"Gentlemen, please do well, give me something to eat, my daughter hasn't eaten for two days!"

"This big brother, my wife is sick, can you sell me some medicine, I will give you money. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Get out of the way, don't get close to the carriage, or be careful of losing your head!"

On the official road to Tiprague, a dozen mercenaries, plus seven or eight sturdy servants, escorted two luxurious two-horse carts.

There were many civilians on the side of the road, dragging their families and carrying parcels, chasing the carriage and begging loudly for something.

"Smack!" A whip struck an old man.

The old man was dressed very thinly, and it was already December at this time, and the old man who was wearing only a single coat was knocked to the ground with a bang.

Retracting the whip, the mercenary on the horse didn't care, and scolded and said: "They all said that they were not allowed to lean forward, and they dared to squeeze over, looking for death, right?" ”

"How do you beat people, it's not right to beat people!"

Seeing the old man being beaten, the people around him responded one after another, and the slogans were shouted loudly.

The mercenary sneered on the horse, the whip was lightly beaten in his hand, and he said coldly: "This is the carriage of the noble lord, you untouchables still dare to disobey?" If you are not convinced, you can come up and try it, and see if it is you who scream loudly, or if I whip it. ”

"What's going on?" Hearing the noise outside, a sleepy-eyed cute Lori poked her head out of the car curtain.

The mercenaries waved their horsewhips to disperse the crowd before they spoke: "Miss, they are a few troublesome pariahs who have been dispersed by us. ”

Hearing the word untouchable, the little girl nodded noncommittally and did not say anything more.

In the world of the gods, there is a hierarchical world, and the class is like the caste system in India.

In the education of aristocratic families, it is a matter of course that the untouchables are punished by the nobility, just as it is common to put sugar or salt in soy milk.

"Run, no, there's a skeleton soldier coming!"

Suddenly, there was chaos in the crowd, and many people were shouting.

The mercenaries on horseback drew their weapons one after another and roared angrily: "There are skeleton soldiers, everyone is ready to fight." ”

The skeleton soldiers who panicked the crowd were actually not very numerous, less than one-tenth of the number here.

But these five or six skeleton soldiers made sixty or seventy people cry and scream, and one by one they ran faster than rabbits, let alone resisted.

"No spellcasters, just ordinary skeletons, kill them." The two mercenaries rode up, brandishing spears and swords, chopping melons and vegetables, and in a moment they smashed five or six skeleton soldiers to the ground.

The crowd that was about to flee in all directions saw that the skeleton soldiers were all killed, and one by one they still had a look of disbelief, and exclaimed: "The two fools next door to my house have the strength to strangle a cow, but in the face of these skeleton soldiers, they were hacked to death with two knives, these skeleton soldiers are not so weak, right?" ”

"It's not that the skeleton soldiers are weak, but these mercenaries are too strong, they are probably professionals."

The fleeing civilians were talking, and many were already frightened.

Professionals, those are legendary figures, and only noble lords can call them.

In the villages and towns in the countryside, it is difficult for a village to have a professional, at least to be a sheriff, and it is simply too easy for the common people.

Looking at the reaction of these people, the mercenaries had a sneer on their faces.

Most of these civilians who went north came from small places in the countryside, which is in response to the saying that it is rare and strange.

Take these skeletons as an example, divided by attributes, the attributes of ordinary skeletons are about 2 points.

Ordinary people do not have the awakening of the professional plate, their own attributes are a point, and they are of course powerless in the face of skeleton soldiers, and only six or seven veterans have the power to fight.

But the profession is different, an ordinary one-turn level 1 warrior, the career bonus achievement has more than two points, and his own attributes are at least 3 points or more.

Because of the double attribute gap, ordinary people have no power to fight back in the face of skeleton soldiers, and these skeleton soldiers have no power to fight back even in the face of the weakest professionals.

Not to mention, these mercenaries are all experts, and they are strongmen who have eaten this bowl of rice for a long time.

As long as they don't encounter the high-level troops of the undead clan, these skeleton soldiers are only hundreds, and it is not enough for them to kill a dozen people, this is the gap between professionals and ordinary people.

"Mr. Galileo, what level of professional are you, how about you compare with my brother?" Looking at a knight who was carrying a skull with a spear and returning heroically, little Lori asked as she leaned on the window of the carriage.

The smile on Galileo's face quickly turned into humility, and he replied honestly: "Miss Annie, I am a level 6 warrior, not to mention compared to Lord Garth, even Miss Nightingale is better than me." ”

"Sister Nightingale, is that really the case?" The little girl sitting in the carriage was none other than Wu Ming's sister Anne.

She turned her head slightly, and shouted to the nightingale who was wearing a cloak and was driving a car, with questions on her face.

"I'm a level 7 professional." The nightingale replied simply, and glanced at Galileo.

Along the way, Galileo has been close to her, and in terms of nightingale's experience, of course he knows what the other party thinks.

Nightingale herself is also very distressed, although she is not from a good family, but in the end she is a second-turn professional.

In all fairness, she doesn't look down on Galileo, who is weaker than herself, but her situation is more complicated, and it is difficult to find a satisfactory Langjun, and it is false to say that she is not entangled.

"What about Uncle Clown?" After asking the nightingale, Anne asked about the clown again.

Nightingale didn't have any thoughts about the clown, and said very normally: "The clown is a level 8 professional, and he is even stronger than me. ”

"What about my brother?" As soon as the conversation changed, Anne tried to see the dagger and pulled the topic to Wu Ming.

