"Master, please do me a favor and give me something to eat. My daughter hasn't eaten in two days!"
"Brother, my wife is sick. Can you sell me some medicine? I will give you the money."
"Get out of here, don't even get close to the carriage, or you may lose your life!"
On the official road leading to Tibulaq, more than a dozen mercenaries, plus seven or eight sturdy servants, escorted two luxurious two-horse carts.
There were many ordinary people on the roadside, dragging their families with their families, carrying packages on their backs, chasing the carriages, and begging loudly for something.
"Pa!" A whip whipped out and hit an old man on the body.
The old man was wearing very thin clothes. It was already December. The old man, who was only wearing a single coat, was knocked to the ground with an ouch.
After retracting the whip, the mercenary on the horse didn't care, and said with a curse: "I told you not to lean forward, but you still dare to push over, are you looking for death?"
"Why are you beating people? Beating people is wrong!"
Seeing the old man being beaten, people around him responded and shouted slogans loudly.
The mercenary was riding on the horse with a sneer on his face, tapping the riding whip lightly in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "This is the carriage of a noble master, how dare you untouchables refuse to accept it? If you are not convinced, you can come up and try, see if you are the one calling
The sound must be made by my whip."
"What happened?" Hearing the noise outside, a cute and sleepy loli poked her head out from the car curtain.
The mercenaries waved their riding whips to disperse the crowd, and then they said, "Miss, they are a few troublemaking untouchables who have been dispersed by us."
Hearing the term "untouchable", the little girl nodded noncommittally and said nothing more.
In the world of gods, there is a world of clearly defined hierarchies, and the classes are like the caste system in India.
In the education of noble families, it is natural for untouchables to be punished by nobles, just like adding sugar or salt when drinking soy milk.
"Run quickly, it's bad, there are skeleton soldiers coming to kill you!"
Suddenly, the crowd became chaotic, and many people were shouting.
The mercenaries on horseback drew out their weapons and roared: "Skeleton soldiers have appeared, everyone is ready to fight."
The skeleton soldiers that panicked the crowd were actually not many in number, less than one-tenth of the number here.
But these five or six skeleton soldiers made sixty or seventy people cry and scream, and each of them ran faster than a rabbit, let alone resisted.
"There are no spellcasters, just ordinary skeletons, kill them." The two mercenaries rushed up on horseback, waving spears and giant swords, chopping melons and vegetables, and beat down five or six skeleton soldiers in a while.
Broken to the ground.
The crowd who were about to flee saw the skeleton soldiers being killed, and each one of them looked disbelieving and said in shock: "The idiot next door to my house has the strength to knock down a cow, but in the face of these skeleton soldiers,
He was hacked to death with two swords. These skeleton soldiers are not that weak, right?"
"It's not that the skeleton soldiers are weak, but that these mercenaries are too strong. They are probably professionals."
The fleeing civilians were talking a lot, and many of them were frightened.
Professionals are legendary figures that can only be commanded by noble lords.
Put it in rural villages and towns, it is difficult for a village to have a professional person, who can at least be a police officer. It is simply too easy to prey on the common people.
Seeing the reactions of these people, the mercenaries' faces were full of sneers.
Most of these civilians who went north came from small places in the countryside, and they fit the saying that what is rare is often strange.
Take these skeleton soldiers as an example. Divided by attributes, the attributes of ordinary skeleton soldiers are about 2 points.
Ordinary people do not have the awakening profession section, and their own attributes are only a few. Of course, they are unable to fight back against the skeleton soldiers. Only six or seven veterans can fight.
But professionals are different. For an ordinary level 1 warrior, the career bonus is more than two points, and his own attributes are at least 3 points.
Because of the doubled attribute difference, ordinary people have no power to fight back against skeleton soldiers. These same skeleton soldiers have no power to fight back even against the weakest professionals.
Not to mention, these mercenaries are all experts and strong men who have been doing this for a long time.
As long as they don't encounter the high-level troops of the undead tribe, even if there are hundreds of these skeleton soldiers, it will not be enough to kill a dozen of them. This is the gap between professionals and ordinary people.
"Mr. Galileo, what level of professional are you? How do you compare with my brother?" The little Loli asked while looking at a knight who carried a skull on a spear and returned heroically.
The smile on Galileo's face was about to turn into humility, and he answered honestly: "Miss Anne, I am a level 6 warrior. Not to mention compared with Master Gat, even Miss Nightingale is better than me."
"Sister Nightingale, is this really the case?" The little girl sitting in the carriage was Wu Ming's sister Annie.
She turned back slightly and shouted to Nightingale, who was wearing a cloak and driving the carriage, with a question on her face.
"I am a level 7 professional." Nightingale answered simply, and glanced at Galileo after speaking.
Along the way, Galileo often got close to her. With Nightingale's experience, he certainly knew what the other person was thinking.
Nightingale herself is also very troubled. Although she is not from a good family, she is still a second-level professional.
To be fair, she did not despise Galileo, who was weaker than herself, but her situation was more complicated and it was difficult to find a husband she wanted. It would be a lie to say that she was not entangled.
"What about Uncle Clown?" After asking Nightingale, Annie asked about the clown again.
Nightingale had no idea about the clown, and said in a normal tone: "The clown is a level 8 professional, and is better than me."
"What about my brother?" The conversation changed, and Annie suddenly brought the topic to Wu Ming.
