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I was bored at work today, so I went through the comments on the dragon...... Hawkers,To be honest, I'm a little pleased.,These poisonous snakes on the mountain.,The argument is actually only focused on two points.,The first is that there is no main line.,The second is that Elena left the old-fashioned bridge.,In short, there are only two.,And there are a lot of dry food and other expressions in the evaluation.,It's much better than the last book.,I'm quite relieved.。

Just by the way...... In fact, the necromancer Sandru didn't write much better, but even if the online game novel doesn't have a main line, it's still fighting monsters and upgrading and the like, of course, it's not as obvious as the weak plot of the main plot of fantasy.

When the morning sun rises, it sprinkles a magnificent red on the plains of the western frontier of the empire.

After a night of hunting, the nocturnal animals have returned to their nests, and the day-walking creatures have not yet begun to move on a large scale, so it should have been a quiet time for the imperial village of Sasodom in the plains.

It's a pity that this morning, this silence was broken by two groups of people.

One of the men, more than thirty knights, was less than a mile from the village, they rode their horses and trotted around a circle of one or two hundred feet, the longbow in their hands was drawn and aimed at the central target, and the group that was surrounded also had more than thirty people, they had no horses, their weapons were not unsheathed, and they did not even have any interest in fighting, but just coldly glanced at the almost equal number of knights surrounding them.

When the confrontation lasted for some time, one of the knights on the periphery rode back quietly, met the other thirty or so cavalrymen who had arrived from the direction of the village, and then asked one of the knights in the center of the revolution: "Commander, we have come across a group of stabbing ideas, which do not look like mercenaries, but they do not look like the team of some noble lord. Is someone looking for our stubble?"

The man, who was called the head of the regiment, was a rather tall and strong man, riding on a horse more than a foot taller than his companions, and his shoulders were three or four heads wide, and although his head and thick beard were a little gray, and he looked a little older, he wore only an old cuirass, without a shirt underneath, and his muscles were exposed, as if he were showing off and demonstrating. He squinted. His eyes fell on the man who was approaching the crowd surrounded by cavalry.

A warrior.

He looked ordinary, tall and had several vertical and horizontal scars on his face, which did not turn over to look terrible...... But as long as you are truly battle-hardened. Naturally, you will understand the momentum of this man - what those bards describe as "warriors", what "spirit", "concentration" or "bloody and terrible murderous aura" are almost all nonsense. The guy who really came out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain. It's often quite simple. They may not look amazing, or even be strong, but they must have a different way of looking at all things.

Like the person in front of him, his gaze was constantly wandering, lingering on every cunzi that might really cause him trouble, and his seemingly casual stance contained both relaxation and tension. Even when his opponent had lifted his guard, he did not let his guard down. In the final analysis, the battlefield is a hell made of dead people, and those so-called "heroes" in front of the world are just mortals who have survived the catastrophe. It doesn't match the bard's boast of a brave man who kills a thousand people.

And now, the experience of the strong man told him that this man, and those behind him, were real warriors, and there was another kind of existence that was different from ordinary people.

Their bizarre, metallic dakes, and their belts, the ones that were slightly longer than their daggers. It is enough to explain the way they are accustomed to fighting, so it is not surprising that even though they were surrounded and pointed at twenty or thirty bows and arrows, they could not see any nervousness on their faces, and the occasional flash of their gaze carried a condescending pity.

The strong man's cheeks twitched, he knew that such a person was dangerous, even more dangerous than the knights of the Empire.

"Welcome welcome and welcome to Sassodoma. ”

As the horse approached, the strong man leaped forward, jumped off his horse, and stood firmly on the ground. This action is enough to prove that his huge body is not some sluggish waste, and his back is very soft and flexible, and the power that such a person can swing when fighting hand-to-hand is very amazing, and can teach anyone who dares to despise him a profound lesson.

Of course, the group of people who are surrounded in front of them is likely to be an exception.

"Hey, boys, take it easy, put your bows and arrows down!" he shouted.

His patrol knights lowered their bows and arrows, but they didn't put them away completely, and there seemed to be a faint fear in their hearts in the face of the group in front of them. Even as mercenaries, they have already killed people...... But this experience still did not bring them the slightest sense of security at this moment.

The strong man walked up to the man who came out, raised his free hands, signaled that there was no hostility, and then spoke. "Young man, my name is Joka. You can call me Black Joka! I love people calling me that, and, don't worry, these guys are just a little nervous, but they're good guys. ”

"Well, to be honest, it's not been a problem for you to see people coming to this deserted place lately, of course. So now, what can I do to help you?" the brawny man who called himself Joka laughed, as if he were looking at an old friend for many years.

