Blood of Mercury

Neither Roland nor An Ruosi got off the carriage.

Generally speaking, when encountering such a roadblock, it is the elders or mercenary leaders in the team to negotiate.

In the old days, even robbers were three, six or nine. If it is the kind of more "professional" robbers, most of them know some famous mercenary groups, and they naturally know that these people are not to be offended.

Then, according to the strength gap between these robbers and mercenaries, they usually choose to retreat directly or retreat after a few words of nonsense. If it is the latter, these mercenaries must come back to visit these robbers when they return, and then turn over part of the quest bounty—about one-tenth or so as a joke.

For such a very senior robber, either the leader is powerful or there is someone behind him, and under normal circumstances, they cannot fight.

But if it is the kind of robbers who are part-time workers, the result of a sudden attack is that they are directly killed by mercenaries who are more professional in dealing with the raid. You must know that the mercenaries in the world of Faens are not only part-time jobs after a certificate.

In a sense, the so-called mercenaries are the temple guards of the God of Contract. If you want to become a mercenary, you need to be proficient in at least two weapons, be able to speak more than two languages, be able to sneak, detect traps, detect poisons and counter raids, and know the knowledge of negotiation, intimidation and wild survival.

It was a genuine high-level profession, and it was transferred to a war-related profession of the same level as a weapon master. When you become a mercenary, you must swear in the name of Fafna, the **** of contracts, that you value your mission more than your own life, and never betray your promise first. Therefore, mercenary is also a profession that is very respected by civilians, just like other kind-hearted gods. the same as the Temple Guard.

Don't look at An Ruosi's internship in Macken's team, but in fact it is impossible for a wizard to become a mercenary. Because all wizards do not believe in any gods, including the God of Covenant.

They only respect the Wall of Orm.

The Wall of Orm is the most important barrier in the world of Faens. Its status in the world of Faens is like the atmosphere on the earth. It is used to isolate the astral world and the human world, so that the gods cannot go to the world at will. At the same time, the Wall of Orm is also responsible for coordinating the circulation of energy and matter between the elemental world and the material world.

Wizards have a special field of vision, and can directly see the laws that make up the world from the Wall of Aum, and the closer they are to the Wall of Aum, the clearer they can see, so the wizards of the White Tower have to build a white tower that reaches the sky. .

It is the convenient vision of wizards that allows the wizards of the White Tower to develop rapidly at a speed that is beyond the constraints of the technology tree.

When the remote areas were still like medieval Europe, the Baita had already begun to appear civilian products like telephones and cars. Half a month before the collapse of the White Tower, the research and development department of the White Tower had even built a prototype of the computer.

It's a pity that all this was crushed by the hands of the gods. Almost all the wizards who studied this knowledge died, and most of the creations were destroyed. The remaining knowledge of the White Tower was only at the level of forty years ago. The gods warned mortals not to think too much with their powers that mortals could not resist.

Until the end of the plague revival, human magic technology began to slowly revive.

A few years ago, the White Tower wizards developed weapons of mass destruction that even low-level wizards could use. The research results were abused by some dark wizards, causing them a lot of trouble.

Five years ago, the wizards of the White Tower had calculated that 20% of the wizards who had studied in the White Tower for ten years had defected, and the ratio of defections was the highest in the world, more than four times higher than the second place.

Under this embarrassing situation, the White Tower wizards immediately realized that they must immediately improve the quality of the wizards.

So they began to let some formal-level wizards who graduated from apprenticeships enter various mercenary groups to practice and learn the spirit of the contract.

But you know, this is just an internship.

Once the real danger is encountered, the wizard must not be allowed to top it. According to Baita, they are only here to learn advanced ideas. They can be regarded as members of the mercenary group, but they must not let their beloved apprentices, the future of mankind, block the sword.

Otherwise, just wait and see.

The same is true for priests and druids. As priestly occupations, in this world where theocracy is higher than kingship, their status is even higher than that of some small country nobles. No one dared to let these priests go into danger.

But sometimes this is not necessarily the case.

Unlike wizards who really just treat them as a burden, the prestige and status of priests can sometimes be used as a bargaining chip.

A mercenary team that can ask a priest to help **** or can be entrusted by a priest to escort, no matter how unfamiliar the face looks, it cannot be easily treated with ordinary thoughts.

So Claude leaned on a cane and swayed down with a smile, and asked Kluvien to help communicate and coordinate with Macken.

But when the leaders saw Claude, they suddenly laughed, and the hearts of the three couldn't help but giggle.

