Chapter 9: The Three Great Forces of the Bitter Camp

Xiao Dezi looked at the fire in front of him in horror, only to see him quickly send portions of food to his mouth. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info couldn't see if he was chewing or not, so he swallowed the food.

"Bring it. ”

Xiao Dezi hurriedly sent the last few portions of food in his hand. Oh my God, he's already eaten seventy rations, and if he continues to eat like this, I'm afraid the Wandering Gang will go bankrupt. He couldn't figure out how he ate so much food.

"Uh~"

Finally, the fire burped, rubbed his stomach and said, "It's almost." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Dezi breathed a sigh of relief. This time, the fire ate three-quarters of the rations of the Free Gang, and the remaining rations were no longer enough to help the insiders eat for a day.

He didn't explain to Xiao Dezi why he suddenly became so able to eat. Uh~ It seems that he was also very good at eating ...... before.

Glancing at Xiao Dezi's surprised expression, Huo said to him, "How is it outside?"

As soon as he heard Huo ask this question, Xiao Dezi's eyebrows suddenly danced, and he smiled and said to Huo, "Since we eliminated that black evil man yesterday, in just one day, the number of people who defected to us has increased to more than a hundred. There was even a small force that came to us with a small mine. Now our Wandering Gang has grown to a medium-sized gang of 200 people. ”

Hearing this, Fire frowned. Isn't this kind of development a little too fast? Originally, it was only a small group, but after this battle, it developed into a medium-sized group. In this way, the team itself will be diluted by outsiders. Suddenly, it seems that the combat effectiveness of the team has improved, and when it comes to real battles, it will be found that the combat effectiveness has actually decreased.

Thinking of this, Fire stood up and walked outside. Xiao Dezi behind him asked, "Fire, where are you going?"

Huo glanced back at Xiao Dezi, and then said to him, "Let's go, come with me to have a look." ”

"Hmm. Xiao Dezi nodded in agreement, and then followed behind the fire and walked outside.

Since a large number of miners took the initiative to join the free gang, the sound of clanging mining can be heard along the way.

Xiao Dezi followed behind the fire and said, "There are many races in the bitter camp, but they are the worst of the black people. They not only bully the weak, but also those who are defeated by them, but are also eaten by them. These new miners have come to us because they heard that we have destroyed this evil group. They would rather hand over more ore than worry all the time that they will be eaten by the black people. ”

Walking out of the mine, it was daylight outside. Seeing that everyone was constantly moving some of the obsidian that had just been excavated from the mine, Huo asked Xiao Dezi, "Is this going to be sent back to the camp?"

Xiao Dezi nodded and said, "Well, if we don't go back, the remaining food will probably not be enough for us to eat." After saying this, he scratched his head and looked at the fire.

Being looked at by Xiao Dezi like this, Huo also felt a little embarrassed. However, he is now a master who has cultivated to the eighth map, and with him sitting here, ordinary forces will not dare to come over and compete for territory. And those larger forces don't look down on small mines like theirs.

At this time, Zhao Xiong was coming from a distance, and behind him, there was a long line. In the hands of these people, they also hold a lot of obsidian.

"Fire. From afar, Zhao Xiong said hello to him.

"Is this to send ore back?" asked Fire.

Zhao Xiong said with a smile, "Yes, I came to you to discuss this matter with you." ”

He pulled the fire, walked to the side and sat down, and said, "Fire, this time, we have transported a lot of obsidian. Originally, we had some in store, and after seizing the mines of the Black Devils, we also got a lot of obsidian from them. This time, it's a big deal, I want to escort this trip, you and I will go, and save yourself from trouble on the way. ”

"Yes. Fire replied simply.

After this period of contact, Zhao Xiong can be regarded as having some understanding of fire. He knew that Fire was not good at communicating with people, so he didn't care about the way Fire spoke.

He continued, "Actually, if it weren't for the sheer amount of this batch of obsidian, I wouldn't have bothered you. But you also know that this is a hard camp, and in the hard camp, everything depends on strength. Such a large batch of quantities will inevitably be envied. ”

Fire nodded, then asked, "When are you leaving?"

Zhao Xiong looked at the sky and said, "Wait until evening, this place is not too far from the camp, and you can basically arrive in one night." With so much obsidian, it's better to travel at night and not be easy to be found. ”

The fire looked into the distance, and everyone gathered the obsidian together, and from a distance, it looked like it was at least a few thousand kilograms.

