Chapter 55: The Gambling Contract

Unconsciously, there was an extra small tail behind Yu Yi, and he didn't care too much about it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info is one more talker, and he will turn around from time to time to ask this and that.

"Pofikaw, so many people here have all been arrested for fighting for their own weapons?"

As he jogged, he asked, pointing to the long group in front of him, and in the previous conversation, he also knew the other party's name.

The fat hooligan hurriedly shook his head: "Only those of us who were locked up underground were arrested for the trivial matter of fighting, and those who lived on the upper floors were capable guys. Their cells and food are much better than ours. But there's nothing to envy, anyway, everyone is going to die in the end. ā€

"Envy? If it weren't for you scoundrels who used knives for no reason, if you dead fat man hadn't stood in my way, would I have been caught? Do I still need to envy them? When talking about this, Yu Yi was still a little indignant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry big brother. But let's be honest, whether we were fighting or not, and even if the soldiers noticed the slightest bit of quarrel, we would have been arrested on both sides. Po Fei Kao explained with trepidation.

Indeed, now it seems that Wildfire City is just putting together a death squad for itself under the guise of a garrison. Thinking back to his previous explanations, Yu Yi only felt a little silly and cute.

"You know a lot." He said casually.

The fat man continued to smile and said: "There are not a few acquaintances who have been arrested like this, and if we see and hear more, we will naturally know what is going on." As for the old prison, I heard of its prestige when I was a child. ā€

"yes, tell me, how did those people get in?" Yu Yi pointed to the high-level prisoners in the other party's mouth, they could be regarded as radiant compared to most prisoners, and they could be easily identified even by the neatness of their bodies.

This topic made the fat man Bofiko come closer and whispered: "Big brother, it's better for us to pay attention to these people." Compared with those who are petty in the underground, those in the upper echelons are almost all people who have committed terrible sins, and they are all people who are not easy to mess with. And the soldiers here are very protective of these people, and even if a low-ranking prisoner like us is killed by them, it will not cause them any serious consequences. ā€

Seeing the appearance of the other party, Yu Yi did not continue the topic anymore. glanced at a few hooligans, then looked at the "roommates" who were not far from them, and asked the fat man, "Those five people didn't provoke you again, did they?" ā€

"No, no, after you cleaned up their heads, big brother, they were very honest." After just a few minutes of running, the fat man seemed a little out of breath.

Yu Yi nodded and asked, "Just be honest, what did you eat last night?" ā€

"It was the black bread, and some porridge that was as thin as water and had some leaves to it. If there are no accidents, I should still eat these things today. ā€

"Very well," he laughed, "today you ask those five men to make two large pieces of bread and give them to me tomorrow during the morning exercise." "Although the brown bread didn't taste good, it was the best choice at this time, and no one wanted to experience that taste of extreme hunger.

Pofico hesitated, but finally nodded in agreement.

Garrison southeast of Wildfire City

"What? Your deed owner is gone? The veteran Ramobis sat on the ground of the training ground without any scruples, just like his soldiers who had just finished training.

"Yes, General, my lord has not returned until the middle of last night. I think something must have happened to him. Sylon said with a slight hunch, he hadn't slept all night, and he was already in a weak state after casting the punishment of the firmament, and he seemed to be even more mentally exhausted at this time.

"Then I can only say I'm sorry, we can't accept the contractor individually here, and we will come back when we find your deed owner. Of course, before that, we will first record those that belong to you. Nelson said that the knight who had sent the two men back to the city, as the general's right-hand man, was qualified to make such an answer for him.

Heroes are the names of players, and the Covenant is the name given to these "heroes" by the aborigines of this world.

"I naturally know such rules," the deed owner has no independent human rights, no matter where you want to use a deed owner, at least you must consult with the deed owner," I didn't come this time to join your army, but I just hoped that the general could send some people to help me search and inquire about the whereabouts of my deed owner. ā€

After listening to this, Nelson patted his ass and stood up from the ground and walked in front of the handsome archer: "Boy, you figure it out. This is a barracks, not a nursery for your family. We don't have time to help you find someone. ā€

"It doesn't seem like you're up to you to decide this barracks, is it?" Although some anger rose in his heart, Xi'ang's voice was still calm as water, and he couldn't hear any waves. After speaking, he looked at the old general, and the other party changed back to the ordinary military uniform when they first met.

