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Chapter 70: 0070: Good people

Into the dark passage.

The babbling iron bars closed behind them.

Freedom and hope were isolated, and coldness and depression came to the face.

Those who greeted them were two [Dungeon Guards] with indifferent expressions, with strange braids and tattoos all over their bare muscles.

"I thought I'd see Stephen."

The guard didn't answer.

He just reminded Ken to pay attention to safety, and he led the way without saying a word. As a mercenary of Baiwujia, he didn't want to disclose, let alone guess the leader's whereabouts.

The wind blowing from the end of the dark passage was full of stench.

Iron candlesticks were nailed to the walls every few steps at heights out of the reach of the prisoners.

It has been in disrepair for a long time, almost all of them are crooked, and there are occasional defects. The mottled stone bricks are stained with blood, and the intermittent firelight illuminates the empty corridor.

"Well, it's really impossible for Stephen to come to this kind of place."

Ken walked in the middle of the line.

The buildings dug out of the mountain were not level, food scraps and excrement flowed freely in the gaps, the cells were tightly cut into the stone crevices, and the strange-shaped fences separated them.

"Will prisoners of war be locked up in this kind of place? The size of the room is random, it all depends on the mood and luck of the employer."

"It also depends on strength."

The guard replied.

He punched the room next to him, and the prisoner inside stretched out his bloody and fingernailed palm to fight back, and the roar revealed his orc blood.

"Look, kill your roommate and you can have a single room."

The black-skinned maid came up and raised her head. When she was about to speak, the two guards turned their heads and shut up tactfully.

"Guys who can trade meat seeds are basically unable to get on the stage, and the supervision conditions are very poor. Mr. Stephen is already looking for professionals, and Baiwujia will take over here."

The black-skinned maid narrated lightly.

Of course, these words were all instructed by her blood master.

Stephen judged from the behavior of rescuing the orphan and treating the blacksmith well-Ken is a very emotional person.

The slave trade is very gloomy, and some... not very kind scenes may affect the friendship between the two parties, so I specifically asked my subordinates to explain a few more words.

"War is inevitable in the North."

The black-skinned maid relayed the story without emotion.

"If the captives can be traded, more lives can be saved. There is only so much we can do."

Ken smiled back and showed no discomfort.

He has seen corpses and blood, and he knows that this kind of guy who can survive the war and even retain his fighting power is definitely not easy.

Picking and picking among the thugs was the purpose of my trip.

No way, lack of people.

"The Baiwujia will provide services for the guests," the black-skinned maid raised a lantern with a cool flame. "The slaves below are very dangerous. There is one who can draw power from the light source and use it instead for lighting. Please come with me."

At the end of the corridor is a spiral staircase.

There are chutes on the wall. When the slaves are transported, they don't need to be unbound along the way. Even if they knock down the defense, the key to unlock the chain will be at the top.

The black-skinned maid holds a lantern.

"The captives came from various wars, and we screened out the 'good people' among them. Most of them were poor people with miserable fates, survivors of massacred villages, and northern warriors who fought to exhaustion..."

They descended the dark circular stone steps.

The permafrost of Palotusbi has been dug through, and it is not known which era the site was, and what it was used for before it became a prison.

The team seemed to be walking into the deep sea.

"According to your request, the antidote has been fed, and the spell has been completely eliminated."

The black-skinned maid handed over a bunch of keys: "You can choose as you like, if you get out of control, I will take you out of here."

The burly guard stood at the end of the steps.

They acted as the background silently, without rebuttal, and there were no objections on their faces.

Ken took the rattling copper key, watched the black-skinned maid bow her head and backed away, and couldn't help guessing her strength.

The lantern landed on the pedestal.

Complicated totems lighted up on the soles of the feet and the top of the head at the same time, the sound of chains came from the surrounding fences, and the prisoners gathered together in the honeycomb-shaped single room.

Ken walked around the field.

The key was rattling at the waist, and the fence was very thick. It was hard to tell whether it was steel or animal bone, and it was difficult to break it with bare hands.

The eyes in the shadows are the good people that the black-skinned maid said.

[The captives in the cage are watching you, you can easily recruit them, but their loyalty is not high, and the style of the team will be affected. 】

The employer's tour is coming to an end.

Finally, what Ken expected happened. When passing by a diamond-shaped cage, the prisoner inside stretched out his hand to his waist.

He held down the attacker casually.

The totem of the frost bear was tattooed on this arm, and the five dirty fingers were trembling with pain. Even so, its owner was still exerting force, his muscles trying to break through the defense, and wanting to touch the copper-handled key in front of him.

Ken secretly praised from the bottom of his heart—very good, and still yearns for freedom.

The team is about to embark on a journey, and there is no time to appease the demoralized walking dead.

Ken was deeply impressed by the experience of the permafrost waterfall.

At that time, the dead dwarf recovered his body and appeared around him in an instant.

So Ken later used a lot of experience points to improve the entry of [Agility], among which the data of [Perception] and [Reaction] were extremely high. With this group of hungry and cold prisoners, it was impossible to sneak attack him.

Stephen and the black-skinned maid underestimated his growth rate.

The series of missions are completed, and a lot of experience points have been settled. The legendary weapon is of great significance. In addition to the fixed skills, the spirit craftsman has blessed it and obtained other passives.

[Benefit: Ancient Memory]

[Effect: The muscles will remember the long-lost combat skills, and the proficiency of two-handed weapons will increase by 25%. 】

This includes the technique of close range sacking.

"Do you have the patience for that?"

Ken exerted a little force, and the pitch-black gloves made a cracking sound, like a brutal and ruthless character.

In the north, without strength, kindness will be cast aside.

There was a painful groan from the cage, and the other hand came out, as fast as lightning, and the thin piece of iron poked straight at Ken's eye socket.

He flashed calmly, and the black armor leaned on the outstretched arm, breaking it easily.

"Yes, freedom will not fall from the sky, you still have the courage to resist."

Ken praised, but reached out and grabbed the neck in the shadow, pulling him closer, and pressed him against the gap in the fence.

"Fuss..."

A warrior of a small tribe in the north.

He had shaved half of his hair, covered it with dark tattoos, and stared at Ken with bloodshot eyes.

"Fuss, furs."

He gritted his teeth, didn't cry out the pain, didn't beg for mercy.

Blood foam and saliva sprayed out from between the teeth with the rapid breathing, and stained the gray fence.

"You know, even if you are in your prime, I can easily kill you."

The strength in Ken's hand was neither light nor heavy.

Surrounding him are fierce prisoners of war in the northern border. If you don't show your strength and means, you will definitely not be able to suppress them.

Time is running out, and the cultivation of loyalty must start now.

　There will be another chapter after 12 o'clock. I have written a lot in the past two days, and I will post it slowly later. Now I am changing the text while watching the game.Ah Xi, GALA is so handsome!
　　
　
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