Neither Roland nor Ann Jos got out of the carriage.

Generally speaking, when encountering such a roadblock, it is the elders of the team or the leader of the mercenaries to negotiate.

In the years, even robbers were three, six, nine, and so on. If it is a more "professional" kind of robber, most of them know some famous mercenary groups, so they naturally know that these people cannot be provoked.

Then, according to the difference in strength between these robbers and mercenaries, they will generally choose to retreat directly or retreat after a few nonsense words. If the latter is the case, the mercenaries will have to come back to visit the robbers on their return journey, and then hand over a portion of the bounty for the mission - about a tenth or so as a laugh.

A very senior robber like this kind is either a strong leader or someone behind him, and he can't fight under normal circumstances.

But if it is the kind of robber who works part-time, the result of the sudden attack is that he will be directly defeated by the mercenaries who are more professional in dealing with the raid. You know, the mercenaries in the world of Faense don't just take a certificate and can work part-time.

In a sense, the so-called mercenaries are the temple guards of the God of Contract. To become a mercenary, you need to be proficient in at least two weapons, know more than two languages, be able to stealth, detect traps, detect poison and counter-raids, and know how to negotiate, intimidate and survive in the wild.

It's a real high-level class, and it's a war class at the same level as the weapon master. When you become a mercenary, you have to swear in the name of Valrhona, the god of contracts, that you value your mission more than your own life, and that you will never be the first to break your word - so mercenary is a profession that is very respected by civilians, just like other temple guards who are kind side gods.

Don't look at Anros interning in Marken's team, but in reality, it is impossible for a wizard to become a mercenary. Because all wizards do not believe in any gods, including the gods of contract.

They only respect the wall of Aum.

The Wall of Aum is the most important barrier in the world of Faense, and its status in the world of Faens is like the atmosphere on Earth, which is used to isolate the astral plane from the human world, so that the gods cannot go to the lower realm at will. At the same time, the Aum Wall is also responsible for coordinating the circulation of energy and matter in the elemental and material realms.

Wizards have a special field of vision, and they can directly see the laws that make up the world from the wall of Aum, and the closer they look at the wall of Aum, the clearer it is, so the wizards of the White Tower have to build the White Tower that reaches the sky.

It is the wizard's convenient vision that allows the wizards of the White Tower to develop rapidly at a speed beyond the constraints of the technology tree.

In the remote areas of medieval Europe, civilian products such as telephones and automobiles began to appear in the White Tower. Half a month before the collapse of the White Tower, the R&D department of the White Tower had even built the prototype of the computer.

It's a pity that all this was crushed by the hands of the gods themselves, and almost all the wizards who studied this knowledge died, most of the creation was destroyed, and the only remaining knowledge of the White Tower was only at the level of forty years ago. The gods, with their irresistible powers, warn mortals not to think too much.

It wasn't until the end of the plague revival that humanity's magical technology began to slowly revivenation.

A few years ago, the wizards of the White Tower developed weapons of mass destruction that could be used by low-level wizards, and the research results were abused by some dark wizards, causing them a lot of trouble.

Five years ago, the wizards of the White Tower had calculated that twenty percent of the wizards who studied in the White Tower for ten years had defected, and their defection rate was the highest in the world, more than four times higher than the second place.

In this embarrassing situation, the wizards of the White Tower immediately realized that they had to improve their quality immediately.

So they began to let some full-level wizards who had graduated from their apprentices enter various mercenary groups to practice and learn the spirit of contract.

But know that this is just an internship.

Once you are really in danger, you must not let the wizard go to the top. According to Baita, they are only here to learn advanced ideas, and they can be regarded as members of the mercenary group, but they must not let their beloved apprentices, the future of mankind, stand in the way.

Otherwise, you'll just wait and see.

And the priests and druids are the same, as a clerical profession, in this world where divine power is higher than royal power, their status is even higher than that of some small country nobles. No one dared to let these priests get into danger.

But sometimes this is not necessarily the case.

Unlike wizards, who really just treat them as a burden, the prestige and status of a priest can sometimes be used as a bargaining chip.

A team of mercenaries who can ask a priest to assist in escorting or can be entrusted by a priest to escort them, even if their faces look unfamiliar, they can't be treated with ordinary thoughts.

So Claude shook it down with a smile on his cane, and asked Cruvine to communicate with Marken in his arms.

But when the leaders saw Claude, they suddenly laughed, and the hearts of the three of them couldn't help but chuckle.

