Randall Jeffrey rode on horseback, condescendingly inspecting the family estate—

In addition to the rows of repaired and intact buildings, his guards Aiden and the mercenaries also found mining tools from all corners of the mine.

There are many scattered mine hoes, sturdy linen ropes, wind lamps for lighting into the depths of the mine, etc., and on the mountain wall in front of the sight, there are black holes and tunnels.

The top and sides of the entrance have obvious signs of chisel, and you can see "X" shaped wooden planks nailed together, like a long snake. The planks stretched inward from the hole to protect the safety of the miners, and after observing all this, Randall noticed that there were thick wooden strips scattered all over the ground.

Sleepers for minecart tracks.

The ore cart is extremely heavy, and the efficiency of the miners is undoubtedly very low, but with the use of winch, cable and fixed rail, the ore can be transported out of the mine with relative ease.

Unfortunately, due to the outbreak of the "Fog Pine War", the miners in the mine fled one after another, and these tools and facilities were completely abandoned without maintenance.

Until a gang of bandits took over the place.

The ground was frozen hard in winter, and the horse's hooves were slightly slippery along the narrow, winding mountain path, and Randall rolled over and dismounted, his gaze wandering, and then he fixed on the large bare gray rock and barren mountain wall beside him—

It is estimated that it will cost a lot of rael to restore the normal operation of the Ampton mine.

At the same time, Christopher, the deputy head of the Red Feather Mercenary Regiment, found three war horses in the stables of the Ampton mines-

They lived next to the local ponies and donkeys of Nogo, separated only by a few planks that separated the sheds, and at the sight of their strangers, the three well-blooded Westside warhorses shook their heads vigilantly and noticed.

Animals such as war horses are also spiritual.

"Anthony, take a look, see what a good thing this is."

The bearded man laughed, his eyes lit up like he saw a beautiful woman when he walked through a kiln, and he kept looking around the three horses—

The horse's fur was as smooth as satin, its limbs were slender, its teeth were neat, and the signs of wear were shallow...... A mercenary with a gray cloth cloak pulled the reins and pulled one of the horses out of the stable.

"Master Christopher, this is a real good thing."

The mercenary named "Anthony" sighed on the side, he deliberately ignored the title of "deputy commander"-

Although the nominal leader of the Red Feather Mercenary Group is Cang Lan, a large number of mercenaries prefer to attach Christopher, a powerful man.

Mountaineering, it's always easy to emerge within a slightly larger organization.

Christopher glanced at Anthony, and he nodded in satisfaction—

According to the rules of the mercenary party, these three western war horses belong to their trophies. This is simply a surprise and the value should not exceed much compared to the commission of the task itself.

"Hey, Canglan, three good horses."

The red-haired mercenary captain was walking towards the stable, and Christopher raised his arms in a greeting. Although he has always minded a woman in charge in his heart, Cang Lan's high-level strength is in front of him, and he habitually shows diligence and enthusiasm.

Three Western War Horses.

It's not an ordinary horse where farmers plough the land and merchants pull carts, but a real war horse.

Compared to its kind, this warhorse is like two different species, and in terms of height, body length, weight, and ability to sprint, it is completely different.

If there are no special circumstances, this should be the exclusive preserve of regular cavalry or knights of the kingdom.

It's just that Cang Lan's eyes didn't have the joy that the mercenaries were looking forward to.

She seemed to remember something and bit her lip—

At noon, the sky was shining brightest of the day, and the golden color dispelled the fog in the mountains and forests, and the staggered, rolling ridges in the distance became visible.

……

"A nobleman came to the mine with mercenaries, and they declared possession and cut off Barron's arm?"

Old York, with the young men, the old man and the children of the wolf bandits, did not leave the Ampton mines too far, and they hid in a sheltered valley, and this place happened to be the only way for the bandit leader to return—

In this cold wind, it was impossible to know exactly how long, and they finally saw those familiar figures.

The young man and the old man were instantly excited.

Old York limped up to meet him, and then told Gross in detail about this momentous matter—

The bandit leader raised his eyebrows, and his originally calm and smiling face quickly turned cold.

Barron, the same young man who had one of his arms cut off, although he was small, he had a pretty good understanding of swordsmanship, and Gross had always been very optimistic about him-

The growth of personal strength, in addition to the combat level, the comprehension of martial arts is also an extremely important thing.

The fists were so clenched that the knuckles were white and crackling, and even the breathing became a little heavier.

Gross didn't continue to speak, he dropped the prey he was carrying behind his back and strode in the direction of the Ampton mines.

"I knew that those nobles never had a good thing."

Without saying a word, Scott followed closely behind Gross, and Levine and Oliver glanced at each other, and also laid down their prey and walked together.

"Mr. Gross?"

At this time, Miss Mage, Ladia, had already seen the young man in the crowd covered in blood and unconscious-

Barron has a cheerful temperament, is very popular among the wolf bandits, and often greets this Miss Crane. Seeing such a tragic situation, she couldn't help but feel deep sympathy in her heart.

"Ron, take care of everyone, and Miss Crane. Wait for us to come back! ”

After walking some distance, the bandit leader Gross suddenly turned and shouted, his voice trembling slightly with a rare usual—it seemed to contain a full of rage, but it was as cold as ice.

This time, he finally realized the malice of the world towards him. To be precise, it was the malice of the nobles of this kingdom towards the bandits, in his previous life, as a player, he was just an indifferent bystander, but now that these things fell on his head, when they happened to the people around him, he found himself angry-

He has always been calm and rarely gets angry.

This time, however, it was an exception.

The fingers of his right hand landed on the gauntlet of the Frosty Sword, and his steps were fast. His lips were pursed tightly, like a flat sword, and he looked into the distance, and the sun fell a faint shadow behind him.

Gross, now just wants to kill.