While the entire mercenary group was cheering for Savan's heroic deeds, the head of the group, Hortz, felt sincere curiosity and suspicion about this young man of unknown origin. In an environment where the ancient tomb is filled with water, it is impossible for even a person with excellent water nature to hold on for such a long time, how many secrets is hidden in this young man? Hots stood outside the crowd and calmly looked at Samhain, who was surrounded by everyone, although he did not know the details of Samin, but Hortz still sincerely believed that this teenager was a worthy object to cultivate, as long as he trained a little, he would definitely become a capable leader.

At this time, Larry leaned over and said, "Commander, we can't delay too long, don't forget that there are other mercenary groups." ”

Hotts nodded, even if Larry didn't remind him that he was ready to tell everyone to get ready to go on the road, getting the Sun King's headband can be said to be only half of the task, and the other half must bring the headband back to the mercenary guild in Valency City for registration, so as to complete the mission. At present, Hortz has learned that at least two mercenary groups have arrived nearby, and presumably there will be a lot of trouble on the way back.

Hortz and Larry ordered everyone to pack up their things at once, and the whole group was to leave overnight. Larry ordered the captured goblin to be brought and asked to lead the way to the mercenary group, promising to release him as soon as he left the Red Earth Mountain. The goblins didn't have a position, as long as they could keep him alive, they could do anything, and in order to get him to lead the way, Larry gave him a few gold coins. The goblin looked very happy to have the gold coin, and he chirped happily, meaning to tell everyone to hurry up. This group of goblins has been bandits in the Red Earth Mountains for a long time, and they are extremely familiar with the roads in the mountains, and they can bypass the usual roads and leave the Red Earth Mountains from hidden paths.

By daybreak, the White Griffin Mercenaries were approaching the base of the mountain, and it wouldn't be long before they could meet up with the camp guards and set out on their way back. After several days of rushing and a whole night's hard work, the whole regiment is now sleepy and tired, and they can doze off while walking. Hortz saw the situation in his eyes, and he knew that everyone was working hard, but now was the most dangerous time, and they could not be safe as long as they did not return to Valency City. According to the rules of the Mercenary Guild, as long as someone registers a task and completes it, others are not allowed to snatch it again, otherwise it will be regarded as a challenge to the entire Mercenary Guild, and any mercenary group can hunt down the violators.

But as long as the task is not registered, then anyone can take action to snatch it, and the mercenary guild doesn't care about this situation, and it can't control it. Therefore, the only way to register is to bring the Sun King's headband back to the nearest mercenary guild, otherwise they will not be safe, and other mercenary groups will likely block it on the way. However, no one knows that the headband is in the hands of the White Gryphon Mercenary Regiment, and this time difference may be able to get rid of other competitors, and Hortz intends to use this to bring the team back safely, so they must not stop and rest now.

Hortz ordered everyone to cheer up, as long as they returned to the camp to rest, under this temptation everyone's spirits were a little more lifted, Hortz nodded with satisfaction, as long as they returned to the camp first, the situation would improve.

Hortz was thinking about the journey back when he suddenly heard a rough voice coming from ahead, "Brother Hortz, stop, your journey ends here!"

Hortz was shocked: "The most feared thing has happened!"

Hotz looked to the end of the path and saw a tall, burly bald man standing on the road, holding a huge straight knife in his right hand and a tower shield in his left hand, covered in black leather armor, with a contemptuous smile on his lips. This image Hortz is very familiar, the two sides have dealt with each other more than once, it can be regarded as an old acquaintance, Hortz felt a headache when he saw this person.

"Schwartz, what are you doing here?" Hortz asked knowingly, "Black Tiger Schwartz" is the nickname of this big man, and he can be regarded as the No. 1 fierce man in the southwest region, but the person who really gave Hortz a headache was not him, but his boss "Red Scorpion" Lyanna.