Lamobis has never been a difficult person to talk to, and he beckoned to his beloved general: "Nelsson, you sit down first." Then he said to the archers:

"The bow on your back seems good, so be it. Not long ago, I was ordered to clear the orcs from the mesaga, and when I cleared the battlefield after the victory, I found a live opening. This orc was a little different from the others, and when it found it, it was crying over its dead comrades, just like us did not so long ago. I couldn't bear to execute it, so I brought it back, but now I don't know what to do with it, so I hang it on a high platform over there. As he spoke, he pointed to a lookout platform more than a hundred meters away, but there was a poorly dressed person hanging on it.

"It hasn't eaten or drunk for a day or a night, and it's torture to go on like this. Why don't you dispose of it for me, and then I'll help you find your owner?" He asked.

"Good!" Without a moment's hesitation, Si'on replied in a deep voice.

When the old general Lamobis heard this, he also stood up with a smile and slowly came to his side. "I may not have made it clear just now, you have to just stand here and deal with it," he said. Moreover, you only have a chance with an arrow. ā€

Sylon turned around and looked at the high platform more than a hundred meters away, and then looked at the smiling veteran. He drew an arrow from the quiver on his back and said, "Borrow the longbow from the general's barracks." ā€

Yes, the difference between the two places is about 160 meters, which is beyond the effective range of the "eagle's beak" on his back.

On one side of Lamobis's head, a sensible soldier trotted to the side to fetch a longbow, which was not difficult to find in the barracks.

The longbow was handed first to the general, and then to the blonde archer.

"I hope you'll keep your promise, General." At the moment when he took the bow and turned around, Sir Ang said lightly.

His words and deeds seemed to be free and easy, but only he knew in his heart that 160 meters exceeded not only the range of the eagle's beak, but also his limit, a distance that only two older brothers could do. But he also understands that this seemingly random gamble is not only an opportunity given to him by the old general, but also a test for him, and he must prove his worth with this arrow!

An arrow, an arrow, and not an ordinary shot to the hands and feet. Sir'ang's heart tightened little by little with the strings in his hand, and he shot from afar......

He couldn't help but remember what his eldest brother once said to himself: "The limit of the arrow is not the distance of the eye, but the distance of the heart." ā€

Adjusting the angle, he slowly closed his eyes. Sometimes, these eyes did put a shackle on him.

"Whoosh"

The arrow feathers struck the high platform with the wind.

Some of the soldiers behind them who couldn't sink forgot that they were still resting, and they all stood up and looked towards the high platform.

"Dead?"

Someone who was blocked from view asked, but by the time he squeezed out of the gap and looked at the high platform, it was empty, except for a broken rope.

"Maybe, if you don't fall to your death." At this time, someone answered him. The arrow just now didn't hit any part of the orc, it actually hit the rope that hung it! Precision! Amazingly accurate!

While they were still in shock, soldiers near the high platform ran over and reported: "General, that orc is still alive, if you deal with it?" ā€

At this time, Lamobis laughed and looked at the blonde archer, only to hear the other party ask, "In this way, it can be regarded as a way to deal with it, right?" ā€

He didn't answer, but turned to Nelson and said, "Send out scouts, no, plus some of the trained soldiers here, everyone goes out to search." Anyway, until the kid was found, all the breaks were canceled. As for if anyone dares to be lazy and caught by me during the period, he will be the next person tied to the high platform, and the arrow will be shot by me. ā€

There is no one here who does not know that his general is a spear commander who specializes in marksmanship, and as for archery, it can only be described by imagination.

So, everyone present replied loudly: "Yes! "But the archer showed his hand just now, and they were all quite convinced, and I am afraid that there are few people in the army who can do it.

After the others had left for the city, Ramobis laughed and patted Sylon on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, go and see how your orcs are doing." Leave the search to my men. ā€

Sir Ang was about to say that he was also going to participate in the search, but he reacted: "What? My orc? ā€

"I said, I'll leave it to you, since you choose to deal with it this way. Then it's your orc, and if you want to kill it again, that's your choice. ā€

At this time, Yu Yi was practicing long-distance running, otherwise he might have noticed several prompts popping up in his dynamic bar one after another:

'The main hero, Sylon Arton, realizes the [sniper instinct]. ’

'The main hero, Sylon Arden, has successfully broken through, and the hero's star has increased. Current Rating: ā˜… ā˜†'

'The main hero gains a silver minion and consumes 2 slots of contract slots. ’