Generally speaking, when encountering such obstruction and robbery, the elders in the team or the mercenary leader will negotiate.
Back in the day, even robbers had high-level robbers. If they were more "professional" robbers, most of them knew some famous mercenary groups, so they naturally knew that these people couldn't be offended.
Then, depending on the strength gap between the robbers and the mercenaries, they will usually choose to retreat directly or just talk nonsense and then retreat. If it is the latter, these mercenaries must come back to visit the robbers when they return, and then turn over part of it wisely
Mission bounty - about one-tenth as a reward.
For a very senior robber like this, either the leader is powerful or there is someone behind him, so under normal circumstances, he cannot fight.
But if it is the kind of robber who works part-time as a civilian, the result of a sudden attack will be that he will be directly killed by mercenaries who are more professional in handling surprise attacks. You must know that the mercenaries in the Farnes world can not only work part-time after passing the certification.
In a sense, the so-called mercenaries are the temple guards of the God of Contract. To become a mercenary, you need to be proficient in at least two weapons, speak more than two languages, and be able to sneak, detect traps, detect poisons, and counterattack.
Raid, know how to negotiate, intimidate and survive in the wild.
It is a genuine high-level profession, a war-type profession transfer at the same level as the weapons master. When you become a mercenary, you must swear in the name of Fafnna, the God of Contract, to value the mission more than your own life, and never betray your trust first——
Therefore, mercenaries are also a profession that is highly respected by civilians, just like other temple guards of kind-hearted gods.
Although An Ruosi was an intern in Marken's team, in fact it is impossible for a wizard to become a mercenary. This is because all wizards do not believe in any gods, including the God of Contract.
They only respect the Wall of Orm.
The Wall of Orm is the most important barrier in the Farnes world. Its status in the Farnes world is like the atmosphere on the earth. It is used to isolate the star realm from the human world, so that gods cannot descend to the realm at will. At the same time, the Orm Wall is also responsible for
Coordinate the energy and material circulation of the elemental world and the material world.
Wizards have a special field of vision. They can directly see the laws that make up the world from the Wall of Orm, and the closer they are to the Wall of Orm, the clearer they can be. That’s why the White Tower wizards built a white tower that reaches the sky.
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It is this convenient field of vision that allows the wizards of the White Tower to develop rapidly at a speed beyond the constraints of the technology tree.
When remote areas were still like medieval Europe, civilian products like phones and cars had already begun to appear in Baita. Half a month before the collapse of Baita, Baita's R&D department had even built a prototype of a computer.
It's a pity that all of this was crushed by the gods themselves. Almost all the wizards who studied this knowledge died, and most of the creation was destroyed. The remaining knowledge of the White Tower was only at the level of forty years ago. The gods warned mortals with divine power that mortals could not resist.
Do not think too much.
It was not until the resurgence of the plague was over that human magic technology began to slowly revive.
A few years ago, the wizards of the White Tower developed weapons of mass destruction that even low-level wizards could use. The research results were abused by some dark wizards, causing them a lot of trouble.
Five years ago, the White Tower wizards once calculated that 20% of the wizards who had studied in the White Tower for ten years had rebelled. Their defection rate was the highest in the world, more than four times higher than the second place.
In this embarrassing situation, the wizards of the White Tower immediately realized that they must immediately improve the quality of the wizards.
So they began to let some formal-level wizards who had graduated as apprentices join various mercenary groups to practice and learn the spirit of contract.
But you know, this is just an internