come to the world

Chapter 548
"Master, please do me a favor and give me something to eat. My daughter hasn't eaten for two days!"

"Brother, my wife is sick, can you sell me some medicine, and I will give you money."

"Go away, you are not allowed to get close to the carriage, or you will lose your head!"

On the official road leading to Tibula, a dozen mercenaries, plus seven or eight strong servants, escorted two luxurious two-horse carts.

There are many common people on the side of the road, dragging their families and carrying packages, chasing the carriage and begging loudly for something.

"Crack!" A whip came and hit an old man.

The old man was wearing very thin clothes. It was already December at this time, and the old man who was only wearing a single shirt was knocked down to the ground with a whoop.

Withdrawing the whip, the mercenary on the horse didn't care, and said cursingly: "They say they won't let you lean forward, but you still dare to squeeze over, are you courting death?"

"How do you beat people, it's wrong to beat people!"

Seeing the old man being beaten, people around responded one after another, shouting slogans loudly.

The mercenary sat on the horse with a sneer on his face, tapped the whip lightly in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "This is the carriage of the nobleman. How dare you scumbags refuse to accept it? If you are not convinced, you can come up and try it, and see if it is you who called the carriage." It's loud, it's my whip that makes the noise."

"What happened?" Hearing the noise outside, a cute and sleepy loli poked her head out from the car curtain.

The mercenaries waved their horsewhips to disperse the crowd, and then said: "Miss, it's a few untouchables who made trouble, and we have already dispersed them."

Hearing the words of the untouchables, the little girl nodded noncommittally and didn't say much.

In the world of the gods, there is a world with distinct levels, and the classes are like the Indian caste system.

In the education of aristocratic families, it is only natural for the untouchables to be punished by the aristocrats, just like adding sugar or salt when drinking soy milk.

"Run, it's not good, there are skeleton soldiers coming!"

Suddenly, there was chaos in the crowd, and many people were shouting.

The mercenaries on horseback pulled out their weapons one after another and roared angrily, "There are skeleton soldiers appearing, everyone is ready to fight."

The number of skeleton soldiers that made the crowd panicked was actually not that many, less than one-tenth of the number here.

But it was these five or six skeleton soldiers who made six or seventy people cry and shout, running faster than rabbits one by one, let alone resisting.

"There are no casters, just ordinary skeletons. Kill them." The two mercenaries rushed up on horseback, wielding spears and giant swords, chopping melons and vegetables, and beat five or six skeleton soldiers in a short while. Broken to the ground.

The crowd who were about to flee in all directions saw that the skeleton soldiers were being murdered, and each of them still had a look of disbelief, and said in surprise: "The second idiot next door to my house has the strength to strangle a cow, but facing these skeleton soldiers, He was hacked to death with two knives, aren't these skeleton soldiers that weak?"

"It's not that the skeleton soldiers are weak, but that these mercenaries are too strong. They must be professionals."

The fleeing civilians talked a lot, and many people were frightened.

Professionals, that is a legendary figure, only noble lords can use them.

Putting it in rural villages and towns, it is difficult for a village to have a professional, at least he can be a sheriff. It is too easy for the common people.

Looking at the reactions of these people, the mercenaries' faces were full of sneers.

Most of these civilians who went north came from small villages in the countryside, which is exactly what the saying goes.

Take these skeleton soldiers as an example, divided by attributes, the attributes of ordinary skeleton soldiers are about 2 points.

Ordinary people don't have the awakened career board, and their own attributes are only a little bit. Of course, they are helpless in the face of skeleton soldiers. Only six or seven veterans have the power to fight.

But professionals are different. Ordinary first-level fighters have more than two career bonus points, and their own attributes are at least 1 points or more.

Because of the double attribute gap, ordinary people have no power to fight back against skeleton soldiers, and these skeleton soldiers are also powerless to fight back against the weakest professionals.

Not to mention, these mercenaries are all experts, and they are strong men who have been eating this bowl of food for a long time.

As long as you don't meet the high-level soldiers of the undead tribe, these skeleton soldiers will come in hundreds, and it is not enough for a dozen of them to kill them. This is the gap between professionals and ordinary people.

"Mr. Galileo, what level of professional are you? How do you compare with my brother?" Little Loli asked while looking at a knight who returned bravely with a skull on his spear.

The smile on Galileo's face quickly turned into humility, and he replied honestly: "Miss Anne, I am a level 6 fighter, not to mention being compared with Lord Gart, even Miss Nightingale is stronger than me."

"Sister Nightingale, is that really the case?" The little girl sitting in the carriage was Wu Ming's younger sister Annie.

She turned her head slightly, and shouted to Nightingale, who was driving a carriage in a cloak, with doubts on her face.

"I'm a level 7 professional." Nightingale answered very simply, and then glanced at Galileo.

Along the way, Galileo has gotten close to her quite a bit. From Nightingale's experience, he certainly knew what the other party was thinking.

Nightingale herself was also very troubled. Although she was not from a good family, she was a second-level professional after all.

In all fairness, she despises Galileo who is weaker than herself, but her situation is more complicated, it is difficult to find a satisfactory husband, and it would be a lie to say that she is not entangled.

"What about Uncle Clown?" After asking Nightingale, Annie asked the clown again.

Nightingale didn't have any thoughts about clowns, so she said normally, "The clown is a level 8 professional, better than me."

