through the dark road

Chapter 211

Milor took out a javelin and played with it in his hand. He only felt that it was an Amazon exclusive weapon.Make her reluctant to let go for a long time.

This kind of reaction is commonplace when you get a good weapon that is handy.

On the other hand, Mo Bei was looking at an ordinary piece of paper with a look of satisfaction on his face.

He found that the two girls were looking at him, so he resisted the urge to smell the paper, put it away, pretended to stretch his waist, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Miloer pursed his lips and smiled, sighing in his heart how wonderful the world is.She remembered that during the training camp, Mo Bei always avoided Akali, for fear of being assigned to the same team for sparring.

Looking at his appearance now, it is obvious that he has been poisoned.

The captain himself is really a person full of doubts. . .

Although she felt incredible about Mo Bei's various abilities, she seldom had the idea of ​​exploring, and she always trusted her captain without reservation.

It's just because the other party has used his flesh and blood as a shield countless times to block the attacks on her and Perona, and he has never hesitated.

She is a delicate and considerate girl, but her mind is extremely simple. In the past, she only hoped to be a member of the patrol team, a member of the guard Rogge camp and surrounding villages. She never thought that she could walk So far, to be able to participate in such a major event.

Although she didn't help much, she was still willing to follow Mo Bei and run around.In her mind, maybe this kind of following will one day have to stop due to the limitation of her own strength. . . .

Mo Bei took a shower and lay on the bed, feeling every joint in his body gradually relax, and even had the illusion of sinking into the mattress and pillows.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and took out the note again.

At this time, there were only a few words in the neat handwriting left on the note, while the other half had been cut off and disappeared. . . .

"October... There is still more than a month left, you should be able to come back..."

Mo Bei murmured, and then he fell asleep peacefully holding the palm-sized note like this.

At this time, in the side hall of Jerhyin, more than a dozen people were discussing one proposal after another all night long, constantly perfecting the work plan for receiving and resettling the Sand Bandits.

Among these people, a few were extremely excited, and seemed to be fully prepared. It didn't take much time to propose and modify various plans based on the actual situation reported by Mo Bei.

They knew very well in their hearts that the king allowed them to have their current status and a comfortable life for this day.And this day came much earlier than they imagined, and they couldn't help secretly rejoicing that they hadn't been idle in the past few years, and they had handed over an answer sheet that satisfied Jerhyne.

The next day, the Lu Gaoyin residents and job transferees who got up early found that there were many more announcements inside and outside the city. The content was concise and to the point, and some current construction work was temporarily suspended. Housing, and called on the villagers to fully cooperate.

Those craftsmen were very happy. They found that not only their wages had increased a lot, but they were also doing jobs they were more familiar with. They were all going to have a good meal today, and then they would use their housekeeping skills to do a big job.

You can’t usually get such a good job. You can get 40 gold coins for building a two-bedroom farmhouse that meets the quality requirements. A skilled team of five people can complete the project in about two days, and work hard for a month. My wife has it all!

Such a generous salary is naturally to dilute their dislike for the bandits who are about to return.Although the contradictions and barriers will not be completely eliminated, for the sake of gold coins, some prejudices that are purely based on rumors are irrelevant, and this may be a good start.

The businessmen guessed what kind of business opportunities would appear, and there were many discussions.

The pair of blacksmith brothers that Mo Bei reminded yesterday, after seeing the announcement, even though their heads were full of hammers, they came to their senses and silently posted information about recycled materials and recruitment outside the blacksmith shop.

But the instigator of this series of changes had already left Lugaoin City at sunrise, and was rushing towards the distant oasis.

Accompanied by nearly half of the members of the Mage Guild, as well as hundreds of guards and job changers, are responsible for guarding and assisting in the construction of the teleportation station.

Such a long journey day and night is really tiring and boring. When encountering monsters along the way, they basically just get rid of them. Even if they meet head-on, it is not enough for one person.Slowly, everyone moved their legs mechanically, looking at the endless sea of ​​sand in front of them eagerly.

