This time, the Kill Order rewards are very generous, but it also means additional dangers. Although it is said that the mercenaries are outlaws who lick blood on the knife edge, it is also their nature to be greedy for life and afraid of death, after all, they are left in Qingshan without worrying about running out of firewood. With the exception of some daring lone rangers, almost all of the famous mercenary teams did not act rashly, but used the night to gather their teammates and work out plans. He did not leave Istalon until the early morning of the next day.

As for the scattered mercenaries, they gathered at the door of the mercenary guild, looking for their familiar friends to form a team. They can't compete with organized mercenary groups for meat to eat, but there is always soup to be fished out of a few people together. The mercenary industry in Istalon thrived, and it was often the place where outsiders begged for a living. A dozen sandbags hung on one side of the guild's entrance for the new mercenaries to show their strength. According to the strength of the newcomers, they will be divided into one, two, and three classes, which is the origin of George's "third-level warriors".

Ron sat on the corner of the street, looking boredly at the sky with a dog's tail in his mouth. He originally had a small team of three, but unfortunately those two fools lost their lives in the last mission because of greed for money. Even he was slashed in the back of the shoulder, and although he survived in the end, he could not exert any strength in his hands. A mercenary would be crippled if he was wounded like this, but he had no other way to make a living. Fortunately, he has accumulated a wealth of experience in his mercenary career over the years, which is still more important for those rookies who have just entered the industry, so he is still squatting here, hoping to blend in with other people's teams with a fluke mentality.

There was a muffled "bang", and the hanging sandbags shook violently, and the onlookers who watched the excitement let out a burst of laughter. Ron didn't look up, just by listening to the voice he knew it was another failed challenger.

Sandbags of different weights are hung in order, and whichever one you can punch into the air will be considered the corresponding level of warrior. The vast majority of mercenaries are just uneducated reckless, and the only thing they can rely on is this strength. But if you have a skill, who will come back to earn this money?

"Let me try again!" the young mercenary, who had failed in the challenge, took a half-step back, his face red at the laughter of the crowd. He spat into his hand, gritted his teeth and roared, slamming a punch into the sandbag in front of him. Perhaps because he was too nervous, he threw the punch in the wrong direction, not only did he not send the sandbag flying, but he almost threw himself into a stumbling position.

"Get out of the way, Bobby, go home and milk for two years before you come out and fuck off!" the big man standing next to the sandbag kicked the young mercenary in the ass, kicking him out.

"Listen, we only need a fifth-level warrior this time, and the fourth-level old slippery head can also make a living, and rookies like Bobby who can't pass the third level will get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way, I'll try!" another hopeful young man rushed forward.

Bobby rubbed her ass and limped out of the crowd to Ron, grinning and sitting on the floor.

"How can you be a mercenary with thin arms and legs, find a shop as soon as possible and be an apprentice. Ron spat out the dog's tail grass in his mouth and grinned.

"Which boss would dare to accept my problem. Poppy smiled self-deprecatingly, flipped her hand out of her pocket and pulled two dice out of her pocket, twirling them between her fingers. He was originally an apprentice in a shop, but unfortunately he liked to gamble and accidentally lost all the goods in the store once. If this kind of thing happens, naturally no boss is willing to hire him to do things.

"You should chop that hand off. Ron snorted. At the beginning, he saw that Bobby was pitiful and brought him into the industry, mercenary is a profession after all, and he doesn't have to be laughed at if he lives an upright life. But Bobby doesn't have three taels of meat on his body, and he hasn't gained much strength after more than two years of exercise, so it's really not this material. But now he is also a cripple, and the two of them are half a pound and eight taels, and no one should laugh at anyone.

Bobby smiled, rubbed over with a hippie smile and whispered, "Uncle, why don't you take me there." Let's follow them, maybe we can pick up some bargains. ”

"Pick up the cheap? They are going to pick up other people's leftovers, and you can still make a fart after them. With your ability, you might be able to pee your pants if you really meet a kobold. Ron snorted coldly, unmoved.

"Old Ron is right, you kid think military exploits are so easy to earn?" a large hand pressed on Bobby's head, rubbing it twice until the young man let out a scream.

"Brother Wright, why didn't you go to Redstone Ridge and stay in the city?" Poppy exclaimed in surprise.

Unlike them, who are old, weak, sick and disabled, Wright is in the prime of life and has made a lot of fame in the mercenary circle as a lone ranger. Every time Isttalon issues a killing order, ordinary mercenaries can get at most two or three points of military merit after completing the mission, and at most they can only exchange for some scrap. And he alone has accumulated enough military merit points to exchange for standard equipment, and his strength can be seen. Poppy has always regarded him as his idol, and he can't wait to pour tea and water in front of the saddle and behind the horse.

