Summers in Mount Turan are very hot. Although the leafy trees on the mountain block most of the heat, people can still feel the sweltering heat, especially the flies, mosquitoes, insects and ants that are very active during this season. Compared to the fatigue of humans, the Warcraft are quite industrious this season. Because of the arrival of summer, the amount of precipitation is decreasing everywhere. The gray fog in the north of Mount Turan has entered a two-month dry season. The herds that are alive in the Grey Mist Wasteland do not have enough water to sustain their lives, so they can only migrate on a large scale in search of water sources that can sustain the life of the community.

At this time of year, the herds of black and crushing beasts will invariably find plenty of water along the Turan Mountains from north to south. The herds will live there for two to three months before returning to the Grey Fog Wasteland in droves again. The people of Mount Turan call this annual migration of magical beasts the "Beast Tide"

As long as it is a person in his right mind, he will not hunt the demonic beasts in the beast tide. There are just too many of them. And the temper of the migrating demonic beasts is not very good, if you choose to hunt demonic beasts at this time, unless you can fight against the army of demonic beasts all over the mountains. However, Tulan Mountain is the only way for the beast tide to pass, so the people on the mountain must be prepared to defend against the beast tide. Otherwise, a careless cottage will be overwhelmed by the herd.

In the afternoon, human fatigue is stronger, and the cottage is usually very quiet, and people are hiding in a relatively shady place to fall asleep. But this afternoon's cottage is particularly lively, and even the handshaker Lei Ha is busy directing everyone to build various fortifications. It's just that these things that are built today are different from previous years. In previous years, two rows of wooden fences would be built on the outside of the cottage to form a wide passage, so that a large number of beasts could pass through the passage, so that the impact of the beast tide on the cottage would be much smaller. Even if there are two or three demonic beasts that strayed into the cottage, they would be driven away by the heavily armed bandits.

But this year, Reha had people tear down all the wooden fences they had left behind and build a new road. The end of the route is the same as before, but the middle part of the route has changed a lot. The newly built road is further westerly, and it is almost at the foot of the mountain. At the foot of Mount Turanian is the city of Lille. In order to save manpower and material resources, Reha only built a wooden fence on the side of the cottage on the road near the city of Lille, and in the direction of the city of Lille, there is no protection except for the city wall.

Under the personal leadership of Reha, all the people in the cottage were busy, and the efficiency was naturally much higher. And the hardest thing is Bakken, who has a high prestige in the cottage. Bakken is usually a cheerful and grensive person, and in his thirties, he still gives people a feeling of confidence and sunshine. And as a ninth-level warrior, Bakken has also won the admiration of many people in the cottage. It's just that the Bakken at this moment is really very different from before. His eyes were red and his beard was already crawling all over his rough face.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep for days. Since the cottage began to build wooden fences around Turan Mountain, Bakken has been doing the heaviest and most tiring work, consuming a whole day's physical strength, and insisting on practicing with the lively William at night. Badken, who was severely drained by his physical strength, could only rely on his rich combat experience to defeat William, and this hateful bastard was very smart. The same mistake should never be made twice. And he is very good at learning, and he can remember most of the same moves once he watches them. He could write it all down after reading it twice, and by the third time he could already figure out how to restrain it. Looking at William, who became more and more courageous, Bakken, who was in his thirties and in the prime of life, only felt that he was old.

In just a few days, the usually sunny and confident Bakken has been turned into a sloppy and obscene uncle by William. Later, even Reha couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked William to stop for a few days and wait for the fortifications of the cottage to be completed before practicing with Bakken. When Bakken heard the news, he felt like he had been released from death row and had seen the light of day.

William, who didn't know what had left a shadow on Bakken, overdrew his physical strength during the day, and plenty of food and deep sleep could ensure that he had a full physical strength the next day. In the course of training with Bakken, William found that the overdraft of his stamina and the large amount of food he ate could slowly increase his strength and recovery speed. As a result, William was overdrawing his physical strength every day. At this time, the heavy labor became an outlet for William. He did not hesitate to consume his physical strength, in order to be able to overdraft more thoroughly in exchange for the growth of that trace of strength.

In the eyes of others in the cottage, they thought that William worked so hard just so that others could do less.

"What a great lad. One of the bandits looked at William and couldn't help but admire. A few people next to him also chimed in. Only Bakken's face was depressed. He was the only person in the cottage who knew why William worked so hard.

Augustus, who was new to the cottage, was not idle. It is also unsparing to contribute a weak but sincere strength to the cottage. For a few days, most of the people in the cottage knew about him, and sacrificing himself for his friends was the noblest spirit in the eyes of the bandits who were used to licking blood from the knife edge. Therefore, the simple bandits quickly accepted this mercenary who was usually silent and silent.

Mercenaries and bandits, these two professions are often just different names.

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After the fall of the Plantagenet Dynasty, not only was the empire very chaotic, but it even affected other countries and even other races. Babylon, the imperial capital of the Plantagenet Dynasty, was reduced to ruins after the Night of Blood. Countless bounty hunters, bands of thieves, and countless wanted outlaws came here and made a fortune from the dead, and they captured young men in other places, and founded a small town here, and buried Babylon under it. And here, it is called the land of freedom.

