Chapter 1: A White-Haired Boy

"Leger, you go and stand guard for Elantt for a while, he's been standing for more than two hours. I'll change you later. It's too cold at night, so you should wear a little more, and now if you are sick, there is no place to find a priest to treat you. ”

A man in his forties and fifties said to a teenager next to him while fiddling with the fire. The bonfire seemed to be swallowed up by darkness at any moment on the dark plain, and a dozen people in leather armor and various weapons sat around the fire, and behind them was a cart full of goods, the horses pulling the cart were obviously very old, but they were still in good shape. The middle-aged man was obviously the leader of the group, and although he was only forty or fifty years old, the vicissitudes and scars on his face testified to his rich experience. The middle-aged man's flaxen-colored hair was mixed with a lot of white hair, and his sapphire blue eyes were already a little cloudy, but they still flashed with a lean light from time to time.

More than a dozen of them all wore the same mark, the only sign that they were companions, and the only thing they could take back to their families after they died.

A young man with a pale face, blown by the cold night wind, ran over from the other end of the cart and sat by the fire, rubbing his hands together. The middle-aged man casually picked up the wine bottle beside him, handed it to the young man, and said:

"Take a sip, it's really embarrassing for you to keep your guard on such a cold day. ”

The young man took the wine bottle and drank a long sip of wine, his face was much better, and the young man put down the wine bottle and said:

"Uncle Morson, don't say that, we're not children anymore. Now we are all mercenaries, shouldn't we suffer a little? Isn't this a bowl of rice that our mercenaries eat? When I get warmer, I'll go and change Legge back, don't stand guard today, your legs should hurt again on such a cold day, and we'll take care of it tonight." ”

Mowson shook his head, looked at the raging fire, and said:

"That's not good, less than half a day's journey south from here is the Dark Forest, which is one of the top ten magical beast production areas. With our current strength, a level five or six-level demonic beast can kill us all, if a demonic beast comes, how long can you stand? Hey, the current free mercenary group is not as good as before. When your father was still alive, our free mercenary group was a D-class mercenary group with six swordsmen. At that time, when we walked this path, we would always walk past the edge of the Dark Forest, catch some level five or six demonic beasts and sell them back. I didn't expect that now I am the only one left in the Free Mercenary Group with you children. My health is getting worse day by day, and I don't know when I will report to the Grim Reaper like your father. At that point, the Free Mercenary Group will really be handed over to you. You"

A sharp wolf howl interrupted Mosen's words, and Mowson's face suddenly turned gloomy. Mo Sen picked up the two-handed giant sword beside him and jumped onto the cart to look around, a pair of dark green eyes looked very terrifying in the dark night, about forty or fifty wolves had formed an encirclement more than two hundred meters away from them, surrounding them. And now the wolves are rapidly shrinking the encirclement, trying to completely surround them. Mosen hurriedly turned around and shouted:

"Be careful!It seems to be a fourth-level monster Wolf of the Wasteland!I don't know what the other party's attributes are! All the personnel of the intermediate swordsman and below have all retreated to the vicinity of the truck! Prepare to support the other personnel!, the three of the intermediate swordsman and above form an attack formation, ready to meet the attack of the wolf of the wasteland! Watson! Aoqi! You two are ready to deal with the wolf king with me! Everyone remember, once you find the wolf king, notify me immediately! Try not to get hurt! The smell of blood will make these beasts even more crazy! If anyone gets hurt, rush into the wolves! Remember to leave your mark! No one can go back! You know?"

More than a dozen teenagers immediately formed a circular defensive array connected by a triangular attack array around the cart, and three teenagers stood inside the circular defensive array. Two twenty-four-five-year-old boys jumped into the cart with their weapons and stood on either side of Uncle Mowson, looking around vigilantly. Just twenty seconds later, the wolves had already surrounded the group. The funny thing is that compared to these still a little frightened teenagers, the old horse pulling the cart showed no sign of fear. The two sides were caught in a confrontation, and neither dared to attack first, both sides knew that once the attack was launched, there would definitely be loopholes in the current formation, and the other side was likely to use those loopholes as a breakthrough to expand the results. Now it's about seeing who loses patience ahead of their opponents.

