But Glo was already satisfied. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is the first time he has used this technique in a battle against humans since he came to this world. Judging from the results obtained, it's not bad - although there are many inconveniences and difficulties in adapting to the world before the game is launched, but from another point of view, most of the bugs that have appeared in previous lives can become benefits.

In this real world, there is probably no creator-like game company to fix the system and fix the bugs.

Looking at the several mercenaries standing in front of him, they were silent, their expressions were different, or fearful, or surprised, or thoughtful, but none of them, they were no longer the reserved and arrogant posture they had before-Glo raised his steps and walked towards the interior of the mine, behind him, the merchant Bane, the young man from the Golden Shell Chamber of Commerce, and a dozen or so people belonging to another chamber of commerce, after taking a look at the situation at the scene, they did not say anything more, and quickly followed.

The mercenaries acquiesced to the merchant's actions - strength dictated to them, and even if they were unwilling, they were helpless.

Biden, the captain of "Song of the Ashes", watched the young man with a tall figure and sharp eyes walk past him, and from the silence, he suddenly shouted softly: "Your Excellency, your name?" ”

However, the bandit leader did not answer, but only left a distant back - Biden's harmless baby face, bright eyes flashed a little essence. Retracting his gaze from the gloomy cavern, he turned to look at Barrett beside him, and asked in a soft, concerned voice:

"Mr. Barrett, are you hurt?"

The stocky middle-aged man did not respond. He put away the great sword in his hand until all the figures of the merchants disappeared into the passage of the mine, and he watched the light of the torches flickering and fading for a long time, and then he turned around, and there was still a trace of disbelief on his face.

"Flawless swordsmanship! The two swords attack the same point in high-speed movement, and even the timing is so accurate. ”

"You mean, that 'stealth continuous thrust' just now hit the 'attack multiplier'?"

When Biden heard this, he was even more shocked. Although Barrett did not say anything specific, he knew the meaning of what he described - two precision strikes acting on the same point, if the target was given the same frequency of attacks and enough power in a very short period of time, then the combined attacks would have a high probability of breaking the target's resistance threshold, causing forced paralysis or other negative effects.

A high-end sword skill that is unattainable among mercenaries, the "attack multiplier" skill.

This astonishing level of swordsmanship is almost a legend in Afron!

Biden, Barrett, including Kozmo, who heard this conversation, and a few mercenaries around them, quickly remembered the names of several characters in their minds - perhaps, there is only one person they know who has this kind of sword skill!

Marquis Ofron's eldest son, Marquis Escuud, known as the "Chosen One of Swordsmanship".

"Amazing fellow! But I don't think I'm a native of Afron, so I really want to get acquainted. ”

Seeing the confused and stunned looks of these people around him, Biden continued to say. And at this time, the leader of the fanged mercenary group, "Grizzly Bear" Kozmo, finally recovered from his fear, his face was cloudy, and he stretched out a hand and pulled into the bag at his waist-

A clear vial containing half a vial of red liquid appeared in his wide palm.

Without hesitation, Kozmo handed the vial to Barrett, his fat lips were slightly cracked from the dryness of the air in his shaggy beard, and he seemed to say something, but the mercenaries next to him only saw his lips squirm a few times, and his voice was inaudible.

Barrett took the vial, a liquid as thick as honey, with some blood-red filaments dancing in it, as if it contained vigorous life. He quickly recognized that it was a bottle of medium-potency healing potion. Although not very rare and precious, in general, this kind of life-saving potion at a critical time can only be purchased by chance from foreign merchants and apothecaries, and the price of a single bottle usually fluctuates around 10 riels (gold coins). But most of the time, this kind of stuff will only come from one place, and the only way to get it-

Church of the Holy Radiance.

If you don't have a record of major evil deeds and are "religious" enough, when you go to church for a weekend prayer service, the benevolent and generous Church of the Holy Radiance will grant you the gift of blessings - except for major festivals, the gifts of blessings are usually irregular: blessings with different durations, various healing potions, and holy prayers to soothe the soul and calm the spirit. Healing potions are also a type of gift.

It's just that these gifts have never been related to the mercenaries.

They are not religious enough.

Barrett couldn't help but hate the clergy at the thought of them—an emotion stronger than that of the merchants. Even a veteran mercenary with a rich net worth can enter the church if he is seriously injured in battle that cannot be healed naturally.

Without enough Rael, those gods don't have enough divine power.

On more than one occasion when he passed by the local Chapel of the Holy Radiance in Afron, Barrett saw Templar guards in fine white armor standing on the rocky steps of the doorway, expressionlessly chasing away the wounded mercenaries - most of those poor companions were lowly people of low power, unable to display their "pious" faith in the Divine Radiance after entering the church, so they were unceremoniously thrown out by the snobbish and despicable gods.

This is the risk and the heavy sorrow that mercenaries face.

Organizations such as mercenary groups and mercenary squads are largely based on this situation - injuries are a difficult thing for mercenaries to avoid. The emergence of mercenary organizations is to share these risks with the strength of the group. Although it is not so easy to get rich by joining a mercenary organization compared to a wandering mercenary who walks alone, at least, there is a guarantee of the integrity of life and body.

Barrett looked at "Grizzly" Kozmo in surprise, and he could clearly see a hint of gratitude in the other party's expression. Although the rescue just now was completely subconscious, he didn't expect that this notorious villain would actually express his gratitude so much.

As a mercenary, he understands the value of this potion. Barrett hesitated to accept the gift—

At this moment, the mud under his feet shook suddenly.

……

As the farmers entered the crypt and mine, the forks in the road began to split up, carrying hoes and iron picks, and their emotions were high. The lineup of hundreds of people was divided into several teams, winding through the zigzag cavern, and in the dark cavern, almost nothing could be seen except for the light of the torches that illuminated the field of vision.

In this world, darkness is something that is engraved in the depths of people's memories and is terrifying.

A young farmer stopped, and he heard a voice. In this utterly silent environment, the sound is undoubtedly noticeable, except for the occasional sound of broken footsteps and tools crashing against the rock wall.

It seems to be the neighing of an animal.