A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Unfortunately, the result this time was no exception.

Only one mercenary escaped and he was alive, but unfortunately he went crazy after he came out.

Incoherent and completely out of his mind.

Afterwards, the tribe immediately took action and designated the Dark Forest and its surrounding areas as restricted areas.

They even built several watchtowers to provide surrounding surveillance.

"Even a professional warrior can't handle it..." Thomas muttered to himself while chewing.

It wasn't difficult to defeat such a team. Thomas felt that he could do it.

But being able to wipe out everyone, leaving them no chance to escape...that's another matter entirely.

Not to mention that it could scare a battle-hardened mercenary crazy.

This is something Thomas couldn't do.

Alas, the big boss’s promises are really not tasty.

Thomas knew that if he temporarily took on the position of division commander as a division captain, it would be an exceptional promotion and would require great achievements. However, the problem was that this achievement was indeed risky.

Even Thomas now could not imagine how terrifying it was, enough to scare a mercenary who was willing to risk his life to death.

Damn it, that's how things are in the world after all, you get what you risk.

After pondering over and over again in his mind, Thomas found that he had finally eaten that lunch.

"We're here!" Suddenly, Thomas saw a sailor on the lookout high up in the ship pointing into the distance and shouting.

Startled, Thomas followed the direction of the other person's finger and saw a trace of land.

Holy crap! It’s finally here!

He looked at the plate and suddenly felt regretful.

If I had held on a little longer, I wouldn't have to eat this stuff.

Chapter 262 Adventurer 2

Two days later.

This Chude tribe is a civilized tribe, just as the intelligence said.

In fact, no matter from which angle you look at it, there is no feeling of a "primitive tribe" here.

It's more like a market town outside of Novgorod or Kiev.

Throughout history, Estonia's low hills have been dotted with hill forts, built to defend against foreign enemies or to demonstrate power. Built of wood and stone, they are not truly cities, but they bear some Finnish artistic influences.

An earth and stone wall was built around the fortress, and its defensive capabilities were similar to those of the towns outside Novgorod.

The main defense here is not against enemies on land, but enemies at sea.

The enemy at sea was very agile, but it also had a flaw: the ships of that era were not yet capable of carrying large siege weapons.

As long as you enter the fortress, you will be protected.

At this moment, groups of armed people, numbering more than a hundred people, were gathering in the area outside the wall.

This is the space that the tribe has left for outsiders, and there are many houses and taverns built here for outsiders to live in.

A tall and strong old man in armor was holding a huge broad-bladed sword and shouting something at everyone.

It looks like a mercenary team.

The guard on duty in the nearby watchtower looked at this side with interest, but his expression was relaxed and he showed no sign of alert.

In addition to these people, there were people watching the excitement from a distance.

There are also hundreds of people.

Thomas was also among the crowd.

After leaving the boat and arriving at the tribe, things were much simpler than expected.

Because bounty orders have been issued in many countries, mercenaries and adventurers come here from all over the place.

This place has become a scenic spot, attracting a large number of outsiders.

Those who are gathering should be some small or medium-sized mercenary groups, while those who are watching the fun are smaller teams, or even individual adventurers.

The onlookers were whispering.

"Where did this team come from? Why is it so large?"

"They say they're Swiss! The leader's nickname is 'Iron Wall'. Look at their weapons..."

"You mean the halberd? But why are the Swiss here? This team is not small... This bounty doesn't increase based on number of people, it's a fixed reward. It's just useless to them. Even if they complete it, they won't earn much."

"You don't know, Mr. Tiebi's son came here with some friends a few months ago to try it out. But he never came back."

"Oh, that's right. I heard that the old man only has one son. If he lost his son, he would definitely come looking for him. He would want to see him alive or dead..."

"The others... I guess they're just trying to take advantage of the situation..."

A formal, well-equipped and adequately prepared team is very different from a mob.

With this old man taking the lead, everyone's risks are greatly reduced.

Thomas looked around and roughly understood the overall environment.

This place is affected by ocean currents, and the waterways leading to the open sea thaw faster and earlier.

Therefore, some foreign ships are now able to dock.

Among these outsiders, there was a mercenary captain who came here specifically for his son.

His team should be the main force.

Most of the others wanted to take advantage of this favorable situation and see if they could gain some advantage.

But these people are clearly divided into two groups.

A group of adventurers and mercenaries who should make a living by bounties.

These people work in groups of two or three and usually do not go to the battlefield. Instead, they work as bounty hunters or adventurers.

This type of person is characterized by accurate assessment of things.

They were obviously here for the bounty.

Besides the bounty, there's also that unknown monster. It's likely a remnant of the past... or, in other words, something that can be made into a magical item.