An earth-shattering tiger roar broke the deathly silence, and a giant tiger could be seen slowly approaching the source of the sound. The markings of the giant tiger are pale gold, shining in the moonlight, and on the back of the white tiger sits a beautiful girl with black hair and black eyes, and in her hand the girl holds a snow-white short sword without a scabbard. It is surprising that the beauty of a human girl is only a few points inferior to that of the elves who possess and are known for their beauty. Although it is far away, with the help of the faint moonlight, you can still faintly see the beauty of the girl. Behind the girl sat a white-haired boy in high-class light cavalry armor, and although the boy did not carry any weapons on his body, he felt that he was more dangerous than those with weapons.

The boy patted the tiger on the back, and the tiger stopped at the edge of the battlefield. For these wolves of the wasteland, no matter how beautiful the girl is, she is just like these people in front of her, and she will become their food whenever she has the opportunity. But now these wolves of the wasteland were not bold enough to besiege the girl, and their instinctive fear of the giant tiger and their desire to live did not allow them to risk attacking the girl. Moreover, these wasteland wolves, with their sensitivity far higher than that of humans, felt the faint evil aura emanating from the body of the young man in light riding armor on the back of the giant tiger, and instinctively told them that the young man might be more terrifying than the giant tiger. Faced with two threats that might easily cost them their lives, the wolves of the wasteland chose the young mercenaries they thought were easier to deal with, and the delicious and hungry wolves that were a little dangerous in their mouths would never save face for their opponents.

While the boys of the Free Mercenary Regiment were still amazed by the girl's beauty, the Wolves of the Wasteland had seized on their fatal loophole and launched an attack on them, killing three teenagers in just a few seconds. After a brief period of confusion, the teenagers who were attacked by the wolf of the wasteland gradually reacted and began to organize an effective counterattack. A relatively large Wasteland Wolf and two strong Wasteland Wolves dragged the corpse of a teenager to the giant tiger. An unbearable look flashed in the eyes of the girl on the back of the giant tiger, and she turned her head to look at the white-haired boy behind her with a look full of anticipation. The white-haired boy shook his head helplessly, and said coldly to the wolf of the wasteland:

"Either you leave with the prey you have now killed, or I will kill you. ”

The mainland's lingua franca of the teenager is very blunt, but it is full of murderous spirit. The Wasteland Wolf hesitated for a moment and turned around and let out a long howl, and all the Wasteland Wolves stopped attacking and withdrew to the west with the corpse of the dead teenager. The three wasteland wolves that stopped in front of the giant tiger slowly retreated with their tails between their legs, and the monstrous murderous aura suddenly burst out from the white-haired boy's body, and for a while, the wind was fierce, and a layer of pale green thin clouds quickly appeared in the sky. The white-haired boy said coldly:

"I said either you leave with the prey you've killed now, or I'll kill you, don't you understand?"

The three wasteland wolves had been frightened by the monstrous murderous aura of the white-haired young man and lay on the ground trembling, and even the old horse that was more than ten meters away and had no sign of fear under the wolves knelt on the ground, foaming at the mouth and trembling. It took a long time for the leading Wasteland Wolf to drag the young man's corpse and lead the two Wasteland Wolves to run quickly in the direction where the wolves had disappeared. The white-haired boy reined in his murderous aura and the wind gradually disappeared, and the thin clouds in the sky gradually dissipated. The white-haired boy jumped off the tiger's back and walked towards Uncle Mowson, who was checking the casualties, and heard the sound of silver armor parts colliding, Uncle Mosen turned around and saw the white-haired boy walking towards them, and immediately whispered a few words to the boy next to him, and then greeted him.

"Thank you for your help, otherwise we would all be dead here today. ”

The white-haired boy didn't look at Uncle Mowson, but glanced around at the injured teenagers and said coldly:

"Do you have to bandage this little wound? I don't know what you think. ”

Hearing the words of the white-haired boy, all the teenagers who were bandaging their wounds raised their heads and looked at the white-haired boy, their eyes were full of jealousy and resentment, they looked about the same age as them, but they had such strong strength, and they were accompanied by beautiful women, and anyone would be jealous if they were changed. The girl who had been sitting on the giant tiger jumped down from the giant tiger's back, carefully inserted her short sword into the ground, and walked to the side of the injured teenagers to help them bandage the wounds that were still bleeding, the girl's actions surprised these teenagers, they did not expect that such a beautiful girl would deign to bandage their wounds. The girl turned around and said something to the white-haired boy in a language they didn't understand, looking at the white-haired boy expectantly, the white-haired boy nodded helplessly and whistled and walked towards the girl, and the giant tiger followed the master obediently like a big cat to the girl. When passing by Uncle Mowson's side, the white-haired young man said casually:

