Othua's War Banner

Chapter 377 0376: Team with Anchor Tattoos
Ken actually disliked this group of people.

They lack the frankness and straightforwardness of the residents of the northern border. Perhaps they are too close to the black trading area, and they are contaminated with the calculations of those in power, which always gives people a feeling of looking forward and backward.

"You don't even have the courage to face me, but go get Captain Woolf drunk and let him do it for you."

Ken shook his head, his eyes were as sharp as daggers, piercing the strong men in the north in front of him and feeling uncomfortable.

Now that the [Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal] has been established, the knife and ax team system has been abolished.

The current official armed forces of the port are selected from among mercenaries, adventurers and aborigines.

And less than [-]% of the Sword Ax team members who survived the war participated in the selection.

They seem to know their chances are slim...

But there are rumors that the experience of fighting with Mr. Mahalu left an indelible impression on them.

The Knives and Axes seemed unwilling to play for the port anymore, and wanted to follow Ken instead. Hearing that he had become the head of the arbitration tribunal, they gathered many strong young men who had the same idea, and wanted to form a private army.

Both Quema and Lorgar could understand.

After all, they were a little bit attracted by Zhan Jing in the beginning.

Ken turned cold face directly, then raised his arms and pointed at the door. "You lose your jobs, I understand, but I don't have any suitable opportunities for you, don't waste your time, please get out of here."

"Please...please give me a chance."

The strong man's expression is not smooth enough, but his words are quite sincere. "We still have a lot of young people, not just members of the Knives and Axe team. If you really look down on us, at least give other people a chance to meet those young men. They are all quite capable!"

Ken pretended to be puzzled and said with a slight smile. "You seem to be able to realize your own shortcomings?"

Several people in the room clutched their weapons and lowered their heads slowly.

The state of the Knife and Ax team is actually the result of secret manipulation by those in power.

They hope that this group of people will slowly wear away their original courage in front of petty profits, and become a shell that has lost their dreams and ambitions, so that they can avoid some forces that affect the rule.

Those in power "used" them, allowing this group of people to rot in the streets and alleys.

In the end, when I saw the looter's butcher knife, I also lost the courage to struggle and escape, which was really terrifying.

The war may also be an opportunity to reshuffle the original Ambera Ice Port.

The Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal has a brand-new armed force, and the mercenaries, traders, and those in power can all cooperate with each other and coordinate management.

[The team in front of you is a group of guys who have been abandoned by the tide of the times. 】

Remarks' comments seem to be more vitriolic.

Ken tried his best to keep his face cold, and then stared at the strong men, hoping to hear the confession he wanted.

[Only those who are awake are worthy of the chance of redemption. Pain and awareness are the basis for bringing the walking dead back to life. 】

Ken gently opened his shoulders, a black girl jacket, a straight lined collar, and a cold face.

He seems to be really like the executive officer in the southern border countries, with a low voice, he said slowly: "Tell me what you really think, if you hesitate and hide any more, get the hell out of me, and never appear in my presence." in front of."

The strong men frowned, seeming to be in pain, and knelt down on one knee in the gesture of confessing to the mother of the sea.

The eyes of Lorgar next to him were shining, and Woolf straightened his back instantly.

Everyone who has stayed on the beast sailing boat understands the solemnity and heaviness of confiding to [Mother of the Sea]. All words will be carved into the waves by the sea wind. If you dare to lie, you will definitely die on the sea. place.

"We are confused, Mr. Maharu," said the strong man. "In the past years, we only know depravity and decadence, and lost the most precious courage."

Even if they deceive themselves and others, they can still feel the missing belief in their bodies when they wake up from the dream in the middle of the night.

"I came from the north. The luxury of the port made me forget the tragedy of the war in my hometown, and it also made me lose the fighting spirit to continue exploring the wilderness. I repent to the gods. This is a fault I can't explain..."

His voice echoed in the room.

Then several strong men also introduced their life experiences.

Some of them used to be soldiers, some were independent adventurers, and some were even well-known wilderness hunters. They all came to Ambera Ice Port to seek an adventure.

However, the abundant supplies at the port, as well as the favorable living conditions, have paralyzed this group of young people with dreams and blood feuds.

The burly man stared up at Ken like a drowning swimmer grasping at the last straw:

"You are quite right. Our current situation is created by ourselves, but our belief in longing for redemption is indeed not lying. When you shed blood for the first time at the gate of the city, I realized that I also have temperature in my body. I can still hold my weapon tightly, and I still have the strength to fight again..."

The strong man was excited and gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to suppress his beating heart.

People in the northern border are born to face the challenges of the wilderness. Everyone has blood in their hearts, but they just need to be tapped and cultivated.

Ken remained fairly calm.

The strong men showed regret and stood up after confessing.

The room was suddenly terribly oppressed, and there seemed to be a decadent smell that pierced people's noses.

The strong man was silent for a long time. Before leaving, he raised his head for the last time. His strong muscles could see the traces of battles in the past years, but even such a man who had spilled blood still had disappointment in his eyes.

He said tremblingly:
"You can't be so cruel, sir, let us experience the power of rebirth, see the light again in the abyss, but don't give us a vine to continue climbing..."

He let the pain flow through his voice.

At this moment, I suddenly felt the sound of clothes rubbing against the armrest of the chair and the edge of the table.

A surge of hope rushed in, making the strong man dare not breathe, and then disappeared.

He mustered up the courage to look up to see where Mahalu was.

"Thank you," said the man, and the strong man saw that he was holding a gold coin in his hand, "thank you for sharing."

He smiled, without looking back, and said:

"Everyone go and bring the words and count the numbers. I want to see that the men I hired are ready for the expedition before dawn."

Ken stared at the distant port, where Treasure Mountain had disappeared.

"Learn to be confident, gentlemen, we will be able to accumulate wealth several times this amount in the future, so there is no need to be nostalgic, and there is no need to hold yourself back for such a stupid thing."

He waved his hand to signal the strong men to leave.

Ken was still staring out the window. The humidity was heavy tonight, bathing Ambera Ice Harbor in a moist sea breeze.

The footsteps of the Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal were dense and chaotic, and the strong men almost ran away from the room, but Lorgar and Lanz understood that the battle banner gave this group of people a chance to be reborn.

(End of this chapter)