This time, Nightingale couldn't answer. She could only say vaguely: "Your Excellency is powerful enough to be comparable to a hero. He is not someone we can look up to."
To recruit the Joker and the others, Wu Ming pretended to be North because at that time he was not strong enough to suppress the North alliance.
Times have changed, and in Wu Ming's current vision, the North Alliance is no longer dispensable. It's okay to help him, but it's really not important.
During this period, Nightingale also discussed with the Joker whether Wu Ming was North.
Judging from the time, Wu Ming is only 17 years old this year and cannot be North.
But on the other hand, Wu Ming possesses North's contact ring and possesses North's character mask, so it can't be otherwise.
After thinking about it, the two Nightingales automatically forgot about this troublesome question.
After all, Wu Ming has already shown the strength and prospects of a hero. It doesn't matter whether he is a hero or not. What matters is that the leader of the North Alliance is a hero.
As the saying goes, if a train runs fast, it all depends on the headband.
Who Wu Ming is is no longer important after he becomes powerful. As long as he says that he is North, everyone will only applaud and not object. These days, whoever has breasts is a mother. People who are born in the dark world know better.
What does it mean to be powerful? In the face of hero-level strength, even if Wu Ming said that he was a rogue rabbit, everyone would hold their noses and admit it. Who would let him enjoy the shade under the big tree?
"Wow, my brother is so powerful, Tibbs, you have to work harder from now on!" Holding one leg upside down, Annie lifted Tibbs up with great effort and shook it hard twice.
Poor Tibbs the little bear was taken out of his bed. He was shaken and suddenly woke up.
Looking at Annie with resentful eyes, Tibbers felt that Xiong Sheng was very dim and his master's demands were getting higher and higher.
"Be careful, the skeleton soldiers are here again, this time it's a large force!"
"There are a lot of skeleton soldiers. It looks like there are four or five hundred of them. There won't be any advanced soldiers, right?"
"If we hadn't killed the skeleton soldiers before, they might have been spies of this skeleton army. Everyone, please be careful."
While Annie was playing with Tibbers, the mercenaries outside shouted again.
The next second, as if for sure, there was a "swish" sound, and a black magic ball fell from the sky.
A mercenary at the front was hit by a magic ball. It was like being hit by a bone-transforming palm, and his two breaths turned into a pool of blood.
There was fishy and smelly blood, bubbling and gurgling, and the noisy mercenaries suddenly became silent as if their throats were being strangled.
"It's the necromancer, the shield warrior raises his shield, and the thief finds the caster!" An experienced mercenary will not be as at a loss as a novice.
Soon, four warriors carrying large shields stood at the front of the team, and some thieves entered the scene stealthily, slowly moving towards the skeleton corps.
"Archer, aim at the Necromancer, he is in the sixth row, eighth position!"
The thieves blessed with stealth and even the necromancer didn't show up, and their location was quickly figured out.
However, when the thief signaled, his location was also exposed.
The spell caster in the skeleton army quickly raised the skeleton staff and pointed at the thief: "Death and withering!"
Ripples like water ripples, centered on the Necromancer, rushed toward the thieves.
This spell has no effect on undead creatures, and the thief hiding among them was just washed away by the ripples and turned into a mummy in three seconds.
"Such a powerful spell must be a second-level spell caster. Shoot with the archers, suppress him, and don't give him a chance to cast spells." Seeing that two people on his side died so easily, the bearded mercenary captain became angry.
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As the captain of a mercenary team, Big Beard's professional level is not low, and he is also a second-level powerhouse.
However, warriors are different from mages, and ordinary mages are different from necromancers.
As the commander of the corps, the Necromancer was always hidden among the skeletons. Hundreds of skeletons surrounded him. He was also a bearded second-level professional and did not dare to go up and charge into the battle.
One thousand meters, eight hundred meters, five hundred meters
Five hundred skeleton soldiers, under the command of the Necromancer, formed a battle formation similar to the Macedonian phalanx, which looked like an unpleasant battle formation.
This kind of battle formation is very restrained for warrior professionals, because the skeleton soldiers are standing next to each other, and if they rush in, they will face siege from all directions.
At the same time, the Necromancer shrank down, not showing his head at all, and kept the spell in his hand.
It is this kind of attitude of watching indifferently despite being able to take action, which makes the mercenaries dare not act rashly, for fear of attracting a magic attack in the next second.
"This damn spell caster is as shrunken as a turtle. If only we had a mage. The opponent's skeleton formation is so dense. If a fireball exploded in the middle, at least dozens of skeletons would be affected.
?" Looking at the undead army approaching step by step, the bearded captain jumped up and down in anger.
Mages are rare. Most spellcasters have gone to the Magic Empire. Only a few have stayed in the army or become family mages of great nobles.
A hard-working profession like the mercenary group cannot attract mages to join. The long-range attacks of the mercenary group are all handed over to archers, and archers usually do not have large-scale killing skills before the third turn.
"boom!"
Just as the bearded captain finished speaking, a fireball the size of a washbasin flew out with a heat wave.
Feeling the heat in the air, the bearded man was stunned and subconsciously turned around and asked: "Where did the mage come from?"
What caught his eye was that on the luxuriously decorated carriage, Annie, wearing a bear suit, was holding Tibbers upside down and looking at him cutely.