The rest of Pluto's squad were eventually released by the Amazons, and the poor ranger gave up all his belongings, and although he couldn't scrape together two thousand gold coins, the Amazons generously allowed them to roll out of the jungle after leaving behind the weapons and armor of the other people, as well as their wallets.

"Each of you owes me five hundred gold coins!" Mr. Ranger carried a seriously wounded man on his back, and dragged two wounded people lying on a simple stretcher with a tree vine in his hand, and walked out of the forest step by step, and kept thinking in his mouth: "That's the belongings I've saved for two years, that's the money I plan to use to advance my career, and the money to buy equipment, and the money to buy a house, and ......."

"Seventeen hundred gold coins can do so much?" The wounded man who was carried behind his back couldn't help it, and asked rhetorically: "You have saved so much money in the past two years?" ”

"That's one thousand seven hundred and twenty-seven gold coins and fifty-six silver coins!" The ranger breathed hard: "What do you mean that I only saved so much money?" Do you have more money in your hands than I do? ”

"I earn more and spend more." The wounded coughed in pain, the half-body armor he was wearing was enchanted equipment, but the fart was useless, and he was directly smashed into scrap metal by the female barbarian: "I bought this armor for 1,200 gold coins, but it won't take long for me to earn it back if I don't die this time, I have a way to make money, for the sake of you helping me pay for my life this time, I will bring you." ”

"Tell me about it!" The Ranger hesitated for a moment and asked in a whisper.

"I have a friend who has a lot of rich people in his circle, who are tired of playing in the real world and want to have some fun in this world, they usually exchange cash for gold coins, if you are willing to receive cash, you can earn more." The wounded coughed a few more times, eighty percent of the ribs were inserted into the lungs, and he had already drunk a few bottles of holy water, and it was no problem to hang for his life.

"What kind of deal?" The Ranger felt as if he had encountered the opportunity he had been waiting for.

"It's to help find some girls, girls with characteristics." A nostalgic smile appeared on the wounded's weak face: "In the past, a village girl and peasant woman who was a little beautiful could sell it for a few hundred gold coins, but now it is a little difficult, they want to turn into a beast, elf, of course, the kind of Amazon just now is not bad." ”

"Who else knows about this business?" The ranger could tell from the wounded that it was clearly a business of scale.

"I'll tell you quietly, don't tell anyone else, I saw General Heinrich there, and that's how the fox girl next to him came from." The wounded swallowed the blood hard, and said in a leaky tone: "Elves are always the most valuable, but unfortunately few people succeed. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of the ranger's mouth, and he said to the wounded man behind him very seriously: "I'm interested, tell me more." ”

The reason he was so poor was because he found his faith in the game, an organization called Harpists who took him in when he was most confused, and the friendly Aborigines gave him a sense of family.

Ranger has been playing a good guy for the past four years in the game, and many players have chosen to unleash their beastly and wild side in the game, but he has chosen another direction.

Outside of the game, he is a bachelor who has spent fifteen years in prison, adrift at the bottom of society, living government relief food every day, and if it weren't for the appearance of the game, the EU government would have subsidized additional compensation for low-income players every day, he would have frozen to death on a winter morning.

The Ranger has always played his part in the game with gratitude, including when dealing with the Aborigines, and he has always been committed to helping those in need.

The Harpists are an indigenous organization that hides in the shadows to guard the order of civilization, secretly fighting against the evil deeds of Chaos and other evil forces, and the Ranger is the first player member they recruit.

The process lasted for a year, and the Harpists heard about the Ranger's good deeds and secretly observed him for a whole year before deciding to recruit him as one of their members, unaware that he was a player.

The Ranger's mission this time is to fight in the Far South as an EU player, but secretly his real mission is to secretly observe the Seris as a member of the Harpist.

The image of the Seris people in the Old World is not very good, of course, this is mainly because of Huang Laoxi's personal style, he is too suitable to play a thug.

But the harpists also saw a very different image from many of the other Serisians, who did not have the ability or the right members to observe the eastern continent, so the Far South became the most suitable observation point.

All the filth hidden behind a person, a civilization, will be vividly reflected in the war, and the harpist wants to know what kind of force the Seris are, a civilization that can be tried to touch, or just another invader, as the pirate king showed?

This is important to the Harperists, who recently missed the Shadow Order, thinking that they were just a profit-focused killer organization, only to have the remnants of the Shadow Order single-handedly orchestrate the 'Burning of Paris', which eventually led to the split of the Blast Furnace Empire.

In even older history, they had thought that the Demon Hunters of Kellmohan were a group of inhuman immortals, and they nearly clashed with the same forces that wanted to protect the civilized world.

The Harperists have made many mistakes, but more often than not, they have made the right choices and prevented disaster after disaster from happening in the shadows.

The Ranger didn't mind digging up a secret human trafficking organization hidden in the shadows in the process, and he had already put his identity as a player aside.

"Tell me the details, brother, I'm short of money." The strength under the ranger's feet was sufficient: "I didn't know that General Heinrich still had this hobby, tell me what other big people you have seen?" You've had a much better experience than I have, I've been hunting in the forest and exchanging my furs for gold, which is stupid. ”

"I can't tell you yet, my friend, that we'd better get out of this damn forest sooner." The wounded glanced behind him with some fear, as if he was worried about the sudden appearance of the Amazons: "These Amazons will definitely have a hard time in the future, I promise!" ”

You too, I promise!

Step by step, the ranger walked out of the jungle, his steps firm.

Players are influencing the indigenous peoples, and the world is attracting players.