At the Ampton Mines in the Nogo Mountains, Gross had not gone hunting in the deep forests since that attack, he and his companions had just wandered the nearby forests, and if they were lucky enough to catch a boar, a gray wolf, or a deer, and when they were unlucky, they simply returned empty-handed—

Fortunately, in terms of the meat they consume every day, they still have a lot of food in stock. Gross, Levine, and Old York counted their inventories and calculated them carefully, and there was no big problem in making it to the end of the New Year's festival.

It's a new day, and it's close to noon in the morning.

Another group of mercenaries came to the gate of the Ampton mines, and they shouted and cursed at the throat, in the tradition of the Northland Legion of the kingdom—

It's a pity that they don't know the names of the bandits, let alone name them, and for Gross, the leader of the bandits with excellent psychological quality, scolding is also in vain.

But letting such a group of crooked guys continue to stay in their ears all day long is obviously very much affecting the mood - after recovering from the anger of that day, Gross has been in a good mood these days.

The Wolf Bandits had a few more horses, which were captured by the mercenaries.

His combat level has been increased to Lv25. Companions, in addition to the soft-hearted Miss Mage, Ladyella, Scott, Oliver, and Levine, who are actively slashing people, also gained a lot of experience points respectively -

With the mercenaries coming again and again, Gross believes that if he maintains this frequency of sending experience points to his door, it will not be long before the strength of the wolf bandit group will step to a new level.

After the first two battles, the bored bandit leader came up with the "KOF" format and erected a wooden sign in front of the gate of the Ampton Mine with a sign written in crooked handwriting.

According to the slashing training duty schedule, the three members of the Wolf Bandits today are the warrior Scott, the Ranger Oliver, and an alternate final character.

Specific battles?

The bandit group suppressed a group of sturdy young men who were in charge of pressing the formation with weapons in their hands, and these mercenaries who were not in line with each other, after trying to rush and kill a few times, did not have too many thoughts of desperate efforts.

The wolf bandit group only sends three people at a time, while the mercenary side is arbitrary, as long as the three of their own team are defeated, their bandit group will take the initiative to lay down their arms and surrender all;

Doesn't it look tempting?

It's a pity that these ignorant mercenaries didn't find out that once the situation of this bandit group is unfavorable, the next one to play must be the strongest boss, the bandit leader Gross-

And Gross's strength completely exceeded the mercenaries' expectations for the bandits.

The bandit leader never spares his hand.

When the artistic conception of swordsmanship at the top of the rank, at least above the swordsmanship, appeared in such an inconspicuous young man at the same time, every defeated person who fought did not die peacefully, and they died with great consternation.

As for the remaining frightened mercenaries, they wisely and decisively chose to escape?

At present, the horses of the wolf bandit group are quite sufficient, and the roads near the Ampton mine are relatively familiar to the bandits, and the mercenaries have no chance to escape.

When Scott slashed down a lewd-looking, oily-haired young mercenary with a single sword, Gross stood behind him and lazily shouted, "Carry it away, next-"

……

"Jocco, is this what you call a big deal?"

Mr. Dwarf, with his long gray beard, saw the gentleman of the sheriff and the guard get up and leave their seats, their backs disappearing behind the cotton curtains, and he sat down in his chair and shook his stubby legs, pouring warm ale wine into his mouth, and asked his companion Choko indistinctly.

"Yes. Tob, what's wrong? ”

Choko asked.

He was a young man with an elegant temperament, with upright features and neatly groomed chestnut hair, and his whole body was also refreshing, and he didn't look like a stinky mercenary who should have been dusty—

But Chocó is indeed a mercenary.

Tobu was sure of this, Choko wasn't just a mercenary, he was also a good wild mage. Being able to be worthy of the dwarf Tobukua's "good strength" is already a rare honor.

After Isaac, the sheriff of Lorenz Town, left, "wolves and whistles", mercenaries from all over the country gathered together, and soon made a series of noisy noises.

The dwarf Tobu and the wild mage Joco just talked to themselves, as if they didn't care about everything around them.

After drinking a pot of ale on the table, Choko slapped the table, took a copper plate from his money bag and handed it to the waiter, and continued to call for a pot - mages never drink, and neither did wild mages. Therefore, the second pot of ale is still the exclusive possession of Mr. Dwarf.

"I think there's something wrong with this quest."

"What's the problem?"

Choco was stunned, he watched Tob drink the ale very comfortably, and couldn't help but pinch a few fried beans from the clay dish and put them in his mouth—with a few powerful chews, the beans turned into powder, and with rich saliva slid into his throat.

"When did this mission start, you say?"

The dwarf Tob asked rhetorically, wrenching his short, rough-skinned fingers.

"Hmm—it's been ten days."

They had seen this task on the bulletin board at the intersection of the town, and now that they think about it, it is obviously impossible to say that nothing has happened in the past ten days.

"I don't think the bandits on this mission are any ordinary small characters."

"What about us?"

"Wait patiently."

He poured a glass of ale into the cup again, and Mr. Dwarf pursed his lips, his gray beard trembling, "The ancestors of the dwarves have said that in troubled times, there will be heroes who rise in the grassy ......."

"It's not funny at all."

Choko smiled and replied.

"Hey, dwarf, what are you talking about?"

Just as a mercenary in black leather armor passed by the table of the two, it was a tall, thin, gloomy guy with a gloomy expression—

His bloodshot eyes looked at the dwarf Tobu, and after looking up and down a few times, he continued to ask:

"Shorty, do you know how to strike iron? It's the kind of clanging effort. ”

"No, it won't."

Tob shook his head.

"So, you're pretty good at mining? The legendary dwarves are rats who are very good at burrowing into the ground. ”

"Tob never mines."

"So, what are you going to do? If you don't know anything, isn't it the same as waste? Why don't you put on a clown show for everyone...... You see, there are so many people now, maybe when everyone is happy, you can still get a lot of rewards? ”

The mercenary looked a little drunk, and when he saw a dwarf who was almost rarely seen, he had a mean and sarcastic look on his face, and his arm was reaching for the dwarf Tob—

He felt that he could have fun throwing the little man in mid-air.