Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

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The sailing boat slowly moved south, and after three full days of difficult sailing, it finally came to a small port.

During this period, Corleone also ran into a few polar bears. He chose to make a decisive move. After killing the polar bears, he planned to make some good bearskin coats.

At the moment, the Bloody Mary can only barely dock near the port.

Several guards came forward to negotiate, and after paying a little coin, it was able to pass smoothly.

This port belongs to the town of Golden Ring. Most of the residents of the town are Slavs. These people have brown, chestnut or golden hair and gray eyes.

In addition, many mercenaries and adventurers from the outside world use this as an outpost to enter the kingdom of trolls.

The daytime here is very short, and at night it will be engulfed by storms.

And the wasteland at night is full of crises, and no matter how stubborn the willpower is, the fighters would rather stay in the house.

As the group of people walked along the dilapidated path towards the distant villages and towns, the piercing north wind mixed with snowflakes swirled beside them.

The wall made of logs around the village gave them a sense of belonging, and finally they were no longer white.

The businessmen shivered in his fur coats, thanking that they finally saw the crowd.

People come and go in Jinhuan Town. There is also a coniferous forest nearby, which is lined with dense wooden houses. Mercenary unions and some chambers of commerce also settle here.

When Corleone and the others walked in, the guards behind the door raised their long bows and spears, and several snow dogs howled.

"Who are you, please show me your pass!"

"We are a new mercenary group, the Eagle Group. We want to rest in town tonight. Our merchant ship is over there."

"Remember to get the certificate from the mayor, or you will be kicked out." The guard kindly reminded them.

It seems that these guards are relatively easy to talk, but it is more likely that Corleone and the others look like they are not like an annoying lord.

The chainsaw sword with a length of more than 2 meters on the shoulders can scare away a group of people. . .

"Others have priority to find doctors and ship repairers, and Beep and Black Mamba to inquire about nearby news." Corleone gave orders to his men.

Then, he asked the people who survived on Blackstone Island: "What are your plans?"

"Hey, Blackstone Island no longer exists, and everything I have is gone. I wonder if your team is still short of people?" a human mage asked.

"Of course! I welcome you to join! The treatment of our Eagle Group is excellent, and you can go to the tavern to have a good chat."

In the end, 4 human wizards and 2 human elite fighters all temporarily joined the Eagle Group.

"Your Excellency Corleone, we have other plans, so we won't be with you." General Cazzola politely refused to join his team.

The same is true for the remaining dwarves, who plan to return to the Iron Hills Kingdom, although it will take nearly a year.

"Okay, that guy will go to the tavern to have a good drink, to celebrate our aftermath."

"You are right, then we'll come here first, and we will meet there later."

After everyone entered the town, the iron-clad gate was closed. In extremely cold places, those Viking predators would often haunt nearby, and evil monsters would also come quietly.

If you want to survive here, you must always be ready to fight, otherwise in the next second, you may lose your head.

There was snow that was swept away by the streets in the town, and the ground was frozen as hard as iron plates.

Corleone originally planned to go to the tavern first, but it was more important to find the mayor to open it, so they walked towards the tallest building in the town.

The roof of this house is a red arch, and there are several tall guards at the door.

After showing his intention, only a few people were allowed to enter without weapons.

Soon, Corleone met the young mayor, who looked less than 25 years old.

The mayor has a stylish beard, is about 1.9 meters tall, and looks like a tough guy, but he is full of alcohol.

He wears a bearskin hat with rubies on his head, and is wearing a thick fur coat. There is a steel chain mail inside. A sharp hatchet and a flintlock hair hang around his waist. pistol.

There is also a dovetail shield hung on the wall with two red and white tomahawks and gray wings carved on it. This is the mayor’s family coat of arms.

This mayor is the current master of Golden Ring Town, Nicholas IV, a powerful ice bear rider, whose strength has reached a high-level epic.

His expression is quite serious, in line with the character of the Slavs, and not very popular.

After Corleone came in, he expressed his intentions and handed him the proof of the Eagle Group.

"Mercenary? Are you here again to pursue wealth?"

"Remember, there is only one rule for me. It is forbidden to kill, rob, rape, or **** in the town. Outside the town, don't care about me what you want."

Nicholas then asked, "How long do you plan to stay here?"

However, his vision has never left Corleone, his left hand has been tightly holding the axe handle.

As an excellent bear rider, he could feel a strong and deadly threat from Corleone.

"Damn it, where is this big brother, the Eagle Group? How come I have never heard of it." Nicholas thought helplessly in his heart.

"We lived here because of an accident, and we don't plan to stay long. As long as the sailboat is repaired, we will continue to go south."

Corleone walked to the wall leisurely, knocked on the shield with his hand, and found that the material was quite fine.

"It's really good equipment, and only such scars can be worthy of it." Corleone looked at the traces of the sword on the shield and praised casually.

"That is the battle shield of my ancestor, Nicholas I. He used this shield to kill a snow giant alive." The mayor said proudly.

"That's really a powerful knight." Corleone knew what strength the Snow Giant had. This was what he learned in class when he was a slave gladiator ~www.readwn.com~Snow Giant], The giant subspecies has been living in the cold Northland valleys for a long time. It has extremely thick fur, which makes them less afraid of ordinary weapon attacks. They are tall and heavy, making them very cruel opponents.

Looking at the young mayor in front of him, Corleone even raised a sense of war. This is a worthy opponent, no worse than his ancestors.

But this was not the purpose of Corleone's coming, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so the legendary aura disappeared.

"Smoking a cigar?" Corleone took a cigar from his arms and put it on the table.

"Hehe, I have this, do you want something?" Instead, the mayor took out a large bottle of vodka from the drawer, put it heavily on the table, and then passed a wine glass over.

The mayor just thought that the aura that Corleone had released was to give him power.

Now, he finds the place back.

Humph, when it comes to drinking, no one is my Nicholas opponent, not even a dwarf!