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That uncomfortable feeling made Qin Ran subconsciously look into the distance: the direction of the Supreme Path.

But there was nothing in his vision, and the throbbing seemed to disappear with it, and everything seemed to be hallucinating.

However, Qin Ran knew the horror of it.

Even if it's an illusion!

You must know that at this moment, his spiritual attributes have reached the G+ level, and the evaluation has long been above the level of strong II., not at the level of level III.

The hallucinations that can give him a feeling of mental discomfort of this level are undoubtedly fatal to others.

Not to mention......

Is that really an illusion?

Qin Ran raised his hand and put it on. Chest. Before, I felt the powerful beating of the two hearts, the flow of the power of the morning light, the lurking of the power of the plague, the recklessness of the power of the demons, the wanton power of the original sin, and the restraint of the power of the Holy Thorn.

I feel the 'palpitations' that seem to disappear with it, but still exist.

Like a cunning thief, that 'heart palpitation' is so silently hidden in his heart, if it is not discovered, it will undoubtedly become a time bomb.

But found?

The unruly demonic force was the first to strike, tearing it apart with a massive slash.

The unbridled power of original sin devours it without disgust.

The power of the morning sun washed away the last remnants of the other party, until nothing was left.

Call!

With a sigh, Qin Ran opened his eyes, and there was a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Without a pause, Qin Ran leaned down and stretched out a finger to draw on the ground.

Sunrise at dawn.

Break the prison of darkness.

Radiance shines on fields, rivers, and forests.

A faint, gentle white light began to bloom on the [Seal of Dawn], and it naturally resonated with the power of Dawn in Qin Ran's body.

Then, a white glow envelops within a radius of 10 meters.

Shrouded in light, Qin Ran raised his hand and pinched a small handful of dirt, carefully perceiving the changes in it.

A faint, dark power faded quickly.

The soil, which was already dry and did not have much water, became more and more dry as this trace of strength faded, and with a gust of wind, it drifted away.

"Terrible cursed power!"

Qin Ran commented.

Then, his brow furrowed.

Even if he didn't have a deep understanding of the power of the curse, Qin Ran also understood that the power he felt in the soil was different from the power of the curse that Modi had just burst out.

Modi's is a little more obvious.

The dirt should be more subtle and imperceptible.

"Is this power coming from that guy?"

"Still from ......"

"The Road to Supremacy?!"

Qin Ran guessed uncertainly.

But there is one thing, Qin Ran can be sure.

The other party's ill intentions!

"Looking forward to your next appearance."

After Qin Ran finished speaking lightly, he picked up the unconscious Banks and disappeared.

Qin Ran didn't kill the other party.

In addition to the fact that there will be no benefit in killing the other party, the more reason is that he is in dire need of manpower.

The other party entered the [Sword of Dawn] dungeon for an even longer time than he expected.

Not only has it established its own power, but judging by Modi's words, this power has reached a considerable level.

In the face of such a force, Qin Ran was not afraid, just as he didn't mind having one more loyal subordinate, especially the elite who remained after his enemies helped him complete several screenings.

……

In that deep cave, the smell of fishy smell became more and more intense.

The bones of animals and humans were more than 10% more than 10% overnight.

But more and more beings called 'food' are still being sent in a steady stream in front of the man who is hunched but still looks extremely tall.

Compared to the beginning, the man at this time seemed to be more and more hungry.

Even if he ate enough food.

"Weak!"

"Weak!"

"It's too weak!"

"Such low-grade flesh and blood has no nutritional value!"

The man's stomach roared like thunder.

Hunger displeased him.

Hunger made him anxious.

Hunger makes him ...... Bloodthirsty.

But the next moment, it was all gone.

As Modi's curse erupted, the dissatisfaction, anxiety, and bloodlust on the man's face all disappeared.

Only joy remained on the man's face.

"Hahahaha!"

"Accidental discovery!"

The man laughed and was about to get up and walk out of the cave.

"If you don't want to fall prey to that guy, you can go out and try it."

The sound of reminders came from behind the man, causing the man's movements to froze.

"Damn it!"

"Haven't you found it yet?"

The man asked, cursing.

"Nope!"