"This face is...... Claude. Nocasas, Bishop of the Diocese of the Goddess of War, in Rensa. Since you're here, we're relieved. "The man in the lead, with his long, curly dark brown hair and a face as slightly red as that of Kruvien, showed that he was of pure mountain blood.

"It seems that Claudia. Sure enough, Crowley was here. ”

"Who told you to come?"

The smile on Old Claude's face subsided, and the aura of being a bishop slowly released from his old body, causing the pupils of the leader opposite to shrink.

"Huh...... Silver tier. It seems that he has to add money when he goes back, how can the head of a silver-level powerhouse be fifteen thousand. ”

Completely ignoring Claude's meaning, the leader on the other side licked the corners of his mouth, revealing a hideous smile.

"I'm here, ask you!"

Powerful words burst out of Claude's old body unimaginably, and his voice full of anger roared like thunder.

At the same time, a nearly incandescent golden flame suddenly rose from Claude's body, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in a huge fireball, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

A scorching heat wave swept over and then slowly converged. At that moment, the heat wave rushed Marken and Kruvien back a few steps, and their exposed skin was still a little hot.

The white flames gradually converged on the human form, then retracted below the skin. His old skin was now shining with a white-gold glow, as bright as a god.

"Apparently he didn't want to answer," said old Claude in a deep voice, spitting white sparks out of his mouth as he spoke, "then—"

"Entangle him!"

The leader on the opposite side immediately made a decision, waved his hand, and shouted.

Six strong men with heavy fist armor in their left arms and huge war hammers in their right arms, dressed in asymmetrical half-body plate armor, smirked and pounced on Claude.

"May the chariots run over them and turn them into dust like rotten bones!"

An old, loud voice rang out from the crowd, and a sword blade with a scorching golden light stabbed out of the staff.

But the six men of Nasak Safin seemed to have been prepared, and the citrine plate fell from the helmet like sunglasses, completely blocking the whole face, and the scorching brilliance completely lost its effect.

The wheel-like arc flashed through the crowd three times in an instant, but they were all blocked by the hard fist armor.

Even dark blue armor can be broken in one fell slash. However, the Holy Wheel Slash was blocked by the bronze level enemy with seemingly ordinary armor, so there was only one result - the enemy must have prepared a metal armor specially designed to restrain the divine arts.

For a while, Claude couldn't break through the crowd.

"Is it mixed with pure gold......

Marken felt bad and tried to sneak away, but was blocked by two people who were also dressed in the same way.

He turned to look at Kruvien, only to find that he was in the same predicament. It was even more excessive, because Kruvien was slightly larger, and there were three people surrounding him.

"Block them out, keep them apart! The others follow me to kill the mission objectives first! ”

Seeing that the situation was now very good, the leader walked to the back carriage with the remaining six strong men in strange costumes and three sneaky people in black cloaks.

Suddenly, a golden barrier fell from the sky, enveloping them in it.

That was undoubtedly the work of Bishop Claude.

What's the situation? What is he going to do? What kind of magic is this?

The leader looked around nervously at first, but didn't notice anything unusual, but all the sounds around him disappeared from his ears.

He was puzzled.

Why did Bishop Claude release a silencing enchantment while he was under siege?

Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly thought of something, and his face changed greatly.

Immediately turned around, only to find that the heads of the two black-robed men who fell to the end of the line rolled to the ground and disappeared without a trace, and scarlet blood gushed madly into the sky like a spring. The other neck was also tightly wrapped around two vines, and the other end of the vine was in the sleeve of a slender figure wearing a large black robe.

And the sudden enemy was holding a blood-soaked blood-red single-edged sword in one hand, and was stepping on the shoulders of the black-robed man whose neck was bound by vines with his bare feet, and under the fixation of the tightly closed vines, no matter how much the man struggled, he couldn't shake it.

A gust of wind blew, blowing the enemy's hood open for a moment, revealing its delicate face.

At this moment, in the silent world, time seemed to stand still, and the blood gushing out of the black-robed man whose head had been cut off fell like rain in the air, staining the bodies of all the people who were still alive, and the delicate face that stepped on the shoulders of his teammates and was as delicate as a puppet.

Under the twilight sunlight of the Sunset Plains, the scene like an old photograph freezes here.

I saw the murderous doll-like druid holding the sword in his hand, slowly raising it, opening his lips in the silent world, and slowly making a mouth shape full of malice:

I, want, hit, ten, one.

Before the few people in Sekosaffin could react, the figure jumped up high, and suddenly gathered vines in the air, slashing the throat of the black-robed man, and borrowing strength from him-

- Descend in the air like a vulture lion!