These people were originally abandoned by this world, and now there is such a place where they can be free, which will naturally attract more outlaws, and more people continue to come here after the Imperial Blood Night, and continue to expand this original town. In the past 12 years, under the continuous expansion of this person, it has begun to take shape. Although there are some small frictions here every day, and the death rate is even much higher than that of the battlefield, there is still a steady stream of fresh blood joining the city.

Today, Free City has become a playground for criminals, thieves, and adventurers. There were many lords who wanted to take this place under their command, and they did. However, the city did not bring any real benefit to the lords except to add to their troubles. The lords want to collect taxes, but the "citizens" of this city are not ordinary people. They are all people who have had a "glorious" past, and if they want to get money in their pockets, they have to be prepared to be chopped off. So the lords wanted to banish these jackals and hyenas from this place. It's a big deal right now. After all, this is a place where criminals can live for a long time, and these outlaws have nowhere to go except in the Free City, and they have to be on the lookout for the people around them at all times, after all, their bounties are very tempting.

So the outlaws banded together and fought the lords' armies in every street and alley, and the exhausted army finally withdrew, but the lords did not give up. After all, this was once the imperial capital.

In this case, the lords wanted to change the atmosphere of the city.

So, at the call of the wise lords, a large number of civilians poured into the city of freedom, bringing the hopes of the lords to restore the city of freedom to its original appearance. However...... Some of the criminals, thieves, and so on have started to do their old ways. Robbery, murder, rape, and theft are frequent, and where do these honest civilians dare to confront the most vicious outlaws?

In desperation, the nobles finally gave up their illusions of occupying the city.

Later, it became an anarchy. But the influx of more and more people into this small place has made it freaks prosperous. Taverns, black markets, casinos, and kilns are located here and on almost every street.

The nobles could not occupy this place, but their eyes never left it. Many of the shady transactions between them can be carried out boldly, such as the slave trade and arms smuggling.

Liberty City welcomed a group of newcomers today, their faces covered in dust, and their broad bodies were extremely thin at this time. Their clothes are uniform, and they should be some adventure team or mercenary group or something. But these people did not attract the attention of others in the slightest, after all, there are not thousands of people who come to Liberty City every day, but hundreds, who can notice a few of them?

"Bills, what are we doing here?" a young man in the group asked the man at the head of the group, frowning.

"We'll be here from now on. We were no longer mercenaries until Master Augustus found us. Alright, we've been on our way for a few days, so let's find a tavern for a drink. The leader replied.

These people are the people of the Mandala Mercenary Regiment. Augustus stayed in the cottage, they had no backbone, and the last incident was a big blow to the mercenary group, and the prestige that had been accumulated was ruined in William's hands at once. They didn't want to continue to be mercenaries, so Bills simply came here with a bunch of people to try their luck.

"Are we going to live with these criminals in the future?" the young man made no secret of his ugly face.

"Unless you have a better idea, Yuri, we are no longer part of the Guard, not even mercenaries now, since the death of Lord Baron. If you have stuck to your old innocence and arrogance, then you might as well leave us. You're only going to hurt us even more!" said Biers, who was already in a very bad mood, unceremoniously.

Yuri's face turned blue and white for a while, but he didn't dare to refute it.

"Alright, let's find a tavern to eat first, and we'll discuss what to do in the future. Bills said.

Everyone randomly found a tavern to enter, and it was deserted inside. The tavern owner sat behind the bar wiping his glass, not caring about his business being cold. He lifted his eyelids to look at the group, and then lowered his head to wipe the wine glass in his hand.

The mercenaries found a table in the corner and sat down, and Bills asked for two barrels of barley wine and dozens of loaves of bread, and came back and said, "Let's tell what you think." After all, there are only a dozen of us left now, and if we don't think of a way, then we won't even be able to fill our stomachs in the future. Let me start with it, my plan is for us to live here, and although the mercenaries come quickly, the risk is too great. Coupled with what happened last time, I guess we won't be able to make a good business. So I'm going to do things that we didn't dare to do before, like killing people and selling goods. Bills smiled.

After that, everyone expressed their opinions, some said that they wanted to be the king of the mountain like William, some said that they wanted to join the army of a nobleman, and of course there were many people who agreed with Bills's idea. Yuri, who had just been reprimanded by Bills, was silent there, drinking sullen wine alone.

"What about you, Yuri, what are you going to do in the future?" asked Beers.

Yuri looked at Bills, thinking about the glorious days in the Barony's domain before, and now that he had fallen into such a situation, and even did the things he despised and looked down on the most, Yuri's heart was full of bitterness.

"I want to join the army, no matter which nobleman's army is!" Yuri, who had thought for a long time, said firmly.

Bills sighed, he knew Yuri very well. When Yuri first joined the Baron's Guard, the boyish young man often surrounded him with questions and questions, his mind full of noble chivalry, and he always fantasized that he could do something great and that he would be remembered by the bards for eternity. It's just that the empire is no longer there, and now the pattern is so chaotic, if he is still so simple...... Alas!

"Well, if you want to stay with me, we'll find a place to settle down here after eating. If you don't want to work with me, I still have some money here, so I'll give it to you as a travel fee. Bills said lightly.