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For the high-spirited Curt, the only surprise was that the elf Fretia also followed. She brought a few children who had accepted the faith and were determined to serve the true god Corellon, hoping to travel through guò to sharpen their hearts. Even though Curt tried to stop Freitia from coming to him, the elves were one of the most stubborn races. After a long argument, Fretia convinced Curt with a single sentence.

"I'll resurrect it. ”

This sentence made Curt raise his hand in surrender and decided to take Fretia with him, just in case. It's just that as a level 5 divine art, resurrection has limited utility and is not as magical as it literally is. What it can do is to hold the soul that is about to pass away, and pull the person who has just died back to a dying state. Once the death has been a little longer, or the body is damaged, the resurrection technique will be powerless.

After some arrangement, Curt designated targets for each of the five mercenary groups. Each mercenary group has its own sweeping route to be as efficient as possible. When the mercenary group encounters a tough enemy, Curt will lead his personal force to support him, and with overwhelming strength, he will quickly sweep away the enemy.

Regarding Curt's plan, Thornton, the leader of the Aomine Mercenary Regiment, complained slightly. Because they had the least number of men, Thornton wondered if Curt's support was enough. It wasn't until passing by the molten iron pit that Thornton changed his mind. He saw thirty heavily armed dwarven warriors waiting on the side of the road, and they had made an appointment with Curt to join the battle.

"Spell ghost, we've been waiting for you for a long time. Fighting monsters is such a fun thing that my people want to get involved in. ”

Hoffman grinned, rubbed his beard and laughed. In fact, for them, the safety of trade routes is also of paramount importance. Because there are many merchants who will carry a batch of dwarven products on the way back after transporting their goods into the city of Qianfa. Therefore, the elders of the molten iron pit issued an order to support the operation of the trade routes with all their might.

It's common sense that an elite dwarven warrior can outweigh three mercenaries. The dwarves are well-trained, and the heavy armor on their bodies is invulnerable, and once they form a dense phalanx, they are monolithic. And every adult dwarf is a blacksmith and has a strong physique. Their diminutive stature is also an advantage, and for tall races, the dwarven undercut is a nightmare in hand-to-hand combat.

What's more, there were three dwarven priests on the expedition this time. They carry emblems engraved with hammers and anvils, and are followers of the true god Moradin. Moradin's followers are known for their defensive expertise, and with them, the Dwarven Iron Battleframe will be even more resilient. Even if they are bombarded with spells, the dwarven priests can help their comrades hold on.

After much fanfare for Curt, Hoffman arranged for the mercenaries to camp on the edge of the pit. That night, Hoffman helped Curt deliver some blueprints and advances for firearms to the Dark Elf leader Gasola. At Curt's request, Hoffman also accepted another commission with great complaint. Although Hoffman had a big head, he still sold Curt's face.

The next morning, after breakfast, the mercenaries were summoned to a mound. They lined up for unknown reasons, and then saw four bound mercenaries walking up the mound under the escort of the dwarven warriors. They had long since been disarmed, and their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and they had apparently been severely beaten.

The mercenaries were in an uproar and began to discuss. When several mercenary captains sternly shouted at their men to keep quiet, Curt teleported to the top of the mound. Gordon, Cameron, and Bloom walked up shortly after, and Curt said loudly:

"As you can see, these four mercenaries are criminals. They infiltrated the dwarven pit last night and tried to steal. After being revealed, he also injured a dwarf. This is an unforgivable crime, we are here to sweep up monsters, not to plunder our allies. Therefore I hereby declare that the laws of the Thousand Laws are still in force during the march. ”

"It doesn't make sense. ”

Some people hid in the line and complained, causing a chorus of approval. Curt turned his gaze and said coldly:

"When I'm talking, I'm not allowed to interject. It's an order, don't forget that I paid you to hire you. ”

"It was the Council of a Thousand Laws that hired us. ”

The other man had a smooth interface, with bursts of laughter. Before he could say a second sentence, Cameron quickly bent his bow and shot the arrow. The laughter of the man who was hit immediately turned to screams, and he fell to his knees clutching the leg that had been shot through. Several mercenaries who had befriended the arrow-hit man shouted angrily and drew their weapons. They were stopped by their own commander, and Bloom swung his hammer hard, smashing a fifth of the house-sized mound.