"This face is... Claude Nocasas, the district bishop of the Goddess of War in the diocese of Rensa. Since you are here, we can rest assured." Slightly red like Kluveen, you can see the pure mountain blood of its mountain people at a glance.

"Looks like Claudia Crowley is really here."

"Who asked you to come."

The smile on old Claude's face subsided, and the aura of being a bishop was slowly released from his old body, causing the pupil of the leader on the opposite side to shrink.

"Heh... Silver rank. It seems that he will have to pay more when he goes back. The head of a silver rank powerhouse should be 1500 yuan."

Completely ignoring Claude's intentions, the leader opposite licked the corner of his mouth, revealing a sinister smile.

"I'm here, let me ask you something!"

The sonorous and powerful words burst out from Claude's old body unimaginably, and the voice full of anger roared like thunder.

At the same time, a nearly blazing golden flame suddenly rose from Claude, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in a huge fireball, unable to see his face at all.

The scorching heat wave swept through, and then slowly subsided. At that moment, Macon and Kluveen, who were swept away by the heat wave, took a few steps back, and their exposed skin still had some scalding residual heat.

The white flame gradually collapsed into a human shape, and then retracted under the skin. At this moment, his old skin was flashing with white-gold brilliance, as brilliant as a god.

"It seems that I don't want to answer," old Claude said in a deep voice, and as he spoke, white sparks spewed out of his mouth, "Then—"

"Tangle him!"

The leader on the opposite side made a decisive decision, waved his hand, and shouted.

The six left arms were wearing heavy fist armor, while the right arm held a huge war hammer. The strong man wearing asymmetrical half-body plate armor sneered and rushed towards Claude.

"May the chariot run over them and turn them into flying dust like rotten bones!"

An old and loud voice resounded from the crowd, and the blade of the sword flashing with dazzling golden light stabbed out of the cane.

But the six people of Naseksafin seemed to have been prepared long ago. The sapphire crystal plate like sunglasses fell from the helmet with a clang, completely blocking the whole face, and the dazzling brilliance completely lost its effect.

The wheel-like arc flashed through the crowd three times in an instant, but they were all blocked by the hard fist armor.

Even the dark blue armor can be cut off with a single slash. The Holy Wheel Slash is blocked by the bronze-level enemy with seemingly ordinary armor, so there is only one result - the enemy must have prepared special restraint magic. metal protective gear.

For a while, Claude was unable to break through the crowd.

"Is it mixed with pure gold..."

Macken felt bad, and just wanted to sneak away, but was blocked by two similarly dressed people in tandem.

He turned to look at Kluveen, only to find that he was in the same predicament. It was even more exaggerated, because Kluveen was slightly larger, and there were three people surrounding him.

"You block it, and keep them away from each other! The others will go with me first and kill the mission target!"

Seeing that the situation is very good now, the leader took the remaining six strangely dressed strong men and three sneaky men in black cloaks to the back compartment.

Suddenly, a golden barrier descended from the sky, covering them all.

It was undoubtedly the handwriting of Bishop Claude.

what's the situation? What is he going to do? What kind of magic is this?

The leader first looked around nervously, but found nothing unusual, but all the sounds around him disappeared from his ears.

He was immediately puzzled.

Why did Bishop Claude release a silencer when he was besieged?

Just when he was puzzled~www.NovelMTL.com~ he suddenly thought of something and his face changed drastically.

Immediately turning around, he found that the heads of the two black-robed men at the end of the team rolled onto the ground and disappeared without a trace, and scarlet blood spurted frantically into the sky like a spring. Two vines were still tightly wrapped around the other neck, and the other end of the vines was in the sleeve of a slender figure wearing a black robe one size larger.

And the sudden enemy was holding a blood-soaked blood-red single-edged sword in one hand, and was stepping on the shoulders of the black-robed man whose neck was bound by vines with his bare feet. , No matter how hard the person struggled, he couldn't move.

A gust of wind blew, and the enemy's hood was blown away a little, revealing its delicate face.

At this time, in the silent world, time seemed to stand still, and the blood spurting out from the black-robed man whose head was cut off fell like rain in the air, contaminating all the people who were still alive, and contaminating the tall man Stepping on the shoulders of his teammates, on the delicate face like a puppet.

Under the dim sunlight of the sunset plain, the scene like an old photo stagnated here.

I saw the murdering doll-like Druid holding the cutting sword in his hand, slowly raising it, opening his lips in the silent world, and slowly making his mouth with malice:

I want to hit ten.

Before waiting for the reaction of the people in Sekesafin, the figure jumped high, and suddenly gathered the vines in the air, and while cutting the throat of the black-robed man, he borrowed strength from him——

——Like a lion like a lion volleyed down!