In the year 2434 of the imperial calendar, the month of the end of the secret month (July), the prince of the border.

It is the height of summer, the golden sun hangs high in the sky, exuding endless heat, the dry earth is hot, the transparent air is even distorted under the high temperature, and the sky and earth are like an infinite oven.

In such a dry and hot weather, even if you sit still, you will be covered with sweat after a while, if it is in the old world town, even the lowest commoners will not want to go out to work, let alone those delicate noble lords, and in the barren and chaotic land, people have long been accustomed to this climate, like weeds between the cracks of the stones, even if the environment is harsh, they can live tenaciously.

At the foot of the mountains on the edge of the world, on the edge of a short coniferous forest that is not very vast, there is a construction site that has obviously just been carved out, twenty or thirty acres of land, about the size of a small village.

A group of slaves were exposed to the blazing sun, sweating and doing the heavy work of building houses, and occasionally some fainted from heat stroke, but no one stopped, because for them, they had to work hard to survive, and even if their owners hadn't lied, they could be free.

Marceau Yebatti wiped the dense beads of sweat on his forehead with the sleeves of his old canvas fabric, the young mercenary with dark brown curly hair was still wearing an unpretentious but simple and capable mercenary uniform, and his original immature face was much more mature than before.

The freckles that symbolize youth have faded a lot, there is also a faint cyan stubble around the upper lip and chin, and the figure is even taller and stronger, but overall, he still looks like a fledgling teenager, and he can't tell that he is already a squad leader of an A-level mercenary group, and he can receive a salary of four gold crowns a month.

Whether it is the position of a cadre in the top three mercenary groups of the "Frontier Prince's Territory", or a high salary that can withstand the entire income of an ordinary family in "Fetanburg" for eight or nine months, he can be worthy of the words young and promising, which is enough to live an enviable and prosperous life in the "Frontier Prince's Territory".

Unlike most of the usual mercenaries, who usually spend their earned gold on low-quality ale and prostitutes' bellies, Marceau has her own ideas.

First of all, he gave half of his salary to the family, so that his mother no longer had to go to the restaurant to wash dishes, and his younger siblings who were still growing up could also eat well, and even had a lot of surplus, as for the drunken father, who had been missing for several months, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

The rest of the money Marceau also has plans.

He usually eats and lives in the mercenary group, and has no other bad hobbies, except for buying a better two-handed broadsword, the rest of the money has been saved, he hopes that he will have the opportunity to learn more advanced swordsmanship in the future, and the basic swordsmanship taught by the veteran instructor of the mercenary group can no longer satisfy him.

I have to say that while having the key element of diligence, Marceau's talent in swordsmanship is also very good, and his strength has improved recently, and there is a faint feeling of breakthrough, if he succeeds, he will be a bronze swordsman at the beginning level, and he can definitely stand out from the crowd at his age.

Looking at the busy crowd in front of him, as well as the brick and stone houses that were taking shape, Marceau was filled with emotion.

Praise the Light! All of this was something I couldn't have imagined before.

Not long after returning from "Aldolph" two months ago, the mercenaries, who had not had time to digest this thrilling, magnificent, and bizarre "epic journey", received an order that the headquarters of the mercenary group would be moved out of "Fetenburg".

Moving to the edge of a deserted wooded area not far to the south, backed by the mountains on the edge of the world, also meant starting from scratch.

The mercenaries, who had become accustomed to the prosperous life of "Fetenburg", were naturally not happy, but soon these complaints disappeared, for the simple reason that the elite who followed the regiment leader to the old world did not hesitate to obey, showing a discipline that was completely inconsistent with their original identity.

As for those stubborn guys, they were all cleaned up by a group of new mercenaries with unfamiliar faces, and in such a way that some key parts were hit hard, they saw that the other people's crotches were cold for a while, and without saying a word, they packed their bags and followed the regiment leader.

According to the rules of the mercenary union, A-class mercenary groups can have their own independent territory as a base, and some of the old big mercenary groups are stationed in a small town or castle, such as the most famous "Shadow Moon Frostwolf Mercenary Group" in the border prince's territory, which is an independent force that divides one side and does not need to be attached to others.

"Forgive the Mercenary Group" seems to have this idea, but it is not easy, the first thing is to establish relations with other local lords, but the side of the couch does not allow others to sleep soundly, especially in this chaotic land! No one wants a new force next to them.

But in this regard, the mercenary group has an innate advantage, not to mention their relationship with "Fetanburg", Lord Fitandila even provided a lot of material and manpower help, otherwise they would have the current scale in two months on their own.

What made Marceau wonder why the lord didn't return from the Old World with them in the end, and arrived before himself.

In addition, there is the Miss Brienne, who has not been seen since that turbulent "Night of a Thousand Laws", except for the private discussions of the mercenaries, and no one has mentioned it on formal occasions, as if it did not exist.

I really hope to see that heroic "beauty" again!

The young mercenary shook his head, dispelling the sturdy and graceful figure in his mind, adolescent teenagers always have some hidden secrets, but Marceau quickly regained his composure and turned his attention back to his future.

I heard that the regiment commander recently wanted to send someone to the "Arsenal Fort" to build a new branch, maybe he should take the initiative and hone it more.

In addition, in order to calm people's minds and attract displaced people, after the new station is repaired, the families of mercenaries will be provided with housing and land free of charge, and if they want to do business, they will also provide almost interest-free small loans in the name of the "Redemption Chamber of Commerce".

As soon as these benefits were announced, they were naturally strongly supported by the mercenaries, and Marceau also pondered that lending some gold coins to open a small restaurant for his mother could be regarded as a long-term business, so that he could go out and work hard without worries......

While the young mercenaries were planning their future lives, on a small hillside not far behind the construction site, Rep, who had finally been promoted to the rank of mid-level Silver Shield Knight, and a dozen sturdy mercenaries were standing next to a tall green figure, introducing the latter to the progress of the construction of the new show, and around them, there were more strange green creatures, as well as a hidden but spacious cave.

Humans and Greenskins actually stood together in harmony instead of fighting for their lives.

There is no doubt that this can only happen in one place, and that is the "Broken Claw Tribe" of Stone.

"My lord, at the current rate, we will be able to move here in a month at most."

The person who can make the mercenary leader speak with this attitude is naturally the black orc boss who has recovered his true body.

"Well, what about people? How many people can there be here? ”

Stone asked leisurely with a thick cigarette in his mouth.

"We have 600 mercenary regiments, 300 family members, 1,002 slaves, and more than 200 other chaotic homeless, a total of almost 2,400 people, and the slaves in the entire Fetanburg Health Point have basically been bought by us."

The black orc nodded, staring at the closest building to him in the distance, which was also the tallest and most extensive of all the houses, and said:

"There are so many enough, don't worry, stabilize the hearts of the people inside, and, the most important thing is to repair the church as soon as possible, don't look at the deserted place now, I dare to guarantee that it will become a holy place for countless people to pay homage and praise in the future! Because this will be the birthplace of the great Light! Stormwind! ”