Milor took out a javelin and played with it in his hand. He felt that it was an Amazon-exclusive weapon. The length and weight were just right, making it very handy. It made her reluctant to let go for a long time.
It is common to have such a reaction when you get a good and handy weapon.
Mo Bei, on the other hand, was looking at an ordinary piece of paper with a satisfied expression on his face.
Grab, grab, grab. He found the two girls looking at him, so he resisted the urge to smell the paper, put it away, pretended to stretch, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.
Milor pursed his lips and smiled, sighing in his heart that the world is really wonderful. She remembered that during the training camp, Mo Bei always avoided Akali for fear of being assigned to the same group for sparring.
Looking at his appearance now, it was obvious that he was quite poisoned.
As the captain, he is really a person full of doubts. . .
Although she was surprised by Mo Bei's various abilities, she rarely had the idea of exploring them and always trusted her captain unreservedly.
Just because the other party had used his own flesh and blood as a shield countless times to block the attacks on her and Perona, and never hesitated.
She is a clever and considerate girl, but her mind is extremely simple. She once only hoped to become a member of the patrol team and a member of the Chief Guard Rogge Camp and the surrounding villages. She never thought that she could To have come so far and be part of such a major event.
Although she didn't help much, she was still willing to follow Mo Bei around. In her opinion, perhaps this kind of following will one day have to stop due to the limitations of her own strength. . . .
Mo Bei took a shower and lay on the bed, feeling that every joint in his body gradually relaxed, and he even had the illusion of sinking into the mattress and pillows.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and took out the note again.
At this time, only the few words in the neat handwriting were left on the note, while the other half had been cut off and disappeared. . . .
"October... there is still more than a month left, I should be able to come back..."
Mo Bei murmured, then held the palm-sized note and fell asleep peacefully.
At this time, in Jie Hain's side hall, more than a dozen people were discussing one proposal after another all night long, constantly improving the work plan for receiving and settling the bandits.
Among these people, a few were particularly excited and seemed to be fully prepared. It didn't take much time to propose and modify various plans based on the actual situation reported by Mo Bei.
They knew very well that the king allowed them to have their current status and a life of food and clothing just for this day. And this day came much earlier than they expected. They couldn't help but secretly feel happy that they hadn't had an idle meal in the past few years, and they had finally handed over an answer sheet that satisfied Jie Hain.
The next day, Lugaoyin residents and career changers who got up early found many announcements both inside and outside the city. The contents were concise and to the point. Some of the current construction work was temporarily suspended. All the previously recruited laborers began to build ordinary buildings in all villages. housing, and called on villagers in all villages to cooperate fully.
The craftsmen were very happy. They found that not only had their wages increased a lot, but they were also doing work that they were more familiar with. They were all going to have a good meal today, and then use their special skills to do a great job.
Normally, you wouldn't get such a good job. You can get 40 gold coins by building a two-bedroom farmhouse that meets the quality requirements. However, a skilled team of five people can complete it in almost two days, and they can work hard for a month. My wife already has it all!
Such a generous salary is naturally intended to dilute their dislike for the bandits who are about to return. Although conflicts and estrangements will not be completely eliminated, for the sake of gold coins, some prejudices simply based on rumors will become irrelevant. This may be a good start.
The businessmen were speculating about what kind of business opportunities would arise and talking about it.
昘戅久Read 9duXs.com戅. The pair of blacksmith brothers that Mo Bei reminded yesterday, after seeing the announcement, even if their heads were filled with hammers, they realized something and silently posted information about recycling materials and recruitment outside the blacksmith shop.
The initiator of this series of changes had already left Lugaoyin City at sunrise and was heading towards the distant oasis.
Also accompanying him were nearly half of the members of the Mages Guild, as well as hundreds of guards and job transferees, who were responsible for guarding and assisting in the construction of the teleportation station.
Traveling day and night like this is really tiring and boring. If you encounter monsters along the way, you can basically just get rid of them. Even if you encounter them head-on, they won't be enough for one person. Slowly, everyone moved their legs mechanically, staring at the endless sea of sand in front of them.