"I just came back. "When it comes to Red Rock Ridge, even if he is as brave as Wright, he can't help but turn pale. "I went to feel the situation last night and almost planted there. I'm afraid those mercenary groups will suffer a big loss this time. ”

"What's going on?" Ron asked, standing up in surprise. These elderly mercenaries had dealt with all sorts of humanoids in the area around Isttalon. Kobolds are shorter than goblins, can make rudimentary stone weapons, are timid and fearful, and have a bad personality, only when they gather in groups. Although I heard that the number of kobolds gathered in Red Rock Ridge this time was amazing, it was not a problem in the eyes of the regular army at all.

"Yo, Wright, you haven't left yet, could it be that you drank too much last night, let's go together!" the big man who was standing next to the sandbag and picking up the man's hand also saw Wright, beckoned and shouted.

"Fuck off, hurry up and find death!" Wright scolded with a calm face: "Old Tom and One-Eyed Barbury can't come back, just those few pieces of waste under your hands can be used for a fart!"

The mercenaries gathered at the gate of the guild were in an uproar, and the two people Wright was talking about were both lone rangers who were as famous as him, and they were the number one people in the guild in terms of seniority, experience, and strength. They have no scruples about acting alone, and every time they rush to their destination as soon as the killing order is issued, they not only undertake the task of finding the way and scout, but also earn a lot of military merits.

Profit and risk always coexist, and a mercenary who can become a lone ranger must know the importance and know how to advance and retreat in addition to strength. They don't have the protection of their teammates, so they have to be even more cautious. Every lone ranger will have his own means of saving his life by pressing the bottom of the box.

Generally speaking, kill orders will only be issued for missions that the Isttalen military deems not a threat but are cumbersome, and the danger level of such a task is slightly more challenging for mercenaries, but not a real danger. I didn't expect that there were casualties at the beginning this time, and it was still an elite hand, how could it not be surprising.

"At least one kobold of a large clan migrated out of the ground and dug through the mines beneath Redstone Ridge, and now the entire Redstone Ridge mine has become their camp. Wright said to Ron and Bobby, his face was always ugly at the mention of this: "The terrain in the mine is too complicated, and the kobolds are so good at night that their eyesight is perverted, we just wanted to check the situation first, but we didn't expect to go around and almost get lost in the mine." If it hadn't been for someone who had caught the kobold's attention, I wouldn't have been able to escape. ”

Wright said something thrilling, and the mercenaries around him gasped and began to talk about it. They weren't suspicious of Wright's words, but if that were the case, the killing order would be quite tricky.

"Please excuse me. ”

"Squeeze what, ugly bastard!

Concerned about the news that Wright had brought back, the mercenaries all pricked up their ears and came over, and forty or fifty strong men blocked the intersection. A petite figure in a tattered cloak tried to pass by, but was impatiently waved away by the mercenary who stood in front of him.

"Please excuse me, I'm going to the Mercenary Guild. Instead of getting angry, the blocked comer raised his voice.

"I said you don't bother, you won't take a detour!" The mercenary who was blocking the way turned his head and was about to scold, when he was suddenly slapped in the face by a big hand and hit a Venus in the eye. He covered his face and turned back to find the murderer, but saw that Wright, the focus of the topic just now, was glaring at him.

"Get out!" Wright pushed away the beaten mercenary, turned to face the comer, bent down, showed a sincere and frightened expression on his face, and asked with a smile: "My lord, what do you need to come to the guild?"

The mercenaries watched Wright's flattery, their mouths wide open to swallow goose eggs. In terms of seniority, Wright is one of the few old qualifications in the guild, and he has a bold personality but is irritable and irritable, and he is the kind of iron man who can stand up straight and sit upright. In all these years, I had never seen him whisper so low to anyone except the old president.

Everyone's eyes converged for a moment, but when they saw the face of the comer, they couldn't help but shudder. It was a girl in a tattered cloak, and although she covered her eyes with a hood, the lower half of her face was covered with ugly scars of bright red, which made people feel creepy just by looking at it.

I don't know how much enmity I have to make to ruin an originally beautiful face like this. Judging from the experience in the industry, such people are more or less psychologically distorted or even perverted, and cannot be easily provoked.

It's just that I don't know why Wright respectfully calls him "Lord", and the mercenary circle is the most well-informed, but no one knows when Isttalon will appear such a number one.

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