Chapter 369 Dante's Great Sword

Selling swords?

Tyre's brain was chaotic, wrapped in a blanket, and he just recovered some spirit. He felt like he had just been picked up from the ice water.

Selling swords...

what is that?

He looked at the smug fast rope.

At this moment, a loud and powerful female voice came from behind Tels: "The mercenary."

"We are mercenaries - as for the "Sellsword", which is the name of some people, perhaps intuitive and vivid, easy to understand, but in addition to the newly-developed rookie, we generally do not claim so, just like Merchants don't claim to be 'money', apprentices don't call themselves 'mixed rice', women who can't find men and men who can't find women don't claim to be 'no one wants'."

The rookie who just entered the line - the fast-moving fast rope instantly looked like a slap, and made a face to Tyres.

Tyres can't help but notice that although the other party is talking about lingua franca, but the vocabulary is hard and the pronunciation is high, many accents and accents are very different from the familiar Northland idioms, and the impression of the Yongxingcheng accent is not good. number.

He turned his head.

The three hooded, fast-moving light-loaded warriors are stepping on the gravel under their feet, and the dust is appearing in his field of vision. Others see their figures and evade.

They walked into the campfire and uncovered the masks and headscarves that sheltered the wind one by one:

A young man with a slightly darker skin, with an unrecognized black pattern on his face, carrying two crossed scimitars, each with a handle on the left and right shoulders, watching Taylor’s eyes always full. Be alert; a gray-haired, age-old warrior, put down a hammer and a sharply pointed scary warhammer, and watch the warm bonfire between the beards.

Finally, it is the master of the loud female voice.

She is a medium-sized chestnut female warrior. The facial features are simple but slightly windy. The back of the bow and arrow is straight, and the bandaged arm is always pressed against the sword on the waist.

The three people walked into this small camp, and each found a comfortable position next to the campfire, so that the hammered soldiers also happily touched the hair of the fast rope, and the latter dissatisfied with the protest.

"By the way, I am Louisa Dante."

The female warrior who opened - Louisa put down the longbow, untied the sword at the waist, and gently grinned at the weak Tyres: "It's nice to see you wake up, child, you are lucky - not every The trapped lone can survive in the desert."

Her smile is bright and gentle, making her heart feel good.

Tyres gave a glance and gave her a grateful smile.

mercenary.

He has heard of these people. In fact, he has encountered similar objects. Six years ago, when he first arrived at the Judith Hall, there was a small group of people who were instructed (or deceived) by the Duke of Iris. The royal family industry that the king visited late at night was the result of all the same.

But that's it.

In the chaotic city of Yongxing City, many people are willing to sell unusual labor for a few silver coins in an uncommon and often illegal form: debt collectors, prostitutes, pickpockets, killers, scammers, bounty hunters, as long as It does not affect the protection fee and does not cause trouble. The Black Street brothers often take a blind eye to their own personal activities. Even the sixth house where Taylors is located has also taken over the work of several copper coins. .

But in the high walls of the king's capital, Taylors has never seen the ultimate in this line—those who sell violence purely for money, only full-time mercenaries that appear in bards and rumors.

It is said that they usually only venture away from the wilderness of Wang Fa, the unstable land of the border, or the war-torn country of the raging fire, looking for employers and pointing the sword to those innocent and invincible. Take the reward of blood from the hands of powerful people.

In the folk customs, the martial arts of Longyan City, the mercenary is even less: in almost all the young men have served in military service, to the place where the enemy and the fight are proud, even the old man can make the big axe fierce Ten rounds of the land, who will be willing to fake the other, relying on the weapons of strangers?

As a political center, Yongxing City does not need mercenaries, and Longjing City, which is self-serving, does not need mercenaries.

But here...

Tyres stared at the length of these people, both far and near, and different from the professional or recruiting soldiers who pursued a single function.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the dangerous desert under the cold wind. He looked at a few bonfires in the distance, looked at the unknown darkness outside the field of vision, and watched the camel resting in the circle around the camp. The team suddenly understood what.