Xi Xi. Jiudu Novel 9duxs.com Xi Xi. Mo Bei was even more impatient because he had been traveling like this for the past month, and he was worried about long nights and dreams, and changes in Luokan or other ethnic groups. After all, there is still a wizard who is here to stir things up. Scratching everywhere.
Therefore, he seemed very silent along the way. Except for a simple attack on everyone in the group at the beginning, he basically stayed at the front of the team without saying a word.
Seeing this in the eyes of some fellow guards and job transferees, they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.
So aloof? Why don't you even want to talk to us? Isn't it just that the level of the vitality halo is higher? Why are you pretending? .
When passing by Mabul's group, Mo Bei wanted to tell them to be prepared before heading to the location of the Luokan group.
As a result, before he could open his mouth, he was surrounded by all the bandits. The bosses and elders kept arguing with each other, and they all looked sultry.
The guards and career changers behind them originally looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, but now they were all in disarray.
This kid is a bandit leader!
Boss Graz is not kind. . . Don’t even tell them this!
But how did this kid become the leader of the bandits at such a young age? . .
Could it be that it is still passed down from ancestors?
The second generation of bandits? .
"Don't argue, don't argue! My head hurts. Warner, tell me." Mo Bei held his forehead and waved his hand irritably, then pointed at a captain whose name he could barely remember and asked about their tribe's preparations.
Grab, grab, grab. He thought to himself that everyone was gathering in the camp. Didn't they have a mission arranged before? .
Although the situation has changed now, he can't help but feel a little angry when he thinks that these guys are still helping him with such an important matter.
Seeing that his tone was not kind, all the bandits immediately fell silent. I originally wanted to take credit, but now I'm afraid that if one person doesn't respond well, everyone will be punished.
The captain named by Mo Bei was still the barbarian who received a blessing hammer on his crotch. Seeing that the stubble on his face was still strong, there should be no sequelae. He took a step forward nervously, pointed at the crowd outside and said:
"No... Boss, they are from another tribe. The village is to the north of us. Their tribe has also been persuaded by us and wants to move back with us and come under the command of the boss."
Mo Bei was speechless for a while, just move if you want to move, what are you doing under my command? . Are you trying to trick me so you can inherit my sledgehammer?
Xixi Zhuiyo Literature zhuiyo.com Xixi. Looking back, the crowd slowly divided into two distinct groups. There were seventy or eighty people on one side, which was the other ethnic group that Whannell said. It seemed that I had indeed misunderstood these guys, and it was also my fault that I had no impression of their faces.
But looking at the expressions of the large group of people, and the stubborn little eyes, it doesn't look like they are here to defect. .
At this time, these people were also murmuring in their hearts, where is the invincible boss who promised to defeat their entire group? Why does this young man with a hairless mouth look so different? . .
Seeing Mo Beitou looking at him, someone from the crowd stood up and said:
"Since we happen to meet here, we, we hope to see your strength."
After hearing this, Whannell and others retreated to a distance, all looking like they were waiting for a good show.
"Tsk..." Mo Bei smacked his teeth and ignored them, as long as these people were willing to move.
The pursuit of literature is the pursuit of literature. However, looking at the suspicious looks on their faces, the young people's vanity and competitiveness were aroused again, and there were so many people watching around them. . .
After thinking about it, he decided not to hit anyone yet, and directly deployed his concentration aura to cover those on the opposite side.
The huge increase in damage immediately caught their attention, and they were all shocked, but they soon returned to normal. But then, they found that their defense power suddenly increased sharply. As they looked at each other, a bone-chilling air of ice hit them, causing them to stiffen and retreat with difficulty, preparing to deal with the next attack.
Mo Bei, however, remained motionless and switched to the purifying aura, instantly restoring their health points damaged by the sacred ice. Then he opened his mouth and asked:
"How does it feel?"
"... Very strong... I apologize for being rude before. We, we are willing to follow!" Ellison and others recovered from their surprise. The intensity of these auras can be said to be They had only met each other in their lifetime, which was enough to prove that what Whannell and the others said was true.
Those who had previously planned Mo Bei as the second-generation gangster were confused on the spot, with question marks on their faces.
What are you doing?
Does the tiger's body tremble to exude the aura of king and domineering?
