In the long corridor leading to the front yard of the mercenary union, Albert, who followed Francis step by step, asked in a low voice: "General, when the dragon slaying mission is announced, you still don't plan to tell those mercenaries that the dragon they are going to face is actually the colorful dragon Offarian, but continue to trick them into slaying a low-grade green dragon?"

Hearing Albert's question, Francis's footsteps couldn't help but pause, and Albert, who was following him closely, also quickly stopped.

Francis glanced at Albert, nodded and sneered: "If I say that the dragon to be slaughtered is O'Farian, then the mission level this time is not an AAA-level mission, at least it must be an AAAA-level mission! Do you think anyone among those mercenaries would dare to take on this mission? 4A-level mission, but even ordinary saint-rank powerhouses dare not try the task lightly! It is also a shame that O'Farian is injured now, if he wants to slaughter him in his heyday, then the mission level must be 5A-level!" You must know that in the history of the mainland, the mercenary mission level has reached level 5A, but it can be counted on both hands!"

Albert hesitated for a moment and continued to ask: "But, General, those mercenaries who are willing to participate in the dragon slaying must be the elite of the major mercenary groups, but they are facing O'Farian after all, if those mercenary elites suffer too heavy losses in this battle to encircle and suppress O'Farian, isn't it equivalent to indirectly helping ......the orcs? ，”

Francis snorted and interrupted Albert: "Now that we are far away from the Emperor of the Mountain, we have soldiers, money, and food in our hands, and what do we care about the gang of people in the military department? Fortunately, I took precautions and brought all my henchmen out of the Holy Radiance Crusade, and worked hard to lay another world on this grassland. If they still want me to bow down and obey, it won't be so easy!"

By the end of the day, Francis's chubby face had become clear, and it was evident that he had thought of something from the past that had made him very unhappy.

Seeing this, Albert immediately closed his mouth in amusement, not daring to ask any more questions.

"In addition, if the elites of those mercenary groups suffer heavy losses, won't it be much easier for our Red Flame Fire Dragon Mercenary Group to make up our minds to annex them? Everything has advantages and disadvantages!" Francis's face showed an extremely sinister smile.

At this time, Albert seemed to remember something again, hesitated for a long time, and finally opened his mouth to ask: "By the way, General, are we really not going to inform Lord Jose to come to the mercenary conference? After all, he is the deputy head of our mercenary group, and in terms of military rank, when he was in Byzantium, he was also a lieutenant general like you! Now, at least on the surface, our faction and the faction headed by him have not completely torn their faces, do we need to give him the respect he deserves?"

After hearing the name Jose, a trace of disgust suddenly flashed in Francis's eyes, his face was gloomy like water, and he slowly shook his head and said: "Jose has always opposed me to cooperate with Zigler, the reason is that there are no imperial soldiers

Ministry of Order. This brainless guy usually goes against me in other things, and I'm going to have to clean him up sooner or later. Anyway, he doesn't approve of holding this mercenary conference, so we don't need to call him to participate!"

When Francis appeared in the hall of the Mercenary Guild, the gloom on his round fat face had long since disappeared, but was replaced by a cute smile that made people feel like a spring breeze.

"Contemptible Francis, I am the leader of the Red Flame Fire Dragon Mercenary Regiment and the president of the Riptide Fort Mercenary Guild! Today, on behalf of the Red Flame Fire Dragon Mercenary Regiment and the Riptide Fort Mercenary Guild, I am here to welcome you to this mercenary conference. Francis walked up to the presiding podium in the mercenary hall, faced the black crowd under the stage, and said enthusiastically with open hands.

At this moment, the hall of the Mercenary Guild of Fort Riptide has been crowded, and there are no less than hundreds of mercenaries gathered here, and the scene is very noisy. Francis didn't speak loudly, but he silenced all the noise in the hall of the Mercenary Guild. In such a noisy environment, all the mercenaries heard what Francis said clearly.

Most of the mercenaries in the hall of the mercenary union were silent, although a few mercenaries were still talking, but their voices were much quieter, and they turned from high-pitched talk to whispering.

"This fat man, it's quite good to play with one hand 'Fighting Qi Control Tone'!" At the guest of honor where the leaders of the major mercenary groups were seated, Onnard, the leader of the beast mad mercenary group, pouted

Ethan Berry, the leader of the Night Stalker Mercenary Regiment sitting next to Leonard, sneered: "Don't be unconvinced, although they are both ninth-level Dou Qi cultivators, Francis's control over Dou Qi is indeed not comparable to you and me." If the Dou Qi cultivation is in the middle of the middle, then the subtle differences in the control of the Dou Qi are enough to determine the winner in the battle. That's why Francis always presses you and me. ”

"Hmph, this time, that time, when this time is over, I may have to find time to ask this fat man for advice!" Onnard sneered.

