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Chapter 456 0455: Review

Aaron and the others started picking up the pieces before dawn.

Wei sent the last piece of broken stone with magic residue that fell from the giant into the mist space, and the magician of the Janzelis tribe began to summon the strong wind rock dragon mount.

The huge wings spread out and took off against the wind.

They returned to the makeshift camp in silence, handing over their mounts to their trusted stewards.

The bonfire seems to never go out, and the guys sitting here looking after the traveler's goods are also like immortal existences. They will dutifully protect the handed over items and wait for the next visit.

Ken and Aaron bid farewell in silence, immersed in their own thoughts, quietly waiting for the twilight of dawn to penetrate the dome, arousing the different emotions in the war in the quiet morning.

He couldn't help asking: "Are you sensitive to girls' physical contact...?"

"Um, ah?"

Aaron answered blankly, showing a puzzled expression again.

Ken raised his chin and focused his gaze on the magician's mouth.

Aaron sneered twice, shook his head, and said nothing, rarely, without revealing his true inner thoughts.

[Human beings will always use the most careful disguise to cover up the weakness that they are least willing to disclose. People call it a secret, and it is a part that they will not actively explore, including themselves. 】

Ken watched his leaving back curiously.

Dawn arrived on time, followed by the light, and then the busy crowd. Everyone had today's tax to pay, and the human beings who were eager to fill their stomachs had already started to make a living.

The streets and alleys became lively, with the stone slabs of the winter house and the troops passing by.

Mr. Mahalu is about to lead his team to start the second expedition, to go to the more dangerous and more profitable area of ​​the Red Maple Heights to hunt and kill hunting. People who want to apply have already gathered in front of the bulletin board.

The armor of the Parmenro wild boar has been polished and maintained, it is as clean as new, and it reveals a deep killing intent.

Lanz still wore a half-face mask, like a butcher guarding the death pass, and looked at the law enforcement officer on the other side of the street, but the orc warrior seemed to be standing even further away today, because the mercenaries who lined up were already approaching him before dawn. It's blocked here.

"Will Mr. Maharu lead the team today?"

Someone asked, someone answered, someone waited silently, someone was checking weapons and armor...

Collins and the other brothers were also among them, but they were all the more conspicuous because they had passed Mr. Mahalu's initial examination and were let in by Valéry, who had their own place in the open space next to the Knives and Axes.

Kuima took over Zhan Jing's job, and according to the rules ordered by the boss, grouped more people into groups to form a larger team that could take care of each other.

Ken reflected on the mistakes of the last expedition, the radiating surface became wider, and the cooperation between the teams will be more frequent and closer.

He didn't want to fall behind and get caught in the end.

Lorgar stayed calmly sharpening his knife in the corner. He didn't have the weapons and equipment of Quema and Lanz, but he had the insight that no one could match except for the warring.

He quietly looked at the bad-minded guy in the team, and then signaled to the person next to him, and someone would come over to persuade him to leave very "politely".

It doesn't matter if there are people who forcibly make trouble. After all, although riots are not allowed in Hongfeng Heights, heads-up are allowed.

Who would dare to openly presumptuously stand up with an ax in hand, or Quema reach for a spear?
The Zhanjing seem to turn a blind eye to the infighting among the Southern Xinjiang people, so even if this group of mercenaries fight in front of the law enforcement officer, as long as it does not affect the normal actions of other tribes, it will not be a problem. Someone will come out and stop it.

Perhaps there is also a hint from Hawser.

Now Red Maple Heights is not the only one family. Although the influence of Flen Gundor has far-reaching roots, the ancient tribes still have the right to speak, especially Huoser, who likes to fight against the orc tribe the most.

Ken showed up late today.

He spent a little time researching the secret of the [Ring of the Law], and with the mentality of giving it a try, he bought a batch of stronger purebred winter horses in a cage on the corner of the street.

The quality is very good, but there is still an insurmountable gap between the Expedition Warcraft and Pistonke's spirit horse.

Ken took the horse to an undisturbed corner, then took off his gloves, looked at the engraved Minwen on the ring, and put his hand gently on the horse's neck.

The magic flowed from the body, and the experience points seemed to have found a gap to release the flood and began to disappear.

The war horse paced sideways uneasily. In the end, instead of running away, it became stronger on the spot, but this was just a by-product of the complex magic formation in the ring.

After all, if the carrier itself is too fragile, the subsequent gains applied to it will lose its skeleton support.

Its true function is not revealed until the mount becomes stronger.

Ken felt that the ring in his hand was disintegrating, and then the ancient steel turned to dust in the gloomy morning light.

At the same time, the entire war horse began to burn, and the raging fire made people retreat back uncontrollably.

The detonation flame lasted for a short moment, and the war horse neighed high and raised the premise, but the sound was not painful, on the contrary it seemed a little manic and agitated, as if his whole body was filled with blood.

The black armor begins to appear along the horse's forehead, then fits over the body.

It was exactly the same color as the ring, the steel seemed very hard, and the edges were all surrounded by magic waves.

The armor continued to extend down the head, covering the entire neck, and then extended towards the strong back muscles and slender and strong hooves.

Every piece of armor is designed to fit perfectly.

The surging fighting spirit of the war horse became more conspicuous, like a soldier about to go to battle, who couldn't help but want to release his desire.

Ken had never seen this kind of engraving in any armor vendor.

In the blink of an eye, the war horse had transformed into a completely unfamiliar appearance.

It is like a creature that came out of a dwarf mural, it is covered with indestructible and very suitable armor, and its original brown skin has also turned black.

The magical air flow fills the gaps between the parts, making the whole mount truly indestructible.

……

In front of the bulletin board.

The mercenaries still lined up in two rows to welcome Mr. Maharu's arrival.

Sweat was dripping from everyone's foreheads, and they only dared to peek at the man sitting on the spirit horse from the corner of their eyes. Wherever this mount passed, any beasts and monsters retreated as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Collins felt the sweat trickle down his back, a little sweltering.

Ken stopped beside him on his war horse.

"Nice boots."

He said.

(End of this chapter)