Chapter 354 353. Sister Pomegranate: This person’s boxing skills are not inferior to mine!

"Boss Turner, you are so majestic today! You really killed the arrogance of these Transians."

After the boxing match, the mysterious winter wolf monk Turner put on his hood again and was guided by members of the Blood Rat Gang to a secret stronghold in the sewers.

This is the rest place Dorothy specially prepared for him, the "favorite" to win the championship.

Because of Turner's outstanding performance today, Maxim also believed that he had passed the "selection" and could temporarily escape his status as a prisoner and freely choose how to start a new life in Transia.

This can definitely be regarded as a realistic template of "one person can achieve enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven", because of Turner's outstanding performance alone, the small group of rebels and soldiers around him also received preferential treatment from the Blood Rat Gang.

Of course, this is not just the benefit that Turner has earned for his younger brothers.

As a former captain of the Winter Wolves, although Turner has experienced some things that changed his life and destiny, he also has standards for choosing his "little brother".

He doesn't want anyone, and the worst consequences for a real scumbag who dares to approach him casually is to have their bones broken.

Although the guys who were welcoming his victorious return were all "rebels" in name, Turner actually knew that these guys were actually just "victims" of internal fighting among military factions.

They have never betrayed their country.

Just because her superiors failed in the factional struggle, she was implicated and deprived of her military status, and was thrown to a construction site in the wilderness to build the railway that had "swallowed" too many lives. The reforms carried out by the wolf girl in the country will touch her heart.

The interests of many people then led to stronger backlash. Against the background of this changing situation, these brave soldiers who came from civilian backgrounds were simply unable to control their own destiny.

As for the label "soldier", I really can't explain it too much.

Nordtov's domestic military reform is far from complete, and for an old-style army, the measure of military discipline is always quite magical.

Turner was surrounded by people and walked into this sewer stronghold which was not spacious but was very clean. The attentive boys immediately brought chairs and propped up the table, and cut up the steaming hot porridge with dried frozen fish and a few pieces.

He brought some dried meat and fruits to the boss, and then left in a wise manner.

Only one or two people were left to accompany the boss.

They all know that Boss Turner is a capable person and he usually doesn't like to communicate with others.

Turner had become accustomed to the enthusiasm of his younger brothers. The journey from the wilderness to Transia with them also made him no longer resist their pursuit, and he began to eat silently as usual.

The two guys standing next to him, one tall and one short, who were full of rough vibes, were actually the real backbone of this small group.

"How was your discussion with the Blood Rat Gang?"

After Turner took a few mouthfuls of porridge, he picked up the fruit, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and asked casually.

He actually doesn't care about this issue.

But the hard work of these guys along the way made him want to repay this kind of purposeful kindness. Faced with Turner's inquiry, the tall rebel leader Sharif answered with unconcealable joy:

"Thanks to you, boss, the Blood Rat Gang is very polite to us. Their leader, 'Razor' Dorothy, met with Zach and I in person. As you expected, they are short of people now, so I hope we can join

The conditions offered by the Blood Rat Gang are very generous."

"It's not just me."

Turner smiled.

After learning that his partners along the way would have a good future, he was relieved. Although he only used these guys as "props" to hide his identity, after all, they were all men from the army, and he couldn't do it either.

Throw it away when finished.

"You also performed quite well in other games today. When I first came back, I looked at the records. Zach won seven games, and the other brothers also defeated their opponents. Even without me, the Blood Rat Gang can do it.

See your value.

We also asked about it in Bataxin. The Blood Rat Gang is an organization that serves the Blood Vulture Clan. If you join them, it will be equivalent to establishing a foothold in Transia.

A new life is just around the corner.

But what happens after that is up to you."

He finished the fruit in a few mouthfuls and threw the dried meat into the porridge and devoured it.

As a monk, eating meat is not a commandment, and his appetite is also very good, which is fully worthy of his power.

Sharif and Zach looked at each other. After patiently waiting for the boss to finish his meal, the tall Sharif spoke:

"Boss, we don't expect you to stay with us forever. Although you never said much about the reason why you came to Transia along the way, everyone believes that you must be here for business.