The other group of people were young nobles.

In this era, bravery is a universally recognized virtue. Some even believe that bravery is the most fundamental and indispensable virtue of human beings. If a person is not brave, then all other virtues he possesses are questionable.

Although these people also came for the bounty...but they came for the fame rather than the bounty.

After all, if this thing is accomplished, it will be enough to brag about for the rest of your life.

Seeing that the mercenary group over there had completed their preparations, the individual soldiers here also began to take action.

They arrived a few days earlier than Thomas, and had enough time to contact each other and form relatively loose groups.

After all, this time we are facing either mutated beasts or remnants of the old times, so it is easy for humans to stick together.

At least there's no need to worry about traitors. There's no major conflict of interest before the target is eliminated.

"Greetings, brothers and friends." Just as Thomas was still looking around, he saw a man among the scattered people choose a big rock and jump on it, looking down at everyone.

This is a group that has already made an appointment.

"Thank you all for choosing me, Robin of Losley, as your leader. Let me explain a few things first..."

"This operation has two purposes."

"The first is to find the bodies of those who went missing in the past. There have been many people who have gone missing in the past, but with the exception of a very few, the bodies have never been found."

"So once the body is found, it means we have found the key clue."

"The second is to find Mr. Tiebi's son!"

"I've already negotiated with the old man and accepted the commission. No matter who you are, whether you know me or not, please give me a favor when the time comes. If you have any clues, please let me know. This is a wooden whistle. Anyone who needs one can take one. In the forest, the whistle's sound can be heard the farthest."

His voice was very loud, not only directed at his own team, but also at other teams.

"So it's Robin from Loxley... He's quite famous..."

Thomas glanced around and saw a relatively friendly-looking man standing nearby. "Friend, that Robin who calls himself Losley... where is Losley?"

"Oh, it should be in England. I wonder if it's a barony or an earldom." The stranger with a more friendly appearance answered.

"All the English are here?"

"Ha, he should be somewhere nearby. He's an Ansar after all... so he has a lot of interactions with Northern Europe."

"Is this person famous?"

"His grandfather was said to have been a protector of the country. Unfortunately, he died in the expedition to Jerusalem. His father was an elite soldier, and so was he. So he is quite famous in the Christian world. Haven't you heard of him?"

"No." Thomas understood immediately. He was a Catholic. In practical terms, this was the territory of the pagans (the indigenous Russian gods). In general terms, this was the territory of the Eastern Orthodox Church. So it was understandable that he had never heard of the name "Robin."

Not someone from the same circle.

In other words... it's not just Orthodox Christians who come here, there are probably Catholics as well.

But it is normal. After all, when facing the remnants of the old times, different religions still have the motivation to unite.

Chapter 263 Adventurer 3

"It turns out to be Mr. Robin..."

"Since Mr. Robin has spoken, we naturally have to give him some face."

"With an elite warrior like Robin leading the team, this operation will be foolproof."

After teams of people recognized this man, they immediately came up to him with greetings and flattery.

Robin, standing high up, had a calm expression, a condescending air. He only greeted the most famous people and a few he knew. Then he turned and jumped down to discuss matters with his team.

His performance attracted quite a few people. Some people who were not yet in a group approached him.

After all, this reward was issued in multiple countries through different channels, which attracted many people to try to get a piece of the pie.

For individuals or small teams, if they do not consider the issue of risks, once they succeed, they can basically retire and live a peaceful life.

Soon, Robin led his men into the forest.

He didn't care whether anyone followed him or not, and walked ahead first.

His team did carry a lot of equipment, and several people were carrying large packages on their backs.

There are about a dozen people.

Other teams followed suit.

Of course, the Swiss mercenaries are the main force.

In other words, other teams are naturally their scouts, perimeter players and assistants.

Everyone knows that if they encounter the remnants of the old times or some ferocious beasts, they will fight if they can win, and if they can't, they will have to flee to the mercenary team.

When the big team is almost there, the small team will follow in. This seems to be some kind of unspoken rule in the industry.

Small teams should give way to large teams.

As for the individual players without a team, they were the last group to enter.

To be honest, there are really not many such casual players.

Including Thomas, there were less than ten people.

Although they are individual players, they are not completely independent, but rather maintain a certain safe distance from other teams.

No one paid much attention to Thomas.

He now had the eye patch on his face, pretending to be a one-eyed man.

This magical item truly worked. In the dim, snow-covered forest, the light was fluctuating, slightly interfering with normal vision. But the grayscale vision provided by the eye patch was crystal clear.

As we moved forward, the changes in the team became more and more obvious.