Chapter five hundred and eighty first: wild shop at the foot of the mountain
The inside is like a library, with bookshelves everywhere, and the bookshelves are full of neatly arranged books.
From time to time, you can still see the maids cleaning here.
King Diablo walked into the table inside the bookshelf. As he sat down, the maid in charge of managing the place hurried over and put down a cup of light blue tea.
"Sit down, can you tell me something?"
Qin Feng sat down casually, but did not receive the same treatment as the other party.
But he still kept smiling, "I want to tell your Majesty a secret, that is, I captured those assassins. Guess what I found?"
Diablo took a sip of tea and said without raising his head: "What did you find?"
"Those black-clad warriors are not Wali at all, but dead warriors sent by Prime Minister Salamanda."
"Dead warrior?" King Diablo suddenly raised his head and his eyes quickly dropped, "Do you have any evidence?"
"No." Qin Feng said simply.
Things didn't make any progress, and the two fell into silence for a while.
"I want you to do something for me." After a while, King Diablo raised his head, and the tea in the cup had reached the bottom.
"Let me tell you first, I may not be able to do it." Qin Feng replied in the same tone as to an old friend.
Kingdom Diablo twitched his lips and said, "You are so rude, I am the king."
"But I will definitely be a great nobleman in the future." Qin Feng first stated each small goal.
King Diablo didn't believe it, "You're not even a noble now, hehe, it's not easy to rise to the rank of aristocrat."
"Okay, no more chatting with you. I want to do something for you. If you succeed, I will give you the title of Lord."
"I want the title of first-class baron." Qin Fengshi said loudly.
King Diablo exhaled heavily from the tip of his nose, "The third baron has no territory. If you like it or not, I can find someone else."
"Okay, deal, what's the mission?" Qin Feng agreed with a smile.
"There is a Black Wind Village on Black Wind Mountain. It is Salamanda's training base for dead soldiers. Go and eradicate them all, leaving no one behind."
After King Diablo finished speaking, he stood up and said, "I will give you a title after you finish it. If you don't finish it, I won't recognize you."
"You have to give me some money, or equipment." Qin Feng rubbed his fingers and smiled at the confused king.
Black Wind Mountain is located to the east of Songdan City. Because the mountain is huge and steep, there are black wind monsters that appear inside from time to time, making it difficult for the kingdom's army to exterminate the bandits inside.
The Black Wind Stronghold is the strongest group of bandits. If King Diablo hadn't said that he was the training base for Salamander's dead soldiers, who would have believed that those bandits were the private soldiers of the nobles?
At the foot of the mountain, a group of cloaked men riding horses came to a wild shop, which provided a resting place for passers-by.
There were more than 200 people in this group, each carrying a war bow and a long sword, and some also had a shield and a spear. The weapons were very sophisticated.
From the corner of the cloak blown by the breeze, you can still see the bright silver buckle, which is fine chain mail.
"Master."
Two big men wiped the dirty tables and chairs, and then asked a young man to sit down.
An ugly man with two missing front teeth came forward. He was the boss and waiter here.
"Hello, young master, what do you want, tea or wine?"
Seeing so many people, the ugly man was very happy. How much business there was, and these people were well-equipped, and they looked like wealthy owners.
The visitors were none other than Qin Feng and his generals. After receiving a large sum of money from Diablo, Qin Feng immediately purchased magic cores to recruit 200 generals and guards, and then purchased sophisticated equipment from the quartermaster of the palace.
But the money is not easy to get. Accordingly, King Diablo's mission must be completed perfectly, otherwise he will attack Qin Feng or Qin Feng's family, although he doesn't mind.
However, with Diablo's support, Qin Feng can improve his strength faster, form his own army, and lay the foundation for the future recovery of Ningtian Fort.
"Go to the kitchen and have a look... As a wild shop at the foot of Black Wind Mountain, the owner is not necessarily a good and orderly person." Qin Feng ignored the boss and instead asked the generals and guards to search for things that might harm them.
The boss was suddenly startled and saw two generals running straight to the kitchen. He quickly stopped in front of them and said in a panic: "My lords, are you mistaken? I am a kind person..."
The two generals and guards ignored him and pushed him away. In an instant, two silver lights appeared from the boss's hands and went straight to the throats of the two generals and guards.
At the critical moment, the two generals stepped back to avoid the boss's attack.
The boss took a step back, jumped on the dirty table, twirled the dagger in his hands, and said with a smile: "I am a level 25 assassin, who are you? Why do you come to our Black Wind Mountain? If you answer
It doesn’t satisfy me, I don’t mind taking off that little nobleman’s ears.”
With the development of adventurers over the years, the assessment of strength here has become more and more refined.
Levels 0 to 9 are ordinary people, and levels 10 to 19 are new extraordinary beings. Every ten levels is a hurdle. The higher the level, the more powerful the character is.
Level 25 assassins are elite level and have very strong combat power.
"A small wild shop actually needs level 25 assassins to guard it. Then there must be Black Wind Village behind you. Only they are so rich."
Qin Feng opened his hood, revealing his young face, "Tell me, where is your lair?"
The boss smiled chatteringly, "Yes, young man, I am from Heifeng Village, and I am the famous Flying Scorpion. Why are you looking for Heifeng Village? Do you want to join us?"
"No." Qin Feng smiled and shook his head, "I want to kill them, so it's better if you tell me the location. Otherwise, I don't mind killing you too."
"Haha, arrogant..." The boss stood up, not minding that he was being blocked by dozens of strong bows.
"We have more than 1,000 people in Heifeng Village, and with our appeal, we can gather more than 10,000 other bandits. How can you defeat us with just 200 of you?"
10,000? So much. No wonder Diablo gave me so much money because he wanted me to gather more troops. If he knew that I only brought 200 people, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.
"Why don't you surrender us..."
The boss wanted to continue persuading, but Qin Feng directly ordered: "Catch the ones alive and find out the location of their lair."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding generals and guards shot arrows.
The arrow went straight towards the assassin, but the assassin was not an easy person. He fell back and stood up the table under his feet to block his face.
Doo doo doo...the arrow passed through the table, leaving small holes on it.
The assassin lying on the ground was sweating profusely. If he had been slower just one second, he might have been like a tabletop with blood holes all over his body.
Why are these archers so powerful? They don't look like the private soldiers of ordinary lords at all. Are they the king's guards?