But the other party didn't seem interested in greeting him at all. "Are you the undead Joka, the mercenary king who has gone through a hundred battles and survived every time?"

Joka's eyebrows furrowed.

Joka the Undead, he didn't like the nickname so much—not because it wasn't something a human should have, reminiscent of the undead who disrupted the eternal order of life and death in the world...... It's that the rest of his life is not something to be honored, just like some guys who are hostile to him, and always contemptuously call him a teammate to death.

"Maybe, you may not know, most of the mercenaries have several names among themselves, but most of them are not good names. Shrugging his shoulders, the old mercenary said, "We just want to eat." But the rarer the name, the easier it is to get a job, in fact, some of them just sound scary, and I've heard someone call it the Blade of Perdition, but that guy is just a cripple with one hand and one foot missing...... Either way, welcome to Sasodom, which is not a wealthy place, but at least allows travelers to take a break, with food, water, and a few quiet rooms. ”

"You can call me Carlos, and I'll just say it. I've heard that you have two hundred brothers under your command, and it's the largest mercenary group in the western part of the empire?"

"I have a lot of brothers, but there are some differences in ability. So if you're looking to hire, it's a good idea to have a rough description of what you're going to do. Joka's eyes lit up. With experience. He now guessed that the man in front of him was not the leader of this team. Because when he spoke, no one paid special attention to him.

"No, I'm going to hire all of your men. ”

"Where are you going to fight?" Jokka shook his head.

Although the work of mercenaries is varied, in fact, it is very simple, it is nothing more than fighting and killing, and generally speaking, the most manpower is required. Most of them are escorts, protecting such big road missions, and those that capture and kill monsters. Or exploring the ruins of the secret land, or even murder and robbery, it usually doesn't require too many people, but the ability that the gang in front of them has is obviously impossible to use to do such a thing as escort - if there is such a group of people to escort, then the two hundred people under his Juka can only do chores, and even add to the chaos,

So the only possibility is that these guys are going to fight - raiding a certain territory, attacking a certain noble, making a cameo appearance as a bandit or something.

"Can you fight?"

"We are mercenaries, and as long as you can afford to pay a sufficient price, there are indeed many of us who dare to do anything. Jocka smiled: "If you have any requirements, you might as well put it forward and take a look, as long as the price is right, even if you want us to fight Pompeii, we are not impossible." ”

Of course, this is just an exaggeration, Pompeii is the main city of the county in the vicinity, more than forty miles away from here, although the lord of the Count of Asan is only a third-class title, but this city also has nearly 30,000 residents, more than 2,000 city guards to guard, plus a city wall with a moat, that is not something that the small mercenary group of Jokka can deal with.

However, it is clear that the employer does not seem to be able to understand Joka's humor.

"So, if you can, tell me how you can take Pompeii?"

This was not said by the mercenary named Carlos - Joka was stunned for a moment before he noticed a short figure standing in the other party's ranks, who looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, still a half-grown child, but his head was a little silvery white in the sun, and he was not wearing armor, and he looked like a little noble kid who was out on a leisurely trip.

"Well...... Are you serious?"

Jokka touched the corner of his forehead, and felt that it seemed to be wet, and for some reason he suddenly felt that his heart was beating much faster than usual, although the half-grown child in his eyes looked quite ordinary except for the head, but from the moment he spoke, the surrounding qiē became solemn.

"Okay, though, that's a bit of a hassle......"

He swallowed, seemed to subconsciously look around, and then involuntarily returned to the man: "However, let me say first, I can only take it, if you want to hold this city, it is impossible to occupy him, and besides, you must pay me at least more than 10,000 gold coins before I can transfer enough men." Besides, we won't attack the city head-on, we can only surprise ......"

"Yes, I don't care what method you use, you do your best to attack this city, after you capture it, I don't care what you do to burn and kill and plunder, I don't care how much oil and water you can get from capturing the city, you just need to attack the city, 10,000 gold coins, right,. It's not a problem, here are 3,000 gold coins, as a deposit, and 10,000 gold coins will be attached after the deed. But you'd better start as soon as possible, and I hope you can do it in two days. If it's over by tonight, I'll give you another two thousand gold. ”

Joka was stunned, and suddenly he couldn't speak.

Yes, what can you say? I am already retired? Zhun Ben lives in this small village on the basis of these harvests and some of the expenses paid by his brothers? Of course it can't be...... The reason why mercenaries are mercenaries is because they can sell their lives for money, and fifteen thousand gold coins...... Goddess Waukin. That would be enough to buy more than 200 of them in the village.

This concludes the dialogue.

"Boss, isn't it, we're really going to attack the city?"