When Esenberry heard this, his face changed slightly, and the words he said became a secret voice: "What do you mean......? Your fighting spirit has improved again, is it the peak of the ninth level?"

Leonard didn't respond to Esenberry, but the pride on his face was self-evident.

Esenberry's face was cloudy for a moment. He, Leonard, and Francis, as one of the few ninth-level powerhouses in the mercenary world of the Northern Frontier Prairie, have been fighting openly and secretly. Because Francis's strength is better than him and Leonard, the pattern between the three parties is that he and Leonard are each other's supporters most of the time. But now, with the further improvement of Leonard's strength, the three-way pattern is about to change, and his situation may be even more uncomfortable.

After a brief welcome speech on the stage, Francis went straight to the point: "The purpose of this mercenary conference must be known to you. That is, there is a patron who, through our Riptide Fort Mercenary Guild, will release a Tier 3A mission today. In addition, the owner asked for the confidentiality of his identity, which I will not talk about here. I will only tell you about the task and the remuneration of the host, and see if you are interested in taking on this task. ”

After speaking, Francis took out a piece of parchment folded into several stacks from his arms, held it high in his hand, and said, "This is the 3A-level task entrustment of that patron!"

Countless fiery eyes suddenly stared at the sheep

on vellum.

Francis slowly unfolded the parchment, took it in his hand, cleared his throat, and read aloud: "Mission: Kill or capture alive the seriously injured green dragon, Grade: AAA, Location: Zagaroni Mountain, Reward: 500,000 gold coins." ”

The content of the mandate was very concise, and Francis read it in one sentence. When Francis read out the contents of the mandate, the audience fell silent at first, and then instantly boiled over.

"Dragon slaying, it turned out to be a dragon slaying mission!"

"How many years has it been since we had a dragon slaying mission on the grassland?"

"Anyway, I've been a mercenary in the Northern Xinjiang Grassland for twenty years, and I've never seen a dragon slaying mission released!"

"Twenty years, isn't it? Commander, didn't the Beamon Empire kill a bronze dragon at Tiandu Peak a few months ago?"

"You're stupid, that's an orc army slaying dragons, and it's not a mercenary mission!"

"Oh, that's right, Commander, let's take this mission! Since the orc army can slay dragons, let's try it too? You see, the mission says that this green dragon is still seriously injured!"

"Do you have in your head? That dragon-slaying orc army is a blood-toothed wolf cavalry, the elite of the orc army, one can fight four or five guys like you, and they are facing the same wounded dragon, but in the end hundreds of people died! Just these people from our mercenary group, still go to slay dragons? I'm afraid it's not enough to stuff the dragon's teeth!"

"I heard that in that battle, the orcs not only used dragon slaying arrows, but even took out big killing weapons such as dragon slaying cannons, and the result was still so tragic! How can we mercenary groups have such equipment? What is the difference between slaying dragons and sending them to death?"

......

The entire hall of the mercenary union was drowned in the chatter of the mercenaries.

Francis glanced at the mercenaries who presided over the stage, and sneered to himself. Although many mercenary groups in the field retreated after hearing that it was a dragon slaying mission, the leaders of those big mercenary groups obviously showed interest. Especially a few ninth-level powerhouses who are self-assured and extraordinary, they are even more interested in their eyes.

After all, a ninth-level powerhouse was only one step away from the Holy Rank, although it was extremely difficult to cross that step. However, after being seriously injured, a dragon equivalent to the Holy Rank can still exert some Holy Rank strength? Perhaps, you can try your luck?

Francis saw the expressions of the crowd and knew that at least many of the high-level mercenaries were moved, and the task of finding cannon fodder was half successful. Francis smiled slightly, summoned one of his subordinates to the main material table, handed him the parchment in his hand, and ordered, "Go and put this mission letter on the bulletin board at the entrance of the mercenary union." After the subordinate took the power of attorney, he immediately stepped down from the podium, squeezed out the mercenary union, and posted the power of attorney on the bulletin board at the door.

Outside the mercenary union, there was a sudden burst of people's voices. Due to the large number of mercenaries who rushed to Fort Riptide this time, and the Fort Riptide Mercenary Guild was limited by the area, only a small number of mercenaries were eligible to enter the Mercenary Guild, and the vast majority of mercenaries could only stop outside the Mercenary Guild and wait for the release of Level 3A missions. When the 3A-level dragon slaying mission power of attorney was officially posted on the bulletin board at the entrance of the mercenary union, the sensation caused can be imagined.