The way to the mercenary union is not as simple as going out and walking two steps.

Although there was no detailed planning at the time of its initial construction, after nearly a thousand years of development, Landmont is still divided into four urban districts: east, west, north and south, Dongcheng District has many schools and large commercial centers, and many famous merchants in the mainland have their own shops here; Xicheng District has various workshops, blacksmith shops, large factories and freight transit centers; Beicheng District and Nancheng District are residential areas, and there are far more residential houses than ordinary shops. As the residence of the Holy See and the Peace Alliance, there is another main road in Nancheng District that has been specially classified as an administrative avenue, and the headquarters of the Peace Alliance, the Heroes' Council, and the mercenary union are all located on this street.

Reims Academy is in the East End, and the Mercenary Guild is in the South End, and the straight-line distance between the two urban districts is measured in kilometers, not to mention the congested road conditions of the intricate intersection of Landmont, after estimating the time it will take and the distance to be walked, they decisively choose a more convenient mode of public transportation.

Warcraft possess great strength and physical qualities, and these powers can naturally be used by intelligent beings. Domesticated beasts may not have as much attack power as wild individuals, but they can be exploited in other ways – wide roads are only lined with pedestrians, and dotted lines are drawn in between, and carts run fast along the demarcated lanes, ranging from the most common pack oxen to the carefully bred flaming wildebeest. And for the convenience of travel, Landmont naturally also provides a convenient mode of public transportation for pedestrians.

As one of the few monsters with a bronze rating but no natural magic, the Scaly Horse has excellent balance and cornering flexibility, as well as defense against the claws of the Silver Beast. Its special leg structure makes it not as bumpy as other horse breeds, and as a herbivore, it is also not reluctant to feed, and the low cost of raising makes them the best choice for public transportation.

There is a stop sign on the side of each road, and there are usually one or two two-horse-drawn six-wheeled carriages, each with twenty seats, parked next to the sign. Landmont is equipped with ample public carriages to accommodate the flow of people in Landmont, and if you are familiar with the stop signs, the carriages will take you to any corner of the city. Buying a map from a roadside shop for ten copper coins, the three of them studied it for ten minutes before finally getting into the first carriage.

Then, after two hours of tossing and turning, transferring, and four stops, the three of them finally arrived at the administrative street exhausted. And it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

"It seems that our first priority is to figure out Randmund's stop sign system," Delcora wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, "This thing is no less difficult than magic sequences...... There's still a lot of magic sequences to follow, and there's no logic to this thing......"

Assas and Satya nodded in agreement. The transfer path between the stop signs marked on the map confused the three knowledgeable young men.

All the institutions related to the government and incident handling in Landmont are basically on Administrative Street, and the headquarters of the mercenary union is naturally the same. Compared to other streets, there are relatively few pedestrians here, after all, no one is too idle to wander in front of government offices, and people in this world are not idle enough to march in front of the council hall every once in a while. The three of them found the mercenary union, pushed the door in, and showed the badge given by Mr. Lance under the surprised gaze of the reception lady. The receptionist told them to wait in the hall, and she ran to inform the supervisor.

"Isn't the telecommunication system developed yet?" Del Cora couldn't help but ask, looking at the reception lady who left the counter and ran upstairs, "It's just a simple magic array." ”

"Before leaving home, the magic circle was still only common among magicians, and they still hadn't solved the problem of how to get non-magic professionals to activate the magic circle. Assas, who had been interested in this technology before he left home, said with regret on his face: "This technology is definitely revolutionary." If it really succeeds, ordinary people can do what only high-level magicians can do. ”

"Your words make me a magician very uncomfortable......" Delcora subconsciously wanted to scratch her head, but grabbed her hat and remembered that she had burned her hair, and couldn't help but be deflated on the spot and stopped talking.

It didn't take a few minutes for the reception lady to walk out and return the badge, and then led the three of them up to the top. It seemed that this kind of thing was not uncommon for her, and there was not even an extra greeting or a shocked expression, which made Del Cora, who had prepared a long list of statements and fake identities, a little uncomfortable. Coming to the top floor, the president's office is in the most prominent place on the top floor. After the receptionist had brought them up, she went downstairs, and Assas took out the roll of paper that Mr. Lance had given him, and knocked on the door of his office.

One time, two more times.

"Enter. ”

A deep male voice came from within.

The three of them pushed the door open and walked in, and they saw a huge desk, and behind the desk was a stout orc with a lion-like head—

The lion is not an exaggeration, but the orc does have the thick and vigorous brownish-yellow hair of a male lion. In the orc population, which has little body hair and generally shaved heads, this thick lion's mane is definitely an exception. And the moment it caught his eye, the identity of the president in front of him appeared in Del Kora's mind.

The current president of the Mercenary Guild, the Holy Warrior, Dramond with the title of "Golden Lion", is also a hero-level mercenary himself. When Mr. Lance asked them to come to President Zhao, Delkora had been tangling with his hair, so he didn't remember the lion-headed president for a while.

