In the evening, the night begins to fall, and a hidden valley in the 100,000 mountains.

The cold wind does not enter, and the bonfire is lit everywhere. The bright and unstable fire light tries its best to expand the radiation range, which makes the towering mountain village here first reveal its glorious corner.

The hall is full of figures.

"Hello, hello... I'm the boss of the Wild Wolf Group, Wolf-headed Tiger."

"I'm the boss of the Axe Bandits Group, Arthur, the person on the way sent the bandits to the land Xiaobailong."

"Uh...ahhh, I've been recognizing my name for a long time. Brother Arthur's nickname is really domineering!"

"Haha, is there any? It's just a false praise from brothers on the Tao... Actually, I think the big white dragon on the land is better."

“…”

"Hey, brother Tiger, your face is not good."

"Uh, oh, the wind blows, the wind blows, haha... that, huh, is this little brother also in this business?"

"Haha, yes. This is my brother, the bandit number Little White Tiger on the Land! Well, this time I will take him out to see the world. As a bandit, of course I have to start with the baby..."

“…”

"Tsk tsk, brother Tiger, why did your face change again? It's cold and cold, you need to pay attention. You must know that your body is the capital for robbery!"

"... Thank you, thank you. Well, it's indeed a young talent. I saw an acquaintance, brother Arthur, so I went there first."

"Okay, okay... Well, can you introduce us to us?"

"Uh...this, that..."

…………

There were crowds of people, and all kinds of greetings came one after another, looking like a banquet hall. However, if someone rashly broke in, he would find that almost all the people here looked bad. There were also various weapons, axes, big swords, heavy swords... Yes, there were no doubt that this place was full of bandits, and they were also the leader of bandits! Well, no matter what, the hall gradually became warm because of so many people and the lively sounds.

Although there are so many bandits gathered here, the atmosphere is still good. Even if you meet enemies, most of them just stare at each other and get out of the way, and no one chooses to make trouble on purpose.

Such behavior is naturally not because the bandits suddenly soared in moral index and became good people who abide by the public. But because of the environment here, this is a copycat of the Fierce Wind Thieves Group.

It is undeniable that the name of the Fierce Wind Thieves is a bit rustic. But if you look at it from the perspective that it has a large village in the valley, with nearly 10,000 thieves standing on the 100,000 mountains that have not fallen for decades, this rustic name will undoubtedly become a classic word-of-mouth.

The bandits do not accept the empire and are not afraid of the army, but they are in awe of the giants in the same industry, so the bosses of these small and medium-sized bandit groups are all tactful and do not cause disputes here.

Everyone knows the situation of 100,000 mountains now. The bosses of these bandit groups are not considering how to overcome the difficulties in their own villages. There is naturally a reason to come here to attend the party.

Of course, they couldn't come, because they all received invitations from the Storm Thieves Group. The content was not said, but everyone knew in their hearts that they should be discussing dealing with the gray-clothed army. In this way, the bandits naturally went there even more happily.

The reason for this is that there is a village next to the Fierce Wind Thieves Group. Although the village is not big, there are only about one hundred people. Moreover, with the Fierce Wind style, they naturally don’t bother to rob it. But it is undeniable that the Fierce Wind Thieves Group is indeed within a 30-kilometer range, which is in line with the removal target of the Gray-Clothed Army.

However, some of the thieves with wisdom and insights were a little murmured in their hearts. Although there is indeed a potential threat to the Fierce Wind Thieves Group, how could they take the initiative to invite the bandits to help the boxing? I'm afraid there is another hidden story...

Smack

Just when the hall was in a noisy state, the side door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a dark cloak walked in with a few followers. He took a quick step, frowned slightly, and swept around...

The hall suddenly fell into silence, and everyone subconsciously avoided the middle-aged people's sight, and some of the originally sitting stood up.

With thick eyebrows and big eyes and hard face, he was a middle-aged man with a very majestic face. On the surface, he looked like a noble or general in a high position, but in fact, he was Breno, the leader of the Fierce Wind Thieves.

As if satisfied with this effect, Breno nodded and then walked towards the wide seat opposite the door of the hall. Standing, turning around, raising his hand, a few simple movements, but full of momentum.

"Good evening for all the leaders. I am Brenault of the Wind Thieves Group. Thank you for giving me face to attend this party." After pausing, bowed slightly, and then waved: "Please sit down!"

This is not a parliamentary hall, so the bandits naturally do not have the awareness of clapping their respect. However, this quiet atmosphere and the crowd who continued to do things in unison still showed the domineering aura that middle-aged people showed in every move.

Breno's big golden sword sat behind the center seat, without saying a word, and waved his hand to the side.

