"Hold steady. Townsend put the ice shovel away, changed into a thicker pair of gloves, gently brushed the ice slag off the corpse, and after a detailed visual inspection, he twisted the hapless man's robe with his fingers and carefully lifted it. Thus, the coat of arms, which had been concealed by the outer robe and showed only a small corner, was completely revealed—the outer ring was a simple leaf-like pattern, with a complex golden emblem in the center, and three small purple gems arranged in a triangular shape at the core.

This badge is the symbol of a Level 3 Ability Master!

Townsend slowly took off his badge and put it in a leather pocket, and then searched the hapless man's body carefully - sure enough, there was no shortage of ability notes, ability scrolls, ability items, and even a stack of title deeds and a large amount of cash redemption tickets. But the issuance time of the redemption ticket is a bit far away, and the most recent one was issued more than 20 years ago, and I don't know if it is still useful.

"Earned!" Townsend suppressed the ripples in his heart, packed everything into categories, and then hastily dug a hole in the snow and ice to bury the unlucky bastard.

"Anyway, you don't need these things, instead of cheapening others, it's better to give it to me, a junior, after all, it's a system, maybe I can still carry it forward, you say, right?" A few stones were laid as a mark, and Townsend also communicated with the unlucky guy: "If you don't speak, I'll just take you as an agreement, you are really a big-hearted old-you-thank you!"

"In this way, the first business was a big profit for me. Thinking of what he had in his pocket, Townsend was of course full of feelings: "What kind of monster is Joan? Even if he doesn't like this kind of thing, it's still upside down for me...... Is it really investing in me? It's actually invested in me by a cat...... Who will believe this?!"

"I'm trying to test Joan, why isn't Joan testing me with these things?" Looking at the falling snowflakes around him, Townsend sighed: "However, there is not much more in my plan, and less is not much of it, so I can make a fortune!"

After thinking about it, Townsend laughed, hung the loot on his body, and crashed into the snowstorm without looking back.

On the top of the mountain, far away from Townsend, a lazy white cat shook the snowflakes on its body, shook its head and sighed: "This little slippery head." ”

This time, Townsend didn't have much trouble finding the smuggling trail and returning to his men. In fact, as Joan said, after a victory, the commander does not have to worry too much. So Townsend didn't have the kind of pre-war busyness, and the only thing he was worried about at this time was Joan, who had already told him when he sent him out of the ice cave, that he couldn't leak this matter, otherwise Townsend would be miserable.

Speaking of which, ever since the world woke up at this time, Townsend had been going through magical events like this, and he was almost immune all the way through. If it weren't for Joan's changing form, he really wouldn't mind, just do business, what's so surprising? But Joan's "advertisement" made him excited, and he vaguely felt that it was not an advertisement at all, but because he was not strong enough to have it - and the corpse of the third-level ability master after that was also very revealing.

In Townsend's eyes, the Level 3 Adeptist was full of treasures, but in Joan's eyes, this thing was clearly a piece of garbage that was equated with rags. People are more popular than people, that's what I'm saying.

As for other aspects, such as Townsend's admitting that "the gap in strength is too big to make a deal", it really exists. But for Townsend, his encounter with Joan is a fait accompli, and once they are implicated, this reality cannot be changed, and it is a foregone conclusion that he is at a disadvantage - the only way is to grow his strength quickly and try to narrow the gap.

"Why do I keep dealing with such a strong existence?" Townsend shook his head and sighed, "Is it destined to be a man of the hour?"

Fortunately, this kind of emotion could not last long in Townsend's heart, because this kind of thing, whether good or bad, was far away from him, so Townsend still focused on the things in front of him—to pursue what he could grasp, which was rational enough.

Towngson's immediate task is to clean up the mess for the war.

Although this counterattack lasted for a day and a night, the fierce battle lasted for a short time, less than an hour before and after. The rest of the time, it was Townsend's men in pursuit. Because there was only one smuggling trail, they didn't even run to chase it, but walked steadily, picking up abandoned loot along the way, and sometimes hanging down the deep valley to pick up things.

On the enemy's side, it is incomparably miserable. Half of those who escaped from the valley died within three hours, and those who fell to their feet, those who lost blood from exhaustion, and those who died of sudden illness were all sorts of reasons. The rest of the people were not much better, without food, tents and equipment to protect them from the cold, and they were all frozen into popsicles during the night.

These frozen bodies along the road caused a lot of trouble for the tribal warriors who chased after them in the morning, because in the wind and snow conditions in the wild, it was difficult to peel off the contents of the popsicles, and they had to be transported back by pack horses...... It took them two full days to clean the battlefield, and although they were very tired, everyone was very uplifted to see the mountains of loot and the herds of pack horses.

These leather armors that were plucked by everyone's own hands, and the plate armor that was picked up at the bottom of the valley at the risk of their lives, were really unprecedentedly sophisticated. With almost zero leather and metal manufacturing capacity around Warehousetown, it's impossible to make such a thing, let alone those knives, spears, bows and arrows, which are really something you've ever dreamed of!

The tribal warriors even dug three feet into the ground outside the snow valley, pouting their butts and digging out most of the fine iron arrowheads.

On the morning of the third day after the war, the results of the battle were finally counted. Surrounded by a group of men, Chief Townsend summoned everyone to speak. He walked up the high trophy mountain step by step, his demeanor was calm and kind, but in the eyes of his subordinates, the chief was more majestic and tall than before!

"Brothers!" Townsend put the long sword in his hand in front of him, "Good!"

"Chief-officer-good!" nearly two hundred of his subordinates responded in unison, in unison.

"We, just over 180 people. There were more than 300 of them! They had knights, mercenaries, assassins, and even anomalous masters! We used wooden spears and short bows, and they used iron spears and longbows and plate armor!" Townsend slammed his right fist, "But this battle!

"We've won!" nearly two hundred fists waved in the air, and heroic shouts echoed like rolling thunder between the mountains: "Win! Win!"

――Author's words: Xiao Ming is on the sixth watch today, and the number of words is guaranteed to be 12,000!