People in the slums couldn't afford much money, and even went to the vicious land to rescue people, they only had three copper coins. But the problem is that when they reached the level of Beta, a few silver coins were no longer taken seriously. What's more important is how much experience can be obtained and how much reputation can be gained.

If they want to make money, they have other ways. Although they cannot be rich, it is still easy to ensure a high-quality life. After all, it is quite easy for professionals to be bodyguards or guards of large caravans.

Besides, the reputation of the Son of Gold is actually very good now.

Even if the Black Leaf incident happened, his reputation still did not really get lower.

NPCs are not stupid. Over the past year, they can understand the overall behavior of players. They are just a group of professionals who like to meddle in business and have a sense of justice. Sometimes their behavior is very strange and difficult to describe in words.

Even if the Black Leaf incident occurred, the other Golden Sons were chasing those Black Leafs, and there was no intention of covering up. If such a group was not trustworthy, then what group was there to trust?

Are goblins who are addicted to money and life?

Or is the succubus who claims to be honest and loyal?

So many times, actions are far more powerful than words.

When Sbala brought people to the slums, almost all members of the Silver Mercenary Group of the entire slums were swept out.

About forty people died and more than two hundred were seriously injured.

These people are all personnel from the bottom of the mercenary group. Killing a few has little impact on the mercenary group, but the lower-level personnel from the entire area have been cleaned up, which is the major event of removing the "foundation".

Sbala walked through several strongholds, either seeing several bodies, or members with broken legs on the ground were struggling in pain.

Instead of letting his men heal these lower-class members, he continued to look for the Son of Gold.

After all, at this time, "dividing troops" will reduce their combat effectiveness.

There were still many of their spies in the slums. Not long after, they quickly found Beta and the others based on the information of the minions.

This place is a small base of theirs, used to control the northern slums.

When they rushed over, they saw a minion crying and falling from the second floor, falling to the ground, and with a bang, blood splashed everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Spala looked up and then saw Li Lin carrying a giant sword and jumping down from the second floor with a grim smile.

With a loud thud, a small pit appeared on the ground, and more than twenty people were followed by Spala, but when he saw a barbarian's son of gold, he still did not dare to take the initiative to attack.

Until now, they seem to vaguely discover that their fear of the Son of Gold has always existed in their hearts.

The so-called "Son of Gold" restraint is because the "Son of Gold" wants to restrain himself, not because they are forced to restrain themselves.

If they really take action, they really have no way to do so.

At this time, Beta, Brazil and others slowly walked down from the second floor staira.

Especially Beta, walking in the front, he wiped his hands with a white handkerchief...the bloody hand.

Just rubbing blood, he walked slowly over.

Still smiling.

This picture gave this group of people a strong psychological impact.

They even developed a sense of viciousness that bad nobles were enjoying killing people.

"Aren't you afraid of turning into black leaves?"

Sbala said viciously.

His expression was even distorted to a bit of a nervous feeling.

Just an hour ago, he was satisfied and thought he had caught the weakness of the Son of Gold.

Being chased by the Temple of Life and the Temple of Light, the two most powerful sects in the world are chased by each other. Even if they are not Hei Yezi, they have to be a human being with their tails at all.

But what did these people do?

In fact, a massacre was launched in a slum.

Beta walked to Spala and smiled and said, "I'm quite scared."

"Then why are you?" Spala gritted her teeth and shouted in circumvently: "Why dare to kill so many people?"

Beta smiled: "Because we have taken the right to do this time, and we are not killing people casually. Those who have been captured by you and forced to become prostitutes, those who have been bullied by you, and those who have been persecuted by you are asking us to kill you."

"I still don't understand why you can kill civilians and ordinary people indiscriminately." Spala still cannot understand. Poor people are also human beings, not human beings, can they be called entrustment?

Shouldn't these poor people work for them?

"Can you still call an ordinary person by bullying men and women?" Beta shook his head.

At this time, Li Lin and others began to disperse and began to walk to their left and right wings, as if they wanted five people to surround them with more than a dozen of their professionals.

Sbala noticed this scene keenly, and he took a deep breath: "Okay, I will admit defeat this time. You can enter and exit Beichenlin freely."

Spala had his own considerations. He didn't understand why the Son of Gold is not afraid of turning into a black leaf now, but he understood that the other party was using this method to force himself and the mercenary group to force them to give up Beichenlin.