Along the way, it was said that we were helping you hide your identity, but in fact you were the one taking care of us.

Without the protection of you and other masters, those of us who are in trouble would not even be able to get out of the wilderness. Although we have no ability and cannot be of great help to you, if you need it again in the future, just say a word.

, Brothers are absolutely willing to follow you up mountains of swords and seas of fire."

"right."

Zach, who is not very good at language arts, also chimed in:

"Actually, our original intention was not to join the Blood Rat Gang. If you are willing to continue to lead us, we don't have to bow to the Transians."

Upon hearing this, Turner, who was taking the last mouthful of porridge, suddenly stopped.

A trace of pain and helplessness flashed through his weathered eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he took out a badge with knife marks from his arms and placed it in front of Sharif and Zach.

The two former sergeants were in awe when they saw this thing. They both recognized it as the badge of the elite reconnaissance force of the Winter Wolf Legion.

"Someone said the same thing to me last time."

Turner stretched out his hand and touched the scarred military emblem, and said hoarsely:

"I made a promise to those good men who were willing to follow me. I declared that I would lead them to do a real career, to devote themselves to the motherland and gain glory. However, less than seven days after I swore the oath,

All my brothers died there.

Ah, I still can't forget the scene when I was carried out of the pile of dead people by Master Yuri.

I still can't forget how important that shameful failure cost us.

Sharif, and Zach.

I cannot respond to your expectations because I have not yet paid off the heavy responsibility entrusted to me by those who once trusted me. Until that burden is lifted, I am just a person burdened with debt and must go on the road alone.

The god of the north wind guided me to Transia. What I seek is here. I can't involve other people.

This is a terrible death vortex!

I have to do this alone.

If you believe me, then stay as far away from me as possible from now on, and live your hard-earned second life.

Never participate in those high-level games again. You may not be able to return to your hometown, but the future of Transia is not yet determined.

This place full of threats may also become a place of hope and a pure land."

Turner smiled bitterly.

He put away the military emblem, patted Sharif and Zach on the shoulders, and said:

"If fate is kind to you, we will meet again eventually."

Turner's words have reached this point. Even though Sharif and Zach are both rough men, they can tell from the boss's bitter face and his vicissitudes of tone that their boss must have encountered something unspeakable in the past.

Horrible experience.

Those heavy pasts were so terrible that Turner, who had escaped from death and had strange beliefs, still had a terrible hole in his soul.

Faced with this situation, they were unable to say any words of comfort. They could only pat the boss on the shoulder and leave in silence.

In the deep room of this sewer stronghold, in the darkness with only one person, Turner took out the Wolf Fang Holy Emblem that he had carried since childhood, put it in his hand, and silently recited the instructions of the God of the North Wind.

In his mind, he was calmly reviewing his current situation.

He knew he had to be ready.

Because his goal is here.

He wants to get close to Murphy

As long as you get close enough to him, you can find those thieves!

dusk!

Damn the Twilight Cultists, they're here!

I can even smell the rotten stench of the doomsdayists. What I have lost because of them, I must get back with my own hands and fists!

The God of the North Wind has given a warning, and the enemies of the country and the family dare not forget it, and those thieves must pay with their blood!——

"I asked you, why are you so useless? You were knocked down without even a few moves?"

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Niu Niu was still in the dormitory, feeling uncomfortable and unable to sleep, and was being comforted by three roommates by drinking wine. His sister's phone call came to him.

"Why aren't you online? Are you crying offline?"

Sister Pomegranate sometimes speaks in a very venomous manner, which caused Niu Niu, who was a little tipsy, to immediately retort:

"Who cries? Dogs cry!

My character's "coma" shows that it won't go out, and it will take twenty minutes to reconnect. That bastard must have used some secret monk technique to lock the character's spiritual energy flow. It should be an advanced

control skills.

Anyway, I asked Brother Fa on the forum, and this is what he explained."
To be continued...