The surrounding mercenaries couldn't help but panic when they saw their leader fall to the ground. But there are so many enemies that they can't pull out to support. In the distance, Aragorn frowned, and just as he was about to call for a cavalry charge, a mutation protruded.

Nofil smelled a strong smell of blood coming from behind him, and subconsciously turned away. I saw a bald Kugit man covered in blood, carrying a battle axe, walking slowly towards him with an expressionless face.

"Your boss has been cut down by me!What are you going to do!" Nofile felt a panic inexplicably, and couldn't help yelling.

Instead of responding, Rolf suddenly sped up. Seeing this, Nophil hurriedly prepared for battle, only to see Rolf raise his battle axe and slash at Nofele's head, Nofile judged the direction of Rolf's attack, so he raised his shield to block his head.

The shield can block the tomahawk, but at the same time it can block the view.

At the end of Nophil's life, he felt only two cold hands, one pressing the top of his head and the other clutching his chin.

The sound of broken bones!

Nofile's neck was twisted at a strange angle by Rolf, who let go of the corpse in his hand with a blank face and grabbed the tomahawk that had been thrown on the ground. Look at Merlin lying on the ground.

"Fingers!!!!!" Merlin almost lost his mind, howling.

After the war, the mercenaries plundered useful things from the corpses, and then piled the dead together and set them on fire. Although this is contrary to religion - cremators cannot ascend to heaven. But Merlin, now preoccupied with revenge, doesn't care about that.

"Go to hell! damn the scumbag!" Merlin watched as Nophil's body burned in the flames. Cursed viciously.

When the sun rose the next day, the 'Journey to the Shire' caravan was back on its way, with a faint smell of charcoal. The mood of the crowd was very low. There was little talk along the way, only the snort of the horses broke the silence from time to time.

After about three hours of walking, the team stopped. Merlin looked into the distance, his eyes filled with joy and sadness. Then he turned around with a complicated expression and beckoned to the mercenary at the bottom of the slope.

"Alas, here we are!" Merlin said in a loud voice, looking at the city of Kulau, "We have arrived at Kulau!"

"Oh. Arrived?"

"Finally. ”

The team at the bottom of the slope was full of joy, and the low atmosphere instantly became lively. The mercenaries walked up to the top of the hill and looked at their long-awaited destination.

A magnificent city appeared in their field of vision. Its walls reflect a gentle glow in the sunlight, and a towering bell tower can be faintly seen inside the city, full of sacred significance. Above and below the gates were heavily guarded. Inside the city gates. There is a constant flow of people - this is Kulau. The terminus of the 'Road to the Shire' caravan.

"It's time to pay your salary," Rolf chuckled, and Resarit curled the corners of her mouth in a rare way.

"Caravan Guards, you've completed your mission!" Merlin shouted to all the mercenaries, "Now is the time for me to complete my mission!"

In a normal hotel in Kulau. Aragorn sat on a wooden chair and played with the dinar in his hand. He glanced at the laid-back-looking crowd and smiled heartily.

"One hundred dinars, Rolf!" Fateis asked enviously, staring at Rolf's purse, "Why do you get twice as much as ours?"

"That's because of Rolf's strong posture. Alleyne smiled and helped Rolf answer the question: "He saved Merlin's life." ”

Rolf smiled in agreement, silent.

Warm sunlight leaked into the house through the window and shone on everyone. Resarit touched his beard and looked at James comfortably sipping a warm ale. Try to test his intentions.

"James. Resarit said.

"Ahhh?" James was stunned for a moment as he was concentrating on enjoying the ale, "What?"

"What are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to join my colleague in Zhivadin, and I'm going to be an assistant under him. ”

"Aren't you going to stay?"

James understood what Resarit meant. hesitated for a moment, then replied tactfully: "I, I just don't really want to be a mercenary who may hang up at any time." ”

Probably hanging up at any moment, Alleyne raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"But it's time of war, James. Resari said sternly: "Everyone 'can hang up at any time.'" In such periods, mercenaries outlive the good people. ”

"There's no basis for that," James scratched his head, "the tavern owner downstairs is having a good time." ”

"So, James. Resarit glanced at Kress, who was sitting in the shadows without saying a word, and said, "You went with Kress, right?"

"Of course. James smiled at Kress who was looking at him.

"If, the lord comes, he forces you to become a soldier. How can you resist? How can you keep guarding your Cress?"

"Eh" James was speechless for a moment, and then responded: "I can go to Aaron, I heard that Roctor practices democracy." ”

"Do you think it's possible?"

"Well, you're on point, it can't be. James shook his head, "But what can I do? Kress can't come with me as a mercenary to fight knives, she needs to learn something! At least let her go to school!"

Kress looked at James and felt a warmth in his heart.

"As for that, I can help you out. Jamila smiled gently, then looked at Kress and said, "I spent a year at the Paraven Poetry Society. I believe I have the qualifications. ”

"That, that Cress is safe"

"Then she can be a crossbowman, or a thrower. This type of occupation has the lowest mortality rate except for choking while eating. Alleyne interjected.

