Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

When Telankar was about to speak, a deafening cheer suddenly came from afar. Unexpectedly, this time, the contestants did not enter the arena directly as usual. Instead, a team of Sons of Asuryan appeared.

He had seen these special beings in the last round. They wore white masks that half covered their faces, and black battle makeup on the other side. The dancing long-handled battle axes left a very deep impression on him.

The Sons of Asuryan stepped into the arena, carrying a rack to the center, carefully placed the rack firmly in the center of the venue, and then quickly evacuated. The next moment, the flames spread rapidly like a rising beast, wrapping the rack in blazing flames.

The Duruchi in the audience began to discuss, some exclaimed, some whispered, and the arena became noisy and heated.

After a while, the contestants slowly came on stage. The burning racks made their figures taller and taller, and every step was oppressive. However, one of the Sons of Asuryan did not leave completely like the others, but stood beside the flames and even took a few steps closer to the flames.

This action instantly caused a commotion in the stands.

"What is he doing?"

"Is he burning himself?"

"Is he using fire to prove something?"

There was a noisy discussion in the audience, and the Duruchi speculated on the intentions of the Son of Asuryan. As the horn suddenly sounded, the noisy audience quieted down in an instant, and everyone's eyes were focused on the Son of Asuryan who remained on the field, full of curiosity and expectation, as if waiting for the secret to be revealed.

The Son of Asuryan walked and performed beside the blazing fire. Under the reflection of the flames, his expression was full of despair and determination, and every movement exuded a heroic atmosphere.

At this time, the Duruchi suddenly realized that the Son of Asuryan was recreating the legend of Aenarion.

"As long as Asuryan can save my people, I will throw myself into the holy fire!" roared the Son of Asuryan who played Aenarion, his eyes revealing pain and determination.

Then he strode towards the holy fire, the fire devoured him, his limbs seemed to be burning, but he still stood up, chanting the oath of sacrifice loudly. The scorching flames licked his body, his hair was set on fire, his skin was charred under the high temperature, and he was surrounded by the flames, as if he was about to lose everything.

In the audience, Druki and the Skinks held their breath, staring at this suffocating scene with shock in their eyes. Everyone present was shocked by Aenarion's courage and spirit of sacrifice. Even those Druki soldiers who were used to seeing life and death, watched intently with high respect in their eyes.

Just when the audience thought that the Son of Asuryan who played Aenarion would fall and be devoured by the flames, a miraculous turn occurred.

The son of Asuryan continued to perform the miracle of Aenarion. He struggled to stand up from the flames and walked through the flames. His burned skin gradually recovered and his charred hair miraculously grew back. He walked out of the flames step by step, unscathed, and the light of the holy fire emanated from his body, as if the blessing of Asuryan had descended from the sky, granting him infinite power and protection.

At this moment, whether it was Druki in the audience, the soldiers responsible for maintaining order, or the referees and participating elves on the field, they all locked their eyes on this "Aenarion". The elves cheered from the bottom of their hearts, and the atmosphere of the entire venue instantly reached a climax, filled with warm shouts and applause, and the sound echoed around, as if even the air was vibrating with their excitement.

"Aenarion!"

"Aenarion!"

"Aenarion!"

"Great Aenarion!"

The sound waves gathered from all directions, and the shouts of the audience rose and fell like a rolling tide, deafening. The cheers spread from one stand to another, gradually forming a strong resonance in the entire venue.

Every elf raised his hands, his face was filled with excitement. There is no doubt that Aenarion's deeds transcended the boundaries of tribes and branches. Whether it was Duruchi or Asur, or Ainir and Asrai, they all had deep respect for Aenarion. At this moment, they were deeply moved by Aenarion's legend and spirit of sacrifice.

Tolandir, the actor who played Aenarion, walked slowly around the flame with a solemn and calm expression. He raised his hands and saluted the audience around him. The flames danced beside him, and his figure was reflected by the blazing light. It was as if he really turned into the great hero who was blessed by the holy fire.

His movements were elegant and calm, and every step was ceremonial. Every salute made the atmosphere of the venue rise again. It seemed to pass on this inherited spirit to every elf, reminding the elves that no matter what branch or what belief, this sacrifice and courage are always worth remembering.

Finally, he stopped at the edge of the flame, bowed deeply, and accepted the cheers and applause of the audience. Then, he turned around and walked slowly to the other side of the flame, gradually moving away from the venue. At the last moment before leaving the venue, he turned around and waved to the audience, and then handed the stage to the contestants.

