Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

"Next batch!" Corleone shouted helplessly, and asked his subordinates to invite the old man out.

The dozens of soldiers who came in next made Corleone very satisfied with their appearance. They were all strong and burly men, wearing snow-white animal skin coats, full of male breath.

"We are the northern warriors from [Shadow Wolf Tribe], each of them is elite, everyone is good at using axes and javelins!"

The expressions of these warriors looked unruly, especially the talking heads, their faces were tattooed with white war patterns, their savage muscles were covered with scars, and their necks were still hung with primitive bone ornaments. They should be some kind of beasts. Fangs.

However, their equipment is not particularly good. Most weapons seem to be of average quality, wearing only crude leather armor.

"Bazaha, go hand in hand with them." Corleone said to the barbarian men.

"As long as all of you can overturn him with your bare hands, the salary will increase by 20%, let's get started!" After talking, Corleone watched the show next to him.

The soldiers of the Northland looked at the barbarian in front of them and knew that he was definitely a master, so they adopted a tactic similar to wolf pack hunting and launched an offensive from all directions.

"Huha!!!" Bazaha uttered an astonishing roar, his muscles burst open, and he immediately entered a frenzied state. There are free fights to fight, of course he has to do his best!

The fierce crackling sound rang out in the training room, and the people who were still in line were frightened. Why are you playing so hard!

So many people left quietly, they didn't want to be beaten for no reason. . .

After five minutes, the game has already been determined. Bazaha has become an epic for many years. His fighting skills are quite brilliant. When he was in the arena, he was even able to give birth to a lion.

However, although he defeated dozens of other northern fighters, he himself became bruised and swollen, especially his **** was attacked several times.

"Okay! I recognize your strength. Although you haven't beaten my subordinates, your salary can still be improved. Now you can sign this contract."

Corleone applauded and asked his subordinates to hand over the contract, and the northern soldiers who fell to the ground struggled to get up.

At this moment, the unruly expressions on their faces disappeared, instead they turned into strong recognition. As a tribe of barbarians in the North, they only respect and obey the strong.

After the contract was signed, the 32 Northland fighters formally joined the Eagle Group.

When they left, Corleone also asked: "If there are other fighters in your tribe who want to join, you can come to me to sign up. As long as the standards are met, I will not refuse anyone!"

The warriors of the Northland nodded their heads, but there will not be more people from their tribe. The remaining warriors need to maintain the stability and development of the tribe.

"Next batch!" Corleone shouted again.

The person who walked in was actually the dark elf I saw in the tavern before, but I didn't expect that she was also a wandering mercenary.

This female dark elf is very slender, with long dark black hair that is well managed, hanging down to her waist, and woven into several braids with a silver weird heraldry at the hair end.

She was wearing an animal skin hat on her head, and some pointed ears were exposed on both sides. On the contrary, she looked a little cute, which formed a certain contrast with her **** figure.

On the dark elf is wearing a black scale armor cloak, the shoulders are metal shoulders covered with sharp blades, a set of exquisite chain mail and tight leather clothes are worn inside, several daggers are lined up on the belt, and the lower body is still an iron skirt. And the shape of black stockings.

Finally, the weapon she held in her hand looked very twisted and weird. It was a kind of living equipment, usually called [Snake Head Whip].

The handle of the snakehead whip is made of very simple steel, but the whip body and the whip head are living poisonous snakes. The six-headed snake whip can't wait to dance and push, twisting itself into many knots.

"Hi, my lord, my name is Womis. I am a dark lasher. I am good at intelligence gathering and investigation." The dark elf's words are full of magnetism, as if with an incredible charm.

"Head, let me meet her in person!"

"It's better for me!" At this time, the male subordinates behind Corleone were excited, and they all looked quite positive. Even Bazaha, whose face was swollen just now, came close.

"Um... I don't really believe in the credibility of your race, so I'm sorry." However, Corleone was unmoved, completely like a straight steel man, relying on his talent [Iron Will], he didn't suffer anything. Temptation.

"My lord, I thought you were different from other laymen. I didn't expect your thinking to be so narrow."

"The reputation of the dark elves is corrupted by the high elves. They spread negative news about us. They buy out the bards and put the evil things on our heads. This is the real little thing. people!"

"We are all innocent, peace-loving races. Don't be blinded by lies."

Womis said softly, even with a hint of crying, making people unable to help but want to hug her and comfort her.

The special thing about the dark elves is that they are good at using tactful statements to explain their reasons, and are willing to control each other's feelings, so that the final result of the dialogue is more beneficial to them.

"And I myself have been to the troll kingdom three times. Although I haven't gained much wealth on two occasions, it is still rich in experience."

"Since you are recruiting new people in Golden Ring Town, it means that you also want to go to the troll kingdom to dig for treasures? And I am an excellent guide and sentry."

"Of course, I hope that I will receive twice as much as an ordinary mercenary. After all, I face greater risks." After Womis said, she blinked playfully.

"I still think ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Corleone was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Very good! You will be a member of the Eagle Group from now on!" The deputy commander smiled and stood up with a "Huh!"

Corleone cursed secretly in his heart: "Damn, **** old ghost skull!"

However, after hearing that Womis had three adventures, Corleone felt that he could barely accept it. After two months had passed and the spring was beginning, he would definitely lead the team to the kingdom of trolls and make a lot of money.

Several batches of mercenaries and adventurers came one after another, but their "quality" was not good, and they were all politely rejected.

Then, Corleone and the others heard the bell from outside the house, indicating that something unexpected happened.

Corleone also picked up the chainsaw sword and strode out.

"Do you know what happened?" he asked a hurried passerby.

"I don't know! Maybe it's a monster attacking again, or a Viking looter who doesn't have eyes!"