frightfiction Chapter 186 Recruitment! 4 Consecutive Draws
Chapter 186 Recruitment! 4 Consecutive Draws
Holding over two hundred units of Radiant Blue Gold, Mo Ming strode into the barracks with firm, powerful steps, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance.
Fifty units of rare metal can recruit a soldier once, but right now, he has more than two hundred units of the Radiant Blue Gold in his hand, enough for him to make a four-pull in a row with great ambition!
This is an extravagant act that one would never dare to dream of under normal circumstances—in the past, every time I painstakingly saved up enough money for a recruitment drive, I would carefully weigh the options, afraid of wasting resources.
And now? His current state can only be described as "wealthy"!
Thinking about all this, Mo Ming straightened his back even more. Looking at himself in the past, so calculating over a few units of rare metal, and then at the "wealth" he now possessed, the difference was like night and day!
He couldn't help but feel excited, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. When had he ever fought such a "rich battle"? This feeling was truly exhilarating!
Mo Ming transferred all 200 units of Ghostly Blue Gold to the recruitment platform at once.
On the recruitment platform, a pale blue light flickered, and the energy fluctuations of ethereal blue-gold permeated the air, carrying a mysterious and powerful aura.
Mo Ming stood in front of the recruitment platform, while Man Meng, Shi Tou, and Duo Duo beside him held their breath, staring intently at the light on the platform.
Two hundred units of Radiant Blue Gold were exchanged for four consecutive draws—a luxury Mo Ming had never experienced before on his journey.
Mo Ming was filled with anticipation and trepidation. He clenched his fists tightly, his heart pounding like a drum, his mind racing with speculation about what kind of companions would appear.
"They're here!" Duoduo whispered, her voice filled with excitement and nervousness.
With a flash of dazzling light, four figures that had not yet solidified appeared on the recruitment platform in an instant.
No! To be precise, there were four figures.
Four figures stood on the recruitment platform, arranged from left to right.
The figure on the far left was the first to appear, and his size instantly took everyone's breath away. He was actually half a head taller than Man Meng, and his nearly 2.5-meter-tall frame resembled a moving iron tower.
He stood there like an insurmountable wall, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
The man's muscles were extremely well-developed, with bulging veins covering his bare arms, each muscle seemingly brimming with explosive power. His skin was bronze, rough and firm, as if it had endured countless battles.
His features were sharply defined, and his deep-set eyes conveyed calmness and determination. His eyebrows were thick and sword-like, his nose was high and straight, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, giving him a somewhat serious appearance.
He wore a heavy suit of armor, its surface faintly radiating a bluish light, seemingly made of some special metal, sturdy and imposing. On his back was a massive shield, its surface covered with intricate runes, exuding an ancient and somber aura.
The man slowly walked down from the recruitment platform, each step steady and powerful, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
He walked up to Mo Ming, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep and loud voice, "Master, I am Tark."
I excel at defense; my body is forged of steel, and no attack can easily break through it. Although my attack power isn't high, my shield and body are your strongest barrier.
"Wow, that's so high..." Manmeng couldn't help but mutter, looking up at Tark with a hint of awe in his eyes.
“That’s ridiculously high.” Mo Ming nodded, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips. “Tark, welcome to our team.”
"I have a question. When the three of them were recruited, they were all wearing simple coarse cloth clothes and didn't even have a dagger. Why do you have such sophisticated equipment and a shield?"
Mo Ming pointed to the three Manmeng people standing to the side and asked Tark.
Tark scratched his head, looking somewhat bewildered. "When I was arrested, all my equipment was indeed taken away, but just a few days ago, a riot broke out in my cell, and many people escaped."
I managed to retrieve my equipment amidst the chaos, then took down a few guards and escaped. However, I didn't get far before I was cornered in a valley. Just now, I sensed the summons, so I simply answered it.
Mo Ming nodded in understanding, then asked, "What's the name of the prison you're in?"
"Fox Camp!"
"Oh, I see!"
Before long, a second figure gradually appeared.
In stark contrast to Tark's imposing physique, this was a slender woman. She was about 1.7 meters tall, with a long and graceful figure, like an elegant cheetah.
Her features weren't stunning, even quite ordinary, but she possessed a unique, calm demeanor that drew people in. Her eyes were long and sharp, her gaze as piercing as a hawk's, seemingly able to see through everything.
The woman's skin was slightly pale, and her face was expressionless, giving her a somewhat aloof air. Her hair was jet black and smooth, tied in a simple ponytail, making her look neat and tidy.
She wore a tight-fitting leather armor, its design perfectly conforming to her body's curves, allowing for both ease of movement and essential protection. Two short swords hung at her waist, their scabbards engraved with intricate patterns, faintly gleaming with a cold light.
The woman leaped lightly off the recruitment platform, her movements swift and precise, making almost no sound.
She stood before Mo Ming, bowing slightly, her voice clear and crisp: "Master, my name is Liya. I am an assassin, skilled in speed and agility."
"Fast?" Stone looked at Lia curiously, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can you be faster than an arrow?"
Lia glanced at the stone, a slight smile playing on her lips. She didn't seem to answer directly, but instead said softly, "If there's a chance, you can give it a try."
Mo Ming smiled and nodded, saying, "Liya, welcome to the team."
"Master, she's also from the Foxna Camp, and..."
Tark paused for a moment, then looked at Lia in front of Momin.
"And what happened?"
"She is the one who started the riots!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ming was startled, but a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes. He didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.
Lia glanced at Tark beside her without saying a word, then turned her gaze back to Mo Ming, her main characteristic being that she was ruthless and didn't talk much.
The third person to appear was a boy of medium build. He was about 1.75 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, neither thin nor as burly as Tark.
He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a somewhat childish face, but his bright eyes revealed a cleverness and sharpness beyond his years.
His hair was slightly disheveled, as if he had just emerged from the forest, and his clothes were somewhat worn, but this did not conceal his agility and competence.
To Mo Ming's surprise, why was this boy carrying so many little trinkets?