After the mercenaries and the princess's escort converged, the situation quickly stabilized, and the three mercenary groups gradually gathered together, the melee combat was handed over to the sword master, and the magician was responsible for the range, although there was a numerical suppression, but for the mercenaries who were experienced in a hundred battles in front of them, it was much easier to deal with these enemies who were good at cooperating with the battle after they were scattered.

Barrett withdrew the staff and looked at the corpses on the ground, "This is just the first batch. ”

The leaders of the three mercenary groups next to him were pale, not only the other party's people died in the battle just now, but the people of their mercenary group were not as strong as those free mercenaries, this time they had already lost four or five high-level magicians, you know, the people in the mercenary group did not only have the role of fighting.

Seeing the faces of these three people, Barrett looked contemptuous, the beating the day before yesterday had no effect, if the person he brought out was the Chiyan of the two hundred people, he would not need to do such a big thing. However, considering the princess in the carriage, Barrett was glad that these people were small and would not cause any trouble, otherwise this additional princess alone would be enough for him to drink a pot.

"My ability is not good, and I won't reflect on it and will only shirk responsibility, did I teach you that!" An angry voice appeared, Angelo and the others turned their heads to that side, and saw a magician beating a mercenary leader who was obviously younger, with a bad face, and he hated iron but not steel.

"Yes, I'm not capable enough, so please ask the old head to come back." The young group leader looked at the team behind him with a sad face, and bent a bitter smile, "You don't think that just a few of us can protect the high-level mercenary group of Burning Heaven, right?" This is our old leader. ”

"Don't tell me that!" The former old head of the regiment looked at the young faces, "You brought up the current Burning Sky." The bitterness in his tone was evident in his stagnant movements, and the magician seemed to smile, and turned away without speaking.

Angelo looked at this scene with a subtle look in his eyes, "In this way, it will be much easier for him to unite the mercenaries." "Not only can we contain the capable old leader, but also skillfully eliminate the possibility of the old leader's return, plus these free mercenaries whose qualifications are not weaker than the old leader, the development of the burning sky will definitely be very smooth.

"Those who can take the position are not simple mercenaries." Toris on the side snorted, looking a little disdainful. However, for the first time, his words were dissatisfied with the companions next to him, and Booker, who had always been closer to him, also frowned, "Don't limit yourself to it, don't bring the newcomer badly." ”

The newcomer, Angelo smiled, he had no intention of exploring the secrets inside, so he didn't answer.

Everyone here has their own story behind them, and everyone has their own reasons for taking this path. Angelo's involvement here would be a huge benefit, something he would never deny.

"Hold back, we're ready to hit the road." Convergence, the mercenary died in the mission, where is there a good burial place, but it is just a fire. The members of the mercenary group took back their brother's corpse and stacked it together to bid a silent farewell.

The scorched breath filled everyone's nasal cavity, Angelo glanced lightly at the princess's carriage protected by the barrier, and secretly said No wonder the princess didn't react when she choked her nose so much.

When a qiē turned to ashes, Claire began to chant, a faint white light enveloping her surroundings, and it was not only the people on their side who were saluted, but also those led by Quelinus. The identity of the Great Magister of the Light Department could not be concealed, so he simply earned a favor like this, Claire, who took Angelo's potion, blinked, and Angelo on the other side smiled. He didn't know what the mercenary thought, but Claire's thoughts were still probeable.

After a little rest, the group returned to the road. Only after this time, the rest of the people are more united, or rather, more vigilant.

The next attack was very fast, or they didn't give their group time to react at all, only half a day later, when night fell, Angelo heard the noisy sound of beasts outside the tent, "Are they trying to bring some snacks to Princess Susan?" ”

"If you absorb too much vitality, you will explode." Benedict had gotten up and was looking out of his tent. Beast night attack, this kind of trick really doesn't seem to be everyone's handiwork. "Want to make a move?"

"Do you think if you play stupid at this time, will you become a target?" Angelo was helpless and got up from the bed, "It's already messy outside." "In the next second, the tent had already retracted the ring, and under the dense cloth of lightning, it was much better to fight with beasts than with people.

But these beasts were clearly no match for their group, and until the sky turned gray, and without waiting for the follow-up troops, the mercenaries knew in their hearts that this was just the beginning.

Barrett is not a mediocre person, looking at the surrounding situation, he made a decision in his heart: "Everyone rest first, and then go on the road in the afternoon." The surrounding mercenaries also knew that the second wave of attacks would not appear soon, so instead of getting tired on the road, it was better to rest so generously. After all, this kind of trick against the enemy is more in line with the taste of their mercenaries.

After briefly clearing the ground, Angelo saw Torres holding a very peculiar whistle, his eyes were a little obscure, and even the pipe that he had been refusing to put down was placed on the ground.

Grabbed Booker, who was thinking about it, "Let him be quiet for a while, if he wants to say it, he will naturally sue you." Angelo blinked, watching Booker scratch his head in confusion, and felt powerless in his heart. The thinking of the aristocracy. ”

"Incomprehensible." Booker grinned and crossed his arms to the side, "Someday Torris will be sure of his choice." ”

Angelo sighed in his heart, it was not easy.

The reorganized camp quickly reverted to its pre-attack appearance, and Angelo and the few magicians next to him were not sleepy, for no other reason, this kind of place was really unbearable for magicians who were more sensitive than ordinary people.

Angelo secretly used the wind to blow away the surrounding breath, and Benedict, who had seen enough of the play, coughed lightly, and the wind speed around him increased, and soon the place was refreshed.

"It seems that there are some benefits in the wild, at least the smell here dissipates quickly." Claire waved back to her tent in a lazy voice. The people around nodded and dispersed to rest.

