No one knows what Revent, Shawshank, and Abraham said separately in the end.

Early the next morning, Abraham summoned all the mercenaries and announced that Revent would be appointed as the captain of the Fifth Mercenary Team.

Resentment naturally appeared in the heart of every mercenary, why? This damn fat man can't see any strength from anywhere, why can he directly do that position.

Looking at Lei Wente, who was smiling and waving his hands everywhere on the platform, almost the entire mercenary of the fifth brigade gritted their teeth in unison.

But all protests were rejected by Abraham, as if this time he was determined to carry out the order. Contrary to most people, several mercenaries who knew the inside story were silent with pale faces, and the head of the regiment found them last night and asked them not to tell the truth, which seemed to be the will of the master who singled out the Black Swift Dragon.

Ham shrunk his neck, looking at the fat man on the stage who was no different from a hillbilly on the surface, and his ears were filled with the entire Fifth Brigade discussing the discussion of giving this second ancestor a dismount, and before he knew it, his back was completely soaked in cold sweat.

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The scorching sun hung in the sky, and the spring weather in the north was unusually hot.

Basically, every mercenary took off the hot and heavy armor on his body and put himself into training in a refreshing cloth suit. In the playground of the third district, the entire mercenary members of the Fifth Brigade were unusually lazy and arranged in an irregular phalanx, each shaking different parts of their bodies as if no one was talking to each other to welcome the arrival of their new team leader.

"Old Ham! Aren't you healed from your injuries, how wilting like a vegetable? The head of the regiment went too far this time, and even shouted such a waste to directly be our head, damn, that kind of unweaned kid threw at us for drills is not qualified! Look at it! Thinking that with a little connection, we can do whatever we want, and the brothers will let this scrap know what a nightmare is. ”

A majestic mercenary next to Ham scratched his hairy chest and complained angrily. His name is Gna! In Fistone's ancient text, it means bear-like bravery, and he really doesn't deserve the name, but from the appearance alone, you really can't tell that there is much difference between him and a bear.

But his force value can definitely be ranked in the top three in the entire fifth pile, originally because the last captain was too old and retired, he has been coveting this throne, and now he was suddenly robbed by a white fat man who came out of nowhere, and naturally he was full of resentment.

Seeing the dangerous glint in his eyes, Old Ham opened his mouth dryly, and was about to be kindly reminded of the emptiness.

There was a commotion among the mercenaries, and a faint sound of steel armor came from afar, and it approached unhurriedly, attracting all their attention.

Thunder Lot, a foodie, wore a full-covered green steel armor in such weather, and the whole mechanical fortress walked over from afar. The style of the armor didn't seem to fit particularly well, and the hat on his head shrugged down from time to time, obscuring his vision in front of him, making him need to scramble to re-support him every time.

It looked like a waste of waste, and every move was so funny that the entire mercenary team burst into laughter.

Vivian, who was excited, followed him like a small tail, covering her chest with her hands, and coaxed with little stars in her eyes.

"Master, you are so handsome!"

"That's it!"

Lei Wente shook his head proudly, but the loose helmet spun directly, covering his face tightly, and as a result, this foreign-looking goods directly hit the flagpole on the side of the playground with his head, and fell on all fours, and the armor on his body made a crisp bang, and the whole thing fell down, revealing the body wrapped in tight pig iron intimate armor.

How much did he wear...

This question rang in the minds of every mercenary.

"From this day forward, I will be your captain! Please advise! ”

Touching his head, Lei Wente, who finally stood on the leader's platform, said honestly, bowing to the people below while lowering his eyebrows, as if he was a little soldier.

“。。。。”

"Go back! This is not the place where waste should be! ”

"Not weaned yet, boy!"

"Let the uncle teach you what the cruelty of the world is!"

“。。。”

After a few seconds of silence, there was a loud taunt in the crowd.

Before Thunder could react, Vivien on the side rushed up first, blushing and shouting at the crowd below.

"You're all badass! A master is not a waste! He's amazing! ”

Unbeknownst to him, this kind of behavior has brought more hatred to Reventra, Vivien, whose status is no different from that of a goddess in the Split Heaven, has always been the object of admiration and fantasy of all mercenaries of the same age, and today it is the first time that she has helped a man so explicitly, this damn Second Ancestor!

Suddenly, the noise of the crowd became even more chaotic.

In the noisy sound flow, Lei Wente sweated profusely and squeezed up from behind, pushed aside Vivien in front, and said in a panic.

"This... This is the arrangement of the head of the regiment! Don't you listen to orders? ”

"Shut up! Even the regimental commander can't force us to do what we don't want to do, to be our head, unless you can convince us in strength! ”

Gnar stepped forward from the crowd and stood at the front of the line, looking at Revent with disdain in his eyes, and his tone was clear mockery. Whether it is in terms of body shape, action, or temperament, the fat man in front of him is simply an authentic rookie, looking at Vivien, who is anxiously defending him, Gna is even more convinced of his guess, but he is just a waste who came up by currying favor with the daughter of the head of the regiment, and he wants to turn over some storms.

His opinion was clearly representative of all mercenaries, and he quickly became the face of everyone, and Gna glanced around triumphantly.

"That... Are you not convinced? ”

Lei Wente touched the sweat on his head and said cautiously.

Don't you know that this look made Gnar even more disdainful, and raised his eyebrows, he looked up at the sky with disdain, and his voice seemed to be humming out of his nostrils.

"Not bad! Unless you can beat me! ”

Who knew that Revent no longer paid attention to him, but jumped off the leader's stage at once, and asked the crowd honestly.

"You guys... Anyone else who is not convinced will stand up! I.. I'll fight you! ”

His arrogant remarks, combined with his incompetent expression, instantly ignited the anger of all the mercenaries. After a commotion, the five mercenaries in front of the force ranking were then elected.

Everyone tacitly let go of the open space in the middle, and even Vivien, who was like an angry little wild cat, was silently stopped back by several mercenaries.

They just want to teach this waste a lesson that doesn't know how thick the sky is. Only Ham, who knew the roots, said something in a cold sweat on the side, but in the blink of an eye, he was drowned in the noise of the crowd.

Crazy and unlucky times seem to be about to begin, and I hope I'm thinking too much. Ham's silent prayer.