The flames were still burning, and the dancing flames seemed to be promoting the spirit of Aenarion and engraving his legend in everyone's memory. The contestants walked onto the field, their steps seemed particularly cautious, as if they were unwilling to easily destroy the solemnity and respect that permeated the air. The audience in the stands were still discussing the performance just now, as if Aenarion's figure was still standing in the flames, not dissipating.

Soon, with the sound of the whistle, the first round of the second round officially kicked off.

Like the first game, it was still the Sea Guard, but the opponent changed from the Black Ark Pirates to the Black Ark Soldiers.

Perhaps it was Aenarion's legend that inspired them, or perhaps it was the lessons and experience learned from the failure of their teammates, or the still burning flame. The Sea Guards had firm eyes, full of fighting spirit, and upright posture. The Soldiers also looked solemn, becoming more focused and dedicated.

The two sides quickly formed their formations, and the Sea Guards took out their signature posture. The players on the left and right sides and in the middle held spears, and two teams holding big sticks were located in the middle of the Sea Guards holding spears.

The Soldier Team formed a semicircular formation with the Dark Swordsmen, and the Fear Spearmen on the flanks were responsible for blocking the breakthrough path.

As if the deep hatred suddenly disappeared, the two sides no longer collided and swung chaotically as they did at the beginning, but gradually tested each other's defense lines with precise coordination.

The Soldier Team took the lead in launching an attack. A Dark Swordsman quickly rushed forward, with his shield close to his chest and his stick pointing directly at the Sea Guards' spearmen. The Sea Guards reacted quickly, stabbing out with long sticks swiftly, trying to contain the opponent's offensive pace. The Fear Spearmen of the Soldier Team changed their pace in time, cleverly avoided the long stick, and counterattacked under the cover of his teammates next to him.

The captain of the Sea Guards loudly commanded the team members and quickly adjusted the formation. The team members cooperated tacitly and always maintained a compact defense line when dealing with the Soldier Team's attack. Under the illumination of the flames, the spears and shields of both sides flashed in the air, and the dull sound of the collision between the shield and the stick echoed over the entire venue. The audience held their breath and watched this fierce confrontation.

During the battle, the stick-wielding member of the Sea Guard took advantage of the moment when a fear spearman of the Soldier Team lost his balance and decisively attacked, hitting the opponent's shoulder, causing the opponent to retreat briefly.

However, the Soldier Team did not collapse. They quickly adjusted their formation and tried to break through the Sea Guard's defense line again. Under the command of the captain, the two fear spearmen rushed forward together, knocked the Sea Guard's spearman away with their shields, and successfully disrupted the opponent's formation. The Sea Guard was forced to adjust its defensive position and formed a semi-arc defense line, but they were not completely suppressed and still maintained a complete formation.

After several rounds of attack and defense, both sides were close to the limit of their physical strength. Although their movements were slightly slow, they still defended and attacked steadily, and cooperated with each other like a shadow. The battle entered a white-hot stage. In the last round of confrontation, the Sea Guard took advantage of the gap of the Soldiers and rushed forward first, and finally successfully broke through the defense line of the Soldiers.

With the exclamations from the audience, all the members of the Soldiers fell to the ground, while one member of the Sea Guard barely stood up. The Sea Guard won the victory with a slight advantage and qualified for the next round.

Telankar clenched his fist excitedly. Although he was a little unhappy that the Sea Guards won, the Blue Team he bet on scored the first point.

After the end, as a routine, the players of both sides stood in the center of the field. Five free referees awarded medals to the Soldiers and then saluted. The Sea Guards also saluted in a formal manner.

Soon, the second battle began. This time it was the Sons of Asuryan of Ainir against the Eternal Guard of Asrai.

The whistle sounded sharply through the air, and the Sons of Asuryan quickly divided into two and three teams. The second team of two people rushed directly to the right wing of the Eternal Guard, while the third team of three people maintained the formation and launched a feint attack from the front. Every swing of the long-handled battle axes in their hands made a sharp sound of breaking the wind, as if they were going to split the air and hit the opponent's vital points.

The Eternal Guard immediately adjusted their formation and tried to use shields to build a defense line to resist the opponent's offensive, but the attack of the Son of Asuryan was too fierce. The long-handled battle axes opened and closed, and each slash contained a powerful force. Although the shield blocked a lot of axe blades, the huge impact of the axe still made the members of the Eternal Guard feel numb in their arms. They were forced to step back and try to stab the opponent's gap with wooden sticks.

