Ferrara's team is a terrible team.

Sixteen warriors, one barbarian, one wanderer.

Most of the whole regiment is the so-called "battle dick".

What is Warrior?

Wearing heavy armor and using shields against local spears were warriors.

Wearing light leather armor and using a longbow and a short sword, it was a warrior who was responsible for shooting arrows in the back.

The dwarf who is armed with a double axe, rushes back and forth among the beasts, and shouts the name of his ancestors, is a warrior.

Playing with a pair of swords and daggers, dancing in the crowd of enemies, like an elf swimming in the tide, he is a warrior.

Warriors are skilled in the use of darts and hooks in the arena, and warriors are the ones who capture prey in the field with javelins and nets.

It is the most popular and lowly profession in the entire kingdom.

According to Candlekeep's authoritative data, in the north of the realm, perhaps two-thirds of adventurers are warriors.

There are so many warriors that these adventurers are described as living animals in a way that doesn't sound good.

True, there are not without the best among the fighters.

The most prominent of recent times, the former Cormier King Ahsan IV, who died with the primeval red dragon in the Goblin Wars, was a legendary warrior.

Elite knights who defend their homeland, noble lords who fight in the north and south, royal guards, and city guardians are warriors, but they occupy a very small proportion.

Most of the warriors were village guards, ordinary poor adventurers, bandits, bandits, mercenaries, travelers, traders, hunters, yeoman farmers or tenant farmers, craftsmen, and craftsmen.

It's a very cheap job.

It's not easy for spellcasters like Aaron and Eleanor to take on a mission in the Adventurers' Guild, and any adventure team will welcome them with open arms unless there is really no shortage of people.

And the warriors? Wait! There are 810 people in line in front of you.

So why are warriors so cheap?

Because the functionality of the warrior is too single.

"Apprentice Mage: Disguise, Protection, Damage, Path, Decryption.

Apprentice Warrior: Slash people.

Elite Mage: Master more spells to solve all kinds of problems in your travel adventures, and start to have hard-controlled, powerful AOE magic, and fireball magic is simple and brutal.

Elite Warrior: Slash people with force.

Master Mage: Magic can cover almost all adventures, including resurrecting the dead, summoning high-level creatures to help, and providing support from a distance, creating a space to rest and dodge out of thin air.

Master Warrior: Slash people more ferociously.

Legendary Mage: Move mountains and reclaim the sea, build an empire, create a plane of your own, and dominate the world.

Legendary Warrior: Super invincible, powerful, domineering, and unrivaled in slashing people. ”

———— kingdom jokes

Of course, this joke is more extreme, although the warrior is relatively simple in function, it is not so stupid, here is just a metaphor, describing how little a warrior can do in an adventure.

Moreover, warriors are still one of the very few professions that have no way to extend their life through professional abilities.

Legendary mages, warlocks, and druids can live for a long, long time.

Legendary Paladins, Warrior Monks, Priests, Warlocks, Bards, and Legends also have many ways to extend their lives.

Legendary Barbarian Ranger can all extend their lifespan by stepping into the primordial path and merging the power of the wilderness.

Only the Legendary Warriors are more miserable than the Wanderers, and without the help of external forces, they basically cannot live beyond the limit of human lifespan - 120 years old, and most Legendary Warriors reach the end of their lives at the age of 100.

This is really a profession that eats the rice of youth.

Because of this, Aaron plans to ask for advice.

Ferrara, an elite-level warrior, must have his own unique understanding of being able to survive as a mercenary until now.

It never hurts to learn more.

In this way, at noon, after walking for three hours, the group found a place to rest on the side of the road, and Montero beckoned the mercenaries to gather around, and they took out the food they had bought from the Karan Hotel with some residual warmth, and watched Ferrara and Aaron's explanation.

The two men each held a sword, with the difference that Aaron's hand was empty, while Ferrara's other held a shield.

"In battle, Lord Viscount, keep an eye on your weak side, the side without a shield."

Ferrara stood still and demonstrated to Aaron: "Generally we think that the side holding the weapon is the strong side, the side holding the shield is the weak side, the strong side is often the side of the main attack and the side of concentration, so the weak side is often the side that is easy to break through. ”

"Hmm." Aaron recalled his father's guidance with the Purple Dragon Knights, and followed Ferrara's movements: "Mr. Ferrara, I can't hold a shield in this hand, I need to cast spells." ”

"Then Lord Viscount can use the weak side as a trap to lure the other party to attack." Ferrara waved the sword in his hand and walked with a standard warrior step: "Lord Viscount, you look like a purple dragon knight on the outside, then most enemies will subconsciously regard you as a melee combatant, and you can often be taken by surprise. ”

"The children of the nobility who do not use shields and like to hold one-handed swords are ready-made fat in the eyes of adventurers."

