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Hearing this sentence, Svengol's feet became soft and he almost fell to the ground. If this continues, the mercenary group should be renamed the thieves group.

In order not to allow the skeleton to carry forward the behavior of robbery, Svengol began to explain the disadvantages of the behavior of robbery.

"Robbery is a method of illegally occupying other people's property by violent means. This is very bad. Because others lose their property, they will naturally hate you very much. Then they always think about how to take revenge, openly cause trouble for you, secretly ask killers to assassinate you, and even go to the mercenary public to issue tasks to ask mercenaries to encircle you. There are many ways. Even if you are very powerful, you don't want to cause trouble for others all day long." Svengol tightly pulled the black dragon and said endlessly.

Is this like this? It is indeed a bit troublesome when you think of the constant stream of mercenary killers wandering around you. The black dragon said tentatively: "Catch it, kill it?" Killing people to silence them is a good way. Dead people will never come to cause trouble.

Svengol was shocked again: "That would be even worse. The robbery was nothing but external things. This kind of hatred could be reconciled. But if you kill someone, it would be an irreconcilable hatred. It would be endless. The victim will die. But he still has relatives, friends, parents and relatives. Then so many people come to trouble you, it would be even more troublesome." Svengol persuaded him earnestly, and smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he would be a master and would have a day to persuade others not to kill. It seems that he really has the talent to be a missionary.

Black Dragon stared at Svengol's eyes woodenly. Although what he said made sense on the surface, Black Dragon always felt that this was not his real thought.

But now Black Dragon can only believe what he said. After all, Svengol is much more familiar with this human society.

The Thunder Mercenary Group is a relatively famous mercenary group in the south. It is the same level mercenary group as the Fire Fox Mercenary Group that Black Dragon and others saw a few days ago. The total number of people in the group is more than 7,000, more than 30 magicians, and more than 100 intermediate swordsmen. However, these are not the main force of the Thunder Mercenary Group. Their real main force is a berserker unit with a number of up to 200, all composed of dwarves, called Thunder Hammer.

Dwarves are a race on the continent whose population is second only to humans. The people of this race are short, with the highest being no more than 1.5 meters, but they are strong and have a very long lifespan. The longest-lived dwarves can even live to 1,300 years old.

Dwarves are all natural warriors and craftsmen. An adult dwarf, even without systematic training, can compete with the basic human swordsman. They are born with divine power and are good at using heavy weapons such as hammer, axe, mace, etc., and are very powerful. The Berserker Dwarf is the most terrifying warrior among dwarves. After systematic training, an adult dwarf is likely to understand a dwarf's natural racial skill - madness. This skill has two magical effects, bloodthirsty and stone skin. Stone skin can keratinize the dwarf's skin and enhance its ability to resist strikes, while bloodthirsty can double their strength, and at the same time become fearless and immortal. After a dwarf becomes crazy, his strength can increase by three or four times.

The Berserker is the most powerful army of dwarves. Together with the heavy cavalry of humans and the elves' demon archers, they are called the three ultimate arms of the continent.

The Dwarf Tank is the general manager of the Synn City branch of the Thor Mercenary Corps. Synn City is not the headquarters of the Thor Corps. However, as the most prosperous commercial city in the south, Thor has cast a lot of people here, with a total number of up to 1,000 people, including a fifty-man dwarf war team.

The tank is nominally the general manager of Syin City, but in fact he is only responsible for the armed forces of the branch and does not care about anything else. Most dwarves are only interested in ale, combat and forging, and the same is true for tanks. When they see the dazzling array of bills, task lists, etc., the tanks have a headache. He has given all these things to the humans in the regiment, and he stays in the camp outside the city all day long while drinking ale, while practicing the force in the regiment.

Today, the tanks were standing on the training ground of the camp, carrying a glass of ale, roaring loudly, and teams of strong warriors were training enthusiastically on the training ground, including humans, dwarves, and elves. These people were all very strong without exception. Even elves known for their weakness, their muscles could be better than those of beautiful marble sculptures. But the most eye-catching one of them was one of the dwarves.

These dwarf spirits are naked, their muscles are intertwined, with clear edges and corners, like knife cutting, wheat-colored skin color, and a feeling of steel casting. These are the dwarfs, one of the three ultimate troops in the world.

They held training weapons that were larger than their bodies, waving them effortlessly, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air made the entire training ground full of murderous aura.

The tank looked at the dwarfs and nodded with satisfaction, then turned to the human elves and non-beat warriors on the field and roared harder. The tank itself is also a dwarf warrior, and he knows the strength of the berserkers. If each member of his group can have the strength of these dwarfs, it will be easy to become the number one mercenary group on the mainland.

There was a noise coming from the camp gate, and one or two screams and curses could be heard. When hearing these sounds, the tank's first reaction was: There was a quarrel! ** The conflict between the members of the group in the camp of a hundred people was very common, and quarrels and fights were endless, but this was absolutely not allowed for the tank. He couldn't help but feel angry, and turned around and walked towards the door.

The noise was getting louder and louder. Before the tankers arrived, they started to yell: "What are you quarreling? I don't exist anymore!" The tanks were extremely strict and members were never allowed to quarrel with each other. As long as they were caught, no matter which side was right or wrong, they would never give up easily. Therefore, there were very few fights in the camp. The members of the group respected and feared him. Although his people had not arrived, the roar made all the noise disappear without a trace in an instant.

Turning over the last set of tents, I could finally see the entrance of the camp, but the scene I saw made the tank furious.

Dozens of members of the mercenary group were lying in the open space in front of the camp gate. The tank recognized these people as members who were resting today. They were only wearing a piece of ragged underwear, with a bruised nose on their faces and moaning on the ground. The therapist in the camp had arrived and was healing them one by one.

