Chapter 009: How to Choose

Characters in this chapter: Iron Mercenary Regiment, Iron Mercenary Regiment, Iron Mercenary Regiment, Wiggins, Forest Brotherhood - Aru, Forest Brotherhood - Jason Augustus. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

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The bushes on his side suddenly rushed out, and Ellen quickly turned around, and Stronger, who was still dripping with blood on his helmet, dragged a bloodied robber out of the woods and threw it heavily in front of the mercenaries.

"I'm just asking three questions. Wiggins drew a dagger from his belt and swiped it across the face of the robber lying on the ground like a game.

The bandit, covered in blood, looked in horror at the Nord man with a pot helmet in front of him, and his shoulder, which had been cut by the sword, was in severe pain, and blood was sticky all over his body. Even so, the blood was not as terrifying as the cold dagger on his face that could cut off his ears at any moment.

"When I'm ready, I'll start asking. Whose people are you?"

Even an ordinary team of bandits may have a complex network of relationships behind them, and only by understanding their background and leaders can you be prepared to deal with the enemy again.

"We, we're Brotherhood of the Forest・・・・・・ if you don't want to be attacked by us every time you step into the jungle, just let me go・・・・・・"

The team was silent for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.

The robber who was held to the face with a dagger looked nervously at the men around him who controlled his life and death, but he still wanted to leave a seemingly decent way of life for himself.

"The second question, how many of you are there. Wiggins laughed similarly, the sharp blade of the dagger pressed closer to the captive's temple, and the slightly playful tone was full of the condescension of a victor.

"The free brothers of our forest brotherhood are everywhere・・・・・・ we will appear anywhere in the jungle, and we don't want to be shot into a hedgehog by our arrows...

Aru, who was trembling with fright by the coolness of the dagger, answered the question incoherently, his flustered pupils were completely different from the cowardice and fear in the words, and the dagger became more and more forceful to make him clearly feel the killing intent of this Nord.

"One last question, do you want to know my name before you get killed?" Wiggins took a step back, and two mercenaries grabbed the robber by the shoulders and pulled him up, allowing the man whose legs were beginning to go limp.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I can get you out of this woods!Don't kill me!" Aru finally stopped stiffening his mouth in the face of death, and the hot urine gushed out of his lower body uncontrollably, flowing down his pants and into his leather boots. Szhuanger put the dagger to the robber's neck, and finally admired his opponent's struggle before he died.

At this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from the jungle.

"Damn Nords, take your knife off Aru's neck!"

The mercenaries quickly drew their swords, and facing the direction from which the sound came, several crossbowmen raised their crossbows in the air, ready to fire at any moment.

A man dressed in hunter's leather armor, with thick black hair braided into hundreds of pigtails, and a ribbon with gems embedded in his forehead, walked out of the woods with a sack dripping with blood, half of his face covered by scars, and a pair of eyes with a smile.

A dozen robbers with black hoods followed closely behind, their bows full of arrows, and they confronted the mercenary team in front of them without showing weakness.

Alleyne looked at the arrogant man in front of him, and unconcernedly, he put the repeater back on the strap around his waist, and drew his blood-stained sword.

"Why, the people who want to save you? I gave you a chance before the war that you don't need to die, but unfortunately someone taught us that those who have the ability can always survive. ”

Alleyne smiled disapprovingly, casually waved the long sword in his hand, and slammed the tip of the sword against the throat of the robber behind him who was grabbed by the mercenary's shoulder.

"Guess your brother has what it takes?" Jason shook the sack behind him, and three bloody heads rolled on the ground.

Several heads rolled down to the mercenaries' feet, and anger erupted on the mercenaries' cheeks. It was their people, and the mercenaries recognized the familiar faces at a glance.

"Now it seems to be a better place, your brother named Yoda is enjoying the Bushman etiquette at my brother's hands, do you care if that bastard lives or dies?"

Jason, who was slowly arranging the sack, smiled slyly, his face was divided into two parts by the scar, and a pair of smiling eyes defiantly looked at the murderous Ellen in front of him.

"I'm only going to give you one day, and tomorrow morning if my brother can't stand here in a good manner, and in the bag is your fellow's head, and I guess you won't like to see him without ears and eyes, and his nose cut off!"

In silence with only the sound of birdsong, Jason dropped Yoda's bloody book and departed surrounded by dozens of robbers with bows and aims, leaving only the mercenaries in dead silence.

The robber, who had been held by the shoulder, was finally able to escape from his immediate death, and his face, which had just turned pale with fear, had regained a little red.

Everyone's eyes looked around on Ellene, as if expecting him to break the silence.

They are mercenaries, and mercenaries never pay for their lives when they know the danger but die without profit.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, the unknown birds jumped on the branches, the shrill cries sounded no longer pleasant, the air no longer smelled of leaves, the smell of blood took over the nostrils, and the rest of the things were gone.

Everything, is waiting to see how this team without glory will choose in the end.

Alleyne spoke: "We are mercenaries, walking the land of Calradia. We just need to keep our own lives alive and kill the owner of the sword before the body is pierced by someone else's sword," his voice gradually lowered, but his pupils were still burning hot, and there was no tendency to waver. "It's the only way for us to show our value and earn a pass to live, a gold coin. ”

"But what I want to say is that in addition to the gold coins we fought for, there is also one thing we are determined to stick together, and that is that we never abandon our comrades and never give up on our comrades. Aren's tone was firm

Mercenaries have no holidays and fixed salaries, they only have themselves, only weapons, only hearts beating under their armor, some of them are boiling, some of them have long been numb in the baptism of blood and war, and they want to overcome their spirit that may collapse at any time before being killed by the enemy.

For mercenaries who have no faith, the best way is to fantasize about something and make it happen with their own efforts.

Aren's fantasy is to protect everything around him, the villagers huddled to hide from the fighting, the wounded warriors who bled but still didn't give in, the comrades around him who used to laugh together.

As well as everything, he fantasized about the day when he could protect all the weak and the right.

This is a fantasy that will be ridiculed for a mercenary and an ordinary person, and it is precisely because it is a fantasy that he has deeply rooted it in his mind and maintained his spirit.