However, the second team on the right side of the Son of Asuryan showed a high degree of tacit understanding. One person swept the opponent's shield with the axe handle, and the other immediately took the opportunity to swing a fatal blow. As a member of the Eternal Guard fell, the defense line on the right suddenly revealed a gap, forcing the rest of the members to quickly adjust their positions to try to remedy the situation.

The captain of the Eternal Guard shouted orders, trying to stabilize the situation. However, they were still a step too slow to adjust, and the three-member team of the Sons of Asuryan took advantage of the situation and broke into their formation from the front, tearing a larger gap in their formation.

The axe blades and shields kept colliding, making a deafening sound. The players on both sides tried their best, and gradually the Eternal Guard fell into a disadvantage.

The fierce battle lasted for several minutes, and the players of the Eternal Guard were knocked down one after another, leaving only the last player on the field. He held the long stick tightly and leaned against his shield. His breathing was rapid, and sweat slid down his cheeks, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"Dedicated to the Lord of Blades!"

He roared, raised his weapon, and rushed directly at his opponent.

Three sons of Asuryan immediately came forward, swinging two long-handled battle axes from the left and right, flanking him. He quickly stepped back, blocking the axe blade on the right with his shield, and thrusting his long stick to the left, accurately hitting a son of Asuryan in the chest, forcing him to retreat.

However, another battle axe took the opportunity to chop down from the front, and he hurriedly blocked it with his shield. The huge impact made his knees weak and he almost fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth and swung his long stick with all his strength, forcing the opponent who was attacking from the front to take a step back.

But his physical strength was limited after all. As an ordinary believer, his movements gradually slowed down, and his shield defense began to have gaps. Just as he tried to stab another opponent with the last blow, the son of Asuryan on the left seized the opportunity and hit him hard in the side with a battle axe, knocking him to the ground heavily.

Lying on the ground, he let go of the spear in his hand and fell on his back, gasping for breath, and closed his eyes helplessly.

The referee's whistle blew immediately, announcing the end of the game. The audience on the field burst into warm cheers, paying the highest tribute to the wonderful performance of all the contestants. Although the Sons of Asuryan team paid a heavy price, they finally won the victory with the advantage of three people standing and successfully advanced to the next round.

Telankar clenched his fists again excitedly, and the yellow team represented by the Sons of Asuryan also won a point.

The third game was between the Asrai War Dancers and the Asheril Garrison.

The War Dancers were flexible and light-footed. Two War Dancers holding sticks were sandwiched between three dual-wielding War Dancers, forming a compact and flexible formation. They did not choose to fight head-on, but quickly opened up the distance, as if testing the reaction of the Garrison.

The Garrison still maintained a contradictory defensive formation and stood still.

Faced with this situation, the War Dancers were well prepared. The dual-wielding War Dancer in the middle stood in place, squatting slightly, ready to support at any time, while the War Dancers on both sides suddenly launched a swift movement. They approached the flanks as fast as the wind, with light but oppressive steps.

The garrison's formation began to become chaotic, and they tried to tighten their defense, but the speed of the war dancers was far beyond their expectations. The dual-wielding war dancers on both sides quickly approached, swinging their dual weapons at tricky angles, forcing the garrison's flank members to break up the originally tight formation to meet the enemy.

While the garrison was dispersing, the war dancers who had never moved began to press from the front, using their flexible body movements to contain the garrison's fear spearmen, making it difficult for them to launch an effective counterattack.

The cooperation of the war dancers was like a carefully choreographed dance, with each step being swift and accurate, and the tacit understanding between them was impeccable. Although the garrison members tried to stabilize the formation, they were always restrained by the war dancers between advance and retreat, and gradually fell into the opponent's rhythm.

A fear spearman tried to break through the front, but was accurately hit on the shoulder by a dual-wielding war dancer, and the wooden stick flew out of his hand, and the entire defense line collapsed instantly. On the other side, a dark swordsman was about to raise his shield to block, but the dual-wielding war dancer quickly went around to the side and hit his knee with a heavy blow, knocking him down directly.

The captain of the garrison obviously realized that the situation was not good and tried to adjust the formation, but the war dancer's attack was too fast and they had no room to breathe. Whether it was the frontal stick sweep or the dual-wielding fast attack on both wings, they were unable to resist.

The only remaining fear spearman tried to protect the captain and tried to hold the last line of defense, but the war dancer reacted faster than him and forced him to lose balance. He fell to the ground after being hit by the stick from behind.

