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I am a mercenary, an Imperial man born in Glyncor. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But for someone like me who is a wanderer by nature, I never tell other mercenaries where I'm from, and if anyone keeps asking, I'll say I'm from the south of the continent, and they'll know I'm from the Empire.

The reason why you are reluctant to talk about your hometown is because there is an unwritten rule among mercenaries, and that is that your hometown affects your compensation. If you're from a big city or a capital city, you'll be worth a bit more, and I don't want to tell people I'm from Glyncoe because I want to get the favor of the other mercenaries in exchange for that.

The kindness of the other mercenaries once saved me, and I was the leader of a mercenary group of only 80 people before I joined the Wheel Mercenary Regiment. It was because my subordinates didn't know where I came from that they chose to save me at the critical moment instead of the mercenary leader from Evon City.

In the end, I didn't become the leader of that mercenary group, but I also found a better backer with these subordinates who seemed to be equal to me, and I should have had the opportunity to become one of the nine mercenary groups.

I still remember that it was a breezy afternoon, and as the leader of the team, I followed the regiment leader Floren across the sea by boat to the dense fog harbor of the Sunrise Plateau. Even though it was called Fog Harbor, I couldn't see a trace of fog, and the most strange thing to me was that I couldn't even see people.

According to the previous arrangement, the Mercenary Guild assigned us to come to the Sunrise Plateau to find Constable to investigate the responsibility, so there should be mercenaries who have arrived in advance to meet us in Dense Fog Harbor. But when we landed with a shipload of hundreds of mercenaries, there was still no one to greet us. The entire Fog Harbor men were gone, except for a few women and children who were hiding in their homes, and everyone else took up arms against the barbarians who appeared north of the Fog Harbor.

"Can you believe it, barbarian?" I asked, as soon as I heard the old fellow's words, I turned to look at a dozen of my subordinates, shrugging my shoulders.

"I've never heard of barbarians, I guess the aborigines of the Sunrise Plateau. ”

"Could it be a trap to lure us? Constable probably doesn't know what we're here for. ”

I listened to the analysis of these fools, they are all farmers from the countryside, and they are only forced to take up swords and become mercenaries, if it were not for the poor harvest of the crops, they would not choose to be mercenaries who will die at any time.

Our regimental commander is a simple carpenter, and he likes to build all kinds of war tools like chariots. However, he did not bring many of his "works" with him to Fog Harbor this time, firstly, because the space on the ship was limited, and secondly, Commander Feloren did not plan to meet with Constable.

Because of this cowardly thought, the regimental commander quickly made a stupid decision after understanding the situation - to help the people of Fog Harbor and Emily's weeping mercenary group fight against the barbarian invaders who appeared in the far side of the harbor.

I was assigned a different task, which was to sail to a supply port northwest of Fog Harbor, where I would pick up civilians who might encounter a barbarian threat to the Sunrise Plateau.

Such a mission would be the product of excessive mercy by any means, but there was no other way but to set off on a boat with fifty mercenary men to that supply port, and finally arrived there before sunset. But what awaits us is not civilians in need, but a horde of savages.

Before landing, the sky was so dark that I couldn't see the supply port clearly. The harbor was small, with only a few small boats still docked, and when we stepped off the ship, we realized that the supply port had been occupied by the natives whom we considered barbarians.

"Captain, what are we going to do?"

"Of course, get back to the ship and leave quickly!Don't hesitate, run!" Several of my men fled to the ship that had just docked in the harbor before they could get my permission. I didn't stop it, because I didn't think that the uncivilized natives of the Sunrise Plateau would be my opponents, and that fewer timid mercenaries would give me more loot.

Several of his men did not flee back to the ship or to the town in the supply port. They told me respectfully that they intended to stay here to meet us as we entered the town. But I could see the fear in their hearts, that the supply port that was about to fall into the night might be full of blood-drinking barbarians, just to save their lives.

I entered the town with the rest of my men who had a modicum of courage, and as I had guessed, it was attacked by the natives of the Sunrise Plateau. With the help of torches, you can see human blood stains on the road and on the house, but not a single body can be found. One of his subordinates suggested that the barbaric aborigines of the Sunrise Plateau would not farm at all, and that they would eat human flesh, so those who were killed and wounded were probably brought back to make food.

Hearing his alarmism, I gave him a slap in the face as soon as possible, and then suppressed my feeling of wanting to vomit. Such meaningless words can only terrify the other mercenaries who hear it, and no matter how rich the loot is, they will be afraid that their bodies will be eaten.

