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Chapter 433 0432: Confidence and calm
The wolf in the cage was chained to the cage with a barbed collar.

It is stronger than an adult pier sheep, and can reach the height of Lowndes' neck when it stands upright. The merchants keep boasting about its hair and muscles, and even made up a brilliant record.

Quema folded her arms and was negotiating with the mount owner.

The welcome guy ran in and out to select suitable beasts for the mercenaries and tribal warriors. Since Ken offered the highest price, the boss personally received them, and all he saw were the best ones.

In order to save the trapped mercenaries on the battlefield, Ken's mount was beaten into a blood clot by the hunting leader.

He still had a lot of travel expenses from Ambera Ice Port, so he took his followers and looked for a mount vendor nearby.

"This wolf was rescued from the battlefield behind, and it took a lot of effort just to domesticate it."

The merchant is a Tureg scion with bare arms.

There are thick hairs around his ears, his arms are thicker, his eyes are gray-blue, and his tone is as philistine as he speaks.

Ken smiled and reached into the cage, trying to touch the blood on the wolf's collar.

【Beast: Giant Hagrid Wolf】

It bared its fangs, leaned forward slightly, and its huge body swayed in the shadows, as if it was about to break out of the cage at any time!

"Hey sir, are you crazy?"

"It's ok."

Ken looked very lazy when he spoke, and the movement of his hands did not slow down at all, and he slowly extended his fangs and barking.

No one knows what [Hagrid Wolf] saw in the darkness, maybe there are faint beast spirit totems floating between the light and the human beings in front of them.

Ken's hand finally landed on its forehead, stroking the damp and matted hair, and smiled softly twice.

He stood up and took the coat, and walked out while wearing it. He stopped when he passed the Beichuan vendor, and while tidying up the folds of the inner lining, he turned to look at the dark cage.

The beast's pupils glowed in the dark.

"Too bad it didn't have the guts to open its mouth at me," Ken said.

Kuima took out the gold coin and handed it over. Merit points are hard currency. Since there is no deal, you only need to give a tip.

Even so, the long-armed boss was still able to accept it. He sent the guests outside and turned around with a sigh, only to find that the ferocious giant wolf in the past was lying prone in the depths of the cage...

Wearing an iron mask, Lanz looked like a butcher, walking in the crowded streets, neither the southerners nor the northern natives dared to approach them casually.

Quima sighed softly, reached out and drew a line on the paper.

He said: "Sir, the animal cages nearby are basically like this. If there is really no suitable one, you can only find some bigger tribes to exchange, or go to Wusenbu directly to introduce the relationship between the animal clan..."

But Lanz suddenly became excited:
"Or let's just go and catch them in the snowy forest. The tide of undead is so fierce, and powerful beasts are stored in it. I heard that there are special reward tasks, and there are many people who go to join in the fun in exchange for meritorious deeds."

Ken patted his breastplate, reassuring the giant's desire to fight.

He said: "Our merit points are very precious. The brothers of the Sword and Axe team have made great progress. It is time to change to better outfits, and the Xuelin is occupied by the tribe of the Sacrifice Clan to prevent someone from destroying the wasteland. balance, we are easily regarded as public enemies if we rush over."

Every time Ken travels, there are only a few people around him.

They are not conspicuous in the market and the streets, but they always feel that there is something behind them, and their observing eyes are like a sticky moisture, which is very obvious on the body and cannot be dispelled.

"Are you kidding? Every time I go out, I encounter bad luck. I won't take you with me next time, Lownz."

Quema pats the giant, as if thinking he's spreading bad luck.

"I protest!"

Langz raised his palms and made a gesture of flipping the table, "Hey, didn't you take me with you when you came out?"

"All right, all right, are you trying to scare the tail away? Give me peace of mind."

Kuima didn't change her face or turn her head, just like an ordinary joke among friends, without revealing any abnormalities.

They pretended not to see and returned to the temporary camp according to the established route. On an empty path that was about to leave the market, the stalkers blocked the front.

[Hostile: downcast mercenary group]

【Quantity: 13】

[Description: Some people have had a very bad life recently, as long as they give some money, they are willing to take risks and take private jobs. 】

Several strong giants crossed their flowery arms on their chests, and their tattered plate armor had not been cared for for a long time like their sour hair.

Click, click.

Lowndes twisted his neck, swung his arms and walked forward, the sound of bone popping one after another, like the bell before the start of a boxing match.

Quema stopped him.

Ken turned around and looked behind him with a calm expression.

The only escape route was also blocked by people. Those thugs looked very unfriendly, with a ferocious look, hanging down the chain nails and hammers with blood clots.

"Who is the boss, come out."

When Ken spoke, he glanced over wearily with his eyes, as if silently urging.

The giant and the rest of the burly men squinted, but stepped out of the way to let a brawler with a lip spike give orders.

Ken actually recognized each other.

When he was in the tavern, he liked to collect some mercenary information. According to the other party's attire and the weapon in his hand, it seemed to fit the image of [Traverser Collins].

"Now, what do you want to do?"

Ken's smile floated on his face again, and he even opened his arms, expressing that he could accept any result.

Kuema put his hands on his chest and turned his head slowly. The swirls in his eyes showed a strong sense of oppression. He stared at the stabbing soldier hiding in the abandoned building, as if reminding him not to do anything. stupid thing.

Collins returned Ken's gaze with his eyes, and held on for a moment, but stopped there...

He softened, and beckoned the giant next to him to give up the task, saying: "The rumors are indeed true, Mr. Mahalu, you really came to the Red Maple Heights in person."

Collins also fought at the Battle of Ambera Iceport.

But I haven't seen Ken a few times. After the opening of the trade route, they were also the first batch of mercenaries to arrive at the Red Maple Heights.

Collins took on a dirty job. The employer was Gema from Beishan Alliance. The price was not bad, and he only needed to teach a few guests from southern Xinjiang a little lesson.

In fact, he also understands that it is to let himself try the depth of the enemy.

Collins also had a lot of brothers to support. The tide of undead swallowed up too many jobs and cut off the way to leave Palotusby. He had no way to return to the guild to settle the commission when he was penniless, so he could only continue to work in Red Maple Goofing around in the highlands.

In fact, when he followed Ken from afar, he felt that this figure was very familiar.

The way Ken opened his arms and the sound of speaking, as long as anyone who survived the marauder's battlefield will never forget it.

"We all owe you a life, offended, we will go now."

(End of this chapter)