The knights began to gather, and when they returned to the village, the young mercenary couldn't help but complain: "It's only thirteen thousand gold coins, which is too little, the brothers can't rush this errand by themselves, they have to face the Yanxing and the Wind Mercenary Group...... Half of the average score is indispensable, but to rob the city is to be hanged or stand in a cage! We have a good relationship with the Count of Ashan, and Pompeii is a good place to take jobs. If you give ...... there."

"The warehouse of Asan alone is indispensable for five thousand gold coins in cash, and in addition to that, the noble pig has also collected a lot of valuable things, and the two merchants in the city alone are enough for us to disperse after we have eaten enough. Joka replied in a low voice, "Also, since they've spoken out." Do you think that if we choose not to answer after listening to it, they will give up lightly?"

"It's just about 30 people......"

"Thirty or so, I dare say they'll keep us even if it's halved!" Jokka sneered. Interrupted the inexperienced subordinate.

He breathed a sigh of relief - for his own wisdom. Once again, he saved himself and his subordinates.

But he couldn't see it, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a little purple luster.

......

Later in the day, a cavalry team entered Pompeii.

Before that team entered the city, the lord of Pompeii. Count Yashan appeared at the door of the City Lord's Mansion with a group of retainers, put on a welcoming formation, and even took out the long-lost red carpet, flag honor guard and other things. Decorate a section of the street...... And the civilians of the city began to gather on both sides of the main road.

It was not because the inhabitants of such a small frontier town were rare and strange, but that the procession was so ornate, a closed fan-shaped carriage over fifteen feet long, made of the finest pine wood, painted to the purest snow white, and the handles and ornaments were entirely carved in sterling silver, as if delicately carved one by one, polished so clear as if they had not been traveled, and not covered with a trace of dust. The corners are also drawn with silver threads, and the four corners and doors are decorated with ornaments carved by skilled craftsmen. They circled a golden sun, a holy emblem carved from gold and precious stones.

Even the two horses pulling the cart were pure white without a trace of stray hair. They just stood there, as if they were creatures from the heavenly realm, noble and beautiful. The two horses, with their heads held high, like proud aristocrats, came slowly from the end of the street, and the twenty or so knights who surrounded the carriage also had the most splendid appearance, and their harnesses and silver armor were all shrouded in a layer of lustre, decorating them like saints of the heavenly realm.

"Welcome, you light-sowers, it's a great hit to come to this little deserted place...... No, it's fluffy!

The Earl of Ahsan greeted the castle gate courteously and bowed to the priest who had just stepped out of the carriage, as if not thinking at all whether this act was an intrusion into the standard of etiquette between the nobles and the commoners......

Of course, a third-class earl can be regarded as a middle-level nobleman above 10,000 people, but the earl himself knows in his heart that in an empire with a wide territory that occupies half of the big 6, a low-level earl like him grabs a handful, not to mention that his fief is still such a deserted place,

And now, a high-ranking priest from the Temple of Dawn has arrived...... You must know that the Temple of Dawn occupies the main force of the gods in the empire, and the chief priests in some of these regions have the qualifications to sit and talk with His Majesty the King, and a priest who can perform the magic of the six or seven rings is not necessarily worse than a high-level mage, they are all characters standing on the clouds, but it is not something that he, a small third-class earl, can casually despise.

What's more, among the followers of Dawn, there are many dignitaries and dignitaries in the circle of the imperial capital, and it is not impossible for them to show off in the territory after they have taken a good picture of their ass...... Count Asan had actually wanted to take this route for a long time, but in Pompeii, no, there was only one Temple of Dawn in his entire territory, but it was a small poor house being looked after by an old priest, and even if he wanted to contact a higher person, he couldn't make the trip at all, so he didn't think much about it.

But unexpectedly, today, I don't know if it was the whim of the Lord of Dawn, and he actually filmed a chief priest parade to his barren mountains and mountains.

"You are the lord of this city?"

A deep voice aroused the spirit of Count Ashan, and he hurriedly bowed deeply, and then peeked at the face of the priest, but unfortunately he saw only a long burqa hood.

"Recently, some bold evil people have tried to collude with those filthy demons to infect the world, and they have used a large evil magic, so the world has produced a series of strange mutations. The priest spoke: "And the preliminary investigation is that these people seem to be related to the Kingdom of Tumenes, and according to reliable information, there are already some Tumini cultists who have infiltrated the territory of the empire through the war on the border, and my task is to eliminate these cultists, and I also ask Your Excellency the Earl to cooperate as much as possible." ”

"Yes, yes......" the Count hung his head. Nodding desperately,

But at this moment, a man broke his piety in a panic

"Oh no, no, Earl!Yes, bandits, siege!" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!)