Marz Greyburg's roads are wide, clean, and the shops on both sides are well planned, and they are definitely not comparable to the backcountry of Grégory. www.biquge.info If Gregory is a small county town in the third and fourth tiers, then Marz Greyburg is at least the standard for second-tier cities.

It snowed heavily for two days, and the roads and rooftops were white everywhere, as if the whole world had become much cleaner.

The soles of the feet in the iron boots creaked and creaked on the snow on the ground, and the slightest chill penetrated through the iron boots to the soles of the feet, and if it weren't for the thick socks, it would not be long before they would freeze and stiffen.

Marz Greyburg is a transit point for countless caravans, and even in this harsh winter, merchants and mercenaries can be seen on the streets, but they are not there to sort out their goods, but to wander around.

If you want to extort 100,000 gold coins from the Prescott family's base camp, even if you have hostages in hand, you must be prepared at all.

For example - the retreat route.

Ronald walked aimlessly along the street, not bothering to inquire about the Prescott family's residence, but memorizing what he saw and the road along the way.

And Cullen also followed silently beside him, during which he didn't ask a word, just followed Ronald, like a shadow, unhurried, not far or close, and seemed to always maintain the same distance.

Walking through seven or eight streets, Ronald had already seen at least a dozen shops with signs such as mercenary taverns and mercenary hotels hanging in front of their doors.

Being able to hang the word 'mercenary' means that these shops are dedicated to serving mercenaries from other places, and from this point of view, Marz Greyburg is indeed an extremely prosperous city.

As far as the mercenary tavern is concerned, a two-story tavern can accommodate at least 100 people at the same time, and ten mercenary taverns can receive nearly 1,000 mercenaries......

This is just what Ronald saw, if there were 50 mercenary taverns in the entire city, then the city's resident mercenaries would have to be at least 4 to 5,000 thousand to support these taverns from going out of business.

If there are thousands of mercenaries from outside, then how many people are there in the garrison of this city?

Without 3~5 times the military strength, how can Marz Greyburg suppress these rebellious mercenaries and not make trouble at will?

"Cullen, I seem to be thinking a little too simply. Marz Greburg is by no means comparable to Grégory. Ronald frowned and whispered to Cullen behind him.

Cullen nodded, his expression equally solemn.

What he saw along the way was an eye-opener for the bandits from the backwoods, the town he had visited most often was Grigory, and now seeing the prosperity of Marz Greyburg also made him feel an indescribable pressure.

"The plan has been postponed, and Scott must be closely guarded, not allowing him to escape, let alone contact with outsiders. Once the news gets out, we're afraid we won't be able to get out of Marz Greyburg. Ronald reached out and grabbed the hood behind his shoulder, covering his head, and his face suddenly fell into shadow.

A hint of murder flashed in Cullen's eyes: "Commander, if it's too dangerous, we will directly kill Scott, bury the body overnight, and then everyone will leave here......"

After all, he was born as a bandit, even if he was just a bandit at the bottom, some of his methods were fierce and bloody.

"Boom!"

A loud bang was heard, followed by a burst of screams and noise.

I saw that on the street in front of me, the door of a mercenary tavern called 'Unicorn' was shattered from the inside, and a strong guy flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

This person's physical fitness is very strong, although the wooden door made of cedar was smashed and he flew out two or three meters away, but as if nothing happened, he jumped up directly from the ground, cursing and cursing in his mouth.

"Come on, little girl, do you only have this little strength?" This burly strong man has a Chinese face, copper bell eyes, a grooved nose, rough skin, a chin full of beards, and the muscles of his body are bulging and almost tearing his clothes.

In the Unicorn Tavern, a tall and thin man wearing thin leather armor walked out, only to see him with short silver-white hair, handsome facial features, and a temperament as sharp as a sharp sword. Behind him, several tall and short men stood still, looking at the guy who had flown out of the tavern with a sneer, two of them even holding tall oak wine glasses in their hands and burping in their mouths.

"Beast Sandy, your regimental leader is not here, who gave you the courage to provoke me?" asked the silver-haired man, standing there, his eyes sharp, looking at the man's body.