"So?" The female warrior untied the sword and patted the sand on her body, looking at him with anticipation.

Tyres returned and politely looked at each other: "So what?"

"I told you my name, boy, and as a courtesy and response..."

Louisa smiled as it was.

"Oh, I am sorry!"

"I'm--"

Tyres reacted. He hurriedly supported the ground and wanted to sit up, but he felt black in front of his eyes and his arms were soft.

"Wow, oh, wow, a little bit," the fast-eyed eye catches the tares that will fall, and gently puts him down, making a fuss:

"You still can't stand up. When you were discovered, the face fell down in the middle of the road, half of the body was buried in the yellow sand, it looked like a small sandstone, if it wasn't for Dean's eyes, one The team's Bactrian camels - a total of twenty-three, each eight or nine hundred pounds - almost will step on you!"

"Relax, kid," the young soldier who made the hammer licked his beard. "You are out of danger, and we have to listen to you all night."

Thales glanced at him gratefully, then turned to Louisa: "I am... my name..."

The prince couldn't help but see.

He hasn’t introduced himself to strangers for a long time. In fact, he doesn’t need to introduce himself in the past, whether he is a prince or a prince. In the former, no one cares about his name. In the latter, No one knows his name.

Looking at the curiosity of other people, and their strange and alienated eyes, Teres can't help but have a strange sense of absurdity.

"Waiya," his voice whispered by the fire:

"My name is Wyatt."

Several other people looked at each other.

"So, Wyah," Louisa stared at him intently: "How did you fall into the big desert?"

Tyres tried to make himself look more credible.

"I... I am not lucky, in fact, very bad."

Tyres sighed: "My father, he was a little power when he was alive. Unfortunately, he had a hatred in the North, and when he could no longer protect me, the enemy would Several mobs were sent one after another - the temper is very bad, the knife is very profitable - come to me, I can only escape, flee south."

"They pushed me into the desert all the way."

Taylors knows that he looks bad, but he also knows that the other party must have seen his own bag. He must have a good reason to explain why a 14-year-old boy will carry his head with a dagger. Great desert.

What's more, they saved their lives.

Louisa looked at the warrior with a hammer and nodded to each other.

"Wow, you can scare you to escape to the big desert," said the fast rope: "Your enemies, they must hate you."

Tyres nodded silently and said: "I didn't expect life in the big desert to be so difficult. I couldn't keep it for four or five days."

"enemy."

Tyres looked up curiously and found that the young warrior was covered with black stripes. He sat down on the fire and stared at the prince coldly, wiping his own blade.

"So you have the enemy behind you - of course, it is always troublesome." He whispered and expressionless.

Taylor did not know how to answer.

"You can put away your murderous face, McGee," Louisa dissatisfied with a black-skinned man named McGee, who seemed to have a very good opinion of him: "I know what you are worried about - this The child will not be an undercover or spy of a sand thief."

Taylor was shocked.

The man who wiped the machete had a slight hand.

"No, you don't know my worries," McGee's face was serious: "If you know, we won't be hired by the profiteer and won't come here."

"Dean knows, but he doesn't listen to me."

Louisa raised her mouth.

Taylors looked at their argument curiously.

The bearded warrior laughed and raised his hands and rounded the field: "Easy, man, no need to stretch your face all day long."

He turned to McGee and pointed to the weak Tyles.

"But you can see it, McGee, he almost died there. No sand gang will make a thirsty child to be a spy. - Tomdin's caravan has nothing to grab, we will be safe. Nothing... In fact, we haven’t met sand thieves or exiles along the way, and you know why.”

Taylors smiled weakly.

McGee snorted.

"This is what I am worried about."

“The mortal tries to interfere with the desert by power, but the indifference is never innocent,” McGee’s eyes became more and more dignified. He glanced at the sky: “This means: we are in trouble.”

