Characters in this chapter: (Alleyne), (Parker).

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Chapter 006: (Fearless)

After a brief pause, the team set off in a hurry before the sky could return to light blue. The merchant is like a lone sheep scared of wolves, his slightly fat body moving from time to time on his horse.

Parker held his spear and swayed to balance on horseback, the Rhodok seemed to have a natural repulsion towards horses, but the new mercenaries still managed to maintain their position as standard-bearers.

Momocha and Ressarit were the two best riders in the entire team. One was a horse thief who often dealt with horses, and the other was of aristocratic origin and was trained in riding as a child.

Lewd and cowardly horse thieves are not useless in the mercenary ranks. Victor is not a savior, he will not spend his life in exchange for the dinar to save a burden from a few soldiers.

Momo Tea's tracking skills and detection abilities are excellent. Perhaps these two abilities have something to do with the fact that he often steals horses. Again, both of these abilities are indispensable to the mercenary team. Reconnaissance in advance can help them know the direction of the enemy in advance, and even avoid risks.

Jamila, Cress, and Mathilde were the only three women in the group, none of whom were good at riding, and were all sitting in Roman's ox cart. However, the relationship between them has never been harmonious.

Victor's hand was still on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the short ** under his crotch walked forward slowly. The tattered black armor was covered with dust again, and Alleyne raised his hand to touch the long eastern knife behind his back, and then raised his eyes to look into the distance.

A glimmer of golden light seemed to be about to shine through, and the sky gradually turned blue. The broad shield carved from cork pressed against Aren's heart, as if to remind himself of its importance.

For mercenaries, life is everything, because they have long since abandoned everything. Every mercenary is an ordinary person, but after experiencing the warmth of blood splashing on his face, he cherishes his life extraordinarily.

Alleyne remembers a famous swordsman who once said: no matter who holds it, the purpose of the sword is the same, and it will eventually pierce into the human body. The difference is the number of punctures and the person pulling out.

On the continent of Calradia, Swadian knights in heavy armor are the pride of the Swadians.

A bard once wrote: Riding on armored horses beating drums on the earth, wielding shining blades to kill enemies on the battlefield, their battles are like hurricanes, heavy and mighty, and they pass quickly, and everything disappears.

But all of this has an important premise, that is, on the horse.

The mercenaries have no knightly discipline, but they have the skill to fight. The discipline of the knights was neat and strict, as the pride of the Swadians. The holy guards of the king, who fought for the king and killed the enemy for honor.

The mercenaries, on the other hand, were far from the truth, and the mercenaries were something that poets would never mention, as if they feared that the word would tarnish their gilded nibs. The mercenaries are seen as vultures of war, fighting to survive and kill for the dinar.

The fact is often that the same behavior, due to a small deviation from the starting point, often results in a thousand miles.

The eyes of the world don't matter to the mercenaries, it matters whether they are still alive or not. On the contrary, noble honor trumped everything for knights, and they could even pay with their lives for it.

Now with the Oriental knife tied to his back, the tomahawk at his waist, and the dagger on his leg, Alleyne has it all. On the back of the armor, a scar coiled like a red snake, and it came from a blunt knife.

At that time, Alleyne, who was armed with an oriental long sword, joined the mercenary team, and as he is now, he still silently recited what Victor had said to him every day, believing that in this way he could become an intermediary in the war.

It wasn't until Elle's first mission that he used the sword technique brought from the East to cut down an enemy assassin who was hiding behind the door of his dormitory with his sword, and the man's cloak was torn and half of his body was soaked in blood.

Alleyne picked up his sword and threw it on the ground. Surprise at the blood, nausea and pity all came to mind. Victor was given the task of killing him with a single blow, but his knife deflected as it swung towards his neck, involuntarily splitting the man's shoulder.

Originally, Alleyne was supposed to seal the throat of the injured assassin with a knife, but the young man from the East at that time chose to turn away, thinking that he knew what a mercenary was and what mercy was. However, mercenaries are not to be merciful.

The pain from the blunt knife slicing through his back seemed to be forever seared on the scar, and the wounded assassin dragged his bloody body and stabbed the knife into his body. Alleyne's long eastern knife pierced through the opponent's heart with the speed at which blood splattered.

