Chapter 73 Heila, Arthur

"Strange combination, huh."

Ken sat on the steps and complained about his team. As a leader, he shook his head in self-mockery. A few echoing, unskilled laughs came from the corner.

"Prisoners? No. Your new identity is 'Heila'. Don't be proud. You must remember that you are the most fierce knife of Santonkaya and must be used to resist the most desperate enemies."

[La] in Uma language describes the shape of rising flames.

The Apostle of Lacquer Ice is ruthless ice, a madman pursuing death. Ice can penetrate flames, and will also be burned and melted by the will of revenge!

[Successfully formed the first formation, named "Heila", please invest appropriate resources to cultivate it. ]

[Leader: Ken Bouvier]

[Team size: 10]

The front of the stairs was filled with black lamas with emblems, each of whom was extraordinary: a fisherman who was good at water, a brave warrior, a strong giant, a hunchbacked beastman...

Ken saw guys from different tribes and professions.

They had experienced a rough fate, and they could not be compared with ordinary soldiers in terms of temperament or strength. It was indeed the best choice to form a small team alone.

If the [Wolf Riders] were steel swords that were polished step by step.

Then Black La was a semi-finished product of wild growth, a demon sword that won by surprise.

While waiting, Ken couldn't help looking into the depths of the dungeon.

There were still circular steps there, which could go down deeper into the ground. The entrance was half sealed by stone bricks, and there seemed to be blood-stained secret formations on the scattered debris.

He could imagine:

The builders were terrified and frantically trying to block the building, as if they were afraid that something would climb up.

[You stared at the end of the dungeon, which was dark and lifeless. ]

"Sorry, it's too dangerous inside, and I haven't even explored all the shelves."

The black-skinned maid reminded appropriately.

She bowed and pointed to the ancient lantern on the table, as if hinting to the other party that the guy who could draw power from the flames lived below.

Ken nodded and put away his thoughts of taking risks.

Silena once said that the tide of the dead was about to hit, and she had to return to Sandon Kaya as soon as possible.

...

After a long time, the lantern illuminated the revolving stone staircase.

First came the maid with soft and delicate steps, followed by Ken. Behind him, shadows were densely packed, and the black people followed slowly, walking out of the silent and dim prison.

The crowd passed through the passage.

The captives on both sides stared at the team blankly, with complicated emotions in their eyes. The poison made most people feel hopeless, and the spell controlled the prisoners' emotions at all times.

"Keep going, don't be affected."

Ken was not shaken at all.

He had his own view of good and evil and code of conduct.

He was neither sentimental enough to sympathize with everyone, nor absolutely cruel.

The Heilas tried not to look at those resentful, jealous, and desperate eyes, lowered their heads and walked forward, feeling the sting of the new emblem.

The garrison was responsible for leading the way, and they had to take other secret passages of the hundred-item rack.

"If you leave here, you can reach the back of the village as soon as possible. Your station has been quite lively recently. Be careful on the road. In addition, please allow me to convey Mr. Stephen's blessings."

The black-skinned maid bowed and tapped her legs, performing the etiquette of the southern border countries.

"Goodbye, Mr. Ken, I look forward to seeing you next time."

The guards stood on both sides and inserted the special key into the card slot at the same time, and the door of the secret passage was completely opened.

Ken returned the greeting and took the lead to step forward.

After everyone entered and the door was locked behind him, he carefully observed the surroundings: the solid square bricks made of sandstone and the loose walls were worrying, fearing that it would fall on his head with the dust.

"Well, boss, I want something."

It was difficult to see the human figure in the secret passage, but this kind of awkward voice could only be made by the giants.

"Speak."

"Give me the weapon, I will rob you and return it to you. The tradition of Kulunbona is a thick stick with copper, but I don't ask for much, anything heavy enough will do."

"Listen,"

Ken turned around and punched him in the vitals in the dim environment.

"If you dare to rob casually, I guarantee that you won't even have a stone!"

The Heilas blinked, and then they felt something fall down beside them, followed by a faint cry of pain.

"To work, you need something."

The spear leader said in a cold tone: "With weapons, we can kill people and protect people."

Ken remembered that his name seemed to be [Meng].

"With contributions, there will be resources, and the employer will not be stingy, but now, with our status, are we really qualified to ask for so much?"

A fourth voice came from the dark passage.

Ken expanded his gray vision and found that it was the warrior who believed in the Winter Mother who was speaking.

Meng clenched his small iron sheet, took a deep breath of the dusty air, and completely concealed his movements, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

He stared at the other person's neck like a beast, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

"Try it."

Ken warned sternly.

Most people in the dark passage did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

They had no gray vision, and only a few people knew what had happened.

"We're here."

Ken said, turning the hidden corner and walking out of the long-abandoned field in Duwa Village.

The morning light was gentle and hazy. The earliest caravan had just set off, and the workers near the waterwheel were just about to start working.

Time passed quickly.

After leaving the Forge Valley in Malengu, Ken followed Selina to the Hundred Items Rack and stayed in the dungeon for a whole night.

It was already the next morning, and the guys who wanted to compete for [Morning and Dusk] might appear at any time.

"It's time," he said. "Let's go, let's leave here."

The long-term imprisonment made the Heilas not very accustomed to the sun. Many of them leaned over to grab the snow, using the cold to suppress the pain in their foreheads and eyes.

"Who is he?"

The beast tamer was the oldest, but he recovered first. He pointed to the distance and asked in a low voice.

Ken looked through the mist drifting out of the [Silent Forest] and saw a giant cargo box on the side of the road. In the cold north wind, someone was sitting next to it, seemingly waiting.

[Character: Arthur]

[Identity: War Forger]

[The warmer of the fire, a craftsman with outstanding talent, talent and perseverance. ]

Ken and Heila walked over.

Arthur stood up silently. He was completely different from yesterday morning. His eyes had been freed of impetuousness, and he seemed to be able to focus on an object or a flame at any time.

"In just one day, it's like a new life?"

Ken noticed the bandages on Arthur's arms and neck, and his skin color dropped by two degrees overall.

"The wound must be very uncomfortable. Sorry, the situation is urgent. You must make a decision now whether to leave or stay. I won't force you. If..."

"Well, let's go."

Arthur interrupted Ken.

He declined the help of the giant and carried the huge package on his own. There was no pain or complaint on his face, and his mental state seemed a little bit off.

[Recruiting a follower, a legendary craftsman, will help you a lot in your development. ]