Tyres is moving.

The soldiers of the young man laughed loudly.

"Don't care about McGee, he is like that. The locals are always prejudiced against the travellers, and they are still stunned." The bearded warrior snorted and turned to Tyres: "Let's talk about other fun. Things..."

Tyres is stunned.

He glanced at McGee.

native?

Just at this time.

"So, you are a nobleman from the North, forced to escape to the Great Desert?" Louisa faintly said.

"You know, your accent is very similar to the northern people."

"Amount, is that right?" Taylors answered carefully.

Yes, he can only say so, and the experience of six years in Longyan City, so that he does not even have to deliberately imitate, the Northland accent will come.

The young warrior on the other side laughed: "Very good, Northlander, I like Northlanders most... maybe we should let Dean talk to his Northland fellow..."

At this moment, the fast rope slapped his thigh!

"noble!"

The fast rope slammed his hands in excitement and his eyes were shining.

"Very good! We can talk about the issue of compensation," he said, happily watching Taylors. His face smiled and said: "You know, this Mr. Wye, I saved your life - free of burial sand."

Taylors glimpsed.

"Yes, thank you."

But he also noticed that Louisa, the warrior, including the young man with black lines, turned a blind eye to the outside.

I saw the fast rope straight up and looked straight.

"So, according to the rules in the desert, I saved you."

"That is, I will automatically own all the property on your body, including your personal ownership," Crimson coughed and slammed his waist: "So, Wyah - you are mine now."

Taylors got a sneak peek.

"do you understand?"

The next moment, a big slap in the lid, slammed the back of the fast rope from the back!

Snapped!

"Ah!" The scream of the fast rope even alerted a camel in the distance.

Looking at the horrible look of the fast rope, Louisa and the young warrior laughed, and even the gloomy McGee also raised his mouth.

Taylor looked at the person who appeared behind the fast rope in surprise.

"If the rookie continues to say this nonsense, you will deal with him like this. It is right."

The familiar and old voice joined the conversation.

The bald man who had seen it before came back to the camp with a cold face and sat down beside Louisa. He followed him with a strong man with a splayed character and a big sword with his hands and a screaming voice.

The rest of the people have let them go, obviously they are all a team.

The fast rope raised his head in tears: "Dean! I said nothing wrong, the saver has the right..."

The bald head Dean snorted from his nose and interrupted him: "But here is the desert, not the sea, and the people who saved him are not you."

"Ignore him," Louisa sighed and took her gaze back from the painful fast rope. She apologized to Tyres and shook her head: "This rookie used to be a sailor before entering the line - that's why we like to call He is fast-tracking - he doesn't know anything, but he always likes to move the rules of the sea here."

Fast rope excitedly raised his hand to protest.

"But... the sea made up of sand, is it a kind of sea?"

The response to the grievance of the fast rope was a piece of bread thrown on his face by a hammered warrior.

Taylor looked at the gang of people who were sluggish.

The young warrior with a hammer showed a yellow tooth in the beard and smiled at Tyres: "Hello, strange Wyah... You can call me an old hammer, because I am responsible for hammering the hammer in the team."

Tyres nodded.

"The one who looks stinky is McGee. You should look at how he is wielding a pair of knives. It is our clairvoyance and guide." McGee, the black-skinned man snorted.

"And I believe that you have seen the fast rope, this Commas sailor is responsible for telling jokes..."

"Hey!" The fast rope slammed away from the big hand of the old hammer and protested:

"Jokes are also very important!"

Regardless of the old hammer, press the bread into the mouth of the fast rope.

"You know Dean. Sitting next to Dean, the one who doesn't talk is the 'fire', a brave man from the thorns, who is responsible for killing." The fire, the man with his big sword, nodded to him.

Tyres greeted them kindly.

"There are five other guys who are on duty outside, and this lively girl in front of me..."

The poor fast rope pulled the bread out of his mouth. When he took the old hammer, he slammed his arms to Louisa.

