Shurima, the Lesser Desert, the border city of Loxey.

In this desert city ruled by the warlord Titus of Shurima, there are five kinds of people,

From high to lowest, they were divided into the armies and cronies of Titus, the Noxians, armed merchant families who lived in the inner city and were protected by Titus with high taxes, the freedmen of the desert who lived in the outer cities, and the slaves who could be found everywhere and whose status was lower than that of pigs and dogs.

Warlord Titus inherited his father's bandit group, fought his way out of the chaotic and dangerous Xiaosai Desert, and won the dominance of the border city of Loxey with his cunning and absolute strength, becoming one of the three major warlord forces entrenched outside the Xiaosai Desert.

Needless to say, the Noxians, forced by their absolute strength and ruthless and domineering methods, most of the brutal and capricious Shurima warlords are relatively docile and harmless in front of the Noxians.

Generally speaking, the Noxians who dare to break into the Locksey alone have more or less military backgrounds, no matter from which point of view, the Noxians are the most difficult to mess with in the first echelon, if there is no crazy money, the effort brought by the calculation will be far higher than the return, and no one will do stupid things.

In particular, the Desert Exploration Team from the Imperial Army, which has always been an extremely dangerous person urging the warlord forces to unearth the ancient tombs, most of these desert exploration teams are equipped with terrifying and enviable enchanted equipment, these people kill without blinking, and it is no longer known how many greedy and red-eyed Shurima bandits have become the ghosts of the Noxians under the sword.

Everyone's strength is enough to be one to ten, and if there are no special means and the determination to break the net with the Empire, even Titus, who has become the lord of the ancient city, is not willing to provoke the Noxians.

The armed merchant family at the third level is a typical Shurima-style violent group, thanks to the harsh environment of the Shurima continent, most of these merchant families started with robbers and sand bandits, killing people without counting, and when they got out of the encirclement and accumulated enough capital to rise, these capable bandits established their own families and turned into decent lords.

On this thorny road, it is inevitable to do some unconscionable things, plundering the population, slaughtering villages, robbing supplies, and the bandit nature of plucking the feathers of geese has been deeply rooted in the blood, and even now, there are still many armed merchant families who hang the 'civilization' plaque in order to connect with the Noxian Empire are still secretly doing some 'hand-to-hand' things,

If a visitor from other places who does not understand the nature of the armed caravan easily drinks a cup of hot tea handed by the caravan supervisor, he may inevitably fall asleep with a hospitable smile, and only after waking up will he be "pleasantly surprised" to find that he has suddenly added a free experience card of "Shurima Slave" in his life journey.

There is no need to elaborate on the specific types of experience cards, after all, in the class of 'slaves', there has always been no distinction between men and women, only health and disease, beauty or ugliness.

In fact, it is far more difficult than imagined to make a class jump in the Shurima Continent, and the armed merchant family is already a status that most Shurima people dare not dream of, and it is already remarkable that Shurima people can become small merchants in the border city of Loxai instead of being eaten and wiped clean by others.

The vast majority of people are still in the class of the freedmen of the desert, and the so-called freedmen of the desert are not strictly recognized by any authoritative official body, and the existing 'freedom' is just that it has not been beaten and branded as a slave for the time being.

Even in the ancient desert border city of Lockse, there is the possibility of losing freedom and becoming slaves, but because of the existence of the city guards, sensible slave traders will more or less rein in, but slave traders still can't let go of those stupid fat sheep who have no background and no strength.

Because life is too difficult, any free man with a certain strength will choose to pick up a sword and become a mercenary or an armed soldier of a merchant family, if he does not want to join a family to become an exploited herdsman or a sand beast hunter, the free man can only join a violent organization to seek refuge.

The status of the producer living in Loxey is slightly stronger than that of a slave, but if you want to live with some dignity, you will inevitably do some things to fight and kill.

As for the slaves at the bottom, that is the private property that can walk in the city of Lockse, and the identity of a free citizen will be lost at any time, and it is difficult to cut off the skin with the mark of slavery on his own.

