Archers occupy a very peculiar position among mercenaries, if not the worst, then the best, the worst archers because they can't accumulate a large number of companions in the mercenary group, so that the power of the bow and arrow is reduced to nothing, but the best archers can rely on their excellent skills and sharpness like the eyes of a falcon to become the best choice for assassination and response, but everyone knows that no matter what kind of archer, if approached by the enemy, he will be in a very embarrassing situation- After all, mortals are not elves, and there are no hundreds of years for them to master nearly all the skills of warfare. Unbeknownst to the people in the center of the field was an elf, Eloch did not want to reveal his identity easily, so he handed the longbow to Lucieu and drew his twin blades.

"It's a serrisian knife. One of the squires whispered in the lord's ear, "This kind of knife is dangerous, both for the enemy and for the master, and behold, it has no gauntlets." ”

The first mercenary who challenged Eloch was quickly out, his arms dripping with blood and his eyes full of fear, he staggered back with his arms down, and the nobles on the high platform had already looked away, they didn't care what would happen to a loser - Eloch hung down the tip of his knife, blood flowing from the shiny blade, leaving no trace, and the second challenger even hesitated for a moment before entering the venue. "I don't know if he's cruel or benevolent," said the lord and the warlock beside him, "and this is the fifth, but he still hasn't killed anyone, and it seems like they've only been slightly injured." "The orc was only slightly wounded. The Warlock smiled and said, as a Warlock, of course, he could see that although the losers only had some injuries that could only be described as minor compared to death, these injuries would still seriously hinder their lives- Because almost all of these injuries were left in places that would directly affect their movements and reactions, if they could be treated immediately by the priest, or lie comfortably on a comfortable bed for ten days or so, and drink some useful herbs, the wounds infused on their bodies would not only not be fatal, but would be completely healed, but in this place surrounded by wolves...... It depends on their usual popularity and luck.

When the tenth challenger fell, Eloch remained unscathed, which made the lord of the town look very relieved, he stood up, said many words of encouragement, and gave one of his rings to the boy to pass on to Eloch as a reward, but to the lord's displeasure, the archer only bowed his head slightly in gratitude. But the strength shown by the "Black Fire" mercenary group still made him endure it, especially when he saw the terrifying posture of the soldiers of "Black Fire" in the group battle (melee), he was even more reluctant to give up on them, so at the evening banquet, the leader and spellcaster of "Black Fire" were still fortunate enough to sit at the long table, instead of sitting around the campfire with other mercenaries- The losers are not even able to get the latter treatment, just as the mercenaries are always loyal to the limited, and the people who employ them only use them as tools and playthings.

But those who survived did not care how the bereaved dogs outside the walls wailed, they only cared about enjoying wine, meat and women for themselves, and at first they remembered that they were in the courtyard of the lord, but after consuming dozens of barrels of ale, their minds became confused, and their faces were distorted by foul language and obscenity in the firelight, like a group of demons who had just crawled out of the bottomless abyss. The lord's soldiers, who were in charge of overseers, did not dare to get involved, but it was still possible to kick back the poor women who were trying to break free from the mercenaries' violent behavior, and they admired the women's howls and sorrows, and their sinister smiles.

The feast lasted until late at night, and when the lord grabbed the gold coins from the chest and threw them into the courtyard, the atmosphere that was already frenzied enough suddenly reached a climax, and Kerry looked at the mercenaries who were rolling on the ground fighting for the gold coins, there were at least six hundred people here, and each of them almost got more than five shiny knick-knacks, that is, without warning, and without any need, three thousand gold coins were squandered with a single toss, even if the southern countries were small but famously rich, such a sudden large payment was enough to overstretch the lord of a small city, but as far as he could seeThe vain and stupid human showed no signs of embarrassment, and he jumped like a clown, because the mercenaries could be said to have no bottom line of praise and sycophancy, and their bodies were shiny and red, like lobsters fished out of boiling water.

