Chapter 72 Black Emblem

[The Giant has joined your team. ]

"Langzi, open the cell."

Ken handed the rattling copper key to the other party.

He would not be so stupid as to call the Giant's name. Kulunbona is very remote, and the names of the primitive tribes are basically inherited. The strange pronunciation becomes even more difficult to pronounce after being translated into Uma language.

"Those who want to challenge me, please line up. I will accept all of them, but you have to be quick. There is no time to delay in this ghost place now."

Ken picked up the battle axe, and fell into the shadows in a cold irony. No one dared to say a word.

Seeing that no one accepted the challenge, he walked back to the spearman.

The cold sweat had soaked the other party's coarse linen collar, and he was wrapped in dust like a gray ball.

"Not that bad, boss."

The Giant wanted to plead for mercy. He was relatively simple and showed a simple and honest spirit.

"Calm down. When the little guy is well, there will be more labor to carry the weight."

The spear leader did not say a word. The intense pain made his face red. He pressed his arms under his body, and seemed to have the urge to fight again.

Ken picked up the opponent and poured experience points into him.

The spear leader stood up again with all his limbs intact. He clenched the iron sheet, and as soon as he moved, he was pressed hard against the cage fence by the giant.

"Meng, enough."

The employer's strength and attitude have been expressed very clearly.

The spear leader could not break free.

He wanted to glare at his opponent, but he met Ken's calm and indifferent eyes. His thoughts were instantly seen through. His fists trembled, but his anger was constantly fading.

"Are you unwilling? To me, or to the Apostle Qibing..."

"Everyone has times when they are powerless."

Ken walked slowly to the steps, his tone was calm, but it hit every prisoner's heart.

"Failure, low point, weakness."

Combat boots clicked against the stone bricks as he climbed up the stairs.

"According to convention, you are the captives I bought, so as an employer, I ask you to escort a group of people to the Sandonkaya tribe."

Ken stood high enough and turned to look down at everyone, including the giants.

The black-skinned maids and guards made way against the wall to ensure that every guy who climbed out of the fence could immediately see the speaker's appearance.

"I promise!"

He suddenly shouted, like thunder falling on the wilderness.

"This will be the most difficult task in your life. The road is long, and the objects of protection are only refugees. They are hungry, tired, weak... just like your brothers and sisters who were once slaughtered!"

The dungeon was dark and depressing, and the prisoners' eyes reflected fire.

"The same village, the same life, the same enemy is about to invade."

Ken roared at the prisoners who bowed their heads.

"Be thankful. Not everyone has the chance to make up for their regrets."

Every word was tearing the scab in his heart, but he had to do it - only those who bleed and feel pain will cherish their lives more.

The guards were silent, and the strange atmosphere made their bones numb.

The maid was secretly surprised. She found that:

This group of captives was brewing a terrible power, like a simmering charcoal fire, and Ken, who was preaching from a high place, was the hottest flame.

This young man has more leadership than any employer she has ever seen!

Just listen to him continue.

"The dead souls awakened by the cold in the wilderness, recalled the blood and regret, and recalled the lingering shadows when they fell asleep late at night. Now, the refugees outside are uneasy, and their hope of survival will be on your shoulders..."

Ken took a long breath.

The prisoner grasped the chain, seeming to feel the empty responsibility. At the same time, a complex emotion surged in his heart. The two forces intertwined, ready to tear the depressed skin at any time.

"Hope is for the refugees. For you, the journey ahead is only ice slag and redemption!"

Ken's tone calmed down, but the power in his words did not diminish at all.

"I know that you are not all willing to face the war, but freedom itself requires a price. After experiencing so much inhuman suffering...

This time, don't lose again."

The totems on the ceiling and floor tiles shone, and the dim light made the dungeon like a purgatory in a fantasy.

For a long time, no other sound could be heard.

I don't know whose tears rolled into the dust first, and I don't know whose sobs broke the deadlock.

Then, the prisoners moved and bowed their heads to line up.

"Brutally decisive means, extremely wonderful speech."

The black-skinned maid came back to her senses, she bowed to Ken and expressed her admiration sincerely.

The guard unlocked the cabinet on the wall and took out various iron tools from it.

When they walked around Ken, they subconsciously lowered their heads, which was completely different from when they first entered the secret passage. The little sense of superiority that they had brought with Stephen in their hearts... was completely shattered.

Can't afford to offend.

The captives had been resold many times, and they were well versed in the process of buying and selling. Since they took the initiative to line up, it meant that they were willing to accept the employer's logo.

The guard selected a few pieces of cold metal, buckled them into the card slot, and then locked them to form a whole.

Their shapes were made into an ancient language in the North, and after abbreviations, symbols, and translations, they just represented the identity of "Ken Bouvier".

The black-skinned maid picked up the porcelain bottle on the table.

She mixed various complex potions, prepared a special liquid, and then applied it to the surface of the metal text.

"Don't cover the original part of this hand."

The captive at the front of the line spoke while leaning back to give up his right arm.

[Palotusbi's tattoos are very particular. They represent everyone's identity, past deeds, and firm beliefs. ]

Ken sat on the steps and was attracted by the other party's right arm at first sight - this is an orphan of Qiwen, a warrior who believes in the Winter Mother.

He is the tribal war banner, and under his gloves is the emblem that has been passed down from generation to generation in Santonkaya. When he beat the giant just now, the power of the old gods brought by the blue flame seemed to be felt by the other party.

But the warrior said nothing, just took the lead in queuing and chose to surrender first.

The iron block coated with potion kissed his skin, and the venom and secret arts brought a little stinging. When the thing was removed, the emblem had been left in the corresponding position.

Black, clear, representing loyalty.

The warrior turned and walked to the side and waited quietly. He saluted Ken from a distance, both to his employer and to the old gods in his heart.

The defense pressure is very high.

They had never seen such a slave trade scene:

There were no fully armed thugs nearby, the prisoners were honest and obedient, no sighs or exchanges could be heard, everyone just looked down at the shackles, checked the scars, and looked back at their past lives.

The dark emblem seemed to have a huge attraction.

The prisoners took the initiative to move forward and solemnly left it on their arms, backs of hands, and even chests and necks, and no one showed resistance.

[You have successfully gathered a group of warriors who are convinced by your charm. ]

A note popped up in front of Ken.

Based on his past experience, he guessed that he would unlock new permissions again.

[As a talented war banner in the North, you can name the team you personally formed to facilitate discipline and training, and also increase a sense of belonging. ]