However, until the moment when the person who was pierced by the blade slowly slipped away from the narrow and thin blade of the Dongfang Long Knife and fell to the ground at the very least, Alleyne was in a daze. The wound on the back hurts exaggeratedly.

On that day, the man carrying the Oriental long knife returned to the team with a dinner knife stuck in his body. At that time, Victor nodded after looking at him. "You're a mercenary. ”

The scar seems to hold not only memories, but even sounds. A mercenary will not be merciful, and courage comes from having nothing. The words that Victor handed him really worked.

Alleyne became accustomed to being covered in blood on many battlefields, and the poets' words often portrayed the same image of the brave. But that's poetry, not real. The person wielding the nib of the pen will never feel the weight of the hilt.

The blood was mixed, both its own and its enemies. The numerous wounds were not the majority, but they were still enough to leave many ugly trails on Ellenn.

The scar on the back is the winner of many scars because it never heals.

The procession escorted the carriage along the path opened by the ancestors, and it was already far away from Djerkhara, and the sky evolved into a mixture of blue and gold.

Alleyne saw Roman looking up, but there was no smile in his eyes, and it turned into a serious expression.

During the midday break, poor Roman told Alleyne with his slightly worn siege crossbow. When his sister was swept into the room with tears in her eyes, the sky was just as it was.

In fact, everyone is ordinary and ordinary, and the world is made up of countless such people.

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A few days later, the team changed horses in a village and soon reached Viruga. The tense businessman along the way finally agreed to take a half-day break.

There were mercenaries standing guard next to the carriage at all times, and now it was Aren's turn. Looking at his teammates who were drinking freely in the tavern, he sighed softly and drew his Oriental long knife. Today is a week before the day the knife was stabbed into his body.

Alleyne stared at the smooth arc of the Eastern Long Knife, contemplating the battle against the knight squadron not long ago.

The knights' bodies on their horses did not seem to be as vigorous as usual, and after falling off their horses, their bodies were as fragile as a piece of parchment, and their eyes were full of exhaustion under their helmets.

How could the Svadian nobles send a tired force after them?Had not the chief of the knights' squadron refused this order?The holster of the three-edged dagger on his leg tightened Aren's leg, a gift from the death of the Svadian knights.

At this moment, Parker walked out of the tavern and handed him a clay pot full of ale, and Alleyne took a sip, it didn't taste very good, but it didn't make people squirt. Parker next to him didn't move, still standing there, he realized the problem.

"What did you say to Sally?" the new mercenary spoke first.

"Not as much as you say. Alleyne examined the edge of the Eastern Long Knife and replied nonchalantly.

The Rhodok is only a little younger than Ellen, who is not a middle-aged man himself. In conversations with each other, the combat experience distances the ages, and the new mercenaries do not notice this.

The young man stepped forward and grabbed Alleyne by the collar. "What did you tell her, why was she so curious about you?" there was a slight hint of anger on the Rhodok's face, but he didn't know what he had given up, and the mercenaries weren't angry at everything.

"The average tiger tends to be curious about its white kind. Alleyne replied softly, the knife in his hand lying firmly in his palm.

In the next instant, the new mercenary's jaw was hit by Alleyne's elbow, and the hand on the collar was released. Parker was pushed against the carriage, the blade of the long Oriental knife touching his Adam's apple, but it didn't cut. There was a hint of consternation in the young man's eyes, mixed with fear.

"Mercenaries don't like love, because they are fearless when they are helpless. And you seem to be the worst scum of them all! I want you to remember that the mercenaries live for themselves, and you should have left everything behind. ”

Alleyne jerked down the knife, flicking his wrist and leaving a wound on the back of Parker's hand. "The old man used to punish me like this, remembering why the blood was shed. He sheathed his knife and turned away, leaving Parker alone.

"I'm a mercenary, male, my name is Alleyne, I don't have a surname. I am a guest of the East. ”

Alleyne calmed everything down, and Parker behind him covered the wound on his hand and stood there quietly. Hopefully, he will become a qualified fighter and learn to let go of everything one day.

If he can't do it, he can only quit. Alleyne thought to himself. We are mercenaries, warriors who give up everything. Because there is no one to rely on, there is nothing to fear.

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