The warehouse was filled with a stale smell and all sorts of people. They all turned their heads and looked at Gangke with eyes that made him feel fear. Their eyes were cold, as if they were asking, 'Who is this person?'
There were so many of them that Gangke had thought that there were several hundred of them, but there were far fewer than he had imagined. Moreover, there were many terrifying weapons displayed here. He saw steel minotaurs, ships, and all sorts of strange weapons.
Perhaps they were weapons, or perhaps they were tools for other purposes. Gangke didn't recognize these things, but he knew who had made them.
The Dwarves were a mysterious race. They looked similar to humans, but they were as tall as a human child.
Gangke had seen Dwarves before, and some of them looked like bearded children and were rather frightening. However, they had betrayed the Kingdom of Demons and were exterminated in a single night.
"Oh, welcome back, Boss. Why did you bring back a new face today? Who is this kid? A new member? "
A burly man stepped forward and looked at Gangke with his hands on his hips. He was as strong as a bear, with three ugly tattoos on his face and a missing ear. Not only that, but upon closer inspection, Gangke discovered that his left and right hands were mechanical, but these mechanical arms were as agile as normal arms.
Carey glanced at Gangke and patted his head. "When I came back, I happened to see this kid standing at our entrance, clamoring to join us, so I brought him in to take a look. I'll leave him to you. Perform well, kid. I have high hopes for you." With that, she turned and left.
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone's eyes changed. Some were angry, some were suspicious. Gangke seemed to sense malice as he discovered that someone was glaring at him. It wasn't just one person. He didn't dare to meet their eyes and subconsciously lowered his head to look at the ground.
This was different from what he had imagined. He had thought that the rebel camp would be lively, with everyone gathered together to discuss how to resist the evil demons and rescue the oppressed people from their hands.
The burly man squatted in front of him and looked him in the eyes. "Kid, what's your name?"
"Gangke."
"Good. Gangke, you want to join us, but before that, I need to ask you a few questions. We will use your answers to determine if you have the qualifications to join us."
Gangke nodded, his forehead covered in sweat. He didn't even have the courage to raise his head. Suddenly, the other party grabbed his shoulder. The cold steel penetrated through his thin clothes. His whole body trembled, and his chin couldn't help but tremble.
"Look into my eyes, kid."
Gangke was terrified. He stiffly raised his head and looked at that terrifying face. Those tattoos were twisted and messy. They looked like words, but they also looked like insects. They were densely arranged on his face, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
"My face is scary, but yours isn't bad either. Tell me, how did you find us?"
Gangke swallowed his saliva and replied in a trembling voice, "I … I found it myself."
Hearing this, the other party sneered a few times, as if he didn't believe what he said.
"You found it yourself? That's really amazing. This is a place that we've carefully chosen to hide in. Even those shadows can't find us. Of course they can't find us. They've already searched this place a few times. They'll never come back. Go on, tell me how you found this place. "
"I lived nearby, and then … and then I saw some people I didn't know, so, so I began to pay attention."
He was originally a member of the orphanage, but he was ostracized because of his appearance. The human children didn't like him, and because of his past, he was afraid of the children of the demon race. Thus, he lived alone in the orphanage. There was only one person there, and only Principal Vali made him feel a tinge of warmth.
Until one day, when he went out to deliver a newspaper, he met the person who had been sold here with him by the slave traders. This was a seemingly amiable middle-aged man who called himself Wulf. This man treated him to a meal and inquired about his situation. Gangke unquestioningly recounted his experiences. Wulf comforted him with a few words, allowing him to feel the warmth of humanity in this cold and indifferent world.
In the end, he proposed a plan that moved Gangke. They would pretend to be family and take Gangke out of the orphanage so that the two of them could live together.
He agreed without hesitation, but he never expected that just when they managed to trick the orphanage's inspection and received a sum of adoption money, Wulf, who had taken him out, immediately changed his expression. He kicked Gangke aside and disappeared with the adoption money. In the end, a kind-hearted old woman took him in and let him live in a small room that he could only flip over.
The burly man rubbed his chin and nodded, pretending to be listening very carefully. Gangke looked around and found that the others were silently looking at the two of them. Suddenly, he met someone's gaze, because that face was very familiar.
Wulf.
"I responded to your call and participated in the riot that day. I saw … him. Yesterday, I also saw him and followed him here. "
Hearing this, the burly man turned around, and Wulf cursed.
"Bastard!"
He was chewing something in his mouth as he jumped down from the shelf and walked over with the metal rod in his hand.
The burly man stood up and glared at him. The two walked closer and closer, their gazes seemingly wanting to kill each other.
"I said that no one is allowed to leave without my permission."
Wulf smiled coldly, revealing half a row of rotten teeth.
"Can't hold it in, Second Brother."
The burly man's eyes immediately revealed a fierce glint. With a bang, he knocked over a steel bull-head beside him with a punch. Wulf's smile slowly froze.
"I know I was wrong, Big Brother Farr. I won't do it again."
He said seriously, then turned to glare at Gangke as if to say, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll cut off your tongue."
Gangke was afraid of him and hated him.
"Scram. I don't want to see your stinking face."
Wulf then turned back with a cold smile. Gangke swore that he heard Wulf mumble something but couldn't hear it clearly, but it was definitely related to his face.
Farr turned back to Gangke and half-knelt on the ground. "Very good, Gangke. Your observation skills are outstanding, and you have the ability to remain calm in the face of danger. But I must tell you seriously that we're not playing around. We're serious. What we're doing can cost us our lives at any time, and all of us here are prepared to sacrifice ourselves. It's best if you forget all of this and turn around to go home. "
Gangke was delighted to hear this. His eyes widened as he hurriedly said, "No! I won't go back. I must join you. I've already made up my mind. "
"You're not afraid of sacrifice?"
Farr cocked his brow and asked.
"No!"
Gangke straightened his back and stared straight ahead.
"What a fearless brat. I admire you, but we have rules. We're not those immoral bandits with no bottom line or discipline. We're the Eagle Regiment, free people."
"Eagle Regiment?"
Gangke's eyes widened. He knew this name. The Eagle Regiment was a miraculous organization that had almost overthrown King Kali in a short year. He didn't expect them to still exist, and he felt inexplicably excited.
"Wherever there's oppression, the Eagle Regiment will be there. If you want to join, you must prove yourself."
As he spoke, Farr raised his arm. The steel arm suddenly opened a small window, and a blue box popped out of it.
"We have a secret mission that requires someone to complete, and you're the most suitable person."
After saying that, Faur handed the box to Gangke. Gangke looked at the metal box, his heart filled with excitement.
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