At this moment, the sun has set, and in the outer city of Lockse, in a garrison belonging to the free mercenaries [Ahar Mercenary Regiment], a short black and blue haired girl who is now twelve years old is holding a desert one-handed knife covered with rust and gaps in both hands, and is slashing on the stake of the training dummy.

The girl was wearing a modified leather shorts and trousers that had been pulled off from someone's body, and the palm of the hand wrapped around the cloth had already ground a bloody mark, but the girl was still gritting her teeth and insisting.

Tempered by the wind and sand and the obstacles, the girl's wheat-colored skin, which was no longer immature, was covered with sweat, and even compared to the orphans who begged for a living in the Shurima barracks, the girl was definitely industrious.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes are straight, her face is a typical goose egg face, her appearance is exquisite, the bridge of her nose is high, and even if she is wrapped in a chest cloth, she can't hide the tall twin peaks on her chest.

The buttocks are tight, and she looks young and lovely, especially a pair of dark brown phoenix eyes, which makes the already extraordinary-looking girl add seven points of girlish heroism and make people have a desire to conquer.

If this face had been born in a large family, or if the clan and parents had not been slaughtered by the bloodthirsty beasts rooted in the depths of the desert, the Saense would inevitably have been crossed by the in-laws who were seeking marriage, but at this moment, the girl's overly marked appearance has become an obstacle to her survival to gain dignity.

It's been four years since she joined the Erha Mercenary Regiment,

Four years ago, she could only paint her face with foul-smelling mud to protect her little scavengers, even slave traders would not spend much effort to capture her, a foul-smelling little beggar, but now she can no longer hide her appearance by any means.

The girl took a step back slightly, and looked at the men around the training ground out of the corner of her eyes while calming her breath.

The male mercenary whispered obscene vulgarity, his gaze unabashedly glued to her skin, hot and greedy like a long slimy tongue, eager to pick open her sweat-soaked leather bra and remove the wrap and the leather trousers that were already strong enough.

She had tried her best to get used to the sight, but she still felt a little sick to her stomach at the moment.

When she was young, this situation was not too serious, even a few bastard mercenaries who were interested in the little girl would look at the face of the mercenary group leader, but now the eyes of the seniors of these mercenary groups have been undisguised - they look at themselves like a prostitute.

The free mercenaries who fight for money are synonymous with lawlessness, and many of the mercenaries in the regiment will squander their money in brothels in the outer city after making money.

Women are already scarce in this knife licking blood, and beautiful women are even rarer than the gems in the burial pit, she knows her own value, so she is very uneasy, if it weren't for the special identity of her as a 'mercenary captain's attendant', this group of mercenaries would definitely touch her tent while she was sleeping.

Even if she had shown her hard work and talent in battle, the mercenaries could only see their own bodies, and those who usually took care of them would probably turn into beasts and tear themselves apart.

She knew that the rusted one-handed knife in her hand could not protect herself now, and the only one who could protect herself was the leader of the mercenary group, her nominal follower, the legendary leader of the Ahar mercenary group, Aha Jaharo.

Feeling that the matter was urgent, the girl made up her mind to talk to the head of the group, and the safety was still somewhat guaranteed - at least the head of the group, Iha, was more concerned about wealth and fame than women.

Seeing that the girl had put away the knife, the male mercenary with the thickest physique, wearing only a battle skirt and a scar on her naked chest, licked her lips intently, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and smiled and showed a mouthful of smoky yellow teeth.

"Little Sivir, don't you practice? Look at you panting, do you want to go to Uncle Sandy for a drink? ”

"Brother Sandy, you'd better talk about wine."

Some mercenaries responded lightly, and seven or eight mercenaries laughed, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

Sivir looked at Sandy, as a famous mercenary hooligan and a two-handed sword warrior ranked third in strength, Sandy's most famous deeds are female warriors who humiliate the enemy on the battlefield,

On weekdays, he and the other women in the mercenary group are also unclear, and in order to keep Sandy, the head of the regiment, Iha, often turns a blind eye.

was fatally wounded, but now he is still bullying others, but Sandy, who has a bad character, is extremely powerful, and the scar on his chest near his heart is enough to explain everything.