A guard immediately took a step forward and took out a piece of paper and said, "In the past five days, more than a hundred thieves have disappeared from the 100,000 mountains, and the number of people who died was about 60,000... And these are just the results of our preliminary investigation, and in fact, they have disappeared far more than these."

After the words came, the guards stepped back. There was a little commotion in the hall. The bandit leaders moved their seats a few times as if they were a little uncomfortable, looking at each other, their eyes full of unconcealed shock.

Although they know that many colleagues have been eliminated in the past few days, they have never done systematic statistics after all. Now, after hearing these horrible data, they are even more frightened.

"Ahem!" Cleared his throat and suppressed the discussion in the hall. Breno's face turned solemn, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "I'm clear about the actual situation. I'm asking everyone to come this time. The purpose is very simple, which is to discuss how to deal with the gray-clothed army."

After the words came, the hall was silent for a while, then a sound rang out.

"What else can I discuss about this? Let's listen to Boss Breno. As long as you are willing to come out and gather the strength of all of us, the small gray-clothed army is nothing!"

"I agree with this statement."

"Yes, Boss Breno, please speak, let's listen to you."

...

The bandits nodded in response, which was what they thought when they came before. The Gray-Clothed Army was no longer as good as the regular army. When the regular army surrounded and suppressed the bandits, no matter how big or small, they could only hide because they knew the strength of the imperial army. But the Gray-Clothed Army was different. Don’t look at their joy now. As long as the Wind Thieves Group was willing to stand up and take the lead, and the nodding of the more than 100,000 leaders in the same journey, their troops would be at least 100,000. In this way, there was no need to mobilize others to settle the so-called Gray-Clothed Army.

"Okay!" Breno simply patted the seat and stood up, and said with a stern aura, "Then I will make a solemn promise here today that this attack on the Gray Clothes Army is considered a part of the Fierce Wind Thieves."

"Haha, that's what it should be. Boss Breno, we are headed by you this time, and whatever you say is what you say."

"We also agree to join. This gray-clothed army is too rampant. If you don't give it some power, they don't know who is the real master of the 100,000 mountains!"

...

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became warm. No matter what the reason was, the bandits agreed to join the attack on the gray-clothed army.

As for the leader of this operation, it must be Breno and his storm group. Everyone had no objection to this. The bandits' business is a prey of the weak, with great power and many gangs, so they are naturally the boss.

Seeing the situation in the hall, Breno nodded slightly and spoke again: "Since everyone has decided to join, I propose to form a thief alliance. The purpose of this alliance is to eliminate those existences that harm our interests. Haha..."

Speaking of this, Breno chuckled and glanced around: "Of course, according to our unwritten rules, I must be the boss of this alliance."

"That's natural. Who can you do this position if you don't?"

"I agree!"

"I don't agree!"

"Neither...uh?"

...

In just a few seconds, the lively hall fell into a strange silence again. The bandit leaders turned their heads one after another, looking for the source of the "I don't agree".

"I don't agree!" There was no need to look around, because the man stood up by himself. This was a young man with a huge axe on his waist and an ordinary face.

Breno's face darkened, his brows frowned slightly, and he looked at the man with a steady look: "You don't agree... Well, who are you?"

"I am the boss of the Axe Thieves Group." The young man deliberately straightened his waist. Under the light, the two axes on his waist were so shiny. "I am the one who gave me nicknamed Little White Dragon on the Land!" After that, he turned around and saluted to all directions.

Little White Dragon on the Land? Such a stupid guy came out... The bandit leader shook his head lightly and couldn't help but curl his lips. The most important thing about being a wise man. Even if you don't agree with this situation, you can't talk about it in front of you. Where do you want Boss Breno to show his face? Isn't this a complete search for death...

"Axe Thieves?" Breno's eyebrows were deeper. To be honest, he had never heard of it before, but he did not have an attack on the spot. "How many people do you have?"

There is no doubt that this is a very cheesy question. But bandits are so arrogant. As Breno said just now, this is an unwritten rule.

The young man grabbed his hair, as if thinking for a while, and finally replied: "About forty."

After saying that, Breno's hard face suddenly turned dark, and his eyes were chilling.

Wow

The hall was also stirred up again, but this time it was mostly ridiculed by the pleasant laughter.

"This guy is sure that he has come to the wrong place? More than 40... Damn, when I started my business, there were at least a hundred people following me."

"Isn't this...uh, teasing Boss Breno? Tsk tsk, are the young juniors now brave enough to seek death?"

"Damn it must be a problem with my head. I just said hello to him and I was almost speechless..."
Chapter completed!