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I didn't expect that I said that he vomited blood in depression, but it was already a light statement. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He is not only depressed, but also desperate. In this attack, they were originally secretly left behind, so when some other thieves suffered heavy casualties, their strength was not affected. In fact, his arrangement can be described as very good.

He himself chose to rush to contain the holy beast, although it seemed very dangerous, but it was indeed a clever move. In this way, even if the members of the Ice Thieves Regiment are a little more negative, the other members of the Thieves Regiment will have nothing to say. After all, their leader has already faced the toughest enemies, and with the teleportation scroll, he can get out of the battlefield at any time to participate in the final robbery, and he can avoid entanglement with other thief leaders.

However, when his calculations meet us with absolute strength, it can only be a bamboo basket for nothing. The huge group of thieves did not pose any threat to the caravan at all, and at the last moment, he could only rely on his rich experience to use the teleportation scroll to escape smoothly. With the demonic aura of the dagger in his hand to cover up, Xiao Yu didn't actually notice him. However, escaping from Xiao Yu's men is not necessarily a good thing for him.

When he ran away, he was worried that Xiao Yu would find him, so he only hid in the pile of thieves, and didn't even care about the situation behind him. It's just that when he joined up with the remnants of the thieves and ran away dozens of miles away, he began to count the casualties of his thief group. This statistic suddenly made his face pale. There were originally 2,000 thieves, but in the end there were less than 500. These are not ordinary thieves, but the true elite of their thief group, the real foundation of Storm Ice. If those low-level thieves can be replenished at any time, these elites are eager to replenish.

However, his calamity was far from over, and when he was depressed about his missteps, the little fox came after him. With superhuman speed, in front of his remnants of his subordinates, he teased him enough. In the end, not only was he beaten half to death, but a few more magic killed the rest of the thieves, and finally snatched the two artifact daggers that he regarded as his surname.

This is not the end, the next thing fully shows that people are unlucky, and anything will happen. The other small and medium-sized thieves have lost a number of men to a greater or lesser extent. Naturally, thieves' tempers are not much better, and besides, they obviously need someone to vent to. If before, the strength of the ice was far above them, and these thieves would naturally not dare to do anything. However, the current storm ice, that is, the dehaired phoenix is not as good as the chicken, the regiment commander is seriously injured, and hundreds of elites are also injured. Obviously, the current Storm Ice has been reduced to the strength of only the mid-level thief group.

As a result, those thieves vented their anger on the Ice Thieves, and they began to accuse the leader of blindly setting such a failed strategy. Obviously, the popularity of Storm Ice is not good, or rather, it is very poor. However, their members are accustomed to being on top, and they simply can't stand the ridicule of some of the petty thieves. So, from the beginning of the scolding to the final action, in the end, the head of the Ice Thieves who was greatly injured relied on the outbreak of several masters, fought a bloody way out of the encirclement of other thief groups, and fled, but once again left behind the corpses of more than 200 subordinates. It is estimated that from now on, the ice will not be able to return to its previous strength for at least ten years.

After knowing what happened, I didn't really care about it, anyway, whether the ice existed or not, it didn't have any effect on me. It's just that it's just a mercenary mission on a whim, and it's a coincidence that he can help Filya's mother's family. To be honest, I would only reach out when I encountered such a thing, otherwise, I wouldn't be interested in helping them run once.

After resting, the mercenaries and guards who went on the road again could already relax, and although they were constantly on guard along the way, they no longer had the original tension. Come to think of it, tens of thousands of thieves have been dealt with, and there are probably all the thieves groups that can be called powerful in the entire Chaos Plains, and there are only so many people who can be dispatched in total, so where will anyone come to rob us.

However, I began to feel depressed. Since that day, both Captain Mandello and Butler Mirante have changed their attitudes towards me. Their reverent and terrified eyes made me very uncomfortable, but Paran seemed to disappear, and I found that he was no longer in the caravan. I've already started to think about whether I should find a chance to leave the caravan?

Half a month later, the caravan finally entered the territory of the Guchas Empire. At this point, Madame de Montessia and Butler Milante were visibly relieved. Mirante smiled and said to Mandello: "Commander, I can trouble you on the road this time, but when you get to the Guchas Empire, the road is much safer." You and your fighters can also breathe a sigh of relief. ”

Mandelo said seriously: "Until the last moment, the mercenaries can't really relax. However, by now, this trip has undoubtedly been the most intense and relaxing mission of my mercenary career, and I will never forget it. As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at where I was.

"Who isn't!?" Mirante sighed. Since that day, although my attitude has not changed from before, he always feels that as soon as he is with me, he will feel the strong oppression in me. So, he rarely walks with me like he used to. In the end, my strength still makes him feel intimidated.

Naturally, their conversation couldn't miss my eyes, but I was really helpless about it. The concept of respecting the strong on the mainland has been maintained for too long, so long that it has been deeply ingrained in people's hearts. Many countries have even issued special laws to protect the rights and interests of masters.

As a simple example, civilians kill people, and that needs to be paid for their lives. However, a mid-level magician, even if he is also a civilian, if he also kills a civilian, then his punishment may only be a loss of gold. As for the more advanced swordsman, great swordsman, or mage master, etc., then it may not be a matter of killing at all. Such laws abound here, and no one thinks they are unreasonable.

(To be continued)