"Then what about my brother?" The conversation changed, and Annie turned the topic to Wu Ming.

This time, Nightingale couldn't answer, so she could only say vaguely, "My lord is powerful enough to be comparable to a hero. It's not something we can look up to."

To recruit the clowns, Wu Ming pretended to be North, because at that time his strength was not enough to suppress the North alliance.

Times have changed, and in Wu Ming's current vision, the North Alliance is already dispensable, and it's okay to help him, but it's really not important.

During this period of time, Nightingale also discussed with the clown whether Wu Ming was North or not.

From the perspective of time, Wu Ming is only 17 years old this year, so it cannot be North.

But on the other hand, Wu Ming has North's contact ring and North's character mask, so it's impossible not to.

After thinking about it, Nightingale and the other two automatically forgot about this mind-wrenching question.

After all, Wu Ming has already shown that the strength and prospects of the hero level, whether he is or not is not important, what is important is that the leader of the North Alliance is a hero level.

As the saying goes, the train runs fast, thanks to the headband.

It doesn't matter who Wu Ming is after he becomes powerful. As long as he says he is North, everyone will only applaud and not object.These days, whoever has milk is a mother, and people who were born in the dark world understand better what it means for a leader to be powerful.In the face of hero-level strength, even if Wu Ming said that he was a rogue rabbit, everyone would recognize him by pinching their noses. Who makes it easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree.

"Wow, my brother is actually so powerful, Tibbers, you have to work harder in the future!" With one leg upside down, Annie lifted Tibbers up with great effort, and shook it vigorously twice.

Poor little bear Tibbers was caught out of the bed, and after a while of shaking, he suddenly woke up.

Looking at Anne with resentful eyes, Tibbers only felt that Xiong Sheng was very dim, and his master's requirements were getting higher and higher.

"Be careful, the skeleton soldiers are coming again, this time it's a large force!"

"There are a lot of skeleton soldiers. It looks like there are four or five hundred soldiers. There won't be any high-level soldiers, right?"

"It's hard to say, the skeleton soldiers we killed before are probably the spies of this skeleton army, everyone be careful."

Just as Annie was playing with Tibbers, the mercenaries outside shouted again.

In the next second, as if in affirmation, there was a "whoosh" sound, and a black magic ball fell from the sky.

A mercenary in the front was hit straight by the magic ball, as if hit by a bone-melting palm, and two breaths turned into a pool of blood.

There was fishy and smelly blood, bubbling and bubbling, and the noisy mercenaries suddenly became silent as if their throats had been choked.

"It's a necromancer, the shield warrior raised his shield, and the thieves will find out the spellcaster!" Experienced veteran mercenaries will not be as at a loss as novices.

Soon, four warriors carrying large shields stood in front of the team, and even thieves entered stealth and slowly moved towards the skeleton army.

"Archer, aim at the necromancer, he is in the sixth row, the eighth position!"

Even the Necromancer didn't notice the thief who was blessed with stealth, and his location was quickly found out.

However, when the thief sent out the signal, his location was revealed.

The spellcaster in the skeleton corps quickly raised the skeleton staff and pointed at the thief's position: "Death and decay!"

Ripples like water ripples, centered on the necromancer, rushed towards the thief quickly.

This kind of spell has no effect on undead creatures, and the thieves hidden in it are only washed by this ripple, and three seconds later they turn into mummy.

"Such a powerful spell is definitely a second-rank spellcaster. Archers shoot, suppress him, and don't give him a chance to cast spells." Seeing that it was so easy, two people died on his side, and the bearded mercenary captain was angry. .

As the captain of a mercenary team, the bearded man's professional level is not low, and he is also a second-rank strongman.

However, warriors are different from mages, and ordinary mages are different from undead mages.

As the commander of the corps, the necromancer has always been hidden among the skeletons, surrounded by hundreds of skeletons, and the bearded second-rank professional did not dare to go up to the battle.

1000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters
Five hundred skeleton soldiers, under the command of the necromancer, formed a battle formation similar to the Macedonian phalanx, which seemed not to be trifled with.

This kind of battle formation is very restrained against warrior professionals, because the skeleton soldiers are next to each other, and if they rush in, they will face siege from all directions.

At the same time, the necromancer shrank his body, not showing his face at all, holding the spell in his hand.

It was this kind of attitude of sitting on the sidelines when they could make a move, which made the mercenaries dare not act rashly, for fear of attracting a magical attack in the next second.

"This damn spellcaster shrinks like a tortoise. If only we had mages, the opponent's skeleton battle array is so dense, if a fireball explodes in the middle, at least dozens of skeletons will be affected ?” Seeing the undead army approaching every step of the way, the bearded captain jumped angrily.

Mage is rare, most of the spellcasters have gone to the magic empire, only a few stayed in the army, or became family mages of great nobles.

A hard-working profession like the mercenary group cannot attract Mages to join. The long-range attacks of the mercenary group are all handed over to the archers, and the archers usually do not have large-scale killing skills before the third turn.

"boom!"

Just as the bearded captain finished speaking, a fireball the size of a washbasin flew out with a heat wave.

Feeling the heat in the air, the bearded man was dumbfounded, and subconsciously turned around and asked, "Where is the mage?"

In the luxuriously decorated carriage, Anne in a bear suit was holding Tibbers upside down, looking at him cutely.

(End of this chapter)