"In combat, it's not a good idea to block, dodge is, and when you're forced to block, you have to leave plenty of room and strength in your arms and wrists."

"Be cautious with your shields."

"Unless you are sure of it, you should never use ten points of force to make a sword, one is that once it is dodged, it will reveal a huge flaw, and the other is that as an apprentice-level or second-order professional, if you use all your strength once or twice, your body will be easy to get tired."

Ferrara, as a veteran warrior, teaches Aaron the techniques he learned during his adventures.

"Don't stick to weapons in battle, many times, our shoulders, our legs, our fists and even our brains and teeth are also powerful weapons, fighting is to win in order to live, not to be gorgeous, at least not for us mercenaries."

Ferrara demonstrates two movements using a shoulder dash and a leg lift.

Aaron nodded, like a sponge, desperately soaking up knowledge.

In battle, every part of the body is a weapon.

"When fighting, you must pay attention to the opponent's movements, whether it is piercing, slashing or heavy blows, the opponent's body must have a front-facing action, at this time, you must pay attention to what the opponent wants to do, and judge the opponent's fighting spirit." Ferrara saw that Aaron was learning very quickly, and a smile appeared on her face.

I can even instruct the Viscount! In the future, there will be something to say in the lobby of the tavern~

"Fighting spirit?" Aaron frowned, he was a little ignorant: "What do you mean, sir, the other party's determination to fight?" ”

"I once fought for more than three hours with a guy like me in a manor fight, and after the fight, I received a large bounty from a noble grandfather, and I didn't even have to go to the blacksmith to repair my weapons and shields." Ferrara said complacently: "It's a pity that this kind of good work is not often done. ”

"Understood." Aaron said he understood.

"If the other party is very fierce, you also have to be very energetic, if the other party is more perfunctory, you don't have to use ten cost collars, many times everyone is a mercenary who licks blood with a knife, taking money to do things, there is no need to take your life, there may be a little misunderstanding between each other." Ferrara continued, "It depends on what your mission is, or what you want to get, Lord Viscount. ”

Almost, don't you mean? Aaron seemed to realize: "Understood, please continue." ”

"Sometimes, when we face some attacks that we can't dodge, then we have to try to protect our torso." Ferrara continued: "Don't worry, in terms of the Viscount's armor, as long as it is not an extraordinary weapon, at most it will leave a hole in the armor and bleed a little. ”

"What if it's a transcendent weapon?" Aaron asked with interest.

"That's an area I don't understand, and the Viscount may need to ask someone else." Ferrara shook her head.

After a rehearsal between the two sides and sitting down, Ferrara took the butter bread that Aaron handed him, and went on to tell him about his adventure.

"Fighting is only a small part of the adventure, Lord Viscount, what is the purpose of adventure for us mercenaries? Taking risks is to make a living, taking risks is to make money, and then you can think about improving your strength. ”

"On this basis, many times not only do we not want to fight, but we do everything possible to avoid fighting."

"Even if it is a battle, we will do everything we can to make the fight unfair, inserting eyes, kicking the crotch, insulting, spitting, as long as it can cause trouble to the other side and reduce the opponent's combat effectiveness, it is a success."

"In addition, scattering ashes, traps, poisoning, and falling rocks, as long as it can solve the problem, there is nothing that cannot be done, if you don't do it, others do it, you are tantamount to putting your life in the hands of others."

Ferrara pointed at himself mockingly: "After all, doing this is a desperate job, I have deceived someone more than once that there is something behind him and then killed him with a sword, and more than once I promised to regret it afterwards." ”

"Mercenaries are destined to go to hell."

"In the past few years, I have mastered some channels, and in the past few years, I have also encountered a situation where there is no income for a long time, and at that time, it is inevitable to move some ideas, we generally divide the goals into several types, and choose those that are easier to start." Ferrara was a little embarrassed when he said this, and he scratched his messy hair: "It's all about being alive. ”

"Loyalty is only because the price of betrayal is not enough." Aaron understood, and said meaningfully, "As for Miss Eleanor and I, we must not be completely sure, and the aftermath is particularly troublesome, right?" ”

"Well, people like you have always been the most troublesome kind." Ferrara nodded awkwardly.

A local nobleman, who has the task of the kingdom, a bloodline warlock, who can cast spells, a temple priest, and a god who is not bad in strength.

Even if he could get things done, Ferrara didn't know how to deal with the aftermath.

He didn't know what was going on, and in the face of Aaron's sky-blue eyes that looked like the sky and there was no end in sight, he couldn't help but blurt out all the words in his stomach.

"Self-deprecation, grace, rules, elegance, my Viscount, these are the privileges of the strong, we are mercenaries, all we have to do is complete the task, run the goods, get that damn money, that's all, the compassion and kindness in the adventure, are all things that we don't need, those are too luxurious, so extravagant that we never want to have them."

