Chapter 002: Iron Mercenary Group

Characters in this chapter: Alayne, Jamila, Mocha, Wiggins. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

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Since leaving Chanda, Alleyne has traveled south with his team of mercenaries.

They weaved through the mountains, forests, and paths, and finally stepped out of the territory of the free city of Chanda after crossing a steep pass.

During this time, they encountered a group of green forest bandits and a gang of bandits, but they were easily dismissed.

Later, in one of the villages where they were camped, a group of bandits came to raid at night, and in desperation, Alleyne led his mercenaries to help the villagers drive away the bandits.

The next few days were all safe and sound, perhaps because of the scale of this mercenary group, no more open-eyed bandits and robbers dared to make trouble.

The night before leaving, Alleyne lay in bed and thought about it for half the night, deciding to give his mercenary group that had just reached a certain size a strong and bloody name - the Iron Blood Mercenary Group.

The road became wider and wider, and the sparse farmsteads and cottages began to be seen on the roadside again.

On the way, they passed through several villages of various sizes, and after stepping into the plains, the speed of the team became faster and faster, and they only had to pass through the Fort of Radogir in front of them to reach the bustling city of Zhivadine.

As the procession marched along the wide pathway, the light above them dimmed any longer, as if someone had painted a layer of black on the canopy with ink, and the ink must have been smeared too much, as if drops of ink were about to fall from the canopy.

It was too dark to continue on the road, so the mercenaries had to set up camp at the entrance to the Kosovo Forest.

In the night, the trees stood like some hideous giants, stacked into a dense pile of black shadows, and the gaps in the leaves were like thousands of pairs of small eyes, mysteriously peeking around.

"Raise your hands a little higher and turn your center of gravity to the left. Wiggins was teaching two of the most unqualified members of the team around the campfire.

One of them was the daughter of a wealthy merchant, while the other claimed to be the best tracker and the most skilled horse thief.

Every night, 'Horse Thief' Mocha and 'Beautiful Princess' Jamila learn fighting skills from Wiggins.

Compared with the pampered Jamila, the sleek and sophisticated tea has made great progress.

Under the teaching of the 'Iron Sect Head', Mo Mocha's combat skills have obviously improved a lot, plus he already knows some parrying and dual-wielding skills, so he has made such great progress.

'Iron Leader' is a nickname that the mercenaries have earned for their instructor, Wiggins.

Almost every member of this mercenary team has one, if not two, nicknames. These nicknames are derived from the mercenaries' personality, identity, profession, or other characteristics.

"Instructor, this thing doesn't suit me at all. Jamila retorted unconvinced, "You should have given me a sharp sword, or a dagger, not a broken bow." ”

"The sword is the weapon of choice for a warrior, and the dagger is a murderous weapon in the hands of an assassin," Wiggins' gray eyes were stern and merciless. "You can't be a warrior, let alone an assassin, so the bow is your only option. ”

"I don't practice anymore, so I don't want to hold a broken bow. Jamila childishly threw away her longbow and headed for her tent.

Wiggins walked away angrily to the other side of everyone's gaze, leaving Mocha alone standing stupidly under the campfire with a spear.

Standing not far away, Alleyne witnessed this, and he also knew that the young instructor was doing this to protect Jamila.

"Jamila," Alleyne hurriedly followed, admonishing him, "you should follow Wiggins' teachings, and he's doing it for your own good." ”

"For my good?" said Jamila, as she walked toward the tent, "don't you see his condescending face, and what he said, what do you mean that I am worthy of a broken bow?"

"He's always been so strict when it comes to training soldiers," Alleyne patiently explained, "You know, if you have a choice, most soldiers would rather hide behind and attack the enemy with a bow and arrow than charge into battle and fight the enemy desperately." ”

Jamila said without showing weakness: "I want to be thought of as a coward." ”

Alleyne asked a little harshly, "Then you want to be a dead man?"

In the face of Aryne's questioning, Jamila was speechless, of course she didn't want to die, but she didn't want to be a coward either.

But she never thought that if she took the sword and went into battle with the mercenaries to kill the enemy, would she really be able to survive from the enemy's sword?

Seeing that the other party was silent, Alleyne continued: "Bows and arrows can also play an excellent role, in the battlefield, archers are an indispensable class, accurate archers can not only cover the retreat of their companions, but also save the lives of their companions at critical moments. ”

"I'll try to be a good archer," Jamila said more softly, recognizing the situation, "Thank you, Aren. With that, she turned and slipped into the tent in front of her.

Fireflies flickered in the treetops, flickering and disappearing, like sparkling sapphires hidden in the leaves, embellishing the night into extraordinarily magnificent and magical.

In the evenings, when everyone gathers around the campfire for dinner, the mercenaries like to listen to Wiggins tell ancient stories about the northern ice continent, but Alleyne is curious about the story of how he used to steal horses.

"Tea," asked Alleyne, sitting as he sat aside, "why do you always like to steal horses?"

"Horses are the most docile animals, and they are the easiest and most valuable things to take away on this war-torn continent. ”

"Then why do you have to steal?" asked Alleyne, "why don't you just be a horse dealer?"

Mo Cha was silent for a while, and muttered, "I aspire to be a decent businessman, but I was born a thief." I don't have the capital!" He shook his head resolutely, "If there is another way to make a living, I am not willing to steal it!"

"Maybe that's what fate has planned. Aren didn't know what to say other than that. The world is so unfair that you can't choose where you come from, but you can choose your own path.

After a moment of silence, he continued: "I once didn't eat a meal for a week, and on the eighth night, I stole money from a family for treatment, and at dawn, the mother watched her child die in her arms, but I couldn't help it..." And I'd rather live myself, even if it's like an ant!"

Alleyne was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. Someone once said something like that. When a person dies, everything is over. ”