The silver-haired man's voice had a special charm, clear, low, a sense of contradiction, but full of charm. With his handsome facial features and special temperament, I believe that many women will put a heart on him.

"It's just provoking you, do you still need the support of our regiment leader?" The beast Sandy stretched out his hand and patted the snow on his body, grinned, and said with an ugly smile disdainfully: "White Eagle Emperor Mos, you are just a slave's son, a pariah!

"People compare your 'White Eagle Mercenary Group' with our 'Three-Headed Dog Mercenary Group' all day long, what a bunch of idiots. Let's see, aren't the Prescott family still hiring our three-headed dog mercenary group this time? You White Eagles are just a bunch of trash that others don't want to mess with. ”

"No, no, the strength of your White Eagle Mercenary Group is still very good. Yes, even I, Sandy, the beast, have to admit it, but ...... Who made your head the son of a slave, how can a mere pariah, be looked down upon by the nobles?"

An exaggerated smile appeared on the ugly face of the beast Sandy: "A pariah should live with rats in the sewers and eat with the filthy pigs in the pigsty." It's ridiculous to even think about forming a mercenary group!

Silence, a terrible silence fell inside the otherwise noisy tavern.

All of them closed their mouths and stared at the laughing beast Sandy with a serious expression, with an inexplicable look in their eyes.

There is admiration, shame, helplessness, and contempt......

The few people standing behind the silver-haired man had gloomy and terrifying faces, and their eyes showed murderous aura, staring at the beast Sandy.

There was no doubt that with a gesture from the silver-haired man named Timos, the men behind him would pounce and tear the beast Sandy to pieces.

Step ~ Step ~ Step ~

The iron boots stepped on the snow, making a creaking ~ creaking ~ sound.

The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps, and everyone's eyes were focused on the man who made the footsteps.

A pure black cloak enveloped his body, and his hood obscured his face, leaving only a shadow visible in the distance.

Judging from the footsteps, this person should be wearing heavy armor, and it is more likely that it is plate armor, because his iron boots are pointed and fully covered, which is generally the style of iron boots that match plate armor.

A few steps behind him, there was another man who was also covered by a cloak, the same black cloak, and the same sound of pointy iron boots stepping on the snow, indicating that they were two people together.

The mercenaries present quickly made their own judgments just from the sound of footsteps.

Surrounded by all kinds of dangers, these mercenaries have long developed a keen sense of smell like wild dogs, and a little clue is enough for them to make accurate judgments.

"Apologies!"

Under the hood, Ronald's voice came.

"Huh?" "Huh?" the beast Sandy looked at the man in front of him, his hood covering the other party's face, and he could only vaguely see the area below the bridge of his nose: "Hey, do you want to make trouble?"

"The snow has splashed on my shoes, and you have to apologize to me. Ronald lowered his head and said again.

"Damn, when did Marz Greyburg come back to the nasty?" the beast Sandy's face furrowed, and a fierce and dangerous aura emanated from him.

Cullen, who was standing behind him, reacted quickly, flicked his cloak, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and stared at Sandy with his eyes, as long as he dared to make a little dangerous move, Cullen's long sword would definitely slash towards the opponent's vital point.

"Did I splash the snow on your boots when I fell just now?" The beast Sandy was taller than Ronald, only half a head lower than Cowen, and he ignored Cullen's threat, and directly lowered his head, looking at Ronald with a cruel smile: "I'm really sorry, I got your boots dirty, why don't I chop off your feet as an apology?"

Sticking out his tongue and licking it on his lips, the beast Sandy showed murderous anger in his eyes: "I like to cut other people's bodies into pieces the most, especially listening to other people's wails, begging for mercy while struggling to ......"

Before Sandy could finish speaking, Ronald threw a punch and slammed him in the face.

This punch Ronald did not use the Ice Abyss Fighting Qi, but he accumulated the Ice True Qi in his fist, and the seemingly light and swift punch was as heavy as a hammer.

"Don't put your face so close, no one has told you, do you have bad breath?" Ronald reached out and pulled down his hood, his brow furrowed, and he looked displeased.

"Damn, I'm going to kill you!" Sandy the Beast was knocked to the ground by a punch, but struggled to his feet, his face covered in blood and the bridge of his nose crooked, apparently broken by the punch.