"You have to find the real chess piece, a discarded pawn gives too few clues!"

The voice of the reminder replied.

"Where's that piece?"

The man asked.

"East."

The other party replied.

"East?"

"City of Dawn?!"

The man was stunned.

"Hmm."

"The City of Dawn."

The other party nodded.

"Are you sure?"

The man who knew some of the inside stories was a little hesitant.

"I've never gone wrong."

The other party's voice was calm.

It was the calm voice that made the man have the final decision.

"Let's go!"

"To the City of Dawn!"

"But ......"

"I'm going to have to give that 2567 some trouble before I go, he's going to be my biggest competitor, and ......"

The man muttered, but his voice grew smaller and smaller, and gradually became inaudible.

……

By the time Greclery arrived at Gravel with people and supplies, it was already dark.

The rays of the sun, shining on people, are warm, not only dispel the cold of the night's journey, but even the fatigue has disappeared a lot.

For the half-breed frostwolf cub who was held by Greckery, it was even more enjoyable.

Because, it smelled Qin Ran's breath.

The frostwolf cub who broke free from Grecker's arms slipped through the barricades and the crowd of people in line, half-jumped and half-climbed through the gates of the town, and rushed straight to the police office in Gravel.

With the half-blood frostwolf cub leading the way, Greclery and his party were simply let go.

As for the rest of the queue?

Sorry, please keep queuing.

Even if you're a former resident of Gravel.

Last night's departure had already made them lose their identity as townspeople.

There are no privileges other than familiar faces.

However, no one was dissatisfied.

Not only because the entire Supreme Path is doing this, but also because the heads of the 'Sand Thieves', 'Skull Crushers' and many robbers and bandits hang outside the town.

The head swaying in the wind under the morning sun is the best warning sign, more useful than any words and deeds.

A small, middle-aged man wearing a ill-fitting uniform and a hat appeared at the gate of the town.

"Good day, everyone."

"Everyone may know me, I'm Old Vic, the owner of the dwarf wine glass and rice bowl, and the new tax collector in Gravel."

"I issue an order to everyone, this is not my order, it is the order of the lord, as for who it is, I think everyone knows very well, I don't need to talk nonsense."

"The townsfolk who left Gravel last night, you betrayed the minimum of faith, so you don't have the status of a Gravel townspeople, and your property? That merciful lord will not be confiscated, he will give you a rank conversion, you bastards, thank that lord for his kindness! If it were me, I'd hang you all!" ”

Old Vic spoke, and bared his teeth at the former townsfolk who bowed their heads in shame, like a vicious dog.

Then the vicious dog looked at the returning caravans.

That kind of malicious gaze made the hearts of these caravans uneasy.

Then the uneasiness was confirmed.

"The new caravan is business as usual, one copper for a man, three copper for a horse, three copper for a chariot, and, a gnome wine cup and a rice bowl welcome you, you will receive free of Old Vic's own wheat wine, and the caravan that left yesterday ......"

"I'm sorry!"

"You're not welcome in Gravel!"

"To put it simply, if you appear near Gravel Town in the future, you will be regarded as robbers and bandits, you will be attacked by our heroic militia, and your corpses will be hung by us outside the town to dry!"

Old Vic's words caused an uproar in the caravan.

The caravan men shouted one by one.

"No, you can't!"

"You can't do that!"

"It's not fair!"

"You're driving us to death!"

……

Faced with such a shout, Old Vic sneered.

"Of course you can!"

"Because, this is the order of the Lord! This is in accordance with all the laws of Santa Seanda, and even if His Majesty the King comes, there is nothing to say! ”

"And you want to be fair?"

"When you chose to leave last night, you had already gone to hell with your courage, and you can go there to find them!"

"Of course, I wouldn't mind giving you a ride!"

As soon as Old Vic's words fell, a group of militiamen armed with long swords appeared behind Old Vic, and on the arrow tower, there were several mercenaries who had newly joined the militia and aimed at this place with bows and arrows.

Suddenly, the scene fell silent.

The caravans that had been forced to leave were still indignant.

But looking at the cold light on the sharp swords and arrows, they wisely chose to leave.

Even if they had more guards, it would be useless.

