"Grizzly" Kozmo was lying on the ground, and he couldn't count how many footprints he had stepped on his body. www.biquge.info The sound of crackling footsteps quickly faded away, and he opened his eyes with difficulty:

"Damn mud legs—"

Kozmo scrambled to his feet and picked up the fallen scimitar, his face unsheathed—his scimitar was still unsheathed. Originally, he tried to use his identity to intimidate the farmers in these rural areas, but before he could clear his throat and say a few words, an iron shovel appeared in the crowd, and he was quickly and decisively knocked down. Then, as he fell to the ground, he saw only the soles of several straw sandals raised.

Equally tragic as him are several other mercenary group minds.

the captain of the second brigade of "Song of the Ashes", Biden;

Deputy Head of the "Rock" Mercenary Regiment, Barrett;

Several other mercenary characters who are relatively not very well-known.

A group of people looked at each other.

"Now that this is the case, what should we do about it?"

Biden, the captain of "Song of the Ashes," asked casually after taking a clean handkerchief from his jacket pocket, wiping the shoe plate print from his left cheek. He had a baby's face with no real age and pale blonde hair, a hair color that was rare among the commoners of the kingdom. Some people have speculated that Biden may be a noble child, but after staying in the "Song of Ashes" for so many years, I have never seen him respond to this question head-on, nor have I seen any aristocratic lords send people to look for relatives. As a result, people have no choice but to bury this doubt in their minds.

"The others have gone into the depths."

Barrett had a serious expression, he was a middle-aged man with a stout build. After what had just happened, the leather armor on his body was gray, and he bent down to pick up his great sword while slapping the dust. He glanced at Kozmo, the other party's stature was very tall, even compared to those barbarians in the Far North Wasteland, but the mercenary industry is not just based on body shape, strength and fame are more important things.

His gaze glanced at Kozmo, and he didn't pay much attention to it - although the origin of the underground forces was not uncommon among mercenaries, but the other party only relied on the titular title of "regimental leader" to stand with him, which already made him feel a little unhappy in his heart. He glanced around, then looked at Biden:

"There's not much point in us staying here any longer, let's find our companions."

"But, Barrett, it looks like someone is coming again."

"Those merchants who are as greedy as vultures can always smell the rancid smell of money-"

Frowning, his rough voice seemed to contain great resentment, Barrett saw the figure walking towards the entrance of the rift, and he uttered a proverb that had once been passed down among the people of the Elantt kingdom - in the early days of the Elva dynasty, merchants were not a beautiful, enviable profession as they are now. Essentially, the merchants of that period were closer to the vagrants who lost their land and property.

The aristocracy despised them;

Civilians beware of them;

Even the bards, who were often hungry in distress, wrote all sorts of stories and poems to mock them out of their inexplicable pride.

They are not productive, they are rhetorical, and when no one is staring at them, the vile and filthy souls engraved in their bones make them accustomed to stretching out their greedy hands and stealing other people's property. Whenever the war ended, they appeared in groups, often with the vultures pecking at the carrion, ignoring the disgusting and pungent smell of corpses, wearing tattered clothes, and groping at the bodies of the soldiers who had died in battle. Anything worth a little Rael would make them happy, and the occasional gold coin, gem, and jewelry or something like that would make them shiver with excitement.

But, now, these annoying guys in Barrett's eyes have come to their place.

"Grizzly" Kozmo stands at the front of the entrance.

Seeing the peasants rushing in and breaking through the blockade of the mercenaries, the merchants who remained outside, as well as Glo who was mixed in, had decided to enter this cave crack after a little consideration—the merchants for the gold mines, the bandit leaders for the experience, and the unconflicting interests brought them together.

Kozmo pulled his scimitar out of his scabbard - having learned the lesson he had just learned, he gritted his teeth and secretly made up his mind: if the other party did not listen to the dissuasion, then he did not mind giving the other a profound lesson of bloodshed.

The merchants were much smaller than the peasants, and they did not necessarily have the courage to fight hard. Once the leader of the "Bloody Fangs", Kozmo is well aware of the greed of the merchants, and the mercenaries who enter the mines are mostly from his "Fangs Mercenary Group". When I think of the blood-boiling gold mine, according to the rules for the distribution of the number of heads agreed upon by the mercenary minds before-

Aside from the mud-legged group, his fanged mercenary group would get the lion's share - he'd spent a lot of rael on Afron's officials since it was formed last month, but he hadn't made any money. For more than a month, Afron's mercenary missions were basically contracted by several larger or more well-known mercenary groups, such as Song of Ashes, Rock, White Sail, and Fire Rose.

And some tasks that no one approached and challenged were too difficult, although the bounty above was very tempting, but Kozmo had enough self-knowledge to complete the task with a bunch of unreliable miscellaneous things under his hand.

Because of this, the fanged mercenary group, which did not receive the task, was in a state of idleness with all its members. This time, when I heard about the gold mine, Kozmo's fanged mercenary group was almost all involved - except for those guys: William, Joseph, and Jill.

At the thought of those names, Kozmo couldn't help but be annoyed - he hated the incompetence and self-determination of his subordinates, and even more hated the group of uncles in the sheriff's department who ate people and did not spit out bones.

One of the leading merchants stood in front of Kozmo, looked at the dangling blade, and stopped.

"You are not welcome in this mine, go away!"

Kozmo stared at the merchant's face and shouted viciously. Having been in the dark world of Afron for a long time, he had a cruel and cruel temperament on him, and he glared at him, frightening a group of young men behind the merchant to retreat.

There are exceptions.

Behind the merchant, a young man stood still, even raising his eyelids, up and down, from head to toe, and from foot to head several times.

This scrutiny is undoubtedly uncomfortable.

At this time, Biden, Barrett, and several mercenaries beside Kozmo also came over when they saw signs that something might be wrong.