Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Followers

(The first chapter arrives, nothing is said, everyone knows it.) ）

"My lord, my magic has reached level five!" Gandalf said happily, "One more time I can completely get rid of the entanglement of foreign fire, hehe......"

The old magician smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, and the silver aura on his face almost disappeared, replaced by a solemn face, quite a bit of everyone's demeanor, and the gray magic robe on his body was hot and straight, obviously carefully organized.

"Hehe," Lear laughed, "we're going to get back to the Iron Fort, and this time it's not a short time to get out! It's no wonder that he was just experimenting with the "Wutu Escape Talisman" he had just made, and he didn't expect to run to Yewang City two hundred miles away all of a sudden!

And I took in a few little brothers by mistake!

"Lear, do you remember to go back to Iron Castle?" Ace said with a resentful face, the original country boy with a dirt bun has become a gray-robed magician, and he has a fifth-level magician as a follower, and he is still ......

Lear scratched his head speechlessly, Xiao Nizi's resentful eyes made him feel a strange feeling, and his whole body was itchy and crisp......

At this time, Russell, the leader of the "Dark Devil Mercenary Group", walked over with his arms crossed, living in the magician tower in the past two days has made this reckless man gain a lot of knowledge, and he also realizes the arrogance of the magicians, these magicians see that the mercenaries basically look at the soles of their feet!

How could he be so amiable as that adult! Although he was younger, his magic level was not low, an eighth-level magician! Although Russell's lines were rude, the eight silver stars on the Black Iron Magic Badge could still be seen clearly. Several people immediately had a lively discussion about it.

It seems that it is not bad to mess with this young adult! At least life is settled, and the E-class mercenary group is not having a good time. Besides, if they walked out of the Wizard's Tower now, they would probably be arrested by the City Guards immediately. The charge of beating a city guard and seriously injuring them is enough to spend months, if not years, in a dark prison.

Several mercenaries immediately made this decision, didn't the magician want to recruit followers?

But Russell, who had a muscular head, still couldn't understand that the posture of watching the magician slap the city guards didn't look like a weak magician. Otherwise, doesn't a body like himself have the talent to be a magician?" He looked at his muscular body like a monster, and couldn't help but shudder, frightened by his crazy thoughts.

"Uh, Russell, Elder Mercenary, what are your plans?" Lear said with a grin, "We're going to leave Wild Hope City soon, and I'm afraid the Wizard Tower won't be able to let you live forever......"

"My lord," Russell looked more honest than him, but he was really honest and simple, and his lion-like face had a hint of embarrassment: "My lord, if you want, how many of us would like to be your followers?"

"And we're very strong, my lord, you see. I don't have any fighting spirit, but I can beat a level 3 fighter to the ground, Cynthia is a healer, can help us recover quickly, Iron Bow Kane? He's a bit of a rebel in the Temple, hehe, a fighter with both light and dark castes...... Those two majestic black guys are twin brothers, Phil and Gore brothers, a heavy shield bearer and a swordsman, they work well together, and they are both second-level fighters......"

Ryan Russell, a big man who looks like a lion, is obviously not very eloquent, and it took him half a day to explain the situation of several people clearly. Lear's eyes lit up, although these people are not too outstanding now, they all have potential. Especially the fierce man Rhine, he is simply a humanoid beast, if such a guy goes to the battlefield, the deterrent power is not ordinary!

"Well, well, you will all be my followers in the future, hehe......" Lear laughed: "Now anyone who doesn't want to can leave, I will not force it!

Several mercenaries looked at each other silently, although the young man in front of him looked honest, but they saw a trace of essence in his eyes, and he had a maturity that was not commensurate with that of a teenager of this age.

A sixteen-year-old eighth-level summoner may really be a genius! In another place, a desperate mercenary like himself would not be able to climb such a big tree!

Several people nodded silently.

Lear laughed and said, "This Gandalf is also my follower, a fifth-level magician, and maybe soon a sixth-level gray-robed mage, hehe, how close and close you are, there is also a mad dog Billy in the Iron Castle." And my followers......"

Several mercenaries had shocked looks on their faces, how difficult it was to accept a sixth-level magician! They all knew that with the arrogance of a magician, it was absolutely impossible for them to be a follower for someone else, unless that person's strength was much stronger than his!

Only then did they realize how lucky they were to be a follower for the teenager.

The group of eight people left Yewang City on the horses provided by the magic tower, and Ace followed him under the pretext that he wanted to go to the newly built "Iron Fort" to find his father, General Barton.

Lear is still nominally Ace's personal bodyguard now, so naturally it is not easy to refuse.

The road to the Imperial border was a wide and open road, and as the two countries entered a state of war, the number of civilians and caravans coming and going was significantly reduced, but the number of thieves and barricades increased significantly.

Soon after they left the city, they sensed someone sneaking after them.

"Russell, do I seem like a weak and bully?" Lear smiled as he directed his horses as he looked at the sneaky watcher, "Or do you think you guys are easy to bully?"

Russell's rude face showed a sinister smile, and said, "My lord, we have met an old opponent! The Berserk Mercenary Group, they are one of the most untrustworthy mercenary groups here, not only do they eat other people's goods when they protect the merchants, but they also often engage in black and black business! Our little mercenary groups often suffer their losses!"

"Well," Lear said, with a moving expression, "Are there any masters among them?"

"Yes, my lord!" Iron Bow Kane raised his almost square chin, this guy's entire body was almost rectangular, very strong, and said: "Their regimental leader is called Blood Spear Battle, he is a fifth-level peak warrior, and there are several fourth-level fighters under his command, hundreds of mercenaries, we are not their opponents at all!"

Lear looked at the huge iron bow he was carrying on his back, Kane's arm strength was definitely not small, this bow alone was probably dozens of catties, and it couldn't be pulled away without two or three hundred catties of strength, compared to the small silver bow of the "Dark Moon Archer" Ace.

"Well, as long as the frenzied battle comes to provoke us, we will slaughter him!" The innocence on Lear's face suddenly disappeared, and all that was left was a fierce murderous aura.

The mercenaries immediately felt a pang in their hearts, and they had a new understanding of this cheap "head", that is, the fierceness hidden under the honest appearance and the favoritism of their brothers.

Lear knew that in order to make these gangsters completely obey him, he had to let them find a real reason to cling to! The detached followers were not what he wanted, he wanted to stand up, and this berserk mercenary group happened to hit his butcher's knife headlong.