Because, Gravel Town doesn't rely on these people at all.

It's the eldest son of the burning family.

Thinking of the horror of that one, thinking of the bursting head, thinking of the burning black flames, none of these people dared to make a mistake.

Looking at the backs of these people leaving, Old Vic continued to speak.

"By the way, you're saying we're killing you?"

"So ......"

"Have you ever wondered if you, who left last night, are also forcing us to death?"

"Fuck off!"

"A bunch of bastards who just want to pick up the cheap!"

"Don't think I don't know your plans to come back so early!"

"Your Excellency is still too merciful, in my opinion, you are the ones who deserve to be hanged the most!"

Old Vic shouted and cursed.

The caravans, which were still indignant, immediately ran away.

They were poked in the darkest thoughts.

Looking at the embarrassed other party, Old Vic spat on the ground under his feet, and then turned to look at the new caravan and traveler today.

"Everyone, please line up and enter the town as our militiamen have ordered."

"And ......"

"Welcome to Graveltown."

Old Vic put away his resentment as if he had changed his face, and put on a smiling face, smiling as he bowed to the newcomers.

Standing in the dark, Vaughn, who witnessed all this, couldn't help but sigh.

Previously, he was the one who was most opposed to Vic Sr. becoming a tax collector.

But judging from the current situation, Old Vic is the most suitable one at the moment.

It's just that......

Is the other person loyal?

With such doubts, the young militia captain returned to the security station, told Qin Ran everything truthfully, and expressed his doubts.

Qin Ran, who was scratching the chin of the half-blood frost wolf cub with his fingers, did not speak.

Greclery, who had just joined on the side, replied in place of Qin Ran.

"Don't worry, Captain Vaughn."

"As long as old Vic doesn't want to die, he'll be more loyal than anyone else."

Greckery said with a pun.

The young militia captain thought about this sentence with a frown.

He always felt that there was more to this sentence than it literally.

But Qin Ran didn't give young people more time to think.

"Vaughn, I need you to reorganize the militia."

"We originally had 13 people, the mercenaries joined 10 people, Greckry brought 25 people, the number has reached 48, I don't need you to train them very strictly, but I want them to be able to match the leather armor on their bodies, the long sword at their waists, the bow on their backs, and the war horses under their hips."

Qin Ran said.

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you, Lord Greckery, for your donation."

The young militiaman shouted yes to him, and then, once again, thanked Greclery, and his tone and demeanor were very sincere.

Undoubtedly, this is very impressive.

In particular, the ability to act is even more amazing.

"What a helper."

Greclery couldn't help but admire the other party's methodical arrangement.

Qin Ran did not deny this.

But there is not much attention either.

With the branding. With the skills in hand, these improvised militiamen will definitely not be able to enter the front-line team under Qin Ran's command.

Those who are strong and powerful, far superior to ordinary wolves, are.

Thinking of those wolves who could rapidly expand their power and were truly fearless, loyal and reliable, Qin Ran stood up straight.

"Hall, Greckery, I need you to buy as much meat as possible."

"And pay attention to the movement around you."

"Although the 'sand bandits', 'skull crushers' and 'bear people' are dead, it doesn't mean that the robbers and bandits around them are extinct!"

Qin Ran walked out as he spoke.

Naturally, a large wolf pack could not be inside Gravel Town.

Instead, in a canyon fifteen kilometers away from Gravel Town, this was originally a place where those robbers and bandits raised war horses, and after being served by Sayer, it became the place where Qin Ran raised wolves.

"Your Excellency!"

Banksy looked at Qin Ran who came and saluted respectfully.

As a new person who was controlled by Qin Ran with [Ring of Mesli], the other party quickly showed an ability that far exceeded Qin Ran's imagination.

Not only does he have a considerable level of mystical knowledge, but he also knows alchemy, enchantment, and pharmacy.

What's more, in the other party's laboratory, there are enough sword spine blues, diamonds, black oil ores, and other necessary [branding. The material of the fur is sturdy.

"Are you ready?"

Qin Ran asked.

"It's all ready!"

Banksy replied.

"Then let's get started!"

With that, Qin Ran walked straight into the canyon.

Banksy followed.