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Chapter 432 0431: Mercenary Prestige

"Let's go."

Terra helped Dorossel to leave.

The poor mercenaries didn't have much resources, and the poisons and hidden diseases recurred in their bodies, even the team's healers couldn't help them.

Dorossel finally fell into a coma on the way back to the Red Maple Heights.

When he woke up again, he was already lying in the temporary camp that had been built. The witch doctor with rough fingers tore off the bandage, and wrapped the wound tightly with viscous ointment, surrounded by singing and ritual movements.

The scent of animal oil candles wafted in the air.

The curse and trauma have been repaired, but it will take a little time to get rid of the hunger.

In the temporary camp, Frengundo would only provide simple food, and if he wanted to fill his stomach, he had to exchange it with meritorious badges.

It is an ornament specially made by Red Maple Highlands.

If you kill the hunting fall, you will absorb the corresponding death power, which will be absorbed when you pass through the dome, and it will be counted as the evidence of your killing the hunting fall to get the corresponding meritorious reward.

Dorossel looked at the rewards obtained by desperate efforts, and part of them was taken away as taxes.

He frowned and muttered, choosing between cheap food, and if he wanted to drink more beer, he probably couldn't afford the life-saving potion he needed to go to battle next time.

"The aborigines in the north have all learned badly, and they feel more ruthless than the nobles in the kingdom."

Dorossel complained, but heard someone calling out to him from behind.

"Good brother, where are you? I didn't see you when I went to the witch doctor just now. Come with me..."

Tera's voice is so loud and powerful that it can startle everyone around.

He took Dorossel to a nearby tavern. There were a lot of mounts tethered in the animal pen outside the door, and a few short-legged cows were particularly familiar. They were all mercenaries who had recently returned, or brave men from a few tribes.

Tera waved at the innermost table,
Dorossel recognized that they were the group of people who rescued him on the battlefield.

"Don't be shy, you earned a lot this time, and those who survived should celebrate," Tera coughed and lowered her voice. "They picked up many medals of meritorious service on the corpses, and gathered together a full meal. You're welcome, drink more wine."

The square shield long table was pieced together and was soaked by the spilled wine.

There is grease that can never be wiped clean on it, and minced meat that cannot be pulled out is stuck in the gap.

Dorossel ate in a mess and barely participated in their conversation.

He hadn't completely filled his stomach for a long time. In fact, the low-level mercenaries basically had a miserable life, and everyone didn't mind his embarrassment. On the contrary, there was a tone of regret and emotion in it.

The hunting and payment in the Northeast went extremely smoothly.

The Beishan Alliance has made outstanding achievements and commanded well, and only those with ideas on the battlefield have the right to speak.

The name of Siti Ethani became a hot topic of discussion among the northern tribes.

He didn't seem to mind cooperating with the soldiers in southern Xinjiang. Everyone cooperated with each other and paid a very small price, but created the most brilliant results since the war started in this direction.

The Beishan Union received a heroic and triumphant welcome.

The meritorious deeds mastered by Sidi almost made the quartermaster stare out of his eyes, almost being able to rank on the same echelon as the ancient tribes.

The current rules of Red Maple Heights are very simple. As long as you have the ability, you must never worry about not having enough food or resources.

After the news of Sidi's military exploits spread, Huoser and Frengundo's escort team came that night, and those affiliated small tribes all got brand new armor and weapons, and even mounts transferred from the animal clan .

The Beishan League became famous.

Many tribes assigned to the same battlefield began to send missions, and even directly visited Zhanjing, hoping that everyone could fight side by side and take care of each other when they set off next time.

Whoever can lead you to survive will be the most convincing.

Palotusbi's long-standing law of survival has been infinitely magnified because of the tide of undead.

Everyone just listened to the news about the tribes in the north.

After all, Nanjiang is an outsider, and no one can interfere. Even if he takes the initiative to show his favor, it will not achieve much results. It is better to follow silently around, and walk close to the dome after leaving the dome. It will always be beneficial.

The mercenaries also have their own topics of interest.

While Dorossel was sucking on the noodles with meat sauce, he suddenly heard a discussion about the mercenaries of the aborigines in the north in the seat behind him.

A mixed team shines on the battlefield to the northeast.

They seem to have come from the Ambera Ice Harbor. The leader is a young man wearing a wolf-head mask. He is calm and capable, and he is as bloody as a madman when he does things.

The noodles were chewed in Dorossel's mouth for a long time.

The mercenaries at his table also began to discuss. It turned out that many people had been helped by this team. Everyone obeyed the command regardless of each other. Even strangers who had never met before could find their place in the order.

"What the hell, anyway, if they tell me to raise the shield, I will raise the shield, and if they ask me to charge, I will charge."

"Hey, that's right, it's like this, as long as we stop, there will be bows and arrows and magic behind us. I have been walking in the wasteland for so many years, and I have never fought such a tacit understanding!"

The mercenaries stepped on stools and described the situation at that time.

All kinds of arguments and clues pieced together, gradually outlined a mysterious wolf-headed masked commander.

He was crowned with the fictitious title of fallen knight. According to his performance, it is very likely that he is a certain knight who was exiled by the kingdom, and gradually matched up with the characters who have been circulating for a long time in the southern border countries.

Soul Hunter Brick.

Steel sword solo poem Giovanni.

There are all kinds of guesses, and they are all legendary brave men often mentioned by mercenaries.

The tavern became lively, more soldiers who had retreated from the battlefield entered the room, the crowded tables were pushed together, singing and roaring intertwined.

The mercenaries in the direction of Ambera Ice Harbor also joined the discussion.

When they heard these descriptions, they mentioned the most famous raider frenzy incident before, as well as the matter of the "Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal".

The system established by Ken in the Ambera Ice Port was learned by the major camps and neutral areas, and Stephen of the Dewar tribe directly copied their rules, and then circulated between black markets, gaining more and more influence in the northern border .

The operation mode of mercenary arbitration restrains the chaotic situation of the people in southern Xinjiang, and can also unite to balance the sanctions and targets of the natives in the north.

What happened in Mogol was confirmed not to be a rumor.

That earth-shattering resistance battle instantly became the focus of the topic, and those who witnessed it told the wonderful bits and pieces, and even made the boiling tavern quiet down.

And in this discussion, there was a person whose name gradually overlapped with the mysterious mercenary.

Mr. Ken Maharu.

(End of this chapter)