"I'll spend the night with you tonight, and we'll leave tomorrow morning. ”

After speaking, the white-haired boy casually threw Uncle Mowson a piece of fiery red spar the size of a pigeon's egg. Uncle Mosen trembled and held the spar, the seventh-level fire-type demonic beast spar, he had only seen this kind of thing in the trading hall of the mercenary union before, this was a treasure worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins!

The girl shuttled between the injured teenagers like a little angel, carefully bandaging the wounds of the teenagers. Although the language of the two sides did not understand each other, the girl's gentle movements and careful handling quickly calmed down the injured teenagers. Mosen looked back at the girl who was treating the wounds of the teenagers, and walked straight in the direction where the wolf of the wasteland had disappeared, and only took a few steps, the cold voice of the white-haired boy suddenly reached Mowson's ears.

"What are you going to do? If you want to save them, I'd advise you not to go, they're dead. You're just going to die. If you still want to go back alive, it's better not to take risks. ”

Mosen looked at the white-haired boy's voice in surprise only to find that the white-haired boy was standing on his left side with his hands crossed, Mossen took a step back in surprise, and at this moment he really understood the fear of those wasteland wolves for the white-haired boy. The silver light cavalry armor on the white-haired boy obviously belongs to the high-grade fine armor, according to the knight's upright fighting style, even the light cavalry armor will not pay attention to the sound of the armor like the armor of other troops, and even sometimes some small things made for the beauty of the armor also increase the chance of collision between the parts of the armor. But now the white-haired boy wearing such armor can come to his side from a distance of more than ten meters and within a few seconds, but he can not make a sound, which not only proves the speed of the young man, but also proves the young man's ability to control his body in detail, if this subtle control of the body is used in assassination, the young man's target will not even know how he died.

Mawson calmed down for a moment, lowered his voice and said to the white-haired boy:

"I'm going to get their logos back. They were brought out by me, and I didn't bring them back safely, at least I had to bring back their signs. They were all brothers who had formed the Freedom Mercenary Regiment with me, and their father had been killed by other mercenaries during a mission three years ago. This was the first time I had taken them out on a mission, and I didn't expect them to die in the attack of the Wolves of the Wasteland. If I can't even bring back their emblems, how can I explain to their mothers?"

The white-haired young man smiled contemptuously and said casually:

"Those who die on the battlefield have to feed even their bones, and their mothers don't even know when their sons died. Since they have chosen to become mercenaries, their families should have been prepared for the possibility that they could die at any time when they became mercenaries. Those signs only bring endless thoughts to their families and let them spend the rest of their lives in painful memories. ”

The white-haired boy turned around and walked towards the busy girl, Mosen looked at the back of the teenager differently, this boy who looked no more than twenty years old not only had incredible strength, but also possessed maturity far beyond his peers. The maturity of this teenager beyond his peers allowed him to see through the surface of things and look directly at the essence of things, which should not be something that a man of his age could do, but this teenager has done it. In other words, this teenager has experienced many things that his peers have not experienced, and these things have given him the ability to calmly and intuitively understand the development of things and the essence of things. Mosen knew that the only officialdom that could train a person into such a situation in a short period of time was an army that represented killing and death, and all the actions of this young man showed that the army that trained him was definitely a super army that could rank on the entire continent.

With nearly thirty years of mercenary experience, Morson began to quickly search for a super legion that could train an elite like a teenager, but Morson felt that no matter which super legion it was, no one could cultivate an elite like this teenager in a short period of time. And when the boy released a murderous aura, the obvious change between heaven and earth is a sign of the Holy Throne, although Mo Sen has not seen the Holy Throne, but as an old mercenary with many years of adventure experience, Mo Sen still has some understanding of the Holy Throne. What country would not vigorously woo a person after he has become a saint throne? Not to mention that if such a young person is not wooed by a person who is likely to become a high-ranking saint throne, then the king of this country must be crazy.

Morson shook his head and walked towards the white-haired boy who had already walked to the girl's side.