The surroundings fell silent briefly.

"Zhan Jing saved Keye." Kuima narrowed his eyes, pointed his chin at the old man, and snorted coldly. "But you are ungrateful and would rather join other tribes?"

The village chief frowned.

The priests behind him blinked, obviously no one wanted to answer this question.

Kuima stood behind Zhan Jing without saying a word, glancing at him, hoping to see some implicit orders, so that he would take down the opponent in an instant, use his fists to make him know how to be grateful, and make him understand that life and death can be a one-on-one fight.

What a tough thing it is to be an orc.

But Mr. Ken remained as calm as ever.

It seemed that no one had ever surprised him, so he accepted this matter naturally.

"Well, of course."

"A generous decision, we will pray for Santon Kaya and sing about your kindness."

The village chief quickly replied, fearing that the other party would regret it.

The priests were speechless, and their prepared conversation ideas were of no use at all. They returned in despair, and remembered this extraordinary war cry in their hearts.

Ken watched the other party go away.

There were soldiers practicing how to control snow lizards around the tent, and the shooters' shooting range was brightly lit. This group of people who had been on the battlefield with them would not choose to leave.

The village chief is a man with strong self-esteem.

His sudden farewell was actually unexpected.

Kuima looked at the retreating figures, snorted heavily, and asked humbly: "Sir, I still don't understand, what do you think of human beings?"

Ken laughed in relief, turned back to the tent, waved his hand and replied:

"Complex and realistic animals."

Pallotus is a wasteland with mixed beliefs. There is no absolute order and rules. Everyone just wants to survive.

When Ken decided to come out to absorb the population and recruit a team, he never thought it would go smoothly. The current situation has far exceeded his expectations.

People in the north are more superstitious about large tribes.

They are willing to rely on each other's food and city walls. What's wrong with this?

[Last night, 8 people left under the leadership of the village chief.]

Dry and cold morning, banks of the Lübeck River.

The tents have been packed neatly, several carriages are dragging military supplies, and the neatly organized expedition formation is doing the final inventory.

Ken left ten warriors in the village of Kee.

In the fields, inside and outside the ruins, people are busy everywhere.

Their workload is also huge, and they still have to sort out supplies and assemble the carriage.

The cold wind in the mountains is still biting.

Ken went to the next village and had to pass through [Danchipa Canyon] and [Sibei Bay]. The marching speed was not very fast. The team stopped from time to time to hunt. This pastime can enhance everyone's friendship.

Speaking of which, there are some interludes.

The mountain people who have endured the end of winter will also be hunting in the past few days.

As the troops march, they sometimes encounter hunters who are injured or hunted by monsters.

Ken would send someone to help and treat the wounds himself.

If by chance, everyone targets the same group of beasts at the same time, they will help ambush them and then give away the loot.

"A generous greeting."

“The Wizard of Santon Kaya.”

"The magical face of southern Xinjiang."

…

All in all, I received a lot of thanks and the name of this team spread.

Ken gave the Orions the coordinates of the village and said he would welcome any homeless people to come and live.

The rain was sparse, and the team set up tents in the wilderness.

Ken came to the front for inspection. He could see the mist in the distance. The already rugged mountain road was drenched. Cargo horses and caravans were moving forward on the winding ancient road.

[The climate of the wasteland is changeable, and someone is coming in your direction, hoping to share the warm flames.]

The patrolling Lizard Cavalry stopped.

They saw Zhan Jing suddenly stop and look into the distance. At this time, the wolves also became vigilant, as if they were on guard for something.

Dark shadows condensed in the mist.

The outline gradually became clearer, and the clanging sound gradually became louder.

More than a dozen horses stopped on their way to the camp. No matter how hard the driver beat them, they were unwilling to move forward. They neighed in fear one after another.

Helpless, the other party could only dismount.

Ken waited quietly until a thin vendor burst into view.

He was wearing a high-quality fine velvet cotton-padded jacket, which had been soaked by the rain. His hair and boots were all stained with mud, as if he had just crawled out of a ditch.

【Diligent vendor】

[Attitude: Uneasy]

There is a mercenary behind him, an elf man. Gao Jun has pointed ears on both sides of his thin face, and his pupils are deep and aloof. The long-edged thin sword is stored in the scabbard, and half of the silver pattern is deliberately exposed in this direction.

Grip.

"Businessman, what do you want to sell me?"

Ken was the first to speak, his tone was relaxed and he made a little joke.

"This weather is not suitable for shipping." The guy opposite immediately got excited and shook his head bitterly. "Mr. from the south, I am a member of the [Yifu Chamber of Commerce]. The road was slippery due to the rain, and the carriage overturned down the slope.

.”

He described it seriously and turned sideways to face the crowd.

Ken saw a larger area of ​​soil and some scratch-like blood stains.

"Can you be kind and let us use two cages of charcoal fire? As long as the wheels are realigned after the weather clears, we can continue on the road."

[Rumor: Yves Chamber of Commerce]

[The state-owned chamber of commerce in Pistonk mainly operates the three southern roads. In recent years, it has gradually expanded its business to the deep north. 】

"Okay, we will help you set up a new tent, and there will also be dry firewood and hot soup."

Ken first showed friendliness.

"But we have to make it clear that we are not allowed to enter our area, and we will not disturb them either."

Then he laid out his own principles.

This way of talking can be said to be direct and clear, and the relationship between the two parties has become much closer in an instant.

The elf also nodded secretly.

As a convoy, they are well aware of the dangers of the road. If someone blindly welcomes you without following principles, then they will most likely be attacked at night.

Basic vigilance can easily increase trust.

Soon, the wolf riders quickly set up the tent, someone took out dry firewood from the cargo box, and sent the thick soup and the entire clay pot over.

As for whether the other party has any means to test the poison, it is unknown.

Ken didn't pay too much attention. He did exactly what he said, only providing the most basic and practical help and not asking about anything else.

The next morning, just as the sentries began to take turns.

The caravan owner came to visit with two servants.

[You abide by the principles and have no evil thoughts about property. The friendship of the Yif Chamber of Commerce has increased and you have sent gifts. 】

The elf was still following behind. He took out a wooden box and opened it on the table.

[Material: Lunar sap]

[Quality: Treasure]
Chapter completed!