"What's going on!!!" the tank roared.

It is very common for the members of the group to go to the city to play, causing trouble. Many people beat people to run back to the camp to bring reinforcements, but they have never been as embarrassed as they are today. They are not only beaten to the face and swollen nose, but even their clothes and armor and weapons are stripped away. This is no longer a simple fight, but an insult, a complete insult. If others know that the mercenaries of the Thunder God Mercenary Group are stripped away completely, what are the faces to see when they are heard?

"How many people are there?" Tank was furious and asked loudly. If it was a normal fight, the tank would not bother with such things. After returning to the camp, the tank would train these people twice as much as they did, so that they would not have the strength to eat. It would see how they had the strength to fight with others. But this time the other party did too much. It was not counting when the people fought, and they also snatched all the equipment. Each set of equipment was worth about fifty gold coins, which was also a considerable loss for a first-level mercenary group like Thunder. What made him even more angry was the embarrassing appearance of his own group members, even his underwear was torn. After running back like this, he would not know how many people became a laughing stock.

One of the mercenaries who were beaten up stammered for a few times, and when the tank turned blue and was about to beat someone, he said hesitantly: "They have... fifteen people."

Fifteen to thirty-one, my pants fell off. No wonder this leader was hesitant, probably he felt that he had no shame to see others.

Tank found that he was a little urge to be crazy. He lost so miserably against 31, which was really a shameful face for Thunder God. Fortunately, he didn't know that there were four other people on the other side who didn't take action. In fact, it should be 11 to 31, with a strength of nearly one to three. The leader cleverly avoided the duration of the battle. If Tank knew that his people would beat them all down in less than a minute with the absolute advantage of 3 to one, he might really go crazy.

"Bad!" The tank jumped angrily and kicked the leader to the ground. Although the tank was very strict in its rules, it still cared about its subordinates and rarely hit people, but now he was really angry.

"Who are they? Where are they now?" Tank suppressed his anger and asked loudly. When he knew that the other party was just a junior mercenary, Tank could no longer help kicking all these guys down. After asking some important questions, Tank threw a sentence: "You guys, start training to double tomorrow." Then he turned and left.

Thor is indeed a first-level mercenary group with strict discipline and well-trained. Three minutes later, fifty dwarfs and fifty elite mercenaries gathered together. Although the tank was angry, it was not dizzy. Although the mercenaries who were beaten were not the most elite members of the group, they were not weak. There were only fifteen people on the other side, but they beat him down more than thirty mercenaries without any injuries. Their strength would definitely not be too weak. So for the sake of insurance, the tank brought all the dwarfs with him at once. This time he went to find a place to save face. If he beat him back, he would really have no shame to see anyone.

All dwarves rode on goats. Most of the dwarves' hometowns are in some hilly and mountainous areas. The terrain is undulating and not suitable for ordinary horses to gallop. Therefore, the dwarves' mounts are generally goats or mountain horses that go up and down the mountain. However, although the dwarves have amazing gravity, their speed is too slow. Ordinary dwarves are used to riding goats. This habit cannot be changed even when they reach the settlements of humans in the plains, or they are unwilling to change or not. The dwarves' stubbornness is equally famous in the world as their craftsmanship.

The goat's explosive power is amazing, but its endurance is insufficient, and in general it is about the same speed as ordinary horses. Elite mercenaries from other races also rode on their mounts, and a group of hundreds of people rushed towards Sein City.

In the tavern next to the Mercenary Guild, the tank overturned a table and then fiercely pressed the owner of the tavern to the ground. When humans threatened others, they were used to pulling the other party's collar, but the dwarf was too short and could only push the other party down and then pull it.

The owner of the tavern told the fight tremblingly, but his hands pressed the five gold coins in his arms. The five gold coins were compensated for the lost items of the tavern. His tavern actually only broke a table and a few wine glasses, which were not worth five gold coins at all. So the owner of the tavern, who had collected so much money, felt guilty. While telling the story, he did not forget to defend the mercenaries who beat people. He swore a swearing statement that the group of people who were beaten first was the one who was beaten. He heard the tank's face turned red and white, and decided to go back and add more information to the shameful guys.

At this time, a mercenary walked to Tank and said a few words. Tank's face changed again. He threw the owner of the tavern, rushed out of the tavern like a wind, and rushed straight to the equipment store next to him.

Seventeen sets of fine equipment were considered a considerable business. The owner of the equipment store was wiping the armor with a smile, renovating the old marks on it, and buying a good price in an attempt. Suddenly, the tank that was rushing in by the fierce evil spirit really scared him.

The old routine was toppled down and pull the collar. The sudden change scared the fat boss to his face turn pale.

"Where did these equipment come from?" The tank was so angry that he couldn't find the real owner. He could hardly help it.

Before the fat boss could answer, he continued to ask: "Where are those people? You are so brave. You dare to collect our Thor equipment."

Who in the south has never heard of the name of Thunder God? The fat boss's face turned pale, and sweat burst out on his forehead. The sign on the armor had long been wiped out by Svengol with magic. He knew that this was Thunder God's armor. Who is so bold to sell Thunder God's armor?

He trembled and told what he knew. The tank threw the fat boss off again and said viciously: "This batch of equipment is not allowed to be sold. Our Thor is reclaimed at the original price." The mercenary world has rules in the mercenary world, and there is a head of injustice and debt, so we must not harm the fish. Even if this equipment originally belonged to Thor, the boss got it according to the normal path, so Thor can only buy it back with money according to the normal procedure, otherwise it will be bullied by the mercenary world, and may even be involved in lawsuits.

The fat boss dared not agree, and nodded quickly.

Several mercenaries walked in, walked to the tank and said a few words.
Chapter completed!