Although the elves could not help but be terrified to know that they had behind them the shadow of the god of conspiracy and the god of thieves, Musk, the believers of Shirek and Musk were better at collecting money than the other way around, but as the record described, if they had to pick the most greedy moneylender, they were afraid that it would be difficult to distinguish Xuanyuan, and every gold coin they invested here would be compensated with a return equivalent to a hundred or a thousand times. The thought of what they were about to grab sent a deep chill uncontrollably to the new King of the Jungle.

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The otherworldly soul held up the chain of beads, and under about forty perfectly bright pearls hung an openable pendant, the surface of the pendant was inlaid with rubies, and the pure gold pendant was empty inside, the pendant was the size of an apricot, and could store some very small things, and the inner layer had rough scratches, so it can be speculated that there may have been a small portrait hidden in it, and the robbers used brutal means to remove the small portrait (to cover it). It attracted the attention of the soul of the other world in the gift of the lord, simply because it was accompanied by a small ghost, the creation of the ghost may have been just an accident, because it could not say anything but cry, and the soul of the other world thought about it for a while, and put it away.

If it were given to Adelle, who was waiting outside the city, as the chosen choice of the God of Morning Light, he could easily guide the lost ghost to the Mourning Wasteland, or the Otherworldly Soul could also open the path to the Mourning Wasteland, but the Otherworldly Soul could not be sure if it was put in intentionally or unintentionally, he could not avoid the expected prying eyes, and an evil spellcaster would not care what a mortal Ghost would eventually have to face. This discovery made its mood worse suddenly, it was to say, it had become worse for the worse since it had entered Monton and seen so many miserable things—the poisonous plants it had thought had covered most of the southern kingdoms in one night, the slaves were ignorant, the commoners were submissive, the merchants were mercenary, the knights, lords, and lords were blind, or they had simply chosen moths to fight the fire because of their greed, and without Gredi, there were Musk and Shirek...... And it itself, which has become an indescribable oddity, can it really go home? It knows that it is on the edge of the abyss, that it can continue to be a "mortal of another dimension", to adhere to its own ideas and rules, but it is unfair that it awaits it and the original owner of this body will only be destroyed, as the lich has complained, that this body does not belong to it in the first place, that it has no right to discard or destroy it; In its memory, there were once warriors who returned to normal society from the battlefield full of gunpowder, most of these warriors will never adapt to the life of ordinary people, they are vigilant, they hesitate, they have no rest all day long, they will not only hurt themselves, but also others, especially those who love them and are loved by them. In this plane, as a spellcaster, a warrior, after hundreds or even millennia of struggling to survive, will it still be "it"? It turned out to be impossible, it could have thought about it like a child when it was just a soul with a mess of memory, but it had woken up now...... It could have come to its senses earlier, but in the face of fifty years of the bottomless abyss, it still made a wrong choice—perhaps not so badly? It simply could not imagine that such an indecisive and hesitant creature could have lasted five years, five months, or five days in the bottomless abyss? Perhaps the weakness had been caught by the devil, who was known as the most devil-like demon, when he met the Maharaja Grazt, and thus completely in his hands.

But do you really have to give up? Once decided, it may have lost more lives in its hands than a butcher has experienced, and it has even thought of returning to that chaotic state, and when its cognition is still as naïve as a child, it will not be imprisoned by the moral sense and behavioral norms of the past, the inherent consciousness.