Sivir had no doubt that if Sandy had taken the lead in asking for himself from the head of the group, and if Sandy had offered all his loyalty, the head of the group, Ah, would not hesitate to tie himself to Sandy's bed.

"Sandiego, you know I can't drink much, let's wait until I'm older, and I'll invite Sandiego to drink when the time comes."

Without being humble or arrogant, Sivir walked away without looking back, and the mercenaries let out a flirtatious laugh again.

"It seems that our little Sivir is shy, tsk, I didn't expect little Sivir to look so smart at the age of twelve, why didn't I see it before?"

"You know that if you look at the old ladies, you can see a fart!

Brother Sandy, are you ready to take on Sivir? She's the head of the regiment. ”

Hearing this, Sandy spat disdainfully on the ground.

"So what? Anyway, the boss, he doesn't like women, Sivir grew up in our mercenary group, and he definitely can't be cheap to others, tell the boss, Sivir must be Lao Tzu and me,

Damn, I've played all my life, and a woman has never seen such a stunning ...... as Little Sivir Lao Tzu said ugly things to the front, Sivir is the woman that Lao Tzu fancies, if there is no Lao Tzu's order, which of you dares to shoot at Little Sivir, Lao Tzu chopped off whose leg! ”

"Brother Sandy, you'd better say the legs."

Sandy suddenly looked at the smiling mercenary, flew up, and kicked the mercenary into a.

"If you can't speak, shut your foul mouth! You'll know if it's a leg, I'm not joking with you! ”

Hearing Sandy say this, the other mercenaries were overjoyed and patted their chests to reassure.

"We listen to Big Brother Sandy for everything! We'll do whatever Big Brother Sandy says! ”

Nodding in satisfaction, Sandy sneered.

"Follow Lao Tzu, there are those you enjoy, which of those women in the group is not obedient? When Lao Tzu opens the meat, can he still treat you badly? ”

"Long live Big Sandy!"

Leaving the training ground, Sivir calmly walked to the door of the only stone house in the camp under the gaze of the others.

After a moment's hesitation, Sivir called out anyway.

"Captain Ah, I'm Sivir."

I don't know what Iha was busy with, and it wasn't until ten minutes later that the man in the room replied faintly, 'Come in'.

Sivir took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of the sword with blood stains remaining, and quickly released it, just a small movement, but Sivir had a lot of bargaining courage.

The girl pushed open the wooden door, reinforced with iron bars and spikes, and stood before a man who was as tall and strong as a lion, with wheat-colored blond hair.

Aha Trihalo, the strongest of the Ahar Mercenary Group, is also the benefactor who overcame public opinion and accepted her into the Mercenary Group in the first place.

She has always maintained enough reverence for the man in front of her, but after four years of getting along, the man doesn't seem to care about her overtures.

"Sivir, what's the matter with coming to me?"

The man with a rough and majestic face went straight as always, and there was no obvious emotion on Gujing's face.

Knowing that now was not the time to beat around the bush, Sivir said solemnly.

"Captain Iha, Sandy is ready to attack me."

"So what?"

Aha Jahalo said with a calm face.

"Sandy doesn't need money to go to the battlefield, he doesn't want to die on the battlefield, he just needs a woman, he can bring me the head of the enemy and the skin and flesh of the sand beast, what can you bring me? Or do you think it's natural for the mercenary group to raise you and don't need to pay anything? ”

Of course, Sivir is not without dedication, in fact, she has done all the work that the trainee mercenary needs to do, and she has done a lot of work that does not need to be done by the trainee mercenary, such as being responsible for the cleanliness of Aiha's residence, the sanitation of the station, and even the firewood and water that the gang needs to do.

However, this is not enough, or in the eyes of Aha Jaihalo, these efforts that do not bring wealth are not contributions.

(End of chapter)