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Chapter 73 0073: Heila, Arthur
"Strange combination, huh."

Ken sat on the steps and complained about his team. As the leader, he shook his head self-deprecatingly, and there were a few echoing and unskilled laughter from the corner.

"Prisoners? No. Your new identity is 'Heila', don't be proud, you have to remember that you are the most vicious knife of Santon Kaya, and you must use it to resist the most maddened enemy."

【拉】In the Uma language, it is a shape that describes the rising flame.

The Painted Ice Apostle is ruthless ice, a lunatic who pursues death, ice can penetrate flames, and will be burned and melted by the will of revenge!

[Successfully formed the first formation, named "Heila", please invest appropriate resources for training. 】

[Leader: Ken Bouvier]

【Team size: 10】

The front of the stairs was full of Heila with heraldry on them, and everyone was extraordinary: a good fisherman, a brave warrior, a strong giant, a crooked beast tamer...

Ken saw guys from tribes big and small, and from different professions.

They have experienced a rough fate, no matter in terms of temperament or strength, they cannot be compared with ordinary soldiers. Forming a small team alone is indeed the best choice.

If [Wolf Rider] they are step-by-step, slowly polishing steel swords.

That Heila is a semi-finished product grown savagely, and it is a demon sword that wins by surprise.

While waiting, Ken couldn't help but look into the depths of the dungeon.

There are still circular steps there, which can go down deeper into the ground. The entrance is half blocked by stone bricks, and there seem to be blood-stained secret art formations on the scattered wreckage.

He can imagine:
The builders were terrified and frantically trying to block the building, as if afraid of something climbing up.

【You stare at the end of the dungeon, the inside is dark and lifeless. 】

"Sorry, it's too dangerous inside, and I haven't even finished exploring the hundred objects shelf."

The black-skinned maid reminded appropriately.

She bowed and pointed to the ancient lantern on the table, as if to imply that the guy who could draw power from the flame lived below.

Ken nodded, and put away his adventurous thoughts.

Selina once said that the wave of undead is coming, and she must return to Thornton Kaya as soon as possible.

……

For a long time in the past, the lantern illuminated the revolving stone staircase.

First came the maid with soft and delicate footsteps, followed by Ken. Behind him, there were dense shadows, and Heila followed slowly, coming out of the silent and dark prison.

Crowds pass through the passage.

The captives on both sides stared blankly at the team. The emotions in their eyes were quite complicated. The poison made most people feel ashamed, and the spells controlled the emotions of the prisoners all the time.

"Go on, don't be affected."

Ken didn't budge.

He has his own concept of good and evil and code of conduct.

Neither emotional enough to sympathize with everyone, nor absolutely ruthless.

Heila tried their best not to look at those eyes of resentment, jealousy, and despair. They bowed their heads and walked forward, feeling the sting of the new coat of arms.

The guards are responsible for leading the way, and they have to go through other secret passages in Baiwujia.

"If you leave here, you can reach the back of the village as soon as possible. Your residence is quite busy recently. Be careful on the road. In addition, please allow me to convey Mr. Stephen's blessings."

The black-skinned maid bowed her legs and performed the etiquette of the southern border countries.

"Goodbye, Mr. Ken, looking forward to meeting next time."

The guards stood still on the left and right sides, and at the same time inserted the special key into the card slot, and the door of the secret passage was completely opened.

Ken returned his compliments and stepped forward first.

After everyone entered and the door was locked behind him, he carefully looked around: the solid square bricks made of sandstone, and the loose wall was worrying, for fear that it would fall on his head along with the dust.

"Well, boss, I want something."

The human figure could not be seen clearly in the dark passage, but only giants could make such an awkward voice.

"Say."

"Give me the weapon, and I'll grab something and return it to you. The tradition of Cullen Bona is a thick stick with copper, but I don't ask for much, and a guy that is heavy enough will do."

"listen,"

Ken turned and punched him in the gut in the dim light.

"If you dare to rob casually, I promise, you don't even have a stone!"

The Heila blinked and felt something fall down beside them, followed by a faint cry of pain.

"To work, you need something."

The spear leader said indifferently: "With weapons, we can kill and protect people."

Ken remembered that his name seemed to be [Mon].

"If there is contribution, there will be resources. The employer will not be stingy, but now, in our capacity, are we really qualified to ask for so much?"

A fourth voice came from the dark passage.

Ken opened his gray vision and found that it was the warrior who believed in Winter Mother who was speaking.

Meng clenched his small iron piece tightly, took a deep breath of the dusty air, and completely concealed his movements, as if disappearing out of thin air.

He stared at the opponent's neck like a beast, as if he was about to shoot at any time.

"Try it."

Ken sternly warned.

Most of the people in the secret passage did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

They don't have gray horizons, and only a few know exactly what's going on.

"arrive."

As Ken said, he turned a hidden corner and walked out from the field ridge that had been abandoned for many years in Duwa Village.

The morning light was gentle and misty, the earliest caravan had just set off, and the laborers near the waterwheel were just getting ready to work.

Time flies.

After Ken left the deep forging valley in Marengu, he followed Selena to the shelf of objects and stayed in the dungeon for another whole night.

It is already the next morning, and the guy who wants to compete for [Dawn and Dusk] may appear at any time.

"It's about time, too," he said. "Come on, let's get out of here."

The long-term captivity made Heila not quite used to the sun. Many of them leaned over to grab the snow, and used the cold to suppress the pain in their foreheads and eyes.

"Who is he?"

The beast trainer was the oldest, but he was the first to recover. He pointed to the distance and asked in a low voice.

Ken looked through the mist from the [Whispering Forest] and saw a huge raised cargo box on the side of the road. In the cold north wind, there was someone sitting next to it, as if waiting.

[Character: Arthur]

[Identity: War Blacksmith]

[The warmer of the fire, a craftsman with outstanding talent, talent and perseverance. 】

Ken and Hela walked over.

Arthur stood up in silence. He was completely different from yesterday morning. His eyes had been rid of impetuousness, and he seemed to be able to focus on an object, a ray of flame at any time.

"In just one day, it's like a new life?"

Ken noticed the bandages on Arthur's arms and neck, and his skin tone had dropped two degrees overall.

"The wound should be very painful. I'm sorry, the situation is urgent. You have to make a decision now whether to leave or stay. I won't force you. If..."

"Well, let's go."

Arthur interrupted Ken.

He declined the giant's help, and carried the bulky package on his back. There was neither pain nor complaints on his face, and his mental state seemed to be a little bit wrong.

[Recruiting followers, a legendary craftsman, will help you a lot in your development. 】

(End of this chapter)