To be precise, it was two humans, and a dwarf. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

At the front was a resolute-faced human, who looked to be in his forties, somewhat bald, dressed in brass plate armor and carrying a knight's sword behind his back. The human behind him looked a little younger, but he was also in his forties, with short hair, a thick beard on his face, and a suit of steel plate armor.

At the very back is a Copperbeard Dwarf, due to his height. If you don't pay attention, it's easy to ignore him. The dwarf had a bald head, with only a pigtail on the back of his head, and to be honest, his hair was not as thick as his two braids. He wears a dwarven half-body chain mail, and leather armor on his shoulders and wrists.

They found an empty seat in the hall and sat down. Ordered a pot of dwarven spirits and a few side dishes to accompany the wine. Then while chatting, he began to drink.

These people must have just completed a hired mission, and the armor on their bodies still had many damages that had not had time to be repaired, and there were still black-brown blood stains in some places. But this time the pay should be said to be quite generous, because they all have satisfied smiles on their faces.

"They are the people of the Silver Boar. That bald man is their captain, named Harry? Bogard, that young human named Christopher? Farrar, and that copperbearded dwarf Edith? Blom, like that, is the vice-captain of the Silver Boar...... "Bart? Leibi lowered her voice and introduced.

"Silver boar? It's an interesting name, but what about their reputation? Diego asked with interest.

"The word of mouth is very good. They are very strong, and they can usually complete the commission from their employers, and they have never heard of them selling their employers or collecting money from both sides. ”

"How many of them are there?" Diego asked.

"The three captains and vice-captains each lead a team of five, and even counting them, there are a total of eighteen people. Most of them are veterans who have retired from the regiment and have a lot of combat experience. "Bart? Leibi seemed to know a lot about the mercenary team, and for the sake of his lameness, he was eager to sell himself to Diego in its entirety, not to mention the silver boar. At this moment, it seemed to him that he could be favored by this benevolent lord. It's the honor of the silver boar.

"Tell me, what are their characteristics?"

"The dwarf is a defensive warrior, and his squad is known as the Rock, and he is the best at shielding. And that Christopher? Farrar is good at attacking. Once he goes berserk, several people may not be able to stop him, and his team is known as Volcano. And their captain Harry? Bogard, on the other hand, was a good conductor, and he was said to have been the captain of a certain legion, once leading thousands of troops. But later, because he offended a big nobleman, he was kicked out of the army. Shit! How can there be such a shit everywhere, what a damn nobleman! He digressed as he spoke, cursing angrily.

But he soon remembered that the lord beside him was a nobleman, and he couldn't help but panic suddenly.

"I'm very sorry, my lord, but I didn't mean you, I know that you are not the same as those foolish nobles." He explained awkwardly.

Diego didn't say a word, he waved his hand. Signal Bart? Leiby shut up. But he didn't plan to go over and hang out with the three people of the Silver Boar right now, but sat in his seat and drank wine, intending to listen to what these people had to say first.

The three silver boars across the table from them were chatting happily at the moment, but most of them were dwarf Addis? Blom and Christopher? Farrar speaks, their captain Harry? Bogard drank silently and watched his men foam at the mouth.

"I really miss the dwarven ale in that inn in Lordaeron, remember the battle we started there?" The dwarf recalled. They seem to be talking about the past.

"I broke two legs that night, how could I forget it?" Christopher? Farrar couldn't help but touch his leg and shivered, it seemed that the impression that place had left on him was not much better.

"Still. Thankfully, we finally got all the bones done. The dwarf said happily, and he took a big sip of his cup.

"Three months later, I woke up in North County. Even his twentieth birthday was spent in a hospital bed......" Farrar said with emotion.

"To my surprise, you survived." The dwarf took the cup and drank the wine from it, and then he looked at his captain aggrievedly

"Alright, Edith. Don't look at it. I knew that a pot of dwarven spirits wouldn't satisfy you, "Harry? Burgard rolled his eyes helplessly, he raised his hand, and beckoned to the bartender, "Hey, David, another jug of dwarven spirits." ”

"I'm telling you, I fought the whole war, I remember the battle at Dharon Mill, there was fog everywhere that night, and we had to lie down in the mud for an ambush, and you should be glad you missed that nightmare battle." Waiting for David? Langston came with the flask, and the dwarf immediately poured himself a full glass, and then took a big sip.

"yes, I know that, you had to pick up your finger that night and put it in your cigarette pouch and brought it back." Christopher chimed in.

"Hehe, we've got to be glad that there are a few good priests in the legion who saved your legs and my fingers." The dwarf smiled happily.

