through the dark road

Chapter 190 Levels Don't Matter

Speaking of food purchase restrictions in Lugaoyin City, it is actually not a very strict measure.

The shops in the city cannot sell a large amount of food to the same team in a short period of time, but if the job changers are willing, they can go to a few more shops and gradually accumulate a lot of food.

However, to take out so much in one go like Trik, it seems that it is not possible to do it overnight.

And doing so is easy to attract attention. After all, Jiehai's move is to prevent a large amount of food from flowing into the hands of the wizards.

After Trike and the others finished what they were doing, they waved to Mo Bei.

"Do you often bring them food?" Mo Bei asked after following him out of the crowd.

"It's just recently, I hope you will keep it a secret for us." Triker said solemnly.

"Oh, of course, I don't need to tell this matter... but... how long can they last like this."

"As long as we can survive the current difficult period, it should be fine..." Trick is actually not sure.

"And then? Let them go on like this forever?"

"...This is beyond my control." Trik sighed.

"Oh, by the way, do you have a relationship with them?" Mo Bei changed the subject, he was still quite curious about Trike and the others.

"Well! We all grew up in this ethnic group." Trik nodded,

Mo Bei looked back at the crowd and asked:

"Your parents are..."

"No, we all picked it up."

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay. Many people here are like this. It's actually better for people like us to be free."

"You are still called carefree..."

Trick smiled a rare smile.

"By the way, I heard from Aigis that they seem to be job-changers who don't welcome returning."

Trick raised his eyebrows, surprised that Aigis would talk about these things with Mo Bei.

"Other tribes do not welcome us, this is our home."

"Oh..." Mo Bei nodded.

"You really defeated Uncle Marble and his whole group?" Trick finally couldn't help asking this question. He had already heard about it from Marble before, and he found it unbelievable.

"Ah, yes." Mo Bei didn't plan to act anymore, he had a showdown.

"Then... how many levels do you have?"

"Levels don't matter." Mo Bei said, throwing his hands behind his back, shaking his head.

He was afraid that if he said that he was level 24, his invincible image would be ruined.But hearing these words in the ears of Trick and the others, it felt so pretentious.

"Who is the leader of your tribe?"

"It's been a long time without a leader. The previous leader disappeared before we changed jobs. This place has always been managed by Uncle Marble and his 10 captains," Tricker said.

"Isn't that messy?" Mo Beixin said that fortunately, there were only ten captains, and if there were three more, it would look like a two-year-old.

"The chaos can't go anywhere. No one wants to mess around. Most of the other ethnic groups are also like this. Only the largest tribe is still led by Lokan. That Lokan is a sand bandit at the same time as the boss of Aegis. leader."

"Then he is... Sand Bandit King?" Mo Bei asked.

"No, there has never been such a title. People here don't need a king, and other tribes don't accept his orders. But he is indeed the strongest here, and his level has almost reached the limit that this area can achieve. "Speaking of grades, Trick subconsciously glanced at Mo Bei again, really curious.

The limit level that can be reached in the Lugoin area is about level 35, and if you want to go up, you can only rely on killing elite and leader level monsters, so most people go to Kurast at around level 32.

For most people, level is the main condition to measure strength.A higher level not only means having more attributes and skills, but also means longer experience time, more kills and gains, and more solid fighting skills.

But somehow someone cheated, so this measure doesn't work for him.

"How many tribes are there in total?" Mo Bei came here today with the mentality of studying the ecological environment of bandits, and asked questions one after another.

"Some tribes haven't met each other for a long time, and no one has counted them. They only care about how to survive themselves, but it is conservatively estimated that there are more than 15, and the scale of our tribe is actually relatively small. .”

Mo Bei was a little surprised, this is really not a small number, if it weren't for the fact that the various tribes have always been in a state of dissociation, the strength of this group would be enough to threaten Lugaoyin City.

While the few people were chatting, an earthen stove was set up in the temporary camp and cooking started.

The three of Mo Bei were originally unwelcome transferees, and they came here through violence.But they really didn't have any malice. Marble still felt like they didn't know each other at this time. Coupled with the relationship between Trick and the others, the three of Mo Bei could no longer feel any atmosphere of exclusion.

Walking into the crowd, they found a place to sit down. It was time for them to take a break. After all, they were either fighting or on their way from yesterday morning to now.Although you can't sleep here, you can rest your feet.

It was a desolate and desolate camp just now, but now it is like a holiday, but the cooking utensils are still a little insufficient, no wonder they want to take back that big oasis.

"The other teams are back too! I'll go and talk to them." Marble ran over and said to Mo Bei, fearing that the harmonious atmosphere at this time would be broken again, he led his team to meet the person who appeared in the distance A large group of people.

It seems that the dispersed teams didn't stay outside for long, but they were slower than Mo Bei and the others, and they returned to the temporary camp at this time.

Mo Bei watched what Marble said to them, and then everyone looked over in unison, with a look of astonishment, and gradually relaxed as Marble continued to explain.

After learning that the three of Mo Bei were not here to cause trouble, the moaning group of people couldn't wait to find a place to sit around the camp, took food from other people and started eating.

Mo Bei watched several little guys gobble them up together. One of them was a skinny boy of twelve or thirteen years old. He ate two scones weighing about one catty in one go. He choked and rolled his eyes. Come on, pick up another piece and continue to chew.

"It's really a half-baby, eating me to death..." Mo Bei muttered, wanting to see how many the boy could eat.

Seeing Mo Bei eagerly watching them eat, several children showed vigilant expressions, and sat a little further away with the food in their hands, looking like they were protecting the food.

"Hey...how can I rob you?"

Mo Bei had black lines on his face, and wanted to ignore these little brats, but after a while, with a smirk on his face, he took out a pack of candied fruit from the inventory and handed it to Perona, and a pack of biscuits to Miloer took out a piece of crispy nuts by himself, and began to savor it carefully.

"Yeah, it's so sweet."

The children gradually stopped chewing and stared blankly at the snacks in his hands, feeling that the baked pancakes in their hands were going to be stale.

They have never seen sugar before, but they seem to be naturally attracted to this snack.

"Mmm... So crispy, so fragrant." Mo Bei threw another small butter biscuit into his mouth, chewing it with a look of intoxication, making a very crispy "click".

"Woo..."

There was a whimpering sound, and the young children finally couldn't bear this temptation.

Was greedy to cry. . . . .

(End of this chapter)