"We usually follow the rules because it is good for us, but in some special cases, we can also tear up all contracts, break all taboos, try all evils, and also because it can be good for us in difficult situations, it's as simple as that."

"In that case, I understand, normal mercenary thinking."

Aaron got up after a glass of ale, and he stood at the edge of the line, looking at the bright spring light and the nearby villages, and sighed.

The complexity of humanity is on full display in the adventurers.

"You shouldn't hang out with them for too long." Seeing that Aaron was in a bad mood, Eleanor couldn't help but walk up to him and whisper, "We are servants of the Silver Virgin, and we should learn to be kind." ”

"It's hard to live." Aaron smiled and said no more.

"No matter how hard it is, you have to live." Miss Reverend said firmly, "Have you forgotten what our Lord expects of you? ”

"That's right, even for the sake of the Silver Virgin, I want to live well, well!" Aaron nodded.

The mercenaries are social destabilizing agents and potential criminals, but they are always needed by the nobles.

When a nobleman intends to open up a territory, it may take dozens or hundreds of years of intermittent warfare to clear monsters, establish settlements, explore the surroundings, resist monster counterattacks, build city walls, reclaim farmland, build houses and establish territories, and finally make the surrounding "neighbors" recognize your sovereignty over the land.

For example, the Cormier Kingdom, even if the Elven Empire withdrew and the ownership of the land was clearly transferred to humans, the Cormier Kingdom, which was founded in the 26th year of the opening year of the Valley Calendar, was forced to start its own long history of warfare, with goblins, with lizardmen, with beasts, with dragons, and with pirates.

The war continued until the year of the Sea Prince in the 432nd year of the Vale Calendar, when King Cormir led the nobles who supported him to defeat the pirate king Margras, who had occupied the capital city of Susar, and after 400 years of war, he finally received the recognition of human sovereignty in this territory by almost all the surrounding powers.

400 years of war.

It's too expensive to raise an army on your own, which is a big reason why adventurers and mercenaries can always be active in the realm.

In reflection, around three o'clock in the afternoon, Susar arrived.

The capital of Cormier, perched high on the shores of Lake Dragon, is a jewel in the middle of the kingdom and a testament to Obeszir's 1,000 years of rule over the land, with a tall and imposing wall, behind which are equally towering buildings.

Two giant sculptures stand at the gates of the city.

The first giant sculpture was the famous Purple Dragon Sagro, an ancient dragon that had been the ruler of the Cormier region and was eventually driven out by the Elven Empire after a long war against which the human tribes were united.

It was from that day that the purple dragon became the symbol of Cormier.

Not to worship dragons, but to slay dragons.

The second giant sculpture is the famous Cormier king Dua-Oberszir.

This king is the Cormir king in the year of the Sea Prince in the year of the sea prince in the valley calendar, King Duar spent half his life fighting countless foreign enemies in the kingdom, as a result, the capital Susar was actually betrayed by traitors to the "Minotaur" pirate king Margras, King Duar was forced to hide in a hidden manor in the King's Forest with a few loyalists, he managed to gain the support of a part of the nobles and a mercenary group, and in the same year killed the pirate king Margras to regain the capital of the kingdom and formally establish human sovereignty over the land.

The 400-year war has finally come to an end.

It is worth mentioning that the name Susar comes from Susala, the wife of the first king of Cormier, Ondas Oberzir, but the queen could not bear the endless war and pioneering, and finally chose to leave.

The group approached the north gate, which was crowded with carriages and travelers entering the city, forming a long queue, and the guards were scrambling to check the packages and vehicles of the people entering the city, and of course, the necessary permits.

Due to the large number of people, the attitude of the guards was not very good, but as long as they saw Aaron's burqa armor and the proof he presented, it was enough for the guards to wave their hands and let them go.

Upon entering the city gates, the light was diminishing and the stench was terrible, the crowds, the noise, the beggars and the peddlers had gathered, and the poorly dressed young children had their little hands stretched out to Aaron and Eleanor with wide eyes, their eyes full of longing.

"Why so many people!" Before Aaron could make a gesture with his eyes, Ferrara immediately led the mercenaries forward, and viciously frightened the crowd of people who surrounded him, and asked in confusion with the sad and helpless eyes of Miss Priest.

"There are a lot of refugees from Arabel, all of whom have come to Susar." Aaron said calmly, while he was still comforting Miss Reverend's emotions: "Their homeland has fallen, and Susar is crowded like never before. ”

"Are you going home?" The time has come for the mercenary leader to know the separation.

"No, go to the cemetery first." Aaron shook his head, and he took a small square box from his luggage.

"This bastard...... His soul deserves to rest in peace. ”