Lord: I have a Mount & Blade panel.

After experiencing the otherworldly treehouse bar, Richard and Sid prepared to head home.

However, before going back, he thought he should bring Sylvie a gift, so he wandered around for a while but didn't manage to buy one.

After walking for a while, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate, so I walked into a dark alley.

……

When Bazel, the leader of the Bald Eagle mercenary group, learned that Prince Richard had left the Rommel family's castle with only one attendant and arrived in Baiya City, he did not hesitate to prepare to leave the inn with his dozen or so brothers.

Just then, a quarrel broke out in a nearby room, and a Behemoth was chased out of it.

Bazel glanced at it, slightly surprised. What a strong Behemoth barbarian!

He himself was nearly 1.9 meters tall and a burly man weighing 250 pounds, but compared to the Wolf werewolf opposite him, he looked like he was underdeveloped.

"What are you looking at?" A fluent Common tongue came from the Wolf werewolf's mouth: "If you have nothing to say, get the hell out of here!"

The mercenaries, who had been living on the edge of death, were immediately enraged. Their numerical advantage made them draw their swords.

"It's not worth getting into a conflict with a Behemoth barbarian. Let's finish the mission first." Bazel's eyes turned cold, but he still stopped the mercenaries from acting.

So the group of mercenaries left the inn in a hurry with cold faces.

"Coward!" Wolf the werewolf spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, then left the inn with a gloomy expression, wandering aimlessly.

Before long, Bazel spotted Prince Richard and his guards entering a tavern.

Even with a numerical advantage, Bazel and his men still planned a surprise attack after discussing it.

Having received a hefty commission this time, they were naturally prepared to go all out.

If Bai Ya hadn't been so strict with his investigation, he would have even called in the hundreds of brothers from outside the city.

The reward for this mission is so high that once the mission is completed, the remaining payment could even be enough for him to buy a manor and become a nobleman, or to continue down this path and expand the mercenary group into a medium-sized mercenary group of thousands of people.

However, the risks are also extremely high; if they fail, they will all perish here.

Prince Anduin would never tolerate thugs attempting to murder a prince on his own territory.

Therefore, the sooner the battle is over, the better. Ideally, the prince's head should be severed in a deserted, dark street, and then the city should be immediately evacuated from Baiya.

Once they leave the city, even the Golden Leaf Knights won't be able to capture them.

Just as Bazel was thinking this, the prince finally came out of the tavern, followed by Behemoth, whom he had never seen before.

This Behemoth was even more imposing than the werewolf in front of it.

However, individual strength is completely irrelevant in group battles!

Even ogres, known for their strength, have slaughtered humans in the wild forests before.

What made Bazell even happier was that the other party actually walked into an empty alley.

"This assignment was absolutely the right one!"

The mercenaries chose an excellent ambush position; they could easily spot the prince and his guards by simply peeking over the wall.

Bazel was fully confident that he could finish the fight in a few breaths, then cut off his opponent's head and escape from Baiya.

Praise be to Bai Ya for not closing the city gates at night, praise be to this prince for being so considerate, praise be to the goddess!

So when the enemy entered the encirclement, Bazel waved his hand, and three soldiers with crossbows stood up from the wall, raised their hands and fired without even looking down.

They were the most experienced crossbowmen in the mercenary group, capable of blowing someone's head off with a single arrow even from thirty paces away, let alone the people below who were only twenty paces away from them.

The remaining mercenaries leaped out of the darkness and blocked the alleyway entrance.

West Germany was not only a qualified soldier, but also a qualified guard. Vigilance was a quality he had to maintain at all times, so he would unconsciously divert his attention to observe his surroundings at all times.

So when he saw people suddenly emerge from the surrounding walls and shoot crossbows at Prince Richard in front of him, Sid roared and drew his sword with a "whoosh".

A flash of cold light appeared in mid-air, followed by a crisp metallic clang; the West German saber had already been sheathed.

Only the broken arrow shafts remained, falling to the ground.

"What superb swordsmanship!" Richard clapped.

Before the mercenaries could react, a spearhead had already pierced the night sky and sped away, pinning a crossbowman on the wall to it. The malicious spearhead pierced his chest, and large gushes of blood meandered down the rough stone wall.

The remaining two crossbowmen were terrified. In their panic, they couldn't even hold their crossbows steady. One arrow they hastily fired flew into the sky, while the other veered off course and stuck into the mud at West Germany's feet.

"Charge! All of you, charge!" Bazel roared, drawing his broadsword from his waist and leading the charge through the entrance to the wall.

A dozen mercenaries surged into the alley, their swords reflecting the dim yellow light from the distant tavern, casting flickering shadows on the narrow passage.

Behemoths are already far larger than humans, and Sid, a Pandaren of the Panta race, is one of the best among them.

Among the diverse forms of life, there is a general rule: body size and strength are positively correlated; a body weight of 500 pounds can contain more strength than that of 200 pounds.

The blinding glint of the blade flashed like lightning once more.

With a soft "whoosh," the three mercenaries fell backward, their bodies still twitching slightly. Their three heads fell not far away, each with a huge, round gash on their neck, from which blood gushed out.

Bazel's pupils contracted sharply.

He was an old mercenary who had witnessed the brute force of ogres and the ferocity of trolls, but the speed and power of this Behemoth were completely beyond his comprehension.

These are no ordinary Behemoth guards; they are true battlefield butchers!

"Scatter! Don't confront it head-on!" Bazel ordered sharply, his gaze sweeping over West Germany and fixed on the ever-smiling prince behind him.

Once the prince is killed, the strength of this Behemoth becomes meaningless.

He made a hand gesture, and the two remaining mercenaries on the wall understood immediately. They wiped the sweat from their brows and, taking advantage of a lull in their companion's fight with Sid, sneaked over the wall.

They were terrified of the behemoth and dared not engage in hand-to-hand combat. Seeing that they could escape this meat grinder and deal with the unarmed and weak prince, they were naturally overjoyed.

West Germany realized their intentions and turned to intercept them, but was held back by Bazel and his men.

However, this stalling effort came at a bloody price.

A flash of bright silver light appeared again, and with a horizontal slash, a mercenary who tried to defend himself with his sword was cut in half at the waist, along with the longsword made of fine steel.

With another slash, another fine head flew off.

This casual, almost detached manner, akin to slaughtering chickens and dogs, sent a chill down everyone's spine.