rune hunter

Chapter 30 Mercenary Guild

This time the reward for the killing order is very generous, but it also means additional danger.Although it is said that mercenaries are all desperadoes who lick blood on the edge of their knives, it is their nature to be greedy for life and fear of death.Except for some daring Lone Rangers of high-level artists, almost all famous mercenary teams did not act rashly, but used this night to gather teammates and study plans.Did not leave Istaren until early the next morning.

As for the scattered mercenaries, they gathered at the gate of the mercenary guild, looking for familiar friends to form a team.They can't compete with the organized mercenary group for meat, but there is always soup to grab when a few people get together.The mercenary industry in Istaren is thriving, and there are often foreigners here to make a living.There are more than a dozen sandbags hanging on the side of the guild entrance for the new mercenaries to show their strength.According to their strength, newcomers will be divided into first, second and third ranks, which is the origin of what George called "third-level fighters".

Ron squatted on the corner of the street, holding a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth, looking at the sky boredly.He originally had a small team of three, but unfortunately those two idiots lost their lives in the last mission because they were greedy for property.Even he himself was slashed on the back of the shoulder. Although he survived in the end, he couldn't exert any strength in his hands.A mercenary wounded like this was crippled, but he had no other means of earning a living.Fortunately, the rich experience he has accumulated in his mercenary career over the years is still more important to those rookies who have just entered the industry, so he still squats here, hoping to sneak into other people's teams with a fluke mentality.

With a muffled sound of "bang", the hanging sandbags shook violently, and the onlookers who watched the excitement burst into laughter.Ron didn't look up, just hearing the voice he knew that this was another failed challenger.

Sandbags of different weights are hung in order, and whichever sandbag you can hit in the air is considered a fighter of the corresponding level.The vast majority of mercenaries are just uneducated reckless men, and the only thing they can rely on is their strength.As long as he has a skill, who will come back to earn this hard money?
"Let me try again!" The young mercenary who failed the challenge took half a step back, blushing amidst the laughter of the crowd.He spat in his hand, gritted his teeth and roared, and punched the sandbag in front of him.Maybe it was because he was too nervous, he punched in a crooked direction, not only did not blow the sandbag into the air, but he almost staggered himself.

"Go away, Bobby! Go home and eat two years of milk before you come out to play around!" The burly man standing next to the sandbag kicked the young mercenary's ass and kicked him out.

"Listen well, we only need level [-] fighters this time, and old tricksters of level [-] can also make a living, rookies like Bobby who can't pass level [-], get out of here!"

"Get out of the way, let me try!" Another hopeful young man rushed forward.

Bobby limped out of the crowd of onlookers rubbing his ass, came to Ron, and sat down on the ground with his teeth bared.

"How can you be a mercenary with your thin arms and legs? Find a shop as an apprentice as soon as possible." Ron spat out the dog's tail grass in his mouth and grinned.

"Which boss dares to accept my fault." Bobby smiled self-deprecatingly, flipped his hand and took out two dice from his pocket, and twirled them between his fingers.He was originally an apprentice in a shop, but unfortunately he liked to gamble and lost all the goods in the shop by accident.After such a thing happened, naturally no boss would be willing to hire him to do things again.

"You should chop that hand off," Ron groaned.At the beginning, he took Bobby into the business because he felt sorry for him. Mercenary is a profession after all, and he doesn't need to be laughed at if he lives a dignified life.But Bobby doesn't have a lot of flesh all over his body, and he hasn't gained much strength after more than two years of training. It's really not this material.But now he is also crippled, and the two of them are pretty much the same, so don't make fun of the other.

Bobby giggled, came over with a playful smile and whispered: "Uncle, why don't you take me there. The two of us follow behind them, maybe we can get some bargains."

"Getting cheap? They are here to pick up other people's leftovers. You can still get a fart by following them. With your ability, you might pee your pants when you meet a kobold." Ron With a cold snort, he was unmoved.

"Old Ron is right, you kid think military merit is so easy to earn?" A big hand pressed on Bobby's head and rubbed it twice, until the young man let out a scream.

"Brother Wright! Why didn't you go to Hongshiling and stayed in the city?" Bobby raised his head in surprise and shouted.

Unlike them, who are old, weak, sick and disabled, Wright is in his prime of life, and has gained a lot of fame in the mercenary circle as a lone ranger.Every time Estalon issued a killing order, ordinary mercenaries could get at most two or three points of military merit after completing the task, and at most they could only exchange for some scrap.And he insisted on accumulating enough military points to exchange for standard equipment by himself, his strength can be seen.Bobby has always regarded him as his idol, and he can't wait to serve tea and water.