As the referee blew the whistle, the war dancer easily won the victory.

Although the garrison showed strong willpower, it seemed powerless in the face of the war dancer's extremely high tactical literacy and cooperation. The audience in the stands cheered thunderously, and the cheers and applause pushed the victory of the war dancer to the climax.

The war dancers stood in the center of the field, standing in a row in an orderly manner. Their expressions were calm and confident, as if this victory was just an expected result. The garrison troops who received the commemorative medals quietly withdrew, with unwillingness in their eyes, but they had to admit that they lost this game convincingly.

The fourth game, the Black Ark Slaughter Sisters team played against the Black Ark Pirates team.

For the pirates, the best way to limit the Slaughter Sisters is to throw fishing nets with hook blades, but the rules do not allow the use of fishing nets...

Similarly, the Slaughter Sisters cannot use whips, but can use ropes...

The battle just started, and the field showed an obvious one-sided situation. The Slaughter Sisters team quickly gained the upper hand with their cold fighting style and precise cooperation. For them, the rope is no different from the whip. The rope in their hands is like a living thing. It is not only a weapon for attack, but also a tool to restrain the opponent.

The members of the Pirates team were obviously prepared for the fierceness and speed of the Slaughter Sisters. After all, they usually meet each other when they look down. They tried to limit the opponent's attack with brave charges and flexible steps. However, due to the lack of tools such as fishing nets, their tactics were severely limited and they were completely unable to effectively stop the oppressive attacks of the Slaughter Sisters.

A pirate rushed towards a Slaughter Sister to try to break the situation, but the Slaughter Sister calmly dodged, and the rope quickly wrapped around his ankle, pulling hard and directly dragging him to the ground, killing him.

On the other side, a pirate tried to break through the Slaughter Sisters' defense with a shield. He roared and raised his shield, ramming the opponent's front row. However, the Slaughter Sisters' cooperation was almost seamless. Just as the shield was about to hit the target, a Slaughter Sister retreated nimbly and kicked him in the knee with a side kick, interrupting his movement. Then, another Slaughter Sister cut in from the flank, quickly wrapped his legs with a rope, and yanked him hard to the ground.

The stands were full of sighs. They came from the Black Ark and knew the Slaughter Sisters' fighting style too well. At this time, they had an illusion that they were not in Chapeyuto, but returned to the Black Ark. The slaves fighting against the Slaughter Sisters became pirates.

The pirates on the field fell one after another. Although they were brave and fearless, they could not find an effective way to crack the extremely oppressive fighting style of the Slaughter Sisters.

As the last pirate was tied by the rope, the referee blew the final whistle, announcing the end of the game, and the Slaughter Sisters won without suspense.

In the fifth game, the Sea Guard played against the Ainel War Dancers, and the Sea Guard had no power to resist.

In the sixth game, the Garrison played against the Soldiers...

In the seventh game, the Pirates played against each other...

In the eighth game, the Garrison played against each other...

In the ninth game, the Eternal Guard played against the Garrison...

Telankar's heartbeat was so fast that it seemed to jump out of his chest. He stared at the center of the field, watching the referees busy cleaning up the field and preparing for the next round of games. He clenched his fists, and even sweat came out of his palms, but he didn't care.

The first round of the game was finally over, and the result was much better than he expected.

The yellow team scored 2 points, the blue team scored 2 points, and the white team scored 1 point, and he bet on the white, blue, and yellow teams.

At this moment, these numbers repeatedly circled in his mind, and an uncontrollable excitement surged in his heart. He knew what these scores meant, and everything was moving in a direction that was favorable to him.

At this moment, the referee's horn sounded again, breaking the brief calm. The second round of the game officially began!

Soon, the second round of the game was over, and the score came to 5 points for the yellow team, 4 points for the blue team, and 2 points for the white team.

This result caused a huge wave in his heart, and he could hear the beating of his chest in the noisy environment. The score of the white team was no longer important. It can even be said that the performance of the white team was no longer the focus of his attention. Even if the white team won all the next games, it was only 5 points, which could not change the situation at all.

The blue team and the yellow team were the key to his fate.

He tried to block the voices around him who cursed the red team and let his brain run quickly. If the yellow team and the blue team could maintain their respective 6 points in the next third round, he would have the opportunity he had been looking forward to for a long time. If both teams maintained such points, according to the odds of the bet, he would get 30 silver sovereigns! For him, this was not only the accumulation of wealth, but also more possibilities.