This time, Nightingale couldn't answer, so he could only say vaguely: "The strength of the adults is strong, comparable to the hero level, and it is not something we can look up to." ”

Recruiting the clowns, Wu Ming pretended to be North, because at that time his strength was not enough, not enough to suppress the Norse Alliance.

Time has passed, and in Wu Ming's current vision, the Norse Alliance is already dispensable, and it's okay to give him a hand, but it's really not important to say that it's important.

During this time, Nightingale also discussed with the clown the question of whether Wu Ming was North or not.

From the perspective of time, Wu Ming is only 17 years old this year, and it is impossible to be North.

But on the other hand, Wu Ming has North's contact ring and holds North's character mask, and it is impossible not to be.

After thinking about it, this brain-twisting question was automatically forgotten by the nightingales.

After all, Wu Ming has already shown that the strength and prospects of the hero level, whether he is or not, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that the leader of the Norse Alliance is a hero level.

As the saying goes, the train runs fast because of the headband.

It doesn't matter who Wu Ming is after he is strong, as long as he says that he is North, everyone will only applaud and will not object. In these years, those who have milk are mothers, and people who were born in the dark world understand better what it means to be a strong leader. In the face of hero-level strength, even if Wu Ming said that he was a rogue rabbit, everyone pinched their noses and admitted it, who let the shade under the big tree.

"Wow, my brother is so powerful, Tiebs, you will have to work hard in the future!" Lifting one leg upside down, Anne lifted Tibbs up with great difficulty and shook it vigorously twice.

Poor little bear Tibbs, who was taken out of the bed, suddenly woke up with a shaking.

Looking at Anne with resentful eyes, Tibbs only felt that Xiongsheng was very dim, and his master's requirements were getting higher and higher.

"Watch out, the skeletons are here again, this time in large force!"

"There are a lot of skeleton soldiers, it looks like there are four or five hundred, there won't be any high-level troops, right?"

"It's hard to say, we killed the skeleton soldiers before, and it is likely that they are spies of this skeleton army, everyone be careful."

While Anne was playing with Tibbs, the mercenaries outside shouted again.

In the next second, as if in affirmation, only to hear a "whoosh", a black magic ball fell from the sky.

A mercenary in front of him was hit by a magic ball, as if he had been hit by a bone dissolving palm, and two breaths turned into a pool of blood.

There was fishy, smelly blood, gurgling and bubbling, and the noisy mercenaries suddenly fell silent as if they had been choked by the throat.

"It's the necromancer, the shield warrior raises his shield, and the thief finds the spellcaster!" Experienced veteran mercenaries will not be as overwhelmed as novices.

Soon, four warriors with large shields blocked the front of the line, and even thieves entered the stealth and slowly touched towards the skeleton corps.

"Archer, aim for the necromancer, he's in the sixth row, eighth position!"

The thieves who blessed the stealth, even the necromancer did not find out, and the location was quickly figured out.

However, when the thief signaled, his location was revealed.

The caster in the Skeleton Corps quickly raised the Skeleton Staff and pointed at the thief's position: "Death wither!" ”

Ripples like water ripples, centered on the necromancer, quickly rushed towards the thieves.

This spell has no effect on undead creatures, and the thieves hidden in it are only swept away by this ripple, and after three seconds, they are reduced to dry corpses.

"With such a strong spell power, it's definitely a second-turn spellcaster. The archer shoots, suppresses him, and does not give him a chance to cast spells. Seeing that it was easy, two of his own people died, and the bearded mercenary captain was furious.

As the captain of a mercenary squad, the bearded man's professional level is not low, and he is also a second-turn powerhouse.

However, a warrior is not the same as a mage, and an ordinary mage is different from a necromancer.

As the commander of the corps, the necromancer has always been hidden in the group of skeletons, hundreds of skeletons have surrounded him, and the bearded man, who is also a second-turn professional, does not dare to go up and charge the battle at all.

1,000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters...

Five hundred skeletons, under the command of the necromancer, formed a battle formation similar to the Macedonian phalanx, which looked like it was not easy to mess with.

This kind of battle formation is very restrained by warrior professionals, because the skeleton soldiers are next to each other, and if they rush in, they will face sieges from all directions.

At the same time, the necromancer shrunk and did not show his head at all, and the spell in his hand was not released.

It is this attitude that can be attacked, but looks on coldly, so that the mercenaries dare not act rashly, for fear that the next second will attract a magic blow.

"This damn spellcaster shrunk like a tortoise. If only we had mages, the other party's skeleton battle formation was so dense, if a fireball exploded in the middle, there would be dozens of skeletons affected, right? Looking at the undead army approaching step by step, the bearded captain jumped to his feet angrily.

Mages are rare, most of the spellcasters go to the Magic Empire, and only a few stay in the army, or become family mages of great nobles.

The mercenary group's long-range attacks are all handed over to the archers, and the archers usually don't have large-area killing skills before the third turn.

"Boom!"

As soon as the bearded captain finished speaking, a fireball the size of a basin flew out with a wave of heat.

Feeling the heat in the air, the bearded man was dumbfounded, and subconsciously turned around and asked, "Where is the mage?" ”

In the luxuriously decorated carriage, Anne, wearing a bear suit, was carrying Tibbs upside down and looking at him cutely.