This golden lion is relatively kind in the Holy Order, after all, he is older, and his personality is no longer as rigid as when he was young. The thought of not having to deal with a holy order like Richard's, the three of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, Richard was too impressed with their horror.

"You are ......"

Drymond looked up from the pile of official documents, pushed his glasses with some confusion (to be reasonable, these gold-rimmed glasses completely obscured the majesty and murderous aura of the old orc), and asked aloud.

"Mr. Lance asked us to make an application, and here is his letter. ”

Assas took the scroll of paper in both hands and sent it to Dramond's table. The old orc took it and opened it with a puzzled expression, and glanced at it.

Glanced at it again.

He pushed his glasses, looked up at the three young men, and read the paper roll carefully.

He put down the paper roll and propped up the table, leaned forward slightly, and carefully looked at the three little mercenaries who were no more than fourteen years old.

The three of them weren't too uncomfortable. This kind of scrutiny they had been accustomed to since childhood, and it was Delcora who pulled down the brim of his hat again. He was afraid that the golden lion would find out what was wrong with his hair.

"Incredible, powerful talent. ”

Delemond stood up and applauded their magnificent record.

This achievement is completely gorgeous.

"You've won the prize, we're just lucky. ”

Del Cola bowed to Dramond and lifted his hat as he got up.

"If I didn't know your last names, I'd probably be ten times more surprised than I am now. Drymond sat down slowly, "The God-given bloodline chose to become a mercenary, and to accomplish such a feat at the beginning of the trip, which is an honor that will go down in history - but, according to Mr. Lance, you turned down the reward you deserved in exchange for mercenary guilds?"

"For us, those rewards mean nothing. Del Cora shrugged, "It's better to be a mercenary honor to make us happy." ”

Money?Satya's pocket money is 500 gold coins.

When he left, he took more than one artifact-grade hedron from the warehouse.

The artifacts in the hands of the three people together are almost even.

This is even more boring, there are few people in this world who don't care about status more than they do.

In fact, if Mr. Lance is willing to let go of some forbidden knowledge to them as a reward, the three of them will definitely be very happy, but judging from the attitude of the reforge skeleton assembler, Mr. Lance should not open this back door for them, then the only choice is to change to mercenary mercenary merit and improve his poor mercenary rank.

"There's a problem, though. Although Dramond is very optimistic about the three young men, the lion is still very serious when it comes to business, "You saved a Kraken's Holy Order Mocarus, which is a great feat, but according to the regulations, the hostage rescue mission is an intermediary mission, regardless of the identity of the rescued target, the guild does not provide any reputation rewards, and does not count the mercenary level." You have to understand that there were people who used the hostage rescue mission to direct and act on their own, and quickly increased the level of mercenaries, which had a very bad effect, so this rule was created after that. ”

"......" The three of them glanced at each other, and could only nod helplessly.

"And this one...... Defeated the foreign enemy, saved the town, the opponent has master-level strength, and the young people play a decisive role in the battle - well, this is a big event that can be assessed as a master-level or even hero-level mission, should it be said that it is worthy of the bloodline of God......"

He looked at the mercenary badges pinned to the chests of the three of them, and suddenly showed a crying and laughing expression.

"Young people, although it is very inappropriate, I still have to say one thing...... Your decision was too hasty. ”

"What's wrong?" asked Arthas, confused.

“...... According to the regulations, in a single mission evaluation, the mercenary's individual mercenary level shall not be increased by more than one order, and the mercenary's level shall not exceed the mercenary's personal professional level assessment——"

He gestured to the badges on the chests of the three men.

"Two oaks, one black iron, this honor of yours can only be exchanged for a negligible level promotion, and this level you only need to do some mercenary tasks casually, and it doesn't even take a few months to ascend to this level......"

He shook his head in confusion.

And three people were petrified on the spot.

"But since this is the result of your request to Mr. Lance...... Sure enough, it is God-given bloodline, and this kind of character is admirable. ”

“...... Can I go back?" Del Cola said with a real cry.

“...... The path you have chosen ......" Assas gritted his teeth and choked a few words from between his teeth.

“...... That, Mr. Dramond," Satya asked, though the corners of her eyes twitched, but she maintained her image, "Since you have recognized our strength and contributions, can you allow us to form a formal mercenary team?"

Despite the fact that the three of them are the squad, the three of them are lone mercenaries on the mercenary union's registration form. Large-scale missions will be more inclined to be picked up by mercenary groups, and the trio are destined to be constantly exposed to these large-scale missions-

"Your strength, honor, and contribution are all qualified, and you are God-given bloodline, of course I will not stop you. I promise you, as soon as you can find a fourth suitable teammate, I'll register you with the mercenary group—"

He quickly drafted a document, and then, in the eyes of the three of them, stamped it.

"Go to the third floor to change your badge, congratulations, your mercenary level has increased. ”

The big lion's bright smiling face made their stomachs ache even more.