Throughout the Great Empire of Orcs, magicians are illegal professions. Their destiny is to die or become pets. As for the warrior class, since most of the orcs are warriors, they are relatively much more relaxed. The lifelong goal of human warriors is nothing more than to free themselves and their families from slavery and become free people. It is also best to immigrate to the human kingdom in the south, such as the kingdom of Turu is a good choice. Because in Turu, it is really easy for a warrior to make a living.

Join the army, make military merits, and be awarded the title of knight (knight); or join the personal guard with your ability, become a bodyguard, and you can also make a lot of money; the most poor can also be registered as a mercenary, with a fighting spirit, a sword in your hand, and no suspense at all.

The town of Morningstar is north of the Icatobara jungle, and to the south is the Dragon Road, which leads directly to the capital city of Tya. It is bordered by the turbulent waters of the Tulu River in the east, and the remnants of the Ninety Thousand Mountains in the west. The mercenary branch in the north of the Turu Kingdom is located in a small town.

"Be quiet!" Branch President Algar dragged his fat belly and climbed to the high platform in front of the door, "The kingdom official has just commissioned the guild to release a large number of new tasks! It's a large number! There are so many that the little boys can't finish it, and the bonuses are so rich that the grandchildren count the money in the middle of the night and have cramps!"

Algar wiped his sweat and smiled darkly.

Several were competing for the task of "escorting a certain son to the outskirts of the jungle to collect purple river flowers", and the mercenaries who fought fiercely also glared at each other and retreated to a safe distance.

"Be careful when you walk in the middle of the night!"

"You're lucky!"

The companions pulled away a few angry people, and their attention was focused on the mission launch of the Mercenary Guild.

Holding aloft a thick stack of documents, Alega shouted: "Hunt down a magician, canonize him as a knight of the kingdom, confer an honorary knighthood, and be tax-free for life! Another bonus of 3,000 to 30,000 coins, and increase the level of mercenaries by 1-9! Such a task is tens of thousands! Interesting, right?"

There are also some super tasks, such as: Hunt Gandalf for SSS-level! Successful people will be knighted and have a fief of 300 miles! 1 million gold coins! Do you understand? 1 million, 1 million! There is also the capture of the Brave Paradise for 5S-level! The Beast Emperor will meet in person! Fools, do you understand? The Beast Emperor will meet in person, and it will be a piece of cake for you to seal a kingdom!"

With a coax, the enthusiasm of the mercenaries was completely aroused. Of course, many of these poor children don't know who Gandalf is. That's the existence of the dragon Dack who wants to clamp his tail when he hears it! It is listed as the highest 3S level, and it really deserves its name. As for the 5S-level Brave Paradise mission, it immediately attracted the attention of the major mercenary groups, and through a small amount of trade, the mercenaries still have a certain understanding of the strength of the Brave Paradise. It's really strong, but can't it be attacked at all? Not necessarily!

Magician? Is that still a human from this day on? It's like a moving mountain of gold!

"Your Excellency, may I ask if the previously announced mission of capturing the mage is still valid? Why is it all changed to hunting now?" A mercenary leader paid a deposit of ten gold coins to receive the long-term task of capturing the mage.

Algar was cautiously descending the steps, and when he heard this question, he did not look back but replied loudly: "All the capture tasks are nullified! Friendly reminder to you, magicians still have some ghosts, it's best to be fully prepared to go in a group, otherwise who hunts who may not be the same......!

Taking advantage of the fact that the whole town fell into madness, there were already three or three "mercenaries" who left the town directly and quietly entered the jungle. Aleka snorted coldly and whispered to his subordinates: "Let's set off for Taiya and let those fools kill the magician, in a few days, half of the Turlu Kingdom will know what the magician's wrath is!"

A moment later, a total of more than 500 people from the mercenary group directly under the Northern Mercenary Branch escorted a large number of jungle specialties out of the town. There were only six receptionists left in the guild who shouted: "No need to squeeze, you don't need to receive this mission, just use the magician's head and staff to hand in the task!"

......

Durban's emaciated figure was concealed within Lisso's swordsman's suit. A slightly exaggerated two-handed greatsword was held in his hand. The kettle, sleeping bag, tent, and a little dry food were carried haphazardly behind him. He was the first mercenary to enter the jungle after the mission was issued. For the first ten miles, Katobara was no different from the 90,000 mountains to the west, and some slaves who were cutting trees were working hard, and even met a dozen children who were chopping wood together.

With a gloomy face, Durban walked fast, struggling through the weeds and dead branches. The children saw him, stopped on the side of the road, and collectively sang the song "The Town is Quiet in the Morning Star" to wish the adventurer a safe return.

I parted with her that day,

Walked into the reckless Katobara,

The clever birds are singing,

Singing about my glory and dreams......

According to the tradition of the mercenaries, in order to have a good mouthpiece, the children should be given a reward of a few coppers. But this Durban turned a deaf ear and went faster. To be precise, he was targeted, and dozens of meters behind him, a tall swordsman also hurriedly followed. Durban did not dare to turn back, and immediately broke away from the looming forest path, slashing the branches and leaves that stood in the way with his great sword.

"Friend, you go slowly!" Ten minutes later, the guy gasped for breath and finally spoke.

Durban turned around slowly, and a breeze blew, and there was no birdsong in all directions, only the seeping "rustle" sound.

The guy stopped ten paces away, his expression a little nervous.

Durban stared at him like a cobra, seemingly ready to rush at any moment with his broadsword in hand. The guy smiled at first, and it was ugly than crying. Then he asked weakly: "Friend, can you form a team?" I heard the old man say that the magician is very powerful, and the two of them have a better chance. ”

"Not interested!" Durban replied coldly, "Please don't follow me!"

The guy was bored and smirked, "Hehe, friend, don't refuse so quickly." I know the exact location of the Paradise of the Brave, so you're interested. Unless you're a magician!"

Durban gently threw the long sword to the ground and let out a long breath: "Arugunda!" With his right hand, he pointed at the swordsman opposite, and in an instant, the huge fire snake pounced on that guy.

The guy's surprised face flashed, and he shouted, "Vacuum obstacle!"

After a bang. The guy came out of the fire and hugged Durban fiercely.

"Bastard, you're scared me to death!" Durban punched him in the lower abdomen.

The guy raised his machete and shouted, "Swordsman Gelson, I want to team up with you, is that okay?"

"Very honored!" the two men clasped their hands tightly.

Before the two of them could separate their hands, two dozen mercenaries sprang out from behind! Gelson cleverly shouted, "We just found a magician, and he ran ahead!"

The swordsmen looked at them like idiots.

One of them instantly launched the "Rainstorm Technique" to extinguish all the embers.

The leading mercenary didn't introduce himself, but said, "Little mage, run! There is a large group of mercenaries chasing after you, this time it's true!"

Durban and Gelson looked at each other and said in unison, "We are really swordsmen!"

More than two dozen people gave them the middle finger in unison. Durban picked up his greatsword and followed the group with Gelson towards the north.

A discordant voice came: "It's so heavy, Mr. Hook, swordsman, can you take the sword for me? Huh? What about your sword? As a great and glorious swordsman, the sword is our life!"

"What the hell do you mean? I'm sorry, I just accidentally cut my finger and threw it away in a fit ......of rage."