"This is only a part, there will be a group of people who will send thousands of kilograms of obsidian, and this time the amount we will transport is about 10,000 kilograms. Zhao Xiong saw Huo's gaze, so he explained.

"So many, how many people do you need to transport?" Fire asked.

"It's almost like a hundred people, if there are fewer people, I'm afraid I won't be able to send them back tomorrow at dawn." Zhao Xiong said.

He looked at the fire, and then said to him, "Fire, I don't know how long you'll be here, but I hope you'll stay here." We need you, and they need you too. ”

Huo turned his head to look at Zhao Xiong, and then said, "I have no intention of leaving. ”

Zhao Xiong scratched his head and said, "Although you are a newcomer, there are some things that I think I should tell you." In the camp, there are three major forces, the first of which is the Hope. They were the largest race in the Bitter Camp, and among their forces, there were masters who had cultivated to the tenth map. The second force is the Ruth people, although they are not as numerous as the Hopes, but every Ruth people are born warriors, and similarly, among their forces, there is also a master who has cultivated to the tenth map. ”

"Oh, doesn't that mean that in the bitter camp, the highest cultivator is the master of the tenth picture? How can this be, isn't there anyone who has cultivated to the thirteenth picture?" Huo asked curiously.

"I don't know much about this, but among the three major forces I know, the one with the highest cultivation is only the master who has cultivated to the tenth map. Zhao Xiong said.

"Well, go on. Fire nodded, and although there were some doubts in his heart, he still let him continue to explain.

Zhao Xiong continued: "The third major force is the Black Evil People. This group of black demons, large in number and very united, they are a fighting race by nature, and often after a battle, those who are killed by them become their feast. Therefore, in the camp, almost everyone hated the black man, but there was no way. ”

"Don't Ruths and Hope care?" asked Fire.

Zhao Xiong sighed and said, "Brother, this is in the bitter camp, a place with no friends and no kindness. Don't think that someone will have mercy on you, if someone has mercy on you, that's when you're about to die. ”

Hearing him say this, Huo smiled and said, "So, I'm already in danger?"

When Zhao Xiong heard his words, he was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and gave him a punch, and then said, "We are not pity for you, but awe." I didn't expect you to have a weapon, in a place like the camp, a weapon, but it's hard to find. Of course, it's also a status symbol. ”

When Huo heard Zhao Xiong's words, he was stunned for a moment, and with a shake of his hand, he took out the dagger and said, "This is indeed a good weapon." He said this from the heart. In his homeland, his weapon was just a spear sharpened from stone. If compared to the dagger in his hand, it is indeed this dagger that is much better.

Zhao Xiong glanced at the dagger in his hand and said, "It's really a good dagger, although it is a little old, it can be seen that this is a weapon that only a real warrior can have." Fire, in the bitter camp, to have such a weapon, it means that you are very valued by the above. For no one is allowed to possess an iron weapon in the camp without permission from above. ”

Huo Ben was still immersed in the memories of his hometown, and when he heard Zhao Xiong's words, he asked, "What if my weapon is snatched away?"

"No one dares to use it in person. Because once it is known from above, the person who robbed you of your weapon will also be killed. Kill without any reason. Zhao Xiong said.

At this time, the fire found that Angkor, who was beside them, was staring at the dagger in the fire hand at this time.

Angkor noticed that Fire was looking at him, so he said, "Fire, can you lend me your dagger?"

After he said this, he noticed that Huo was looking at him with strange eyes, so he quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong, I just want to borrow your dagger to make a simple weapon." Just in front of you, it won't take up too much time. ”

The fire did not speak, but threw the dagger directly at Angkor. He was not worried that Angkor would take this dagger away, first, he did not dare. Second, even if he wants to, he doesn't have a chance. Angkor is just a master who has cultivated to the third picture, and the gap between him and him is too big. He could easily crush Angkor's head.

Angkor reached out and took the dagger, and then said to the fire, "I need your help, I can't use this dagger myself to cut down the crescent tree over there, I need a thick branch." ”

The fire looked in the direction of his finger, and over there, there were a few sparse uncles, called crescent trees by the miners of the bitter camp because the shape of the tree was somewhat like a crescent. It's just that this kind of tree is extremely tough, and a finger-thick branch is not something that the miners here can break casually.

Fire nodded, then walked over, cut off an arm-thick branch, and handed it to Angkor.