"Sally, I'll get my sword"

Walking into the hall of the Mission Hall, Old Bear went straight to the counter and found a staff member of the Mission Hall.

"Old Bear?!" The staff member Sally was a man in his mid-fifties with gray sideburns and thinning hair. As soon as he saw the old bear, he immediately exclaimed, and regardless of the other people at the counter, he turned around and got out of his seat, walked around from the side, walked to the old bear and grabbed him.

"I heard you've signed up for Youyong?" asked Sally worriedly.

"Well," the old bear looked away, as if he didn't want to mention this matter again, and nodded, "I'm going to report to the Grand Duke's army tomorrow, so now I want to take out my sword." ”

"Confused! You're in your forties, what are you going to do!" Sally grabbed Lao Xiong's hand vigorously and comforted: "People can't be resurrected after death, this has established so many refugees, who doesn't have a few relatives who died in the hands of the Feilie people, everyone is like you, so do you want to live?"

Seeing that the old bear was silent, Sally said again: "Think about it carefully, if your wife and children see you like this, they will be happy?"

"Sally, I know you're good for me," Old Bear laughed miserably, shook his head, and said, "However, if you treat me as a friend, if you remember our friendship for more than ten years, don't persuade me." My wife and children died at the hands of the Fireans, and if I still live in hiding behind, do you think I will be able to sleep?"

Sarri looked at his old friend, and for a moment he only felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Since Old Bear settled in Medin City, Sully and Old Bear have become friends. The two have been friends for more than ten years, and they don't know each other at all.

He knew that a man like Lao Xiong had been fighting on the battlefield for the first half of his life, licking blood with his knife and flushing water, and he looked the most cold-blooded. But in fact, in the heart of this simple man, there is a boiling blood. The hard-won attention of his family exceeded his life.

Not to mention his women and children, how many mercenaries have been rescued by her gritted teeth in these missions?

It's even interesting that in order to save a mercenary, this man had his back against a cave, and under the siege of forty or fifty second-class wind wolves, he held out for three whole days, without even blinking an eye! When the reinforcements rushed over, they found that his injuries were far worse than those of the soldier Yan Zòng who was rescued by him. There were dozens of wounds on his body, large and small, and his clothes were red with blood.

Later, before the mercenary's injuries were healed, he propped up his body in front of the brother and kowtowed three times. From now on, as long as Lao Xiong has something, he will be the first to come and help.

How many people are the same as that mercenary over the years?

How could a man who was unwilling to give up even a temporary partner be indifferent to watch his women and children being killed by the transitional butcher of the invasion?

Surrey looked at the old bear's eyes for a long time, let out a deep sigh, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll help you apply for the revocation of the mission, there shouldn't be anyone next, you wait." ”

"Trouble ......" Lao Xiong's words were interrupted as soon as he began.

"Sally, wait!" The short mercenary who rushed into the hall of the mission hall quickly ran over and grabbed Sally's arm: "How much money is missing from the old bear's sword, I'll make up for it!"

As he spoke, the short man suddenly took out a money bag from his waist bag and spread his hands: "This is the commission I just received, twenty-five gold Lulang, take them all!"

Sully and Old Bear were stunned.

Before the two of them came back to their senses, they saw the middle-aged mercenary following closely behind the short man, striding over, and said loudly: "Fuck, the old bear is going to battle, how can he not even have a magic martial arts!

As he spoke, the middle-aged man also cleaned his pockets and took out more than a dozen Jin Lulang.

More and more mercenaries poured into the mission hall, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded Lao Xiong and Sally.

"Who are you?" said the old bear's resolute and calm face, which had been polished by wind and frost, met a pair of eyes, and no longer remained calm, and said in a trembling voice.

"Old bear, don't say it!" the short mercenary clenched his fists: "I just came back and know about your family." What comforting words, I'm stupid, fucking, can't say it. But your business is my business, those Filiet mongrels invaded our land, and killed our people, what bloody man would want to watch like this?"

"Yes!" Before the short mercenary could finish his words, the mercenaries around him were already excited.

In the past few days, some of these men present have been on the battlefield one after another, and some have been harassed and chased by the Feilie people in the wild.

For foreign enemies, any bloody man will not be indifferent.

Although this country has such and such shortcomings. However, in peacetime, everyone can do tasks together, kill monsters together, make money together, drink and chat together, brag and fart together, and ask for flowers and willows, no matter how difficult life is, there is always hope.

