Five humans got into the hole from under the white stone tombstone, the space in the first section of the hole was not open, and it was difficult to even straighten up, so the five had to choose to crouch down and walk in a small stride - because of being a woman, Angela's slightly petite figure had a special advantage in such an environment, and at the front, Mickey, who was short and stout, looked like an active groundhog in this narrow space. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He held a "shield" in front of him to protect against possible dangers. This was originally the piece of armor on his companion Norman's body, and it happened to be the widest piece on his chest, and the edges of the curved steel shell bumped all the way, making a crisp "clanging" sound. The five of them left the tower dungeon without torches or oil lamps or other lighting tools, so they just groped their way through the darkness.

The ruggedness of the burrow was outrageous, and for the tall, thin and thin Rank, he almost bent his body into a cooked shrimp. Mitch heard another "thump" behind him, and he knew that Angela's longbowman brother had touched his head again-

The sound of your head hitting a wall is like this. Because, when he first entered the cave, he was also careless, but he is not in a bad mood now.

"Rank, how many bags have you knocked out of your head?"

After getting out of prison, Mickey's words seemed to become more and more, and he smiled and said, "I think you can ask Rowan to put his helmet on." ”

"No, here's for you, Rank."

Hearing Mickey say this, Rowan in the middle handed over something that looked like a turtle shell - it was a legion-standard infantry helmet. During the Sixth Eta War, the defeated and fleeing soldiers ran all over the battlefield, weapons, armor, helmets, and anything that increased the weight and affected the speed of escape were thrown everywhere, and the Tassias picked up some, and the farmers in the countryside also picked up a lot, and some wandering mercenaries who dared to fish in troubled waters also found a lot of good goods on the battlefield.

In the past, it was almost impossible for these standard equipment to be sold to civilians - the five of them were all mercenaries from Lazis, and they knew each other very well, and they knew each other's net worth very well.

Ranke accepted Mickey's suggestion, and the sound of "dong" became "dang", and the echo of the impact reverberated through the narrow space of the cavern, causing the ears of the five to ring.

"It might feel better with a little strip of cloth in your ears."

Mickey kept talking, but the pace of progress did not slow down, in the darkness, he suddenly felt the "shield" in his hand sink down, he stabilized his body in time, stretched out his other hand and groped the ground-

There is no underneath the cave!

There wasn't a sound around, except for the breathing of a few of them!

Crucially, they didn't have any lighting tools - these veteran mercenaries knew a little about the passage connecting the surface and the underground, and if they were unsurprising, they had already entered the passage.

But how high is it from the ground below?

Although the five of them are combat professional incumbents, they have far better skills than ordinary people, but after half a year in prison, their bodies have already become much weaker, and in addition, they can't see anything in their sight - jumping blindly is very likely to be injured.

Mickey immediately reported the situation to his companions behind him. The five mercenaries were silent for a moment, Mickey pulled up the corner of his shirt and wiped the sweat on his face, and after listening to his companion's reaction for a long time, he threw the "shield" in his hand.

The sound of falling, the sound of the air moving, but the imaginary "shield" landing came after several seconds!

The group couldn't help but change their faces in unison - although the mercenaries were uneducated, they were not lacking in experience and common sense, and they judged that the height below was almost equivalent to a cliff - not everyone was good at climbing the rock, not to mention that they had no ropes at hand and no pickaxes to use for position;

"Mr. Lich, can't you be a good person to the end?"

After determining this brutal reality, the five mercenaries stopped at this spot in the cave, and Mickey began to wail again.

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At the end of autumn, the morning breeze on the side of the stream forest is filled with a sense of tranquility.

After packing up, Glo and his adventure party left the village where they were staying. For Rael's sake, the old village chief treated them with warmth and kindness, and when the strangers had disappeared into the woods, he hurried back to the thatched hut where he lived, and dug out a dozen Rael-Glo from a dilapidated wooden cabinet, and took out exactly twenty Raels in all, some of which the old chief used to buy food from other village names, and the rest fell quietly into his purse.

In this year of war and chaos, it is a happy and wonderful thing to be able to secretly hide a little wealth - the rough fingers of the old village chief rubbed the pattern on the surface of Rael, the reverse side of the kingdom Rael is an irise, symbolizing the courage of the nobles of the kingdom, and on the front, the head of the founding king. Although the old farmer could not recognize the portrait of the founding king, he felt that the middle-aged man on the portrait was very kind.

In comparison, the former lord and noble lord are like villains! That's right, completely bad bastards!

Poll tax, grain tax, water tax, ...... There is also a labor collection that has been sent out at an indefinite time in the year, and the old village can't figure out how the brains of those noble lords are - it is really a remarkable standard to be able to set up such a project without repeating it!

In comparison, the former lord and noble lord are like villains! That's right, completely bad bastards!

Poll tax, grain tax, water tax, ...... There is also a labor collection that has been sent out at an indefinite time in the year, and the old village can't figure out how the brains of those noble lords are - it is really a remarkable standard to be able to set up such a project without repeating it!

In comparison, the former lord and noble lord are like villains! That's right, completely bad bastards!

Poll tax, grain tax, water tax, ...... There is also a labor collection that has been sent out at an indefinite time in the year, and the old village can't figure out how the brains of those noble lords are - it is really a remarkable standard to be able to set up such a project without repeating it! In comparison, the former lord and noble lord are like villains! That's right, completely bad bastards!

Poll tax, grain tax, water tax, ...... There is also a labor collection that has been sent out at an indefinite time in the year, and the old village can't figure out how the brains of those noble lords are - it is really a remarkable standard to be able to set up such a project without repeating it!