On the platform on the second floor of the hotel, Rondello leaned on the railing with a wine glass in his hand, watching the people passing by in the drinking party below. Behind him, more than two dozen mercenaries sat on benches drinking wine or chatted in twos and threes.

They also participated in the drinking party, but the endless stream of family envoys made everyone very annoying. First, Londello and Jarvis found a relatively quiet platform on the second floor, and later, Olivia, Wood, and the leaders of the major mercenary groups also hid.

"How's your health?" asked Rondelo, who was looking downstairs in distraction, as the head of the regiment, Bolon, walked up to his side.

"It's almost recovered. Without looking back, Londello touched his wine glass with Bo Long, took a big sip, and said, "When Leo left, he gave us a few ten-star quenching pills. Not only am I fine, but even Ryker, who is more injured than me, can now walk. ”

"Ten Star Quenching Pill ......" Bo Long leaned on the railing, staring downward, and let out a toothache-like inhalation sound from his mouth.

As we all know, the main function of the Quenching Pill is to assist the knight to temper his physique, so that the knight's qi, blood, muscles and bones become stronger. As for its healing effect, it is secondary, but it is just an additional function when quenching the body. Therefore, few people use quenching pills as injury medicine.

And Bo Long, as the leader of the Ice Star Mercenary Regiment, had to consider human and financial resources and various resources every day, and knew the value of a ten-star pill better than most people. Not to mention anything else, just talking about the ten years of accumulation of the Ice Star Mercenary Group, the ten-star pill at the bottom of the box is only one or two bottles.

What he didn't expect was that Leo actually casually gave Longdero a few ten-star quenching pills as healing medicine...... He didn't know what to say for a while.

This is not only extravagant, it is simply outrageous.

Of course, for the likes of Rondelo, it was lucky. How strong the Ten Star Quenching Pill is. The additional healing effects are able to allow them to recover from serious injuries, then. The quenching effect of the Quenching Pill itself in terms of qi, blood, muscles and bones will inevitably make them gain more.

Sure enough, this thought flashed in Bolong's mind, and he heard Rundero say leisurely: "My fighting spirit has broken through,." If nothing else, within three months. I should be able to get promoted to the Great Light Five-Star!"

Bolong's eyes widened, surprised and delighted.

He and Londello are not only superiors and subordinates, but also old friends for many years. RoundRoca has been at the level of the Great Bright Star for more than a year. And from one star to three stars, it took him four years.

Among them, there is the reason why Londelo's own talent is not too high. There are also reasons why the Ice Star Mercenary Group has been suppressed in recent years and has not been very prosperous.

Especially in the past two years, the war with the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group has stretched the resources in the group. Not only is there a large loss of personnel, but also the weapons are old and there is a shortage of pills. I really can't support the cultivation of the members. Therefore, Bolong has always felt extremely guilty about the brothers under his command.

That's why he was so anxious when he heard that the likes of Rondello and Jarves were in deep danger.

"Congratulations!" Bolong said sincerely.

"Thank you," Rondello and Bolong clinked glasses, took a sip of wine, and asked, "How many people are looking for you today?"

"Sixteen families. Bolong frowned, his face hidden behind a large wooden rum glass. The voice was a little muffled, "The conditions are all good." ”

"What are you going to do?" Rondello looked down, and in the crowd, a noble emissary was trying to recruit Tu Su, but his enthusiasm lasted less than a minute. was cooled down by the indifferent gaze of the barbarian female warrior.

"The demons have already gone south, and the war will ...... sooner or later No, it should be said that it has swept the entire continent. No one is immune. Bolong's eyes were faint, like two fire candles beating, and his eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan character. "During this time, I have talked to many people in the mercenary group, and everyone thinks that in today's world, there is no room for the mercenary group to survive. We can't go on the same way. ”

"Oh?" said Rondello, half-sideways, looking at Bolon.

A wry smile appeared on Bo Long's face: "The reason why our mercenary group exists is because people have such needs. They need assistance, they need professionalism, they need people who are stronger than them to solve problems they can't solve, and they need money to avoid risks they dare not take.

So, we have food to eat. We can take on these tasks and trade our work for food and wealth, rather than being at the mercy of someone like those knights of the family. Even if the person is a three-year-old or a fool with a brain full of poop. ”

Rondello laughed, he knew Bolon's past.

As a young man, Bo Long, who was a brave knight, once played for a viscount. And in the Viscount's guard, he stayed only three months before departing in anger.