James didn't reply, but lowered his brow. It's like thinking. After a while, he looked at Kress and said slowly, "What do you mean?" ”

"I don't care. Dr. James," Cress smiled, "I'll just follow you." ”

The Nords have surrounded Zhivacheze!

The news of the north spread like a wind throughout Kulau, casting a shadow of unease over the hearts of the people. But war is war, and life is life, and the relationship between them is like the increase in the price of salted fish in the Japanese Wacha does not affect the price of bread in Kulau. So apart from an extra conscription order on the streets, not much has changed in the city of Kulau.

"Hell weather. ”

Fatis looked at the gloomy sky outside the door, took a sip of ale, and grumbled.

"Hmm. ”

Aragorn swallowed the hard black bread. Echoed.

Fatis looked at Aragorn, was silent for a moment, and sighed, "It's all rich." You're still so frugal. ”

Aragorn smiled bitterly.

It was the third day they had arrived in Kurau, and the first thing the mercenaries did when they arrived at the hotel was to sleep with their heads covered, and as a result, they slept all day. The next day, I got up dimly. Since James had been clamoring about equipping himself with weapons and positioning Kress as a profession since he got up, it was another busy day. It wasn't until the third day that I was really relaxed.

It is worth mentioning that Alleyne sold his saber to James cheaply. I went to the blacksmith shop and re-ordered a handguard sword.

Suddenly, the surroundings lit up.

Aragorn turned his head to look behind him, and it turned out that the light was so dim that the tavern owner had to light the lamp.

"I don't know why," Fatis said in a deep voice, "I feel that Suno's lights are much brighter than this. ”

"Do you hate Vecchia?" Aragorn tapped on the brown bread, feeling like he was knocking on a piece of oak, wondering if he was overly frugal.

"No, I just remembered my hometown. Fatis put down his glass: "Did I tell you?

"Suno, that's a good place. I've been there with my lord. The bards seem to call it the Holy City. Aragorn said, "But I didn't stay there for a day, my lord just passed by." ”

"Your loss. Fatis looked a little disappointed. Then a summary evaluation of Aragon was made.

Aragorn smiled bitterly, but as soon as he raised the corners of his mouth, he suddenly coughed violently. Seeing this, Fatis hurried forward and wanted to help, but he didn't know how. But Aragorn's face turned red and waved his hand at Fatis to show that he was fine, and he took Fattis's glass and drank it down.

"Phew, I'm feeling better. Aragorn slumped in his chair and gasped violently, "I can't believe it, a piece of bread wiped me out." With that, he shook his head and took the black bread into his arms.

“”

Fatis didn't reply, but stared at the wine glass he had seen with a complicated expression.

"Good morning!

Alleyne walked out of the darkness outside the door, smiled and waved his hand at Aragorn, Fatis, and then abruptly changed his words, "Or say good evening?" and then placed a black package on the wooden table with Snowflake.

"Good morning, Alleyne. Aragorn nodded to Aren and said hello.

"What is this?" said Fatis as he came back from the ale, pointing to the package, "Salted fish?"

"This is a book for Kress, Fatis, and you think Jamila and I went out early in the morning to buy salted fish?" Alleyne replied as he opened the package, "James paid for it." ”

Aragorn casually took a book from the package, sniffed the ink, and read the title.

"Huh, The Hobbit?"

"Ahem," Alleyne explained, "a book of poetry, written by a dwarf named Vlado. ”

"Vlado?" Aragorn raised an eyebrow, "Why does it feel so familiar?"

"That's because his grandfather was the famous dramatist Bilbo! ”

Aragorn smiled wryly in return, then picked up another book.

"Survival in the Wild?"

"I read this book in my father's bookcase. Alleyne smiled, "In the days when I just left home and didn't meet the captain, this book helped me a lot, you know? ”

"Can you tell me about the captain?" asked Aragorn tentatively.

Alleyne was silent, and when Fatis saw this, he hurriedly picked up the third book and tried to change the subject: "Huh, this book?"

"This book" Alleyne sighed, then took it with a wry smile: "Freedom and Glory, especially recommended by local scholars." I haven't read it either, but it's said to be a recently published book, which is extremely popular among scholars and is known as 'the greatest book of the year in Calradia'. I'm going to turn two pages without any problems. ”

"It's quite famous. ”

"And where is Jamila?" asked Fatis as he refilled himself with a glass of ale, "and salted fish?"

"Salted fish? There are no salted fish, no, there are salted fish. "There's a recruitment ad at the crossroads, and it's really good: If you don't have a dream, you're a salted fish.

Jamila was staying in the Scholars' Guild to study, and I saw that she was in high spirits, so I came back first. Alleyne fastened his package and replied. I saw him clap his hands, and then unceremoniously picked up Fatis's wine glass, drank it all, and asked, "James, haven't they come back yet?"

(To be continued......)