From early morning to early morning, the number of people who came to this hill gradually increased. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info very fast, like a group of ants looking for food, the vicinity of the [Crypt Mine] is full of people. Most of them were mercenaries, but there were also a few civilians. However, these civilians are only civilians in terms of their own status - in Afron, they are permanent and officially registered, while the others can probably be classified as foreign merchants or wandering mercenaries.

The local merchants of Afron, except for the nobles behind the scenes, were basically commoners - and the same was true of the commoners who gathered in front of the mines. After working hard to pull the pack horses and wagons into the forest, they couldn't help but feel unhappy when they saw the mine being sealed off by this group of mercenaries.

But they didn't say anything excessive, they just gathered together in groups and began to discuss - the inferiority in numbers and combat effectiveness made them cautious.

More than thirty civilians, from two different chambers of commerce. On the other side, after the leaders of the mercenaries met, after a period of conspiratorial muttering, they quickly reached a consensus, and they each assigned people to enter the mine with torches in their hands, and the rest of the people gathered in a circle with swords, looking around vigilantly.

The sunlight shines through the mountains and forests, sprinkling mottled traces. The wind was blowing from the distant sky, and the shadows of the trees were shaking. The pack horse leisurely nibbled on a few mouthfuls of weeds by the side of the road, and then snorted.

"Mr. Lecter!"

One of the merchants among the civilians suddenly shouted in alarm, and he saw the lonely figure crouching on the side of the road. At first he wasn't sure, but as he approached a distance, consciously or unconsciously, he could see the mountain man's face clearly—though he didn't understand why Mr. Kartass's staff was there, he greeted him cordially.

The bandit leader was taken aback.

He spat out the stalk of grass in his mouth and turned his head to look for the person who made the sound—Bane! He rubbed his carriage to the leader of the caravan in Afron. The merchant seemed to have exchanged some information about each other's identities with him, although he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, and it was a bit vague.

"Is that you? Mr. Bain. ”

Glo barely managed to squeeze out a smile and replied to the merchant - to tell you the truth, the bandit leader did not want to meet acquaintances in such an occasion where conflict could break out at any moment. If something unexpected happens, it is inevitable that it will be implicated.

For example, at the moment, the local merchants of Afron are at odds with the mercenary organization - they may be at peace on weekdays, but in the face of the tempting huge profits, it is not impossible to tear their faces and break their heads.

Glo got up and walked over to the merchants' carriages, and Mr. Bane was accompanied by a dozen or so fellow chamber men, all ordinary and inconspicuous young men, armed with hoes and iron hammers. It's just that the current scene made them a little nervous, although it was not that they had never been exposed to combat when they walked in the field in the past, but it was the first time they had ever walked on such a huge occasion.

The young men quietly looked at the bandit leader. He was familiar with the leader of the caravan, Mr. Bane, and seemed to have a bit of status, but it was difficult to evaluate them in terms of appearance and clothing - Glo was dressed in a burlap suit that was common among wandering mercenaries, and even slightly shabby compared to those who guarded in front of the mines.

Except for the bayonet—

Although it was only inserted in a crudely crafted leather scabbard, these young men were vaguely aware that this weapon might not be simple.

An inexplicable but tranquil momentum.

There was a hint of optimism in the hearts of the young people - Glo stared at the [Crypt Mine], and more and more people walked into the wide chasm. Thinking of the rumored gold mines, the merchants became anxious.

There aren't many mercenaries left in front of the mine. But Glo saw that it was the mercenaries who stayed there to talk a few words from time to time, including the middle-aged man who was rude and savage, and who looked like a grizzly bear.

The leader of the Bloody Fangs Mercenary Regiment, Kozmo.

It's a pity that Glo doesn't know him. And the head of the regiment, who was born in an underground force, has never met the leader of the bandits. If he had known that the guy he hated and was thinking about was right next to him, perhaps he would have lost sight of the gold mine and would have raised his knife and ran desperately.

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

During this period of anxious atmosphere, there were some more people in the mountains and forests. Some of the city's idlers who were temporarily accompanied, and a group of villagers with close blood ties in nearby villages, saw the mercenaries guarding in front of the mine, and then looked at the merchants who were eyeing them on the side.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The sober-minded of these men quickly analysed the situation, and then presented the merchant with some vague and illogical contents—they may only be short in words, but these peasants, fanatical by the rumors of the gold mines, were absolute giants in action.

Glo's mouth opened wide, and Bane beside him, the young chamber of commerce guys, and a group of civilians belonging to another chamber of commerce, were also stunned for a moment.

Soon, the family-based farmers screamed, raised their hoes and iron hammers, and rushed towards the mine. They also shouted in a neat voice with a local accent of Afron - Glo vaguely understood the meaning, "Elant! For immortal glory, charge! ”

This seems to be the charging cry of the Knights of the Kingdom!

Glo has some impressions of his experience in the game. In the backstory of the game's launch, the soldiers, nobles, and some civilians who lived through the Sixth Eta War also knew the knight's command when he attacked, but it was somewhat incongruous when he appeared here - several young people around him slapped their thighs and laughed at each other, and some even laughed to tears.

However, correspondingly, the mercenary minds guarding in front of the mine on the opposite side couldn't laugh.

Hundreds of mud-legged men came with hideous faces, showing their determination to fight desperately for the gold mine. Although the strength of a combat professional incumbent is far beyond that of ordinary ordinary people, the hoe and the iron are also iron, and several mental figures look at each other, and then pull their legs and run-

They all turned around and went into the [Crypt Mine]!

Guarding the crack at the entrance of the crypt, the farmers can't give full play to the advantage of numbers - with the strength of a few incumbents, the entire secondary map of [Crypt Mine], if there are no strong people to break through the blockade, this gold mine, so to speak, will be completely occupied by these mercenaries.

Others weren't reconciled!

The farmers formed a black pile in front of the mine, and soon several young, able-bodied young men spontaneously stood up to form a vanguard team. I have to say that the fierce folk customs of the north have been profoundly reflected here, and the farmers who have experienced strict militia training have a combat effectiveness that cannot be underestimated.