The shield warriors and elemental swordsmen had already been hit by several arrows at this time, and their flesh was rolled up, some of them were scorched black, and some were frozen by ice.

The cockscomb head knelt on the ground: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat." Gentlemen, you spared my life. I'm willing to redeem my life with all my stuff. The tattooed man was covered in blood, and it was difficult to see the exaggerated tattooed tiger on his body, he knelt down, and under life and death, he was so frightened that he didn't speak, and his head hit the ground with a bang.

Roland looked at the Ranger. This matter started with him, and naturally the life and death of these two people were decided by him.

Caen shook his head slightly, his young face showing no sympathy. He pulled the bow apart, and under the frightened gaze of the two men, he quickly pinned them to the ground with two arrows.

The cockscomb snorted twice, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and gradually disappeared. He fell to the ground, his helmet rolled aside, and the fiery red cockscomb head stood brightly against the blood on the ground.

Roland couldn't bear to look at it directly, he turned his head slightly and looked into the distance. At dusk, the sun was getting darker, and the churning sea of fiery red clouds was like blood, and Roland's eyes were full of the flowing blood.

"What? Can't bear to let me kill them? Caen searched the belongings that the two men had with them, but found nothing useful. He saw Roland standing dumbfounded, and walked over.

"Nope." Roland shook his head slightly, he knew in his heart that it was so cruel in the Dark Mountain Range or the entire Essevin Continent, either you died or I died. To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself. "It's just that I rarely kill people, and I don't like to kill people. Watching two living beings die like this, even knowing that they deserve to die, is still a little uncomfortable. ”

Caen nodded, he somewhat understood what Roland meant. When he thought about the first time he killed someone, he couldn't help but vomit, and his hands trembled slightly when he killed for a long time later. Roland's performance was okay.

He patted Roland on the shoulder, "The most eternal and unchanging law of this continent is that the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle. If you want to not be killed, you have to learn to kill. If you are so talented, you will definitely be able to become a strong person who dominates one side in the future. The roads of the strong are all made of white bones, and you have to get used to it as soon as possible. ”

Roland was silent and did not respond. He had the idea of becoming a strong man, but those were too far away from him after all, and the killing along the way was not what he wanted to face. At this time, his nerves were a little trance, and he actually remembered that he had lived on the earth, where although there was a strict hierarchy, it was peaceful and stable, and it was difficult to encounter killing in his life.

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It was getting late, and Roland and Caen rushed outside the magical ruins. Over the course of two days, the adventurous people who had been arriving one after another had formed a small camp there. Not only were the people of the three mercenary groups camped in it, but there were also more scattered squads that tried to benefit from the ruins, and they also attached themselves to the three mercenary groups and set up tents.

When Roland and the others entered the camp, there was no one to stop them. The three mercenary groups were silent about the squad's clinging to their camp. The scattered adventurers want to rely on them to reap the benefits, and they don't want to use the scattered mercenary groups to attract danger and reduce their own casualties.

As the night grew darker, Roland took out his tent, set up his precautionary spell, and slowly fell asleep. Soon, the campfires in the camp gradually went out and gradually fell into darkness. Only the big tent in the middle was brightly lit, and a few dark shadows went back and forth, not knowing what they were doing.

The next day, the morning sun shone on the barrier of the ruins, casting a golden light over the ruins. Roland and Caen had just finished breakfast when they were informed that the three mercenary groups were going to gather together to discuss the exploration of the magical ruins.

Caen sneered, "Do you finally know that you want to join forces?" It's been two days, and no matter how slow the silver-level powerhouses of the Wind Whisperer Town are, they should be on the way to come, and the fight was so lively in the first two days, and only then did they remember to unite. ”

By the time Roland and the others walked out of the camp, the people in the camp had already gathered together, bustling, about two or three hundred people.

At the front, three mercenary groups stood distinctly, clustering out three people. One of them was carrying a two-handed sword: one was heavily armoured and a tower shield was added: the other was a man in light armor and holding a short sword in both hands, clearly an assassin.

The Great Sword Warrior clapped his hands, and the noisy crowd gradually quieted down.

He raised his voice to the crowd and said, "Brothers, whether you know each other or not, the three of us will introduce ourselves first, I am Andre, the leader of the Fengxing Mercenary Regiment."

The shield warrior's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Commander of the Fierce Tiger Mercenary Regiment, Soth"

However, the assassin smiled and arched his hand: "Presumably the brothers in Fengyu Town know me, Monroe, the leader of the Remnant Blade Mercenary Regiment."

Roland and Caen listened quietly from behind. An adventurer next to him couldn't get used to it, and snorted softly: "What is there to pretend, if it weren't for the fact that the two mercenary groups of Kill Wolf and Tianma have not yet arrived, how can there be a place for them to speak." ”

The partner next to him touched him: "Shut up, they heard you, you feel good." ”

Andre didn't care about the whispers below, and said to himself: "Everyone has also seen that the barrier of this magic relic has reached the strength of the silver rank low-grade, and everyone present, no matter who it is, cannot break it independently. ”

"The leaders of our three mercenary groups have discussed it, and we plan to join forces with the three of us to break the barrier and let everyone in. Let's search for the ruins together. ”

"It's just that if only our brothers contribute, and you are only responsible for reaping the benefits in the back, I guess you don't believe that there will be such a cheap good thing. Everyone is a small town, and we don't want to hurt the harmony. In this way, you only need to hand in an item or gold coin equivalent to a first-order weapon, and you can go in and explore the treasure, and whatever you get inside, it will be yours. How is it? ”

Before Andre finished speaking, there was a commotion. One of the adventurers was anxious: "Why! This magical relic was discovered by everyone, and those who saw it had a share. Why do we have to hand over our things to get in! ”

The Assassin Monroe looked at the adventurer who was speaking, and said with a smile: "So, you don't want to pay it?" ”

The adventurer was so stunned by Monroe's gaze that he quickly lowered his head, not daring to answer. The person next to him hurriedly stood up and said with a smile: "Boss Monroe, don't worry about him like him." Everyone has to accept the love of the three bosses to enter the magic ruins. One first-order item per person is deserved. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out five gold coins from his backpack and nodded: "Boss Monroe, you see, I didn't bring anything, five gold coins are about the same." ”

The market price of a normal Tier 1 weapon is five gold coins. Monroe motioned for his men to take the coin, nodded, and said no more. The smile on his face returned.