"Luisa Dante!"

"We are beautiful and cute, and we can still be fascinating. It is a captain who has a bad temper!"

Louisa’s face was slightly red.

Taylors raised his eyebrows.

Fast rope looked at his embarrassed captain, turned to the bald man, his eyes dribbled:

"And Big Dean - we are beautiful and cute and can be fascinating. It is a pity that the captain who has a bad temper is trying to marry him!"

Next second.

"what!"

Louisa's wristband slammed into the forehead of the fast rope.

"Shut up." Louisa twisted her face and stared at the fast rope.

Taylors saw that everyone else looked down and did nothing like this: the old hammer began to pick his beard again, the fire continued to drink his water, and McGee wiped the second knife and re- Going back to wipe the first one, and the bald head Dean, one of the protagonists of the dispute, coughed.

"Did I said wrong thing?"

The fast rope looked up dissatisfiedly: "You are our leader and captain, and loved Louisa."

"No one can deny that you have formed this team and bear the 'Dante's big sword' - Dean has never objected to this."

Louisa's face is darker

"You know, I am not talking about this."

"What do you think I am talking about?"

It is Louisa’s other wristband that flies from the air to respond to the fast rope.

Taylors stared at their interaction.

He suddenly felt that the desert was not so terrible.

Dante's big sword.

Tyres nodded and chewed the name of the mercenary team.

Therefore, the female soldier is the leader of these mercenaries, this team is named after her surname.

but……

In the noise, Dean coughed again and returned to Tyres.

"Let's eat, you just recovered," he handed a bread and a water bag to Tyres: "Water can continue life, but you can't fill your stomach."

Tyres took the food with great care and barely revealed a grateful smile: "Thank you."

The man looked at Tyres and smiled. "Don't worry, Wyah, we have all your things in our bags, just in our bags. Some profiteers really want to swallow your purse and Cross, but we stopped him."

Dean screamed at another bonfire, and next to the fire, a man dressed in a rustic style was eager to bargain with others.

Taylors hesitated and nodded.

"thank you all."

"You saved my life, I will repay you."

"I swear I will."

The fast rope looks like a joy: "Oh, I know that you are a good friend, Wyah, I am shrinking..."

His mouth was again stuffed into the bread by an old hammer.

"But where are you going?"

Tyres took a bite of bread and looked at the faces of these people. The heart was wary: "In fact, can I hire you?"

The mercenaries looked at each other.

The prince tempted the authenticity: "I mean, I have a few relatives in the Star Kingdom, they are very rich..."

The mercenaries looked at each other again, this time, and Taylors saw concern in their eyes.

Only the fast rope looked awkward and surprised to sway in the bread.

McGee reached out with a blank expression and stuffed the bread in his mouth tighter.

"Stars?" The black-skinned man snorted.

Louisa moved her eyebrows and smiled. "You know, Wyah, we have already received a business and we have to send this caravan to..."

But Dean of the bald head gently raised his hand, and Louisa suddenly accepted the words.

Taylors noticed this detail.

Dean sighed and he looked at Taylors calmly and savvyly.

"Listen, Wyah, I can see that you have concerns."

He is straightforward: "Reassure, we will not move your property, nor will it endanger your life."

Taylor’s heart glimpsed.

"This is a big desert, so I won't ask your surname and origin, including how you got rid of the enemy. We are not interested in those, they can't catch up here - saving you is only an obligation in the desert," Dean touched the face of Hu Wei:

"So you can rest assured."

Tyres slightly frowned.

Dean's words are obviously prestigious in the team. When this statement comes out, even McKee, who is quite hostile to him, will not say anything.

Only the fast rope, he finally pulled out the bread, and raised his hand with a crying face:

"What about our reward?"

No one cares about him.

"I just want to ask a few other things," Dean said seriously: "Wye, you are coming down from the north."

Tyres is somewhat inexplicable and somewhat nervous:

"Correct?"