The two who returned to the tent looked at each other and smiled: "How do I feel troublesome, sometimes I am always with me." Angelo collapsed on the bed, the soft bed making him easily sleepy.

"There's nothing you can't trace." The smile on the corner of Benedict's mouth did not dissipate, and he hugged Angelo, who was already drowsy, "I was still so energetic just now, why can't I hold it as soon as I come in?" ”

"I'm still a minor and need enough sleep." Angelo's mouth was hard, but the upper and lower eyelids had already exposed him. Benedict, who had moved his hands and feet in the tent, smiled sullenly, and his expression remained unchanged, "Hurry up and sleep for a while." ”

It's still early.

The following night was exactly as everyone expected, there would be beast attacks in the wild, and there would be assassin night attacks in the town, and the enemy was hiding, and Barrett didn't bother to reveal the identities of these people, so he simply let the mercenaries kill them, and each mercenary who killed the assassin had a different reward. In addition to the magic core and gold coins, Barrett will also take some mercenaries to a hidden location to talk, although he does not know the content, but Angelo noticed that each mercenary who was called away would wink at the previous mercenary for a while when they returned.

"Barrett may be a good official, but he's not a proper strategist." Benedict saw a smile on the corner of his mouth when he saw the mercenaries who had some calculations, and at the same time, Angelo took out a water bladder and a small saucer from the ring, and poured out the water, "We have been detouring to the principality, and we have never entered the capital of the empire, but judging from the weather here, we should have entered the range of Lovak." ”

Nishizawa lay on Angelo's horse, his hair damp all over his body, licking the water from the saucer. Since the appearance of the Assassins, their speed has basically been in a state of escape, making them look like wolves, making those who carry out the assassination think that they have a plan, although the mercenaries still have losses, but they are much less than at the beginning.

"It's been more than three months since we started." Benedict looked at Nishizawa, who had just been promoted to a first-level Warcraft, "The little guy is making rapid progress." ”

"Follow a god all day long, if the progress is too slow, it will be too useless." Angelo set up Nishizawa, who had not yet recovered in earnest, and nodded the tip of his nose, and nearly a month of chasing and reversing day and night was probably one of the reasons that forced this little lazy to speed up the promotion.

Angelo looked at Nishizawa's wet eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth, and then saw a hint of disdain from those little black eyes, "Xiaochan, you still dislike me." ”

Nishizawa opened his mouth weakly, his little paws scratching the horse's back, he wanted that beautiful guardian.

The old man next to him looked at Xi Ze, whose breath didn't seem to be right, although most of the mercenaries here couldn't recognize the ice bear, but it was only the ice bear before the promotion, and after the promotion, it was not so safe.

Although the ice bear after promotion is only a first-level demonic beast, it is also a demonic beast. How can these mercenaries who deal with Warcraft and danger all day long not be aware of it.

Angelo saw the group of people surrounding him as if he didn't care, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he kept walking normally while helping Nishizawa calm the energy in his body.

The few keen people who were attracted by the promotion of the Warcraft just now also dodged it when they saw the posture here, and Claire hit Nishizawa with a white light, and Nishizawa, who was still lying on his stomach just now, immediately recovered his spirit and nodded in the direction of Claire.

"Little guy with aura." Old Guy grinned and took out a piece of jerky from his pocket to tease Nishizawa, but unfortunately, Nishizawa, who was accustomed to eating imperial kitchen skills with Angelo, was not interested in the poorly made mercenary rations. The tip of his nose shrugged and lost interest.

There was a chuckle around, but it was the most relaxed part of the whole group.

It's a pity that this ease is only two or three days' work. They were caught by a group of men and horses that appeared behind, clearly not the Assassins or their pursuers, but who were hasty and wolf-looking, most notably the mardal carriage in the middle, decorated with mahogany.

And the reason why Barrett attracted his attention was because of the emblem of the Grand Duke of the Xinlu Empire on the carriage.

"Who are you?" Barrett stepped forward to stop the group, his tone was not good, after all, the Grand Duke's affairs were well known, and there was a team of people who gave marriage on such a sensitive route, and Barrett couldn't convince himself that it was just a coincidence.

The current leader of the team saw Barrett's rough face but the clothes he was wearing did not look like a bandit, and the carriage in the middle was obviously a noble lady, so he relieved himself and only regarded him as a mercenary all the way with him.

"I'm Steven Toker, the leader of the Dawning Mercenary Regiment, and I took the daughter of the Duke of Sinlu to marry." Teucer stepped forward, and the men behind him surrounded the carriage, apparently on guard.

"I'm Barrett, the ambassador of the Sinlu Empire, how come I don't know that any Duke would marry his daughter so far away?" Barrett revealed his identity, even though he didn't have a staff in his hand or anything to prepare, his momentum alone could hold down Teucer, who had not yet been promoted to the Great Swordsman.

"It's the daughter of Duke Winter's family, and Lord Barrit must know that." Teucer had a kind smile on his face, but Barrett didn't believe it, Duke Winter even refused His Majesty's intention to marry with his title in the first two years, how could he let them give him a marriage.

"My lord," Casey urged forward and bowed slightly, "If you don't believe me, I have here a handwritten letter from the Duke of Winter, which was prepared for emergencies, but I don't want to use it here." ”

As soon as the wrist turned, a rolled scroll appeared in Casey's hand, this hand can be played beautifully, and only the master of his own space ring can be guaranteed. Casey looked at Barrett, who was skeptical, and gave Teucer a safe gesture with his right hand behind his back.

Teucer nodded, motioning for the people behind him to relax. At this moment, Barrett took the scroll with peace of mind.