"Red Scorpion" Lyanna and Hortz have a long history, the two also served in the same mercenary group, and later the two of them formed their own independent groups, both of which are active in the southwest, it can be said that the two are not only very familiar, but also the relationship between the two is also unclear, which has been widely spread among the mercenary groups. Red Scorpion is not only Lyanna's nickname, but also the name of her mercenary group, although she and Hortz are both famous figures among mercenaries, and the two mercenary groups were established at a very similar time, but the business conditions of the two are very different. In recent years, the Red Scorpion Mercenary Group has developed rapidly, and it is already one of the larger mercenary groups in the southwest, and Hotts doesn't know what kind of bad luck has fallen, and has been unlucky in recent years, not only is the scale not as large as the Red Scorpion Mercenary Group, but the money earned is dwarfed, so Hortz has been squeezed by the Red Scorpion Mercenary Group, and even Lyanna's deputy Schwartz is becoming more and more arrogant, thinking about Hottz is angry. Today is even more unlucky, if you meet someone who is not good, you will encounter the Red Scorpion Mercenary Group, and this time there will be a big fight.

"Schwartz, tell your regimental commander to come out, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Hortz snorted.

"Brother Hortz, isn't our head right behind you?" Schwartz sneered.

Hotts and the others looked back, and sure enough, it had been truncated later, led by a woman with red hair and a bewitching figure, no need to ask if this was the "red scorpion" Lyanna.

"What do you mean, Lyanna, are you going to do something with me?" asked Hortz angrily as he came to Lyanna.

"Hotts, don't be so careful, do we still need to see each other like this?" Lyanna is worthy of being a woman known as a femme fatale, her gestures are full of charm, a group of men of the White Griffin Mercenary Regiment are drooling when they see it, and Savan, a person who has never seen the world, is dumbfounded, it turns out that women can still be like this.

Hotts has known Lyanna for not a day or two, and has long been immune to her skills, Hotts said with a gloomy face: "What do you want?"

Lyanna saw that Hots's temper was particularly irritable today, so she stopped beating around the bush and said directly: "Can we discuss, you can give me the headband, the price is negotiable." ”

"Why? If I make a high price, you won't get it back even if you take the headband, what is your real purpose?" asked Hortz, staring into Lyanna's eyes.

Lyanna said with a somewhat evasive look: "You don't have to ask the specific reason, in short, you will never suffer in terms of price, what do you think? Aren't you doing this job just to make money?"

Hortz was almost about to agree, it is true that he is very short of money now, and he has not been paid for a few months, and the people below do not say anything on the surface, but there must be complaints behind it, but Hortz immediately dispelled this idea when he thought of Lyanna's style of doing things in the past. "This witch must have other purposes, and you have to be careful when dealing with her. Hortz said to himself.

"I refuse, I won't give you the headband. Hortz said with a cold face.

"Are you really so faceless?" Lyanna's eyebrows were raised, and there was already a threat in her tone.

The last thing Hortz is afraid of is that others threaten him, and when he saw that Lyanna was going to turn his face, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he didn't agree to her. Seeing that Hotz didn't mean to discuss at all, Lyanna sank her face and said fiercely: "Well, since you don't give face so much, then you have to be sorry......"

"Come on, just do it!" said Hotts, drawing his sword.

"Toast and don't eat and drink!" Lyanna also moved the real fire, and with a wave of her right hand, a slender black shadow was drawn towards Hortz.

Lyanna's whip Hortz knew it was powerful a long time ago, and he had already taken precautions against it, as soon as Lyanna's hand moved, Hortz immediately pounced on Lyanna, to dodge her whip, the best way was to attack closely, only to see Hotts burst in front of Lyanna at once, and raised his hand to punch him.

Lyanna's movements were also very fast, and as soon as Hortz's fist hit, she had already dodged sideways, and at the same time gave Hotts a kick. Hortz didn't have time to dodge and took a solid kick, but he also grabbed Lyanna's ankle and tucked her calf under her armpit. Hotz grabbed Lyanna's leg and spun it around, throwing Lyanna out at once, and Lyanna in mid-air quickly adjusted her posture, and fell to the ground lightly, without being hit at all.

This series of actions of the two was completed in the blink of an eye, and everyone was dazzled, and they couldn't help but admire in their hearts, these two people are really chess opponents, no wonder people can form a mercenary group independently, and they can't get mixed today without outstanding skills.

As soon as Lyanna landed, she scolded angrily: "What are you doing in a daze!

As soon as everyone in the Red Scorpion Mercenary Group heard the leader's words, they immediately shouted and pounced on Hots and the others with their weapons. The people of the White Griffin Mercenary Regiment are not vegetarians, and when they saw that the other party was attacking, they also raised their weapons to meet them.