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Chapter 350 0349: Commander

The debate over the marauder camp seems endless.

"We have already surrounded Ambera Ice Harbor, what are we waiting for, damn it!"

The leader of Broken Finger kicked over the oak barrel next to the iron fire cage.

The swords inside scattered to the side of the long table, the splashed iron hit the tent and bounced back, and the cold wind blew outside, disturbing everyone's mind.

"Dog, don't act wild here!"

Someone shouted.

Everyone is the leader, who should be subordinate to others?

"Oh, look, which rascal in the ravine actually said that I was playing wild..." The leader of the severed finger puffed out his chest, and there was a skeleton hanging on the front of the cardigan under the stubble... made of gold.

"You're courting death, aren't you!"

The leaders finally fought, grabbing each other's collars, staring with blood-red eyes as if venting.

"I'm really fed up with you chattering guys. If you have the ability, you will die here alone, patronizing ghosts and howling, but you don't dare to really do it, you don't have the guts to admit it, you are indecisive..."

Bang, clang.

Before the leader of the speech could finish speaking, his teeth were broken by a silver cup the size of a fist.

The scene completely collapsed.

Most of the marauder chiefs are beginning to feel irritable.

The sentinels could only pretend to be deaf and dumb to this, and stood aside stupidly, letting the magical fluctuations and the collision of swords come from the room.

Apart from the sentries, there was another group of people standing in the corner.

They watched the clowns taunting each other expressionlessly, raising their arms from time to time, and knocking objects that were flying towards them into the distance.

This group of people is Lu Fu's confidants.

The mad bounty has recruited a band of notorious brigands in the north.

These guys originally just came to do business. Since Lufu was able to summon the legendary beast, these people have completely given their loyalty to him, and even said bluntly:
"I said that if there is no news from Lufu, we will retreat. I will not attack Ambera Ice Port under the leadership of any of you."

Concise and concise, impossible to refute.

After all, the dispute between the looters did not see blood.

The room was more depressing than when there was no action, and the matter returned to the original point, with a team of thousands of people stationed outside the city...

Without a mouth for sucking blood, the beasts will quarrel among themselves. ,

"Okay, since everyone doesn't want to waste time, let me say it again, attack now, I can even use my sharp shell heavy cavalry as a striker, as long as you have the guts to stud with me!"

The looter in the middle of the long table clapped the case and said.

His thick, callused giant palm slapped the wooden board, the iron ring and the totem collided, the animal skin armor trembled with the metal inside, and the saliva fell a few meters away...

There were sparse echoes in the room.

The vast majority of leaders are still worried.

the reason is simple:
"The defensive force in the city has regrouped, and the vanguard team has been wiped out. Besides...forget it, you all know what I want to say."

"Whispering, let me tell you, Mogor was repulsed."

"Some say it was crushed by the captains, and others say that it was blasted back into the abyss by the magic fort on the pier."

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Rufer's life and death are uncertain.

Raider chiefs have limited horizons.

The terrain of Palotus is rugged, and it is difficult to have a suitable location to support a large group of people at the same time, so the tribal culture is very developed.

Everyone is used to sticking together and launching looting or fighting on a small scale.

None of them had ever commanded such a huge army formation, and none of them had the ambition and ability to suppress the leaders with different ideas in the room.

Opinions are difficult to unify.

The lingering prestige of Ambera Ice Harbor is still there.

The retreat of Mogol, the disappearance of Lufu, the unity of mercenary adventurers...

Although the looters had an advantage in numbers, they couldn't come up with a suitable attack plan. No one knew how to dispatch a huge army formation, and they didn't dare to rashly launch an attack on the city gate.

They fear that those in power have returned.

From time to time, a dull murmur could be heard in the silent room.

"waste."

At the moment before the quarrel broke out again, Lu Fu's confidantes who had always been on the edge, someone finally spoke.

The leaders of the looters stopped their quarrel at the same time, turned their gazes away, and stared at each other, waiting for an explanation.

The mountain robbers like to wear armor made of monster skins, and their faces are painted with blood battle totems with animal blood. No one sees the threat of the leader of the looters in their eyes.

The speaker stood up, brandishing a weapon made of sharp teeth.

The fangs are as long as an entire arm. What is the size of the beast itself?
He said: "You covet wealth, but you don't have the ability, and you don't want to admit your ignorance. It's a waste of time to waste time... I'm leaving."

The bandits around also raised their steps.

"Where are you going?"

The severed-fingered marauder stood up with his arms inserted, blocking the door of Beifan's tent.

"I wouldn't do this if I were you."

The thug's finger prints the black sacrificial words, and slowly pushes it out while pressing the dental knife.

He said: "Instead of wasting time here, it's better to explore the location of Lufu. Except for him, everyone of you is like a gambler who picks and searches, and it's not worth our lives."

The atmosphere in the room reached freezing point.

Raider leaders are well aware:
If the gangsters leave the tent and lead their members out of the camp alone, the army will collapse and disband one after another.

Northern mountain people, the heart of strength.

Each of them bears a blood debt, and anyone's head is worth more than their own.

"Come on, man, it's rare for us to get together, you can't think about it, just... Hey, are you still listening to me!"

The leader of the broken finger was trying to delay, but found that the other party's eyes passed his shoulder.

All the gangsters put their hands on their weapons.

Faced with the sudden change, the leaders of the looters also roared nervously, and they all took out close-fitting guys and aggravation that could be used to cover them.

The charcoal fire in the ground cage crackled.

They were nervous for a while, only to realize that the attention of these gangsters was all outside the tent.

Mountain people can communicate with each other using sign language.

The leader hiding behind the long table translated.

"beast."

"near."

He said to the looters around: "Something is coming, be careful..."

hiss-

The tent was roughly ripped open.

Lu Fu appeared in front of everyone accompanied by the cold wind.

His pupils were as dangerous as ice, his muscles were knotted, and his face was cold and ferocious. His naked body was wearing breeches made of southern Xinjiang silk, and an animal skin coat.

Only the pair of golden long pendants beside the ears have not been replaced.

"You are in good spirits, all the animals, get up for me, you are wasting too much time."

Luver cursed.

The familiar tone crushed those rumors about giant beasts and death.

(End of this chapter)