After all, once his bet is successful, his funds will be doubled, and the chips in his hand will become more abundant, and he may even have the opportunity to be more unscrupulous in the next bet.

However, everything in reality is not always as expected, and his mood is in deep torment. His eyes kept scanning the venue, and the wooden cup was soaked with sweat on his hands. He was waiting for the result of the next game. Any unexpected fluctuations may change all his expectations.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. At least the situation in front of him was not the worst. At least he did not bet on the red team. As long as one of the yellow team and the blue team is ahead, he can break even, so he still has a chance. After all, today is only the first day of the holiday.

Soon, the third round of the game began.

His heartbeat became more and more rapid, and everything in front of him seemed to become blurred. Every second that passed seemed to be stretched countless times, and he was almost unable to breathe. The situation in front of him has reached the most critical moment. Every game between the blue team and the yellow team affects his fate, and all he can do is wait quietly.

The blue team got 1 point first, successfully tied the yellow team's score, and reached 5 points. The yellow team, however, remained stagnant and made no progress.

The following game process almost suffocated him. The red team, which originally had only 1 point, began to climb and the score became 3 points.

His eyes were fixed on the court, and he was so nervous that he could hardly suppress it.

Torment, anxiety, and pain.

The blue team curbed the momentum of the red team in time. The red team's score remained at 3 points, and the blue team finally stabilized the score at 6 points. At this time, the three games between the blue team and the red team had all ended. This meant that his bet on the blue team would be profitable, and he would get 15 silver sovereigns, neither losing nor gaining.

All eyes were focused on the last crucial game, the yellow team against the white team.

"If the yellow team wins... 6 points..."

He prayed silently, his voice was weak, as if he didn't dare to let himself say that if out loud. He knew that if the Yellow Team could win this game, the Yellow Team would be on par with the Blue Team, and he would get what he wanted, get 30 Silver Sovereigns, double his funds, and bet more decisively in the next game.

As the whistle blew, the game began. The Garrison Team played against the Asrai War Dancers Team. The Garrison Team represented the Yellow Team, and the War Dancers Team represented the White Team.

His eyes were fixed on the field, everything was still, and time passed so slowly. Every attack of the Yellow Team and every successful defense were the rhythm of his heartbeat. He clenched his hands quietly, and his nails holding the wooden cup were deeply embedded in the wooden cup, and the anxiety in his heart surged like a tide.

The contest between the War Dancers and the Garrison was no longer a simple confrontation, but a collision of two completely different fighting styles, a game between the strong and the strong.

In the early stage of the battle, the War Dancers quickly took the advantage with their rapid mobility. The War Dancers on both sides went around the flanks of the enemy's position, using their own body movements and the advantages of long sticks to roll and rotate in the air, and each attack was swift and accurate. The members of the Garrison could only do their best to resist. Although the Fear Spearmen fought back desperately with long sticks, they could not break the attack rhythm of the War Dancers.

Gradually, the battle entered a white-hot stage, and the War Dancers pounced on every member of the Garrison like a shadow. The Dread Spearmen of the garrison began to show obvious signs of fatigue, while the War Dancers were still as swift as the wind. As time went on, the situation gradually developed in a one-sided direction.

In the end, only three War Dancers and their captain were left on the battlefield against two Dread Spearmen and the captain.

Telankar's heart almost stopped beating. He blocked his eyes with his trembling hands. He didn't dare to look any further. He had foreseen the ending.

On the field, the captain of the garrison knew the disadvantages of his team members. His eyes flashed with a trace of determination. He knew that only through some unusual tactics could this situation be reversed. He put his left hand on the right shoulder of the Dread Spearman on the left and whispered something.

The Dread Spearman on the right immediately realized the captain's intention and began to run to the right, aiming directly at a War Dancer on the opposite side. The War Dancer immediately started alertly and prepared to fight.

At this time, the War Dancer standing in the middle also responded quickly. He started immediately and moved quickly to the battlefield on the left, trying to cooperate with his teammates.

At the same time, the Dread Spearman on the left suddenly moved. His figure leaped forward like lightning, and suddenly began to rotate his body. The shield flew out of his hand in the air, and hit the war dancer who was facing him like a meteorite.

At this moment, the war dancer saw the flying shield, and he almost subconsciously rolled over to avoid the rapid attack. However, when he rolled over, his eyes suddenly widened. The target of the Dread Spearman was not him, but to clear the battlefield.

"Lord of the Blade, protect me!"