Sandy the Beast didn't even care about the bridge of his broken nose, his eyes were extremely fierce, and he punched Ronald directly.

Vindictive!

The fist of the beast Sandy actually showed a fighting spirit, this guy who was thrown out of the tavern after drinking, turned out to be a bronze level!

The casserole-sized fist hammered towards Ronald, and the whistling wind swirled to prove that the punch contained incredible power.

Ronald's eyes narrowed subconsciously, and the corners of his mouth chuckled: "Don't fall off the fortress!"

Syllable!

Ronald reached out his palm, blocked it in front of his face, and steadily took the fist of the beast Sandy.

The force of the fist seemed to sink into the boundless sea, without setting off the slightest wave, and not even Ronald's fist did not retreat a single distance.

The people in the tavern who had been watching the excitement suddenly gasped, and they looked at Ronald with surprised and even shocked eyes.

The beast Sandy was also startled, he knew best how strong he was. And he also used fighting spirit for this punch, even if it was plate armor, he had to be punched a punch mark!

"Even if you look ugly, your mouth is still so ugly...... Even if your mouth stinks, your strength is still so bad......" Ronald looked at the shocked Sandy with disdain, and his five fingers clenched hard, grabbing Sandy's fist like an iron hoop.

The Ice Abyss Dou Qi was suddenly used, and a cold aura spread along the palm of his hand, and the already extremely cold low temperature around him dropped by more than ten degrees again, and a piece of frost covered Sandy's palm, as if he was put on a fist made of ice cubes.

Sandy let out a scream.

The Ice Abyss Dou Qi silently invaded the skin, muscles, and bones, and the bone-chilling chill was like countless spikes, deeply penetrating into Sandy's body.

Sandy's strength is not weak, at least a bronze level. But in the face of the silver-level Ronald, in the face of the strong and domineering Ice Abyss fighting spirit, he had no power to resist.

Ronald lifted his foot and kicked Sandy between his legs, perhaps because of the bar drinking, Sandy did not wear a full suit of armor, only a simple shoulder armor and breastplate.

Hearing a faint strange sound, Sandy's face suddenly tangled together, her mouth opened wide, she gasped in a breath of cold air, her legs twisted together like a woman, and then she fell to her knees.

Inside the tavern, the people watching this scene gasped again.

They may not have heard the strange sound, but the heavy plate armor on Ronald's legs looked very closely.

Hit Sandy between her legs with a hard plate armor...... Or is it unprotected by armor...... Just imagining it makes them feel a pain to the bone.

"Silver!"

Timos stood in the doorway, his handsome features showing a hint of a smile, and whispered.

Several people standing beside him took another breath of cold air and looked at Ronald in surprise. But soon, they reacted, since Sandy was bronze-level, then the person who could easily defeat him should be at least a silver-level master.

On the street in front of the tavern, Ronald raised his foot, stepped on Sandy's face with his iron boots, and crushed them a few times, until the snow on the soles of his boots was wiped clean before he stopped: "It would be nice to apologize earlier, it's just a bronze, where did you get the courage to be so arrogant." ”

Poor Sandy had already passed out from the pain, but he couldn't hear Ronald's complaints.

Behind him, Cullen put away his long sword and looked at Ronald's back with adoring eyes, being able to defeat a bronze-level strong man so simply and easily. Such strength, such power...... What a deserving leader!

Ronald turned around and walked towards the Unicorn tavern, where the guests focused their eyes on Ronald.

"Friend, we are the White Eagle Mercenary Regiment, I don't know what to call it?" Timos stood in front of the door, with a charming smile on his face that would make a woman scream.

"Winter. ”

"Everyone, let's welcome the friends of the Winter Mercenary Regiment...... All the expenses in the tavern today are counted on our White Eagle Mercenary Group, everyone drink to your heart's content!"

Timos turned and shouted loudly to the guests in the tavern.

"Oh, oh, welcome to the Winter Mercenaries!"

"Welcome! Welcome!"

In the Unicorn Tavern, because of a word from Timos, it suddenly fell into a boiling hustle and bustle.