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"Angela, you're going down like this?"

After a long pause, the mercenary Mickey seemed to be unable to believe what had happened, and Angela, the "Wind Twin Swords", had actually accomplished the feat of whereabouts with such a juggling feat - he hesitated, and then looked back at his companion. The breathing that was close at hand also became extremely heavy at this time, and Norman swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the man from the Razisbulma Mercenary Guild, who was known for his outstanding swordsmanship, found that if he followed Angela's method, things were not impossible......

Only, his weapon ...... A broad-bladed sword, with a heavy weight, wielded with the strength of its wrist, the attack was surging and unstoppable. But in this kind of situation, which requires dexterity and sufficient physical coordination, it is undoubtedly not suitable - except for Angela, none of the five mercenaries use a two-handed weapon.

Mickey, a sword and shield warrior; Rank, a ranger longbowman skilled in archery; Rowan, a strong young man, accustomed to wearing armor, and a long-handled spear stuck in his back—

"We don't think we can apply this method directly."

Mickey cocked his thumb and touched his chin, and he and Norman realized the same reality and muttered. However, these mercenaries are not novice rookies without adventure experience, Angela looked down at them, they recalled the scene just now, and quickly figured out another way that suited them-

"Angela, stick your twin swords in the place you just now! That's right, the last two places. ”

Mickey shouted, and then, as Angela had done before, he stabbed his scimitar against the rock wall - it was a weapon tempered from fine black steel, and it had cost him a hundred and eighty rael and countless saliva to get rid of the greedy old fellow at the dwarven blacksmith in Boomer. But now, Mickey didn't care about his precious knife, and the blade cut a gap in the surface of the rock, and he added a little more force, and the blade rubbed against the fine stone grains, making a piercing sound, leaving scratches one after another on the gray blade.

His right hand rested on the hilt of his sword, and in front of him, Norman bent down and handed him two other tools: the greatsword, and Rowan's spear - in this case, these two things fully showed the weight they deserved, and the weight of Mickey's entire body was pressed against his right arm, and the extra weight made him blush instantly.

Thankfully, he managed to make it through - and the rest of his movements became smooth, and he inserted his weapon every few meters, and as he descended to the middle of the steep slope, Angela threw her twin swords in their scabbards. The precision of the technique made it effortless for Mickey to catch it, and he continued to repeat the previous movements, and in this way, the five weapons divided the steep slope into six sections, each with an average distance of seven or eight meters - with careful grasp, the weapons on the rock wall could be used to temporarily settle down and avoid falling directly from the sky.

Norman, Rank, and finally Rowan, after nearly half an hour of tense tossing, the three mercenaries finally fell to the ground safely, and the weapons inserted in the rock wall were collected by Rowan who acted last and returned to their respective hands.

In the passage, a faint ray of light could be seen in the distant cavern. Following the direction of the light source, the five mercenaries took a breath and staggered over.

……

After leaving the human kingdom for more than half a year, they finally saw the light of day again. The autumn air smelled of ripe crops, and the five mercenaries walked out of the cave, and the outside world was a late autumn scene in the Northlands - the leaves on the branches of most of the trees had fallen clean, the weeds in the field had turned yellow and messy, and in the distance a clear sky could be seen with several hovering gulls.

"Fresh air, I still prefer the surface world."

Mickey tilted his head and took a deep breath and said with emotion. His companions looked at the landscape around them, and for a moment they were in a trance—they had thought they were going to die at the hands of the Lich in the Tower, but then the sudden turn of events was as unbelievable as a dream.

The five of them were the only survivors. Think of the ruins quest they went on with their fellow adventuring team in the spring. The five of them soon became silent, as mercenaries, they already knew their fate and future - few people in this business survived to the twilight of their lives, and the death in the course of the mission was perhaps not the most miserable in a way, and the rest of their lives were miserable and gloomy for those who were once disabled by their injuries, almost a struggle to survive. The five of them looked at each other, remembered the pictures in their memories, and sighed for a long time.

But the experience of escaping death still makes them happy. After resting for a while, and getting some wild fruits and mountain springs from the mountains and forests as a physical supplement, they came to a strange town, watching the crowds and carts and horses coming and going, the vendors and customers standing on both sides of the street to bargain for the goods, and a few children in the town were shouting and running and playing...... It was a world away.

As the five of them walked through the streets of the town, they soon passed a tavern, a wooden building common in the Northland, square, like a box. On the side facing the street, the "box" opens with a row of small round windows, framed in the shape of a cross, wrapped in shiny iron sheets, and covered with a layer of oiled paper that looks dirty.

The aroma of food and ale wafts from here.

Mickey shrugged his nose, almost subconsciously, as he walked towards the tavern door - but before he could take a few steps, Norman stopped him.

"Do you have Rael on you? Or copper sol. ”

Mickey stroked his body for a moment, then shook his head. However, he then turned his attention to several others. The feeling coming from his belly was so real, he believed his companions were the same.

"Before that mission, I left all Rael to Lacey."

Norman glanced at the tavern where the people were coming in and out, and whispered. Lacey is his wife, they have been married for many years, and he is almost an outlier among the mercenaries who are mainly singles. There used to be some vulgar guys joking about the story between him and Lacey, but now, these guys can't even find the bones.