I saw Dean sinking, his fingers pressed on his knees, and others waited patiently for his question.

"And you have not met the army of the stars along the way?"

Tyres frowned.

"No."

Dean's face fretting: "Exeter and the stars... didn't fight in the desert?"

“No,” Taylors said faintly: “At least I didn’t see it.”

"I haven't met the sand thief?"

"No."

When this was said, everyone seemed relieved.

“It seems that the road ahead is smooth,” Louisa said happily. “Guys, we are very lucky – we are on the right track.”

The fast rope smiled and punched the old hammer, but was pushed by the latter.

Tyres looked at them doubtfully, and some didn't quite understand.

But Dean seemed very cautious, and he continued to ask: "But you... haven't met the tribes gathered in the oasis?"

"I haven't seen many oases, and there are no tribes."

“I didn’t encounter the exiles’ traces?”

"What is an exile?"

"I haven't met the gray skin yet? I mean the orc."

"No, I am alone from start to finish."

In the face of Taylor's question, Dean did not speak again.

"Strange, the desert shouldn't be so calm," Dean muttered. "I have to talk to Tom Ding again..."

“What's wrong?” Louisa asked with concern.

Dean shook his head: "It's okay, I hope it's my extra worry."

He seemed to have finally finished talking and nodded to others.

"So, can you... send me to the stars?" The prince looked at Dean and knew that he was the backbone of the team: "Not too far, to the West, to the sand dunes."

"As I said, I have relatives there..."

Other people laughed.

"It's unfortunate, poor Wyah," the old hammer smiled. "A few days ago, we just came out of the sand dunes, and there was the territory of the stars."

"Obviously, we won't go back so soon."

Tyres has a heart: "Even... I promise you not to pay low fees? The Casso family can..."

Dean shook his head.

This time, it was Louisa who answered Tyres.

The female captain sighed: "You have to talk to Tom Ting, he is our employer, this is his caravan, and I promise that he will not agree, how much money will not work - just like us."

"why?"

"Well, let's just say that," the female captain shrugged her shoulders and looked around. "On the day before we set off, the stars had just issued a ban at the blade camp: within a month, forbid anyone. Enter the great desert."

Taylors a glimpse.

The ban on the stars.

So that is...

Louisa shook his head: "Obviously, they have to send troops into the desert to fight, no matter who they are fighting - like the desert wars of ten years ago, and the campaigns that have been cleared from time to time."

“Anyone?” Tyres thought the word: “But are you still coming in?”

"Yes," Louisa coughed. "And you know why?"

Tyres reported with a puzzled look.

"Business, Wyah, business!" Fast rope rushed to answer, eyebrows dance:

"Sep Tomdin, the **** profiteer who wants to sneak a smuggle in the desert - the blocked trade route means higher prices and more profitable long-distance business!"

The silent Mickey looked up: "There is a greater risk."

Taylors is blind.

Dean sighed and explained: "I know that you really want to meet your loved ones quickly, out of threat, Wyah, but..."

The bald man touched his own stubble and sighed:

"Once you meet the army of the stars, Tomtin wouldn't want to leave his goods anymore. He himself has to go to jail - and the people he hired, 'Dante's big sword', there will be a good luck. If you have a big penalty and you are in bad luck, you will be driven out of the blade camp. You don't have to pick up the business there, and you don't have to pick up the business there."

Tyres couldn't help but frown.

and so……

"So," Dean faintly said: "Do you think that we, whether it is the employer or our team, will be happy to return to the stars before the ban, even dealing with the officials of the stars?"

Taylors wanted to understand, and he also sighed.

"That... you, where are you going?"

Dean glanced at Louisa.

A second later, Dean bowed his head and smiled:

"Now, apart from the increasingly free Liberation League and the city of Qiyuan, there is only one place left. It is a caravan that ventures through the desert from the stars and is the most profitable place."

"The Tower of the End."

(End of this chapter)