The Dread Spearman who threw the shield shouted, and this shout was filled with an extremely firm breath, as if seeking some kind of shelter and power. With his shout, he used his best skills. He came from the Nagor and practiced a unique skill on the Chaos Ice Field. The wooden stick in his hand flew out instantly.

The wooden stick was like a javelin, with a fast speed and fierce momentum. Like a violent spear, it flew straight to the captain of the war dancer with the momentum of thunder.

When the captain of the war dancer saw the wooden stick flying, she almost subconsciously dodged, but the speed was too fast. Just as she turned slightly, the wooden stick still hit her left rib heavily.

Severe pain spread throughout her body. She tried her best to stay standing, but the impact of the wooden stick was too great. She could feel her ribs cracked, her feet seemed to lose support, and her body staggered back a few steps involuntarily, and finally lost balance and fell to the ground. Her expression was full of shock, and she knew clearly what this blow meant.

Just as the captain of the war dancer fell to the ground, the referee's whistle suddenly sounded, and the game was quickly judged to be over.

The voices in the stands gradually mixed into one, with curses, exclamations and cheers intertwined, like a storm of noise. Some people angrily and angrily accused that the result of the game was unfair and that throwing weapons was a foul; others sarcastically refuted that there had been more than one throw in the previous game, and it was obvious that throwing was allowed. Some people were surprised and couldn't believe that the garrison actually won.

Telankar opened his fingers to reveal a gap, and opened his eyes a little. He was surprised to find that the garrison actually won! The talk in his ears was not an illusion, but so real, just like the ecstasy he was feeling now.

His heart was beating violently, and he could hardly control his emotions. He raised his hand and drank the remaining wine in the glass. The coolness spread to his whole body in an instant, but it made him more excited. He shouted loudly, but the little remaining reason was still reminding him not to shout: I won!

His mood was like flying into the clouds, as if all the pressure, all the tension and anxiety were completely dissipated at this moment. The result of the bet was clear, and the victory of the blue team and the yellow team brought him rich rewards. The nerves that had been tense for so long finally relaxed, and he felt as if the whole person was released. He had never felt so happy and relieved.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the voices of the whole audience echo in his ears. At this moment, even this warm atmosphere became more beautiful, as if the whole world existed for him. He won, not only because of the money, but because he finally seized this rare opportunity and successfully found his own position in the tide of fate.

The fear spearman who threw the stick fell to his knees, his hands clenched tightly, roaring at the sky, and bursting out his inner emotions. At the same time, the teammates and the captain who were lying on the ground shouted and cheered and rushed to him, surrounded him, hugged him tightly, and drowned him.

The war dancers standing in the field stood there in a daze, their eyes seemed to have lost focus, and the referee's whistle and the painful cry of their captain when he fell echoed in their ears. There was an indescribable sense of oppression in the air, and their hearts were filled with anger and loss. They could accept failure, but they could not accept failure in this way.

As war dancers, as believers of the fraudster, they were actually fooled and deceived by a believer of the Lord of the Blade.

The five free judges looked at each other. They didn't expect this to happen, and then they smiled.

When everything was over, the Duruchi in the stands hurriedly left, ready to start the third round of the game.

When Telankar was about to stand up, a hand was placed on his shoulder. His heart shrank, and he looked over carefully and found that it was the guide.

"You are very cautious, but you are not cautious enough. Be careful, you are being watched, change your position later."

"Thank you, thank you for your reminder." Telankar nodded and said, while reaching into Kaitan's arms. In fact, in addition to the silver coin given to him by the lizard beside him, he also had an ecu in his arms. It was the spoils of his first raid, and it was his lucky coin. The guide's reminder was the greatest luck, and he had reason to hand the lucky coin to the guide.

"Thank you, but... you should keep it. I can feel that this silver coin is very important to you." The guide smiled and waved his hand, refusing, and then pointed to the surroundings, "There are countless eyes around, I have a bright future, don't hurt me."

Telankar didn't say anything else, but held the ecu tightly in his hand and bowed deeply to the guide.

"Since you bowed to me, I remind you again that the Chicha you just drank is very strong. You can exchange the bet and buy it again... You can't afford to stay in the hotel at the dock. It is occupied by captains. You can go north, there is a temporary residence converted from a warehouse, but you must remember that you can only enter but not leave. You will have to wait until tomorrow to leave."

"Thank you, you are..."

"Shake hands with him. As you said, you and he are friends." The guide interrupted Telankar's words and left after saying this. (End of this chapter)