"It's all barbarians with sticks in their hands, but you're mercenaries of the Wheel Mercenary Regiment!"

"But... But Captain, we don't have chariots or horses... I can only fight those muscular barbarians hand-to-hand..."

I was about to wave my hand and slap the nonsensical subordinate when some strange sounds came from afar. The other subordinates and I drew their swords immediately, and one of the quick-witted subordinates even threw the torch in his hand down the road, illuminating the distance.

A group of savages, men and women, armed with stones and clubs, appeared around the torches, and at the same time approached step by step.

"The barbarians are coming! the barbarians are coming!" a mercenary beside me shouted, as if there was a team of hundreds of reinforcements behind him who needed his call, but before his voice could be heard, some sharp stones were thrown from the darkness!

The pain made me think less, and the knee struck slowed me down my time with the barbarians, and my men were already rushing forward or trying to flee in the direction of the ships in the harbor. But no matter which direction they want to go, they will have to face the natives here, because these guys who have come with malice have surrounded us.

I don't remember much about how I escaped. Maybe it was because I was hit the head, or maybe it was because I killed so many barbarians, but I escaped alive to the harbor where the ships were parked, and like me, only three people escaped alive, and the rest of the mercenaries who walked into the town were torn to pieces by the barbarians and brought back to their place to make food.

But there was one thing that disturbed me, a native with his hair combed high, naked on his upper body, and a colorful tattered skirt around his lower body, was caught by the mercenaries who had stayed at the port to meet him. The aboriginal didn't say a word, he just closed his eyes tightly, his hands around his neck, and his body lay on the ground in a strange position, like the sick of some strange disease.

My men only told me after helping me onto the boat that the aboriginal had been hiding in another unmanned boat. When they first saw him, he was muttering something in a low voice, but when the natives saw them draw their swords, they immediately lay on the ground in this strange position, and let them move.

"Do you want to bring him on board too?"

"Take it," I didn't think much of it, "we can't go home empty-handed." ”

It wasn't my intention to capture a strange native, but I don't think I can afford to take it for having lost most of my men, after all, it was my miscommand that would have cost so many people.

When I returned to Fog Harbor, I was quickly bandaged and treated, and I could feel my hair curdled with blood, but the loss of my subordinates was more painful than the blood that flowed.

When I was in treatment, I heard that the regimental leader, Feloron, had led the Wheel Mercenaries to join the barbarian attack, and that he had fought alongside Constable instead of taking the opportunity to deal with the guy. I think that our mercenary group came to "account" Constable in the first place, and this accountability may turn into questioning, but now they have become companions, which is really incomprehensible to me.

However, when I saw Constable carrying the wounded Captain Floren back to the dormitory, I realized that mercenaries with a mission could also put their mission aside for a while when facing a common enemy. And the mercenary named Constable didn't seem to have the slightest prejudice against the people who came to ask for the guilt, and he asked his doctor to treat the injured mercenaries immediately, and he didn't feel sorry at all when he used up all the medicine in Sunrise Plateau.

By the time I went to sleep, the natives besieging Fog Harbor had been repulsed. Although the number of the aborigines was several times that of the people who lived here, Constable's command and the courage of all of them were able to preserve the port in the northernmost part of the Sunrise Plateau.

I heard some mercenaries say that it was the first time that Foggy Harbor had been besieged on such a large scale, and only sporadic Sunrise Plateau natives had come to reconnoiter in the vicinity before, and they did not expect to organize such a large-scale attack.

The next morning, I felt dizzy and went to the place where the aboriginal captives were being held, but the strange creature was gone, and upon questioning I found out that Constable had picked him up.

This is not in order, even if Constable saves this port and saves the regimental commander, he can't just take my loot. I approached Constable with some anger and some uneasiness, his men were all mild-mannered, and that non-mercenary attitude halved my anger.

"You're a subordinate of Floren, aren't you?" Constable was standing with the native, "he's a leader of the natives of the Sunrise Plateau, named Uliuri. ”

I glanced at the barbarian, who no longer assumed a strange pose, but stood upright like a king.

"How do you know his name?"

"Because I've been studying the language of the natives here, and I can tell you that the natives didn't want to attack us, but to find the leader who had fled, Uli Uli. ”

Before I could figure out the situation, the aboriginal who had thought he could only pronounce "Uli Uli" began to speak.

"Take back the place of chief, and give you half of the land. ”