quicksilver blood

Chapter 31 I want to fight ten

Neither Roland nor An Ruosi got out of the carriage.

Generally speaking, the elders in the team or the mercenary leader will negotiate with such things that block the way.

At the beginning of the year, even robbers were of different ranks.If it was a more "professional" robber, most of them knew some famous mercenary groups, so they naturally knew that these people could not be provoked.

Then, based on the strength gap between these robbers and mercenaries, they usually choose to retreat directly or talk nonsense before retreating.If it's the latter, these mercenaries must come back to visit these robbers when they return, and then pay a part of the mission bounty - about one-tenth of it as a laugh.

Like this kind of very experienced robbers, either the leader is strong or there are people behind them, and under normal circumstances they cannot fight.

But if it is the kind of robber who is a part-time civilian husband, the result of the sudden attack will be directly defeated by the mercenaries who are more professional in dealing with the raid.You know, the mercenaries in Farnes World don't just get a certificate to work part-time.

In a sense, the so-called mercenaries are the temple guards of the God of Contract.To become a mercenary, you need to be proficient in at least two weapons, know more than two languages, be able to sneak, detect traps, detect poison, and counter-raid, and know how to negotiate, intimidate, and survive in the wild.

It was a genuine high-level profession, a war-type profession transfer at the same level as the weapons master.When you become a mercenary, you must swear in the name of Favna, the God of Contract, to value the mission more than your own life, and never betray your trust first - therefore, mercenaries are also a profession that is highly respected by civilians, just like other kind-hearted gods. Like the temple guards.

Don't look at An Ruosi as an intern in Macon's team, but in fact it is impossible for a wizard to become a mercenary.Because all wizards don't believe in any gods, including the god of contract.

They respect only the Wall of Aum.

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

Wizards have a special vision. They 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. That's why the wizards of the White Tower have to build a white tower that reaches the sky. .

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

When the remote areas were still like medieval Europe, civil products like telephones and cars began to appear in the White Tower.Half a month before the collapse of the White Tower, the R&D Department of the White Tower even built a prototype of the computer.

It's a pity that all of these were crushed by 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 is only at the level of 40 years ago.The gods warned mortals not to think too much with their irresistible divine power.

It wasn't until the end of the revival of the plague that human magic technology began to slowly revive.

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

Five years ago, the wizards of the White Tower once counted that 2% of the wizards who studied in the White Tower for ten years rebelled, and their defection rate was the highest in the world, more than four times higher than No.

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

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

But remember, this is just an internship.

Once you are really in danger, you must not let the wizard go on top.According to the White Tower, they are only here to learn advanced ideas, and they can be regarded as members of the mercenary regiment, but they must not let their beloved apprentices and the future of mankind stand in the way.

Otherwise, just wait and see.

The same is true for priests and druids. As priests, in this world where the power of theocracy is higher than that of kings, their status is even higher than that of some small rural nobles.No one dared to put these pastors and lords in 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 be escorted by a priest or can be escorted by priests and lords, no matter how unfamiliar their faces are, they cannot be treated lightly with ordinary thoughts.

So Claude swayed down with a cane and smiled, and asked Kluvien to communicate and coordinate with Macon.

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

"This face is... Claude Nocassus, the bishop of the Goddess of War in the diocese of Lensa. Since you are here, we are at ease." The leading man has dark brown curly long hair, his face It is slightly red like Kluvern, and one can see the pure mountain blood of its mountain people at a glance.

"It seems that Claudia Crowley is indeed here."

"Who told you to come?"

The smile on Old Claude's face subsided, and the bishop's aura was slowly released from his old body, making the pupils of the leader on the opposite side shrink.

"Heh... the silver rank. It seems that he has to pay more when he goes back. The head of a silver rank powerhouse should be [-] yuan."

Ignoring Claude's meaning at all, the leader on the opposite side licked the corner of his mouth, showing a sinister smile.

"I'm here, I'm asking you something!"

Sonorous and powerful words erupted from Claude's old body unimaginably, and the angry voice roared like thunder.

At the same time, golden flames that were close to blazing suddenly rose from Claude's body, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a huge fireball, making it impossible to see his face.

The scorching heat wave swept across, and then slowly subsided.Macken and Kluveen took a few steps back from the heat wave at that moment, and their exposed skin was still hot.

The white flame gradually shrank into a human form, and then retracted under the skin.His old skin was shining with a white-gold radiance at this moment, resplendent as a god.

"It seems that I don't want to answer," Old Claude said in a deep voice, and as he spoke, sporadic 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 loudly.

The six left arms wore heavy boxing armor, and the right arm held a huge warhammer. The strong man in an asymmetric half-body plate armor rushed towards Claude with a grin.

"If only the chariots would run over them and turn them into dust like rotting bones!"

An old and loud voice resounded from the crowd, and the flashing golden blade of the sword pierced out from the staff.

But the six people of Nasirke Safin seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and the citrine plate fell from the helmet like dark glasses, completely blocking the entire face, and the dazzling brilliance completely lost its effect.

The circular arc like a wheel flashed through the crowd three times in an instant, but was blocked by the hard fist armor.

Even the dark blue armor can be cut with a single slash. The holy wheel slash is blocked by a bronze-ranked enemy with a seemingly ordinary armor, so there is only one result—the enemy must have prepared special restraint magic metal armor.

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

"Is it mixed with pure gold..."

Macken felt bad, and just wanted to get out and sneak, but was blocked by two people dressed in the same clothes one after the other.

He turned to look at Kluvern, only to find that he was in the same predicament.It was even more excessive, because Kluvien was slightly larger, and he was surrounded by three people.

"Block them well and keep them separated from each other! The others and I will kill the mission target first!"

Seeing that the situation was very good, the leader relentlessly led the remaining six strangely dressed strong men and three sneaky men in black cloaks to the rear compartment.

Suddenly, a golden barrier descended from the sky, enveloping them and their group.

There is no doubt that it was Bishop Claude's handwriting.

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 without a trace.

He suddenly felt very puzzled.

Why did Bishop Claude release a noise-silencing barrier when he was under siege?
Just when he was wondering, he suddenly thought of something, and his face changed drastically.

Immediately turned around, only to find that the heads of the last two men in black robes fell to the ground and disappeared without a trace, and scarlet blood gushed out into the sky like a fountain.Two vines were 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 bigger.

And the sudden enemy was holding a blood-soaked blood-red single-edged sword with 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 that person struggles, he can't shake.

A gust of wind blew away the enemy's hood a little, revealing the delicate face inside.

At this time, in the silent world, time seemed to stand still, and the blood gushing out from the black-robed man whose head had been chopped off fell like rain in the air, contaminating all the living people, and contaminating the tall man. Stepping on the shoulders of his teammates, on the delicate face like a doll.

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

I saw the druid who looked like a murderous puppet holding the chopping sword in his hand, slowly raised it, opened his lips in the silent world, and slowly made mouth shapes full of malice:

I want to hit ten.

Before Serke Safin's people could react, the figure leaped high, pulled the vines suddenly in the air, strangled the black-robed man's throat, and at the same time borrowed strength from him——

——Like a vulture and a lion, he volleys down!
(End of this chapter)