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Gabi was a soldier of the lord, but he was only a soldier, and he had amassed a small sum of money lately, in addition to the lord's inexplicable generosity, as well as the money he extorted from merchants and craftsmen, who he could threaten to violate a false decree, or threaten them that he would report their misdeeds to the lord (in fact, it was impossible for him to get close to the lord), and also, to conspire with the slave traders, to demand their sons or daughters in the name of the lord, and if the family was willing to pay, they would change them, and if they were not, he could also receive a reward from the slave traders。

There are also women, and the soldiers have even more options than the mercenaries, and Gabi tried, but he still misses his wife. He had just met his wife the other day, and his daughter, who was worried about the situation in the city and wanted to leave the place and go to a safer and calmer place. Gabi thought the same thing, he didn't want to go to war, he just wanted to take the opportunity to get more silver and gold coins, just wait a few more days, there will always be a chaotic period before the war, he can take the opportunity to escape with his family. But what he didn't expect happened—when he returned to his lodgings from the courtyard with the other soldiers with a grin, he saw his wife and daughter being taken away by a tall mercenary, one on his shoulder and the other in his hand, he rushed over with a scream, drew his short sword, but was knocked to the ground in an instant, and the reason why he was not killed was because the mercenary's companions saw that he was wearing a soldier's clothes and intervened to block it.

Gabi could not understand for a moment how such a thing could happen to him, he had already let his wife and daughter be hidden, and the woman sent here by the merchants was either from another city or betrayed by his own relatives, how could his wife and daughter suffer such a fate? But he was refused, because his wife and daughter were not bought and sold, but were "hunted" by the leader of the mercenaries, and he was very valued by the lord, and the steward would not anger such a dangerous person because of a soldier.

"And," said the steward helplessly, "even if I go to seek a lord, and the lord happens to be interested in seeing me, and is willing to give you a reward, it will be too late," he said, "and it is not their bodies that the lord needs...... No, or rather, it's not that desire that he needs to satisfy. He glanced at Gabi and was startled by the bright red in his eyes: "Don't do this...... "Child," he said, "misfortune always comes in various forms, and the living need not think much about the dead," he said, looking at the beams of the house, "or you will choose one of the women that the merchants have bought and sold, since you ...... You lost two, then I specifically allow you to take two with you, whatever you choose. ”

"That's different!" shouted Gabi.

"How is that possible," replied the steward, his expression unusually calm and gentle, and he did not seem to feel that he had spoken anything excessive, "and tell me what is the difference?"

Yes, what's the difference? Gabi stood there, his mind confused by the gold coins as empty as if it had been pierced by thunder, only the words kept echoing: "What's the difference, what's the difference...... Isn't it the same?"

They're all ...... Mother, all ...... Daughters, all ...... Man...... How could he be so stupid as to think that they were just goods and livestock? Even if they didn't say the same thing as him, didn't wear the same clothes, didn't belong to a lord, could they be stripped of their human qualifications? What was he doing after all this time?

Gabby walked away in despair, the steward shook his head, but he still ordered the two servants to keep an eye on his movements, he didn't think that Gabi could kill a strong and sinister mercenary leader, but it would be his fault if the guests were disturbed.

Gabi's wife and daughter returned to him, and buried them in the manner of two bodies that had been skinned alive, and then selected two women from the merchant's goods, and in a few days his face was flushed again, and he laughed at the joke, and seemed to be very pleased with the young woman.

As the number of mercenaries gradually increased, the stewards became busier, and the two servants who were watching Gabby were also transferred to other places. That very night, Gabi went back to his room, ordered the two women to get up, hung a gold necklace on each of them, and then put them on the clothes of servants, and led them to a stinking, black room, where there was only a thin torch, and the light of the fire illuminated the pits in a row, "and go down from here," said Gabi, "and follow the water." ”

"Where does it lead?" asked a woman boldly, the soldier who had never beaten them or touched them, but who would press his face against their soft breasts and sobbed quietly every night as he slept with them.

"The way to the moat. Gabi said he didn't know if they would swim, but if they stayed here, they would lose their lives one day.

By the time the two lucky women had burrowed into the pit and crawled through the corrosive, foul-smelling, filthy water, Gabby put on a dark tights and leather armor over them, and his boots had been replaced by square-toed boots common among mercenaries, and he hid a poison needle he had bought from the Assassins in his bosom and quietly appeared in the mansion occupied by the mercenary leaders.