The shield armor warrior and the elemental swordsman were already hit by several arrows, and his flesh was rolled up. Some were burned to black, and some were frozen by the ice.

The cockscomb kneeled on the ground with a bang: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat. Young man, please spare my life. I am willing to redeem all my things." The tattooed man was covered in blood and could not see the exaggerated tattooed tiger on his body. He knelt down, and was so scared that he didn't speak. He knocked his head to the ground one after another, making a thud.

Roland looked at the Ranger. This matter started from him, and naturally the life and death of these two people was decided by him.

Caen shook his head slightly, his young face showed no sympathy. He pulled the big bow away, and under the horrified eyes of the two, he quickly nailed the two to the ground with two arrows.

The cockscomb head hummed twice, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and gradually disappeared. He fell to the ground, his helmet rolled to the side, and the fiery red cockscomb head stood brightly, contrasting with the blood all over the ground, which was particularly dazzling.

Roland couldn't bear to look directly, so he turned his head slightly and turned his eyes to the distance. At dusk, the sun was getting darker, and the tumultuous sea of ​​fiery red clouds was like blood. Roland's eyes were filled with the flowing blood.

"Why? Can't you bear to kill them?" Caen searched the things the two of them carried with them, but no useful things were found. He saw Roland standing blankly and walked over.

"No." Roland shook his head gently, and he knew in his heart that in the dark mountains or the entire Ethivan Great 6, it was so cruel, either you died or I died. Be kind to the enemy, that was cruel to himself. "It's just that I seldom kill people, nor do I love to kill people. Seeing two living lives die like this, even if I know they deserve to die, I still feel a little uncomfortable."

Caen nodded, he understood what Rolander meant. He thought that when he killed someone for the first time, he couldn't help but vomited, and his hands trembled slightly when he killed someone for a long time. Rolander's performance was pretty good.

He patted Roland on the shoulder, "The most eternal law of this Big 6 is the prey of the weak. If you want to avoid being killed by others, you must learn to kill people. If you are as talented as you can, you will definitely become a strong man who dominates the world in the future. The road to a strong man is made of bones, so you must adapt early."

Roland was silent and did not respond. He had the idea of ​​becoming a strong man, but those who were too far away from him after all, and the killings along the way were not what he wanted to face. At this time, he was a little dazed and remembered that the earth he had lived in was coming. Although the level was so strict, it was peaceful and stable that it would be difficult to encounter killing in his entire life.

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As the weather got late, Roland and Caen rushed outside the magic ruins. In two days, adventurers who continued to arrive had formed a small camp there. More than three mercenary groups were camped, and more scattered squads trying to get benefits from the ruins also attached to the three mercenary groups to build tents.

When Roland and the others walked into the camp, no one stopped them. The three mercenary groups expressed silence about the scattered squad's approach to relying on them to camp. The scattered adventurers wanted to rely on them to get benefits, but they also wanted to use the scattered mercenary groups to attract danger and reduce their casualties.

As the night became darker, Roland took out the tent, set up magic on defense, and slowly went to sleep. Soon, bonfires in the camp gradually faded out and gradually fell into darkness. Only a large tent in the middle was brightly lit, and several black shadows were back and forth, not knowing what they were doing.

The next day, the morning light shone on the barrier of the ruins, putting a layer of golden light on the ruins. Roland and Caen had just had breakfast when they were notified that the three mercenary groups would gather everyone to discuss and explore the magic ruins.

Caen sneered: "Do you finally know that you will unite? It's been two days since then. No matter how slow the silver-level powerful men in Fengyuzhe Town reacted, they should be on the way to arrive. They fought so lively the previous two days, and then they remembered to unite."

When Roland and the others walked out of the camp, the crowds in the camp had gathered together, bustling with each other, about two or three hundred people.

At the front, three mercenary groups stood clearly, surrounded by three people. One was carrying a big sword with both hands: one was wearing heavy armor, and the tower shield was added: the other was wearing light armor and holding a short sword in both hands, which was clearly an assassin.

The Great Sword Warrior clapped his hands, and the noisy crowd gradually calmed down.

He sang to the crowd: "Brothers, whether you know each other or not, let the three of us introduce ourselves first. I am Andre, the leader of the Fengxing Mercenary Group."

The shield armor warrior's face remained unchanged and said lightly: "Sus, the leader of the Liehu Mercenary Corps."

But the assassin smiled and bowed: "I believe that the brothers in Fengyu Town all know me, Monroe, the leader of the Remnant Blade Mercenary Corps."

Roland and Caen listened quietly behind him. An adventurer next to him might not be able to stand it and snorted gently: "What's the point of pretending? If it weren't for Sha Polang, the two mercenary groups of Tianma had not arrived yet, so there was no place for them to talk."

The friend next to him touched him: "Shut up, they heard it, you're feeling good."

Andre didn't care about the whispers below and said to himself: "Everyone has also seen that the barrier of this magic ruin has reached the strength of a low-grade silver grade. Everyone present, no matter who it is, cannot break it independently."

"The leader of our three major mercenary groups discussed and we planned to work together to break the barrier and let everyone go in. We search for the ruins together."

"But if we brothers only work hard, you are only responsible for getting benefits from the future. I believe you don't believe that there will be such a cheap good thing. Everyone is from the same town, and we don't want to hurt the harmony. In this way, you only need to hand in an item or gold coin equivalent to a first-level weapon to go in and explore the treasure. No matter what you get inside, it's yours. How about it?"

Before Andre finished speaking, there was a hustle and bustle below. An adventurer was anxious and said: "Why! This magic ruin is revealed by everyone, and the person who sees it has a share. Why do we have to hand over the things before we can enter!"

Assassin Monroe turned his eyes to the adventurer who was talking and said with a smile: "So, don't you want to hand over it?"

The adventurer was so heartbroken by Monroe that he quickly lowered his head and did not dare to answer. The person next to him quickly stood up and smiled and said, "Boss Monroe, don't worry about him. Everyone can only enter the magic ruins after accepting the love of the three bosses. It is appropriate for each person to have a first-level item."

As he said that, he pulled out five gold coins from his backpack, nodded and bowed: "Boss Monroe, look, I didn't bring anything, five gold coins are almost the same."

The market price of an ordinary first-level weapon is five gold coins. Monroe signaled his subordinates to take the gold coins, nodded, and stopped talking. His face returned to a smile.
Chapter completed!