Although there are more people on their side, the morale gap between the two sides is too big. Besides, the Son of Gold is immortal, even if they win here, they will find a way to kill them back.

It is not advisable to be enemies with these people until they find a way to restrain them.

Sbala thought she had found it.

He took a few quick breaths, then lowered his eyebrows and slowly retreated.

They turned around and wanted to leave here, but at this moment, a blue figure slowly landed from the air.

It's Roland.

The location where he appeared was the only intersection.

This way, Spara and his men were completely blocked.

Sbala's face turned extremely ugly at this time: "What do you mean? We did not offend you, nor did we attack you. Are you really not afraid of turning black leaves?"

Sbala was becoming more and more surprised, and the word Black Leaf was his only support now, so he was like a drowning person, trying desperately to catch him.

"We dare to block you, and we will naturally dare to touch you." Beta smiled.

When Spala and his dozen of his professional subordinates heard this, their faces changed.

Finally, he turned his head suddenly and shouted beside the street: "You bitches, why don't you come out to help? Otherwise, when I go out, I will definitely charge you dozens of times the protection fee. If you hear it, come out quickly."

Sbala was still smart. He vaguely felt that these gold sons dared to touch him, but they might not dare to touch those untouchables. As long as these untouchables come out to protect them, the gold sons may not dare to move.

Although his logic found this result strange, it seemed to be the fact.

But as soon as Spala finished yelling, the low house where he could hear him shouting was closed. The local area closed the doors and windows.

It was one after another, and no fan was left behind.

Roland smiled when he saw this scene.

At this time, Spala, whose face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, even with crazy emotions in her eyes, turned around suddenly, and shouted as she charged forward Roland, "Run out from here first."

He is a warrior, and charge is a basic skill, but with a sound of rushing to Roland, he was stopped by a shield-holding magic doll.

After a crisp sound, the doll's body moved slightly, and the ordinary iron sword in Spala's hand stabbed on the magic shield, breaking inch by inch, and he himself also retreated several meters, his hands trembling.

The rest of the Silver Mercenary Group were about to catch up and fight side by side with Sbala, but how could Beta and the others just watch?

Li Lin rushed into the crowd first, turned his body directly, and started the "mobile windmill".

Brazil leaped back and shot at the bow and arrow, and the invisible black panther suddenly appeared, biting the leg of a profession, dragging it into the dark corner next to it like a wind, and then terrifying screams came out there.

Beta was holding a long sword and wanted to join the battle, but looking left and right, he found that Li Lin, a barbarian, died after a roundabout way.

There were scattered broken limbs and wreckage everywhere.

After Sbala was shaken back by Roland's magic doll, he quickly lowered his body and pulled out a protective short sword from his long shoes.

At this time, he had already heard the screams behind him, but now he could no longer care about these subordinates. If he didn't rush out, he would have to be a problem.

As soon as he pulled out the dagger, he suddenly saw a sharp red light sword slashing from his right, at a very fast speed.

He retreated in a hurry. After all, the warrior had a fast reaction and was about to leave the attack range this time, but the red light suddenly surged for several meters and slid directly from his chest.

Two steps back, Spala looked down at her chest in disbelief, then looked up at Roland.

His eyes began to dissipate rapidly, and his expression finally froze.

At this time, Roland was still slashing forward and holding a red seed knife that was at least fourteen meters long in his hands.

The blade of the Miaodao is a layer of blue, quite solid flame.

Then Roland stood up straight and dispersed the flame seedling knife in his hand.

At this time, Spala's body finally began from her chest and fell into two halves.

The cross-section of the two broken bodies was charred and no blood flowed out.

"What a weak master warrior!"

Roland found it a little incredible.

This guy can't be a master-level guy who relies on some special resources to build up, why is he so weak?

When Andonara was at the master level, she could still beat Roland up now, but she couldn't bear to bear it.

What's more, Andonara has now reached the legend, awakened the bloodline of the brave, and can even turn into a phoenix to fly in a short time. Not to mention one Roland, even five Rolands can't hold on to her for five minutes.

"It's not that he is weak, it's that you are too powerful. The 40-meter-long sword will cut the sky, the earth and the sentient beings. No one is afraid. He can't escape even if he runs ten meters first."
To be continued...