[The Giant joins your team.]

"Lownds, open the cell."

Ken handed the clattering brass key to the other party.

He would not foolishly call the giant by his name. Kulumbona is very remote, and the names of primitive tribes are basically inherited. The strange pronunciation becomes even more difficult to pronounce after being translated into Uma language.

"People who want to challenge line up. I accept them all, but they have to move quickly. There is no time to waste in this ghost place now."

Ken picked up the battle ax, and Tiehan fell into the shadows, and no one dared to say a word.

Seeing that no one responded, he walked back to the spear leader.

Cold sweat had soaked into the other party's linen skirt, and his whole body was wrapped in dust and turned into a gray ball.

"No, boss."

Juyi wanted to ask for mercy. He was relatively simple and showed his honesty and honesty.

"Calm down, once the little man is well taken care of, he will be able to have more laborers who can bear the weight."

The spear leader didn't say a word, his face turned red from the severe pain, he pressed his arms under his body, and seemed to have some impulse to fight again.

Ken picked up the opponent and poured experience points into it.

The spear leader stood up again with all his limbs intact. He clenched the iron piece tightly, and as soon as he made a move, he was pressed hard against the cage bars by the giant.

"Meng, that's enough."

The employer's strength and attitude have been clearly expressed.

The spearman could not break free.

He wanted to glare at his opponent, but when he met Ken's calm and indifferent eyes, his mind was instantly seen, his fists trembled, but his anger continued to fade away.

"Not willing to give in? To me, or to Apostle Qi Bing..."

"There are times when everyone is powerless."

Ken walked slowly towards the steps, his tone was calm, but it struck a chord in every prisoner's heart.

"Failure, low point, weakness."

His combat boots clicked on the stone bricks and he climbed up the stairs.

"According to custom, you are the captives I bought. As an employer, I ask you to escort a group of people to the Sandun Kaya tribe."

Ken stood tall enough and turned around to look down at everyone, including the giant.

The black-skinned maid and the guard made way against the wall, ensuring that everyone who climbed out of the fence could immediately see the speaker's face clearly.

"I promise!"

He suddenly shouted loudly, like thunder falling on the wasteland.

"This will be the most difficult task in your life. The journey is long, and the objects of protection are only refugees. They are hungry, tired, and weak... just like your brothers and sisters who were slaughtered to death!"

The dungeon is dark and oppressive, with fire reflected in the eyes of the prisoners

"The same village, the same life, the same enemy is about to attack."

Ken yelled at the prisoners who were bowing their heads.

"Be grateful, not everyone has the opportunity to make up for their regrets."

Every word he said was tearing apart the scab in his heart, but he had to do this - only those who bleed and feel pain will live more cherished lives.

The guards were silent, and the strange atmosphere made their bones go numb.

The maid was secretly surprised when she discovered:

This group of prisoners is brewing a terrifying power, like simmering coals, and Ken, who is standing on a high place and preaching, is the hottest flame.

This young man has more leadership than any employer she has ever seen!

Just listen to him continue.

"The dead souls who wake up from the cold in the wilderness recall blood and regret, and the lingering shadows when they fall asleep late at night. Now, the group of refugees outside are uneasy, and their hope of survival will rest on your shoulders..."

Ken took a long breath.

The prisoner grasped the chain, seemingly feeling the futile responsibility. At the same time, complex emotions surged in his heart. The two forces intertwined and threatened to tear the skin of depression at any time.

"Hope belongs to the refugees. For you, the journey ahead is only ice slag and salvation!"

Ken's tone calmed down, but the power of his words did not diminish at all.

"I understand that not all of you face the war voluntarily, but freedom itself requires a price, and you have experienced so many inhuman sufferings...

This time, don’t lose again.”

The totems on the ceiling and floor tiles shine, and the dim light makes the dungeon look like a purgatory in a fantasy world.

For a long time, no other sounds were heard.

I don’t know whose tears rolled into the dust first, or whose choking broke the deadlock.

Then, the prisoners started to move and lined up in a long line with their heads down.

"Strong and decisive methods, wonderful speech."

The black-skinned maid came back to her senses. She bowed to Ken and expressed her sincere admiration.

The guard unlocked the cabinet on the wall and took out various iron tools from inside.

When the two of them walked around Ken, they lowered their heads subconsciously. They were completely different from when they first entered the secret passage. The little sense of superiority that followed Stephen in their hearts... was completely shattered.

Can't afford to offend.

The captives had been resold many times and were familiar with the purchase transaction process. Since they took the initiative to line up, it meant that they were willing to accept the employer's logo.

The guard selected a few pieces of cold-colored metal, inserted them into the card slot, and then locked them to form a whole.

Their shapes were made into an ancient language of the North. After abbreviation, symbolization and translation, they just represented the identity of "Ken Bouvier".

The black-skinned maid picked up the porcelain bottle on the table.

She mixed various complex medicines to prepare a special liquid, and then applied it to the surface of the metal characters.

"With this hand, don't cover the original part."

The prisoner at the front of the queue gave up his right arm while talking.

[Palotuspi’s tattoos are very particular. They represent each person’s identity, past deeds, and firm beliefs. 】

Ken sat on the steps and was immediately attracted to the other person's right arm - this was an orphan of Qiwen and a warrior who believed in the Winter Mother.

He is the tribal war banner, and under the gloves is the coat of arms passed down from generation to generation by Santon Kaya. When he beat the giant just now, the power of the old god brought out by the blue flame seemed to be felt by the opponent.

But the soldier didn't say anything, he just took the lead in lining up and was the first to choose to surrender.

The iron piece coated with potion kissed his skin, and the venom and secret technique caused a slight sting. When the thing was removed, a crest had been left in the corresponding position.

Dark, clear, represents loyalty.

The soldier turned around and walked to the side to wait quietly. He gave Ken a distant salute, which was not only directed at his employer, but also to pay tribute to the old god in his heart.

The defensive pressure is great.

They had never seen a slave trading scene like this:

There were no armed thugs nearby. The prisoners were honest and obedient. No sighs or exchanges could be heard. Everyone just looked down at the shackles, inspected the scars, and looked back on their past lives.

The dark coat of arms seems to have a huge appeal.

The prisoners took the initiative to move up and solemnly placed it on their arms, the backs of their hands, and even on their chests and necks. No one showed any resistance.

[With your own charm, you have successfully gathered a group of convinced warriors.]

Notes popped up in front of Ken's eyes.

Based on his past experience, he guessed that he would unlock new permissions again.
Chapter completed!