Unlike every previous draw, after this draw, the system did not issue rewards immediately, but asked Brienne to wait.

It seems that this thing from another dimension is just different.

This also happened to Brienne's wishes, and she didn't want this group of "aliens from another world" to appear in front of her out of thin air.

The sailboat has already gone offshore, and if they are summoned to the ship, in such a small space, they can't hide it, and a group of outer space soldiers falling from the sky will inevitably be too terrifying.

The system didn't say what state this group of soldiers would appear in, naked? Or is it fully armed with high-tech equipment from 40,000 years from now?

Whatever the case may be, it's cumbersome to explain.

Couldn't she have killed all the witnesses?

Not to mention that there are so many people in the mercenary group, even the sailors on the ship, they can't kill them all, so whoever drives the ship will inevitably greatly affect the speed of the journey.

So Brienne waited patiently, until the "Silent Giant" arrived at "Nunn", and the system finally sent a hint that the reward could be cashed, just as the ship was about to dock.

[Bonus "Armageddon Orc Hunter Squad (Special Class)" will be distributed]

………

【Armageddon Orc Hunter Squad (Recruit)】

[Quantity: 30 people (3 full teams)]

[Quality: Rare (almost all of them are recruits, but the potential is unlimited)]

[Equipment: None (because of insufficient energy, I can only come to this planet bare-bottom)]

[Traits: Unscrupulous (Combat Skills +2), Orc Plague (Morale +3 against Greenskins)]

[Description: A human soldier from another dimension, who has just finished a brutal survival trial and selection, and his savage appearance and rude demeanor make him look similar to the Norscans in the north]

[Maintenance fee: 100 per person per month]

……

This is the attribute that Brienne sees in the system, yes, it seems to be just a group of recruits, not the most feared elite "Skull Hunters" in the Hunters' Regiment, and there are not many of them, only the leader is the only veteran.

But even the recruits were far more physically fit and potential than ordinary people in the medieval world, so Brienne wasn't too disappointed, and their rare qualities showed that.

In the judgment of the system, only the troops with special skills, characteristics or equipment can become special troops, and the division of quality is also very strict, with requirements for the number of sizes and individual strength.

On the premise of having special attributes, the more quantity, the higher the quality.

However, this also has an upper limit, like the fart spirit and tyrant of the "Broken Claw Tribe", at first it was just the most ordinary white quality, and later because it can be recruited, the number reached more than a thousand, but the quality has only been upgraded by one level, reaching the green rare, and it has reached the top.

The other two special classes of the tribe, "Death Creeper" and "Howler Under the Moon", are even worse, they are also of green quality, but the number has not increased since they were won in the lottery, there are only a few dozen, and the quality naturally cannot be improved.

Except for the "Butt Spirit", which was accidentally created by Stone using the special building "Toilet", she has not found a way to recruit or train the remaining two special classes, so she has used them very carefully, but fortunately, she has maintained zero deaths so far.

In addition, even the "Broken Tooth Guard", which is composed entirely of orcs and big guys, has not been systematically recognized until now, and is just an ordinary army.

This shows the rarity of the special class, which also reflects the preciousness of this "Armageddon Orc Hunter Squad" from another angle.

But before Brienne could finish her joy, she received another system prompt as she stared at the scantily clad brawny men rushing to the dock.

[This lottery (different space) is an additional reward after the evolution of the system, if you want to carry out the lottery (different space) in the future, you need to consume 2 lottery chances and 50,000 AAAGH points each time! 】

……

The originally beautiful blonde mercenary was still a drooling face, and in an instant she became the director of menopause, and her face was like a layer of ice that had been covered for thousands of years, and it was so cold that she couldn't do it.

Dog Day System! Sure enough, it won't be so kind.

Additional bonuses? Isn't this just a naked temptation, let me taste the sweetness first, I can't stop, and then I will obediently spend double the lottery chances and 50,000 aaagh! , to change a draw with completely unpredictable results.

Hum! I won't be so easily fooled, even if I am surrounded by people and beaten by the crowd in the future, I will not use this cost-effective lottery!

Just seconds after Brienne let out a sneer and made an iron-clad vow, she changed her mind.

Wait a minute...... Fifty thousand, yes, I have! I have! Wait for me to make up two draws, and I'll draw!

It turned out that after this group of bare-handed and scantily dressed macho men got on the boat, they didn't say a word, brutally squeezed away Lepu and the others who were blocking in front of them, rushed to the troublesome mercenaries holding weapons, and did it directly.

Then their performance made Brienne herself slap herself in the face.

The kind that snaps.

Also beaten was Siebel, who saw someone on the boat, and thought that he was here to make trouble, and was worried that he had no chance to perform, so he immediately pointed his sword at this group of uninvited guests and shouted:

"Wherever the dock thugs came from, get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind! ”

As a result, before the words fell, a black shadow quickly flashed under his sight, and then with a terrible scream, the red-haired mercenary fell to the ground with the long sword in his hand, and he also fell to the ground, curled up in his crotch, and rolled in pain.

Like a spicy crayfish struggling in a wok.

Brienne next to her only felt a chill in her crotch, and her face was full of unbearable eyes, she seemed to hear the sound of her heart and another organ shattering at the same time.

Siebel's hoarse screams were like the start of a concert, and the deck immediately erupted in a variety of tones of ghost crying wolf howls.

Although there were only thirty people, although they were empty-handed, and although they were only wearing thin clothes and trousers that they had been snatched temporarily, under the leadership of a blonde flat-headed man covered with dense scars, this group of strong men was like a pack of muscular wolves, pounced into a large litter of lambs that had not yet fully developed, and beat those mercenaries who had just been invincible to find their teeth in three strokes and five by two.

Punches, kicks, knees, headbutts, every part of their bodies is a deadly weapon that cannot be guarded against.

The eyes, the back of the head, the crotch, the chrysanthemum, every weak part is the target of their attack, which is unexpected.

This group of soldiers who have undergone rigorous training and are at the same time vigorous and athletic perfectly illustrate what it means to be a hooligan is not scary, but afraid that hooligans are educated.

All kinds of yin tricks and damage tricks emerge in endlessly, and every time you make a shot, someone must fall down crying and roll on the ground.

The whole scene made everyone else dumbfounded, especially the men, their hearts and crotch were cold, but Brienne was enthusiastic and eager to join in.

Furious, this group of soldiers is too brutal, even more brutal than the green skins! Too...... It's to my taste.