He couldn't stand the days of following the tax collector's carriage every day, intimidating civilians who couldn't afford to pay their taxes, or protecting the viscount's greedy and lustful idiot son. Whenever he mentions those days, Bolong thinks it was a shame in his life.

As for Rundelo's laughter, Bolong didn't hear it, and only continued as if talking to himself: "In times of peace, we can do this, and in times of war, we can live like this." Even because of the war, we may receive more tasks. But not anymore......"

"Why?" said Rondelo's face turned solemn.

"Because the war between humans will not destroy the race, and the demon race will ......," Bo Long said, "You should know what the situation is like in other places now. ”

Roundelo nodded.

As a mercenary on the move, Londello has traveled to many places. Not just Saint Solan, but also the Philip Empire, the Pompeii Empire, and even the Land of Chaos.

Therefore, he knew better than many that in this barren and bitter cold continent, Lulian could be regarded as heaven.

With a temperate climate and far more arable land than any other province, it was the most important granary of the Saint-Soran Empire. In addition, it is surrounded by the Warcraft Mountains to the west and the sea to the south, and its forestry and fishery resources are relatively abundant, so people's lives are relatively rich, and even in disaster years, they will be affected very little.

However, once Lulian was out, the situation was different.

From Lulian to the north, the land became more and more barren. The Gobi, snowfields, swamps, deserts and mountains with only craggy rocks occupy more than 90% of the land of salvation.

Coupled with years of snow winds, poisonous miasma, sandstorms and hurricanes, people's living environment is extremely harsh.

The noble lords of most of the provinces, although they have vast territory, have very little farmland and population. They had to scatter their towns tens or even hundreds of kilometers away, and grow food in the mud of even palm-sized soil on mountain streams, river beaches, and cliffs.

And when a natural disaster strikes, it's a starvation scene. Almost every winter, the lord had to send out guards to collect the bodies of civilians who had starved to death. Otherwise, the plague will spread, and even they themselves who are hiding in the castle will not be spared.

There have been many cases in history of the death of entire towns, along with the nobles of castles, in remote areas where roads are difficult and sound-free. It was only the occasional passing traveler who broke into this land of death that people knew.

Survival was already so difficult, but what was worse was that now the invasion of demons has exacerbated the collapse of this fragile ecology.

"It is said that the number of refugees in the Pompeii Empire has exceeded five million, and it is still expanding. The same is true of the Phila Empire, where the demon armies have invaded their borders, one of which has swept across the Pala Plateau, slaughtering more than 80,000 people from the five Pala tribes. ”

In Rondello's gasping voice, Bo Long said heavily: "Including the Godsa of the Para Mercenary Regiment and the three hundred mercenaries under his command, all of whom were killed in battle. ”

Roundelo closed his eyes, his face pale.

The Pará Plateau, located at the junction of the three empires, is close to the side of the Philae Empire. The Pala people living on the plateau are known for their bravery and hardiness. And Gosa, the leader of the Para Mercenary Regiment, is an old friend of him and Bolong. They have intersected for many years, and have worked together several times in S-class missions.

To this day, Rondello remembers dancing in the tavern as a burly, chimpanzee-like Gosza twisting his ass with a wine glass. The hearty laughter still seems to echo in my ears. I didn't expect it......

"The mercenary system in the north has completely collapsed," Bo Long said: "Not only have all the mission halls in the war zone been destroyed, but all the mission halls within a hundred kilometers of the adjacent war zone have also been abolished. Many of the bases that have been operated by mercenary groups for many years have become ruins, and the members of the regiment are scattered all over the world, not to mention taking on tasks, and even eating and starving. ”

Roundelo smiled wryly.

In that case, whether it is the aristocracy or the merchant chaebol, it is difficult to protect itself. Where else is someone posting what task. And this means that the mercenaries who rely on the mission to eat lose their jobs.

Being able to receive a job to escort a fleeing nobleman to another place may be lucky for these lonely and ghost-like peers.

"So, we can't eat this line of food. "Now, a large number of mercenary groups have moved to the south. It won't be long before the southern provinces of Lulian, Saxony and Sinasiri will be overcrowded. However, where does the mission hall here come from so much work?"

He sighed, stared straight at the noble envoys walking through the hall below, and said quietly, "Now, we have prepared for the worst. ”

Londello followed Bolong's gaze, looked at the noble envoys, and asked, "Take refuge in them?"

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(To be continued.) )