"I just came back." Mentioning Red Stone Ridge, even as brave as Wright couldn't help but turn pale. "I went to check the situation last night, and almost fell there. I'm afraid the mercenary regiments will suffer a lot this time."

"What's going on?" Ron asked, standing up in surprise.These elderly mercenaries have dealt with various humanoid creatures in the surrounding areas of Istaren.Kobolds are shorter than goblins, they can make crude stone weapons by themselves, they are timid and have a bad personality, and they only dare to make trouble when they gather in groups.Although I heard that the number of kobolds gathered in Hongshiling this time is astonishing, it is not a problem at all in the eyes of the regular army.

"Hey! Wright, you haven't left yet? Could it be that you drank too much last night? Let's set off together!" The burly man who was standing beside the sandbags and picking out his hands also saw Wright, and waved and shouted.

"Fuck you! Hurry up and find death!" Wright scolded with a sullen face, "Old Tom and One-Eyed Babri will never come back, and those trash under your hands can be used as farts." !"

The mercenaries gathered at the entrance of the guild suddenly burst into an uproar. The two people Wright said were both well-known lone rangers like him. No matter in terms of qualifications, experience, and strength, they were among the best in the guild. characters.They have no scruples in acting alone, and they rush to the destination as soon as the killing order is issued every time. They not only undertake the task of scouting the road, but also earn a lot of military merit.

Profit and risk always coexist. A mercenary who can become a lone ranger must know the severity and know how to advance and retreat in addition to his strength.They don't have the protection of their teammates, so they have to be more cautious.Every lone ranger will have his own life-saving means at the bottom of the box.

Generally speaking, killing orders will only be issued for missions that the Istaron military considers to be non-threatening but troublesome. The degree of danger of such missions is slightly challenging for mercenaries, but there will be no real threat. danger.Unexpectedly, there were casualties at the beginning this time, and it is still an elite player, how can it not be surprising.

"At least one large tribe of kobolds migrated from the ground and dug through the mine under the Red Stone Ridge. Now the entire Red Stone Ridge Mine has become their camp." Wright said to Ron and Bobby, When he mentioned this matter, his face was always ugly: "The terrain in the mine is too complicated, and the kobolds have abnormally good eyesight at night. We originally just wanted to check the situation first, but we didn't expect to go around in the mine. Lost in the cave. I might not have escaped if someone hadn't attracted the attention of the kobolds."

Wright's words were thrilling, and the mercenaries around gasped and started talking about it.They didn't doubt Wright's words, but if this is the case, the killing order this time may be quite difficult.

"Please step aside, please."

"What are you squeezing, ugly! Stay aside!"

Because they paid attention to the news brought back by Wright, the mercenaries all raised their ears and leaned over. Forty or fifty strong men blocked the intersection.A petite figure in a tattered cloak wanted to pass by, but the mercenary who stood in front of him waved him away impatiently.

"Please make room, I'm going to the mercenary guild." The blocked visitor was not angry, but raised his voice.

"I said you are annoying or not, you can't take a detour!" The mercenary blocking the way turned his head and was about to yell, when he was suddenly slapped on the face by a big hand, and his eyes were full of gold stars.He covered his face and looked back to find the murderer, but saw Wright, the focus of the topic just now, glaring at him.

"Get out!" Wright pushed away the beaten mercenary, turned to face the comer and bent down, with a look of fear on his face, and asked with a smile: "My lord, what do you need when you come to the guild?"

A group of mercenaries looked at Wright's flattery, their mouths were wide enough to swallow goose eggs.In terms of qualifications, Wright is one of the few veterans in the guild. He has a bold personality but is irritable and irritable. He is the kind of tough man who stands upright and sits upright.In these years, except for the old president, I have never seen him so humble to anyone.

Everyone's gazes gathered in an instant, but when they saw the face of the comer, they shuddered involuntarily.It was a young girl wearing a tattered cloak. Although the hood covered her eyes, the exposed lower half of her face was covered with bright red ugly scars. Just looking at it made people feel creepy.

I don't know how much hatred I have had to ruin an originally beautiful face like this.Judging from the experience in the industry, such people are more or less psychologically distorted or even abnormal, and should not be easily provoked.

It's just that I don't know why Wright called him "Master". The news in the mercenary circle is the most well-informed, but no one knows when such a number one person appeared in Istaron.

　One hundred thousand words!Flowers as a souvenir~~~o(∩_∩)o
　　
　
(End of this chapter)