Chapter 43 Conflict at the Gate

Without killing, the night of the grassland is quiet and peaceful.

The night was dark. Leon stood by the small bonfire, lit a cigar for himself, and looked up at the starry sky.

Bloody battle and ** do. Like love, smoking a cigarette after that always feels wonderful, but it's a pity that the stock in his waist pocket has bottomed out, and this homemade cannon is one less.

In the tent next to Leon, Aklan, Rock Hammer and others were immersed in sleep. Only he could not calm down, so he took the initiative to shoulder the duty of vigil.

The cold night wind blows through the hills, and there is still a faint smell of blood in the air, which may attract real wolves on the grassland, so we must be vigilant all night.

The wind was cold to the bone, but Leon's chest was hot. He smoked the cigar fiercely and threw the only cigarette butt into the fire.

Leon stretched out his hand and gently pulled away his leather armor. Under the reflection of the firelight, the tiger's head tattoo on his chest was as red as blood, protruding from his skin, as if to roar.

Under normal circumstances, the tiger head tattoo will change from dark blue to bright red only when Leon's power breaks out or the emotion is extreme, but the current situation is very different.

Since he crossed the Nucang River and stepped on the Hulun grassland, the tattoo on his body seemed to have woken up from a deep sleep, and the mysterious power in it emanated all the time, spreading all over his body into Leon's skin, blood, muscle and bones and viscera little by little.

It is slowly refining Leon, making Leon's refined body become stronger, more powerful, react faster, and have stronger resistance!

This change is not immediate, but Leon can really feel its effect.

Today, Leon can finally be sure that the tiger head tattoo is the reason why he became much stronger than before after he crossed into this world.

"It will be your body protection totem, which will give you strength and courage, and change your fate!"

The words of the tiger-headed tattoo maker and Miao witch sounded in Leon's mind, as if she had said it in his ear again. Leon still remembers the smiling expression on her face when she said this.

Who can dominate my fate?

Reon felt that on this land, there was a force in the dark that awakened his protective totem, implying his involvement with this land.

And he also has a vague understanding that what this body protection totem can give himself is not just as simple as now!

He clicked a cigar again, and Leon's thoughts drifted into the distance with the night wind.

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At dawn, the team set foot on the journey again.

With the new mounts seized, the speed of the team has accelerated a lot.

Everyone is divided into a horned horse. Although it is more difficult to control a horned horse than a gray camel, it is not difficult to master them after some time.

Two days later, Leon and others successfully crossed the Twilight Mountains.

Ahead is a vast plain, which is the core area of the southwestern province of the Kingdom of Bemon, inhabited by hundreds of thousands of orcs and many ethnic groups.

Leaving the Twilight Mountains, roads appear. On both sides of the road, you can also see the reclaimed farmland and scattered villages and farmhouses scattered on the plains.

To the northeast, there are more pedestrians and caravans on the road.

The local customs of the Kingdom of Bemeng are very different from that of the human race. There are all kinds of ethnic groups among pedestrians. The fierce lion-like tiger descendants, the fierce and vigorous wolf-like leopard-like, the beautiful fox-like rabbit-like, and the honest Malay sheep-like... made Leon very eye-opening.

Interestingly, including the rock hammer, Leon and others have seen some orcs for the first time, and they still rely on Wally's guidance to figure it out.

Most of these beasts have tails. Looking at the tail is the simplest way to distinguish them, but many orcs hide their tails in their clothes, which needs to be distinguished from other physical details.

In order to familiarize himself with the situation of the Kingdom of Bemon as soon as possible, Leon asked Wally a lot of questions.

And Wally told him as much as he knew. Since the night of the Battle of Xiaoqiu, his attitude towards Leon has been much more respectful.

What impressed Leon most was that the folk customs of the Kingdom of Bemeng were quite strong.

Along the way, he can see the scene of fighting from time to time, especially those soldiers who pull out their fists when they don't agree. You come and I fight happily.

Normally, such a martial kingdom should be full of blood. How could it give up a large area of territory in the south to the elves, so that the tribes left behind in the whistling forest would be persecuted and bullied, and even the strength can only be regarded as ordinary gobls.

This problem was buried in Leon's heart.

The team continued to walk on the plains of Southwest Province for three days.

"Look, that's Tomond City!"

The guide Wally pointed to the front and shouted with a little excitement.

Although he has been back and forth many times on this business road, the boredom of the long journey is always annoying. Seeing that the destination is in front of him, his mood is naturally different.