"I mention yì, a toast to the priests of the Legion, and wish them the grace of eternal bathing in the Holy Light!" Harry? Burgard said suddenly, this was the first time he had spoken since he sat down.

But there is no doubt that this mention yì is extremely popular, and the sound of clinking glasses is endless.

"But since we left the Legion, we haven't had a priest to look after us." The dwarf said regretfully, he lifted his chain mail and counted his wounds on his body, "Even if I am wounded, I can only survive, you can look at these wounds on my body." He grumbled dissatisfied.

"Are you regretting leaving the Legion with us?" Next to him, Christopher? Farrar asked, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"Of course not, I mean, shouldn't we be recruiting a pastor? If that doesn't work, find another healer. I heard that there are some gnolls in them recently, why don't we recruit one? The dwarf quickly explained.

"We can give it a try, but the Jackal's behavior is really worrying...... "Captain Harry? Bergard pondered for a moment and said, but he quickly changed the subject, apparently not wanting to say more on the subject—in this skill. Ten dwarves are no match for a human, "Well, let's not compare who has more wounds, let's talk about something else pleasant!" ”

"Remember the time I drank at Fort Watch? That's the first time I've seen you drunk like that since I met you! "He looked at Christopher? Farrar said with a laugh.

"Of course, did I throw up three or four times that day? That Watchcastle spirit is really strong, Edith. I'll say it's a much stronger wine than you dwarven spirits! Christopher recalled.

"Alright, alright, I'll admit that the wine can be poured directly into the engines of the gnomes' mechanical walkers as fuel!" The dwarf agreed, but he immediately began to taunt his teammates, "I've never seen anyone escape from a table as fast as you do, not even when an orc is in a rout. ”

"Come on, you've been screaming like a little girl all night, that's the funniest thing I've ever seen." Christopher shot back.

......The dwarf was finally speechless.

It's so funny that even Diego can't help but laugh. laughed. It was hard for him to imagine in his mind a horrible scene of a dwarf screaming all night.

At that moment, Diego was surprised to find the dwarves swaggering over from their table.

"Hey, I said man, is this funny? You've been listening to this for a long time. Am I supposed to charge you some of the tips I threw to the bard?" The dwarf pulled a chair from the next table, sat on it with a golden sword, and slammed the wooden wine glass on the table, and the hops splattered out of the glass, spraying Masrae in the face with foam.

Then in the next moment, accompanied by a roar full of wildness. A huge bear claws whipped over its chest. Shot the dwarf out like a leather ball, smashing tables and chairs all over the ground along the way.

Over there with the silver boar, Christopher? Farrar shouted, wielding two broadswords. Rushed this way.

However, before he could swing his broadsword, a revolver was already in his jaw.

"If you want me to shoot you in the head, you can just give it a try!" Diego said coldly, his other hand holding a death stare in one hand, at Harry? In Bogard's direction, the glowing light energy spread and flowed on the body of the spear. It was as if the next moment it would be accompanied by the roar of bullets. Even those who have never seen the power of this musket can feel the terrifying power it contains, and being aimed at its black hole is like gazing at death itself, which is chilling.

Diego didn't deliberately restrain the glare on his death gaze. He did this on purpose, because in the world of mercenaries, strength is the basis for determining a qiē, and without excellent skills, no one will take you seriously.

"Well played! Kill him! ”

"his face!" In the hall, the drunken drinkers with red faces and thick necks were screaming wildly, and a few of them were still whistling loudly, lest the world be chaotic. These people are not good birds, and they are here in search of excitement.

Truth be told, that's the norm here, and if there wasn't a fight between the pigs and the Whistle Hotel that day, the sun would have come out of the west.

"Hey, calm down, man, we don't mean anything malicious." In the midst of a roar of voices, Harry? Burgard raised his hands and said in as gentle a tone as he could.

"Well, for my sake, let's stop it!" Over the bar, the innkeeper Rhys? Langston also shouted with a bone cleaver in his hand. Behind him, his son David? Langston carried a hammer in one hand and a steel shield in the other, ready to keep Daddy inside.

At the back door leading to the back kitchen, butchers, cooks, and cooks rushed out brandishing boards and kitchen knives. The whole hotel was tense, as if a little spark could set it on fire.

"Okay, old Rees, for your sake." Diego glanced around and slowly put away his gun, his purpose of deterrence had been achieved, and it was time to talk about business.

At this moment, in a pile of rotten wood in the corner of the wall, the dwarf Edith? Blom arched suddenly. There is also a vegetable leaf on top of his head.

"Who is it? Who just attacked me!? He carried a chair leg in his hand and shouted majestically. (To be continued.) )