Because Mo Bei has been on such a journey for the past month, he seems a little impatient, and he is worried that there will be long nights and dreams, and there will be changes in Rokan or other ethnic groups. After all, there are still wizards who will use this shit stick Swipe around.

So along the way, he seemed very silent, except for a simple big blow to everyone in the same group at the beginning, he was basically at the forefront of the team after that, without saying a word.

Seeing this in the eyes of some guards and job changers in the same industry, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Is it so cold?Why don't you even want to talk to us?Isn't it just that the level of the vitality halo is higher, so why pretend to be a calf? .

When passing by Marble and their group, Mo Bei wanted to tell them to get ready before heading to the location of the Lokan group.

In the end, before he even opened his mouth, he was surrounded by all the sand bandits, the elders and elders were arguing non-stop, and each of them looked pale.

The group of guards and job transferees behind them looked like they were facing an enemy, but now they were all messed up.

This kid is a bandit leader!
Boss Gretz is not kind. . .Don't tell them this!

But this kid is so young, how did he become the leader of the sand bandits. . .

Could it be ancestral?

The second generation of bandits? .

"Don't make noise, don't make noise! ​​My head hurts. Wonnell, tell me." Mo Bei raised his forehead and waved his hand irritably, then pointed to a captain whose name he could barely remember, and asked about their group's preparations.

He thought to himself, why do you see everyone gathering together in the camp? Didn't you arrange a task before? .

Although the situation has changed now, but thinking that these guys are also paddling him for such an important matter, he can't help but feel a little angry.

Seeing his bad tone, all the sand bandits immediately fell silent.Originally, I wanted to claim credit, but now I'm afraid that if one of them doesn't handle well, all the staff will be hanged and beaten.

The captain who was named by Mo Bei was still the barbarian who had received the hammer of blessing on his crotch. Seeing that the stubble on his face was still firm, there should be no sequelae.He stepped forward a little nervously, pointed to the surrounding crowd and said:
"No...boss, they belong to another tribe, and the village is north of us. Their tribe has also been persuaded by us, and they want to move back with us and belong to the boss."

Mo Bei was speechless for a while, so if you migrate, you will migrate, and what will you do under my command. .Are you trying to kill me so that you can inherit my sledgehammer?

Looking back, the crowd slowly divided into two distinct groups, one of which had seventy or eighty people, which was the other ethnic group that Warner said.It seems that I really misunderstood these guys, and I blame myself for not even having a good impression of their appearance.

But looking at the expressions of that large group of people, and those stubborn little eyes, how come it doesn't look like they are here to defect. .

At this time, these people kept muttering in their hearts, what about the invincible boss that they agreed to hang and beat their whole regiment?Why is this young man with a hairless mouth so unremarkable? . .

Seeing Mo Beitou's eyes, a person stood up from the crowd and said:
"Since we happen to meet you here, we, we hope to see your strength."

Werner and the others retreated to the distance one after another when they heard the words, all of them looked like they were waiting to see a good show.

"Tsk..." Mo Bei sucked his teeth and ignored it, as long as these people are willing to move.

However, looking at the suspicious looks on their faces, the vanity and competitiveness of the young people were aroused again, and there were so many people watching around. . .

After thinking about it, he still decided not to hit people, and directly spread out the focus halo, covering those people opposite.

The huge increase in damage immediately caught their attention, and they were all astonished, but soon returned to normal.But then, they found that their defenses had suddenly skyrocketed. As they looked at each other, a bone-piercing icy air hit them, making them stiff and retreating with difficulty, preparing for the next attack.

Mo Bei remained motionless, switching to the purification halo, instantly refilling their health points damaged by the holy freezing.Then he asked:
"How does it feel?"

"... Very strong... I apologize for my previous rudeness, we, we are willing to follow!" Ellison and the others recovered from their surprise. The strength of these auras can be said to be They have only seen each other in their lives, which is enough to prove that what Warner and the others said is true.

Those who were still planning Mo Bei as the second generation of bandits in their hearts before were fascinated on the spot, with question marks on their faces.

What is this?
Does the tiger's body exude the aura of domineering?

(End of this chapter)