But the invasion of the Ferrets dragged half of the province of Lulian into the abyss of fire.

Now on the southern coast, there is no longer a single merchant ship of the Saint Soran Empire, and several southern fleets have also temporarily avoided the war because of huge losses.

Not to mention the near-paralysis of thriving maritime trade, the familiar cities are in ruins.

On the sunny road, the carriage carrying the rich lady is gone, the ox cart pulling the simple village girl is gone, the green pasture and the herds of cattle and sheep are gone, the small white buildings covered by the green shade on the roadside hillside are gone, the port where people come and go, and the lively market is gone.

What's more, everyone's familiar faces, no matter how sweaty they sweat in the dusty sun, but still have hearty laughter!

However, everyone could only be silent.

This is a world ruled by aristocrats.

Which nobles, large and small, are gathering to fight under the command of Grand Duke Adolf in order to defend their territory. They have more resources, a stronger army.

At this time, it seems that it is not the turn of these mercenaries who are at the bottom of society to jump out.

Therefore, everyone can only watch, but this does not mean that they don't care, let alone that they are cold-blooded.

Their blood is hot, even boiling. When the old bear who belongs to this group decides to go to the battlefield to avenge his wife and children, this love immediately erupts like a volcano!

Even if they can't do something else for Lao Xiong, they can at least let this man, who has lost his wife and children and was ruined by the Phillips, take a handful of the magic martial arts he has dreamed of in his life to the battlefield!

"Old bear!" said the middle-aged mercenary, "I know I can't persuade you now." To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that those nobles were too bastards, Lao Tzu would have been on the battlefield in the morning. Spit is nailed here, I dare say, it won't be long before most of us here will meet you on the battlefield. ”

"I've already registered," in the crowd, a sturdy mercenary walked out, stood beside Lao Xiong, and said loudly: "Lao Tzu is alone, to put it bluntly, he is going for the army and money." If you can kill the Ferryan mongrel, and you can run a way out, why don't you do it?"

"I've signed up too!" "And me!"

In the blink of an eye, dozens of mercenaries had already squeezed out of the crowd.

"See!" said the middle-aged mercenary, "This is our place, and our ancestors have lived here for generations." I don't know you who hates the Phillips. So, today, no matter what, we have to scrape together the money for your sword, so that you can take a decent sword to the battlefield with dignity. ”

"Yes, that's it!" shouted a mercenary in the crowd, "Fuck, our people can't just draw their swords and make people laugh." Old bear, how much worse, you give a word, Sally, old bear doesn't say, you say!"

"Big guy......" The old bear smiled at a pair of eyes, sobbed twice, and suddenly squatted on the ground and cried.

"The whole town was destroyed, more than 700 people, and less than 20 escaped......! They don't even spare one-year-olds!"

The voice was heartbreaking, like the wailing of a wild wolf!

The mercenaries around him all had red eyes. They were originally men who licked blood with knives, and they had done the most deadly work, daring to fight fierce beasts with their bare hands, and daring to hold wild wolves and bite each other. On weekdays, there are a lot of bastards who don't talk well, and they have done a lot of bastards who are angry with each other and draw knives against each other.

But when they saw the man in front of them who had fought with the Feilie people in the border city of Longmen for ten years, had been bitten by wolves with dozens of wounds, and had fought desperately for three days and three nights without snorting, in front of all of them, they found that they were weak like a girl at this time!

No one is ashamed of this.

They know better than anyone else that for Lao Xiong and for the group of men present. What does it mean to have a home that is not wealthy, but warm enough?

The short mercenary had red eyes, turned his head to look at Sally, and stretched out his hand holding the gold coin: "Sally, give me a word, is it enough!"

"Usually the first-level flame demon pattern is 200 gold Lulang, and Lao Xiong has made up one hundred and sixteen, and your money adds up to about the same. Sally said, "However, I don't know if any magicians are willing to take it now." ”

"Damn, I don't want Lao Tzu to have it here! I don't believe it, the money is enough, and there are still people who don't want to make it!" "That's it! Whoever takes our task is our friend! The key is fucking pretentious and dares not to take it, out of the mission hall, don't blame ......"

Before the mercenary could finish speaking, he heard Sally, who had returned to the counter, exclaim after calling up the task entrusted by the old bear in the dense task array.

"One hundred and sixty gold Lulang, someone picked it up, and it has been completed!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other.

"Who picked it up?"