"The original dream? What a mouthful name. ”

The name of the mercenary group that Gross had chosen was a compound phrase in the Elantan language, and Cassandra couldn't help but complain, but she quickly returned to her desk and began to go through the established formalities—

After about ten minutes, all of this was basically done, and they began to collect their mercenary badges under the guidance of a staff member.

"Original Dream" mercenary group: Captain Gross, Deputy Leader Stewart, official members Oliver, Stewart, Levine, Cameron, and Miss Mage Lady, Ladia Crane, and "Redbeard" Red, who lost to Gross in the fight.

There are eight people in total, not so much a mercenary group, but an adventure team.

In fact, in the northern land of the Elantra Kingdom in this year, such a small adventurous team of less than ten people is rare. Since the "Fog Pine War", the situation in the north has not been peaceful, in addition to the bandits scattered in the mountains and forests, some of the low-class nobles who are in an embarrassed situation have also put aside their reserve and pride on the surface, disguised themselves and joined the ranks of bandits, and at the slightest opportunity, they will launch raids and even kill people along the way.

Levin's uncle died at the hands of these men.

As a result, most of the mercenaries and merchants chose to go out in groups. At least, it seems that more people make them feel more secure inside-

However, Gross does not think so, if this kind of non-organized scale conflict occurs in the field, the number of personnel is often not the decisive factor, a strong man with outstanding strength can completely control the situation of the battle, the so-called number of people, is just an extra sword to cut off a human head.

Although their numbers are small, they are enough elite.

In addition to Gross, Stewart and "Redbeard" Red, the three warriors at the peak of their careers, the other five are also high-level existences, and the combination of professions is also quite reasonable, except that there are no clergy-

It's just that this kind of thing is not forced by Gross, and almost all the clergy of the Elantra Kingdom belong to the Church of the Holy Radiance, except for some creatures that target the dead or unclean and depraved creatures, they rarely go out on adventures with mercenaries.

Ten days have passed since the outbreak of the "Rebellion of Ambitions". The dead hidden in the dark underworld have once again stepped into the human realm after many years, and although the identity of the undead of those vanguard troops has not been completely revealed, Nogo, which is close to the north of Lazis, has already entered a solemn state of war.

After completing the registration of the mercenary group, Gross and his party returned to the guild hall, and they saw a wide and huge sign in the center of the hall, more than one person high, although there was no news of direct recruitment of people to participate in the war, but the first few messages in the queue were all large quantities of material delivery.

Merchants are one of the most perceptive groups of smellers.

Food, cloth, medicine, weapons, armor, etc., the merchants were worried about the safety of the journey, so they specially announced the news of employment in the mercenary guild of Boomer.

All kinds of mercenary organizations browsed around the mission signs, some people left one after another, and some people approached, and the mercenaries talked to each other from time to time, these people are almost all the leaders of various mercenary groups, and they usually have multiple considerations when choosing a task-

For example, the bounty of the mission, the manpower and strength required, as well as the distance and time required. After that, compare and analyze to determine if the bounty for each mission exceeds their minimum expectations.

After the arrival of Gross's line, there were already people around who recognized his appearance-

A middle-aged man with brown hair and a ruddy face greeted them warmly, and after receiving Gross's polite response, he smiled and quickly moved away from the empty space with several people behind him.

"Mr. Gross, I've heard that there are many romantic stories in mercenary life."

Miss Mage, who grew up in Bracada, stroked the mercenary badge on the left breast of her coat, the dark gold copper pin passed through the densely woven fibers of her clothes, her little face was as red as a ripe apple, and it could be seen that being an official mercenary made her a little excited-

Although such an identity is not a glory for her to show off, there is no doubt about the freshness in her heart.

"Radia, you seem to have been spending a bit too much time watching those boring knights lately."

Gross turned to the young lady and said with a blank face.

"Is there one?"

Miss Mage couldn't help but be stunned, she seemed to think about it for a moment, and immediately nodded, "Those stories are very interesting. ”

"But it's all made up by unreliable bards, and if you believe it, you're a fool."

"Well—but the swords and swords of those mercenaries, the plot of warriors and dragons, is very desirable."

"I don't want to run into any goddamn dragons."

Gross said this sentence sincerely, most of the dragons in the world of Illuson are not cute and harmless beings, except for a few alienated docile sub-dragons that can be tamed by humans, most of the others are some fierce and abnormal beasts. And the real dragon? Whether it's the evil, chaotic red, black, or poisonous dragons, or the self-proclaimed green, golden, and white dragons, they're all just a bunch of people with extremely bad temperaments.

Dragons have a long lifespan, and as the top creatures, they have wisdom that is not inferior to humans, and since they broke out of their eggs, they have at least the strength to awaken a high level, and they are not an existence that ordinary people can provoke at all-

Gross knew very well that while the world of Illuson had some so-called "dragon slayers", they were dealing with only the weakest of the dragons.

"Chief, it is said that the dragon's tongue is a delicious food......"

Levine couldn't help but interject.

"Hehe, it's just that with the strength of a rookie like you, when you encounter a dragon, it is estimated that it can only pass through its tongue, throat and stomach, and finally turn into a pile of pitiful excrement."

"Fart!"

Oliver and Levine quarrel again, and the two of them seem to have a natural habit of bickering. Gross looked at it and didn't show any surprise.

"Speaking of dragons, I've seen them once."

After an unexpected encounter with Lady Cassandra, Stewart seemed to have become silent during this time, but the conversation seemed to evoke memories for him, and he stood in the guild hall and looked into the distance, and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Stewart, where have you seen you?"

Radia couldn't help but be a little curious.

"Yahi, the icy canyon north of Thorne."

"You mean the injured white dragon back then?"