"Whoever rebels against me will be dealt with as treason. Your discipline is so loose that I have to help you gather your bones. ”

In the dust, Curt looked down at the startled mercenaries. He motioned for Bloom to put away his hammer and step back, and then said in a cold tone:

"Don't forget who you are and why you came to the Thousand Laws City. If you have a choice, look for work in the warm south. There, too, the warriors had more status. In fact, you are an outcast, outlaws. I don't mind you burning, killing, and plundering your enemies, and even support you in doing so. But on my friend's territory, if you don't give me face, I'll strip you of your inside. ”

Curt's gaze was as sharp as a knife, and behind him stood a group of fierce and vicious powerhouses. So the mercenaries wisely quieted down, and listened to Curt continue:

"Go, kill all the monsters that stand in the way of trade. I don't mind if you abuse them, plunder them, enslave them. I'm very tolerant in real war, as long as you complete your mission, you can do whatever you like after that. But, keep in mind that don't challenge my bottom line. Otherwise, that's the end. ”

With that, Curt snapped his fingers. Gordon stepped forward and kicked one of the prisoners into the air. Amid the screams of the prisoner, Gordon struck two swords in a lightning bolt. In the cross-shaped sword light, the prisoner flew apart in four parts.

This hand was both bloody and gorgeous, and it shocked the audience. Curt swept his cold gaze over each mercenary, then turned his head and ordered:

"The remaining three sins will not be put to death, cut off their left hand, and drive them back to the city of a thousand laws. ”

"Yes. ”

Gordon bowed deeply to Curt, and then raised his sword without mercy and slashed down. With the sound of flesh and bone, Gordon turned one pleading after another into a wail.

"You're going too far!"

Perridge, the leader of the White Wolf Mercenary Regiment, followed Curt closely, and roared in a low voice. Thornton, the leader of the Qingfeng Mercenary Regiment, also walked over, his face pale. The four mercenaries who were punished belonged to the White Wolf and Aomine mercenary groups, which made it difficult for Perridge and Thornton to explain to their men. Curt stopped suddenly, he turned his head, stared at the two mercenary captains, and said:

"You seem to have forgotten that I'm the commander. And before I go out, I also informed you of the things you need to pay attention to. I wrote those texts one by one, are they worthless in your eyes? Or do you mean that you are illiterate and need me to send someone to read them to you?"

"But, however, your demands are simply unreasonable. ”

Perridge, who knew that he was wrong, blushed and tried hard to refute. So Curt sighed and said in a softened tone:

"There are no rules, the mercenary group is just a group of homeless people who have gathered. Do you really expect to make a career out of those people? Or do you count it as a day? I need a reliable army, for a long time. Do you like to be in the Mercenary Guild all the time? or are you tired of it?, I thought you would appreciate the opportunity to try to build a good relationship with the agents of the Council of the Thousand Laws. ”

"I'm sorry, I see, I'll restrain my men. ”

Curt hinted very explicitly, causing Thornton to react immediately. He suddenly realized his stupidity, and he didn't even realize the simple facts. -- As we all know, Curt's status is rising sharply. But his roots are still shallow, and he lacks the support of his henchmen.

Therefore, Curt persecuted three mercenary groups who were unwilling to accept the mercenary group for multiple reasons. He wants to slap people in the face and make the people who secretly stumble on him lose face. It also wants to force the mercenary group to be unable to think about it, so it can only fall to its side. After a series of arrangements, each mercenary group will be brought under Curt's command. Their interests can be agreed upon and transformed into a situation where each takes what he needs.

For the mercenary group, it is not a good situation to have a long-term client, even a regular salary, and completely reduce the mercenaries to the client. With Curt as a backer, their lives will be much easier, and their status will be improved. The other high-ranking mages will no longer be able to dictate to the mercenary leaders, and they will have to sell Curt's face.

In an instant, with Thornton and Perridge's intelligence, they could probably understand a small half of what Curt meant. Coupled with the slippery oil they had cultivated over the years, the two mercenary group leaders vaguely found their way. Curt didn't say anything more, just dropped a small bag of gold coins as compensation for the dead and disabled mercenaries. There was no need for him to do this, Curt was just trying to make the two mercenary captains more swaying, so he showed extra kindness.

As Thornton and Perridge walked back and whispered along with the other mercenary captains, Curt took a deep breath. He turned to Fretia, the elf who was walking with a stiff face, and said directly:

"Get out. ”

"You ......"

Fretia was so angry that she didn't know how to react. Curt looked at her and said calmly:

"This is the battlefield, don't come to me to play at home. If cutting off the head is more effective than whipping, I will cut off all the heads that should be cut off. This is a human practice, and I don't need the approval of the elves. If you don't like it, you can retreat back into the temple and pray to God. ”