The centaur Bogor surrendered. Bogor assisted the dark general Victor in collecting "dark magic crystals" from corpses in the mountains. With these magic crystals, Victor's army can cast spells to "recall".
Dark Messenger Dark and the rebel leader returned to Yundal and continued to search for Loki or something else.
Void Fortress, Benjamin VI has arrived at the 17th Legion.
"Hello! Brother, I'm here to report. Here is my badge and ID." Benjamin said to the werewolf guarding the gate of the 17th Legion. (Gatekeeper werewolf, level 13)
"Let me see!" The werewolf took the ID. His fingernails were so sharp that he almost punctured Benjamin's ID.
"Here you go! Go! There will be a battle tomorrow! You are so lucky! Go in and find the big man to make arrangements!" the werewolf said contemptuously. Seeing that Benjamin was still young, he ignored him. After all, he was level 13.
.(A level 30 werewolf is equivalent to a junior human mage, a level 50 werewolf is equivalent to an intermediate level. And so on)
The 17th legion sounds impressive, but in fact it only has about 100 people. Of course, if there are rogues who can "clone", it will be counted as 300 people. After being cloned, the combat effectiveness will be reduced sharply.
The rebel dormitory was messy, dirty, and smelled of everything. Benjamin almost vomited when he smelled it. There were dirty clothes from orcs, raw meat that was uneaten by werewolves, and it looked like it was about to rot, exuding a fishy smell. There were also
A few old and lustful banshees, I don't know if they are female soldiers? Or something else. Loki came to the back of the dormitory.
A tall barbarian king is picking his feet. (This barbarian king is not a "rare elite", and is completely different from the barbarian king next to Ludar. His height and combat effectiveness are greatly reduced, 1:50)
"Hello, Brother Barbarian King! I'm here to report." Benjamin VI shouted to him, he was afraid that Barbarian King was too clumsy to hear.
"I'm not deaf! Why are you so loud?" the Barbarian King roared.
"Also, don't call me Barbarian King. I'm not a real Barbarian King. I'm just an ordinary Barbarian King. The real Barbarian King is with Lord Ludar! If you call me that directly, the real Barbarian King will be angry!" Benjamin didn't know.
There is no such thing as a real barbarian king or a fake barbarian king. In his eyes, even if the real barbarian king comes, he can be defeated.
"Then what should I call you?" Benjamin asked in confusion. He didn't expect that being a rebel soldier would be so interesting. What other king would the barbarian king be afraid of?
"You call me captain! They all call me that. I'm the leader of the 17th regiment. I gave myself a nice name. What's it called? Damn it! I forgot again. My brain is so good.
Okay, okay! You'd better call me the leader first! I'll tell you when I remember it." Ordinary monsters have small brains, their memory is much worse than that of elite monsters, and their emotions are not as rich as elite monsters.
, However, the leader in front of me can be considered a "little elite".
"You can find a place to sleep by yourself. There were a lot of deaths last month and there are plenty of vacancies! We will set off early tomorrow morning! If you want to eat, well, you can go to the canteen at the door and get it! Eat whatever you want. Dinner will be served on time at 6 o'clock! Remember! 6
Point! I’m going to sleep, ah~~I’m so sleepy~~~” After saying that, the group leader closed his eyes, sat still and snored.
Benjamin turned around and looked for a bed.
"Oh my God! It's so dirty! There's no room for it! Do you really want to sleep here all night? Oh! My God." Benjamin shook his head and wanted to leave.
"You can sleep with me, little brother!" a girl's voice said.
Benjamin left immediately.
In the corner of the corridor against the wall, there was a thin human girl on the upper bunk greeting him. Benjamin walked over.
"What's your name? Why are you here?" Benjamin asked.
"My name is Lorna, and I am an assassin. Don't underestimate me!" Lorna was quirky and had a cold air.
"My name is Ben, and I am the shooter." Benjamin did not dare to say his real name, and his ID card also had the single-letter name "Ben" printed on it.
"Archer? Our equipment is interchangeable! Let me see your bow and arrow!" Lorna pointed.
"Here!" Benjamin took it off generously and showed it to her. To him, this blue "exquisite rattan bow" was just a show-off.
"Wow! It's so light, blue level 5! Where did you get it?" Lorna asked.
"Forged, I can give it to you if you want. Enchanted with agility +330, I hope it will be useful to you."
Enchanting properties are hidden magic that ordinary people cannot see.
"330 agility! That's awesome! I like it so much! Then what do you use?" Lorna blinked her big eyes and asked.
"That's right, what should I use? Should I use a staff?" In fact, Benjamin really wanted to use a staff.
"I'll give you mine, look!" Lorna quickly took out a weapon from the backpack near the pillow.
"Crocodile Bone Throwing Knife"! (dropped from "Crocodile Lake"; blue level 5; no enchantment)
"You can also enchant agility, but I don't have any extra gold coins. It's hard to find an enchanter here. I'll use your bow tomorrow and I'll probably be able to repay you. Are you used to using flying knives?" Crocodile Bone
''s attack speed is too slow. I'm good at using cold weapons to hit the target. What about you? Brother Ben?"
"Am I okay? You just said that there are empty beds here? Really?" Benjamin scratched his head and asked. He changed his mind.
"Well, it's my lower bunk. It turned out to be an orc warrior, but he was killed in battle. I cleaned it. We don't have a priest, so you have to be careful tomorrow. Don't imitate him." Lorna said jokingly.
She actually didn't want Ben to die so early. She hadn't seen such a handsome "fellow race" for a long time.