Tomond City! The capital of the southwestern province of the Kingdom of Bemon!

This city standing on the plain is very special. It is built around a mountain. The buildings of houses extend from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain. The inner and outer urban areas are distinguished by tall walls. The scale of the city is far greater than that of the city of Farrell.

From the mountainside to the top of the mountain is a dense forest. You can clearly see the road from the forest to the top of the mountain, and above the top of the mountain, there is a towering temple.

In the sunshine, the temple building reflects a light golden light, which is awe-inspiring from afar.

"I heard that all the orc temples are built on the top of the mountains, so that the devout shaman priests can better listen to the metaphors of the gods, and the city is built around the mountain, so that all the people can enjoy the protection of the temple..." Aklan muttered, "Today I finally saw what is recorded in the book with my own eyes."

"Okay, don't be stunned. Go to the city and watch it slowly!" Leon patted him on the shoulder and said.

The mage touched his head with some embarrassment.

"Boss, my task has been completed here. Please sign the task book!" Wally took out a small scroll and handed it to Leon.

When he first joined the team, he thought that the leader was Aklan. Later, he learned that the real master was Leon and thought it was Leon who went to the mercenary union for the task.

His original task was to lead Leon's team to Tomond City. Now Tomond City is ahead, and the task is naturally over.

Aklan reached out and unfolded the scroll, took out the quill pen from the carry-on bag, signed the name and a line of small words on the scroll, and finally took out a silver badge and pressed it hard on it.

After finishing, he returned it to Wally: "Thank you for accompanying me all the way. I gave an excellent evaluation!"

"Thank you!" Wally salutes Leon and Aklan respectively with his right hand: "I wish you all the best!"

"Take this horned horse away, which is also the booty you deserve!" Leon said with a smile.

He has a good impression of this senior mercenary and is professional and calm. Although he said in advance that he would not participate in the battle, he did not escape from the battle that night. Instead, he shot two thieves with a crossbow.

For such a performance, it is completely right to send a horned horse.

"Thank you, boss!" Wally was stunned for a moment and felt a little more grateful: "If there is a chance, I look forward to working with you again!"

With this horned horse, he will undoubtedly return to Farrell much faster.

Not every employer will be so generous. Those businessmen can't wait to earn every copper coin spent, so how can they give extra money?

After parting ways with Wally, Leon and others continued along the road.

Soon, they arrived at the gate of Tormond City.

It's almost dusk now, and there are not many people entering the city, but when they entered the city, they were stopped by two tiger soldiers guarding the gate.

"The caravan of the bear race and the human race are rare!"

A tiger warrior glanced at Leon and others, with a trace of disdain and ridicule in his eyes: "Is it your first time to come to Tomond City? Don't you understand the rules?"

"What rules?" The rock hammer was a little annoyed by his eyes, and he asked angrily, "You can talk about it!"

He is burly and strong, and he is condescending on the corner horse, and his words are very intimidating.

But the tiger warrior was not afraid at all. He held his head high and said, "The caravan has to pay the city tax when entering the city. We orcs don't have to pay it, and the lower clan must pay it!"

"And..." He stared at the rock hammer and looked more contemptuously: "Except for warriors and shamans, the lower clan can't ride horses when they enter the city. You all come down!"

"What kind of broken rule is this!" The rock hammer was furious.

He grew up in the whistling forest. This is the first time he has traveled with Leon. Although he is an orc, he doesn't know anything about the situation of the Kingdom of Bemon.

Originally, I thought that when I arrived at the territory of the orcs of the Kingdom of Bimon, it was like returning to my hometown. I didn't expect to be embarrassed at the gate of the city, and I was naturally depressed.

"Let's get down..." Leon pressed the rock hammer and didn't let him attack on the spot.

The dispute at the gate of

has attracted the attention of many people. Although the other party's attitude makes Leon equally angry, if the other party takes the rules and rules, if he really wants to make trouble, it is definitely his own group of people who suffer losses.

"How much city tax do we have to pay?" Leon asked lightly and took the initiative to jump off the horse.

"One sand camel and one gold coin, you ten sand camels have to pay ten gold coins!"

Seeing that Leon seemed to be soft, the tiger warrior proudly spread out his palms to him.

Ten gold coins!

Leon didn't move, but his ears heard whispers from the onlookers.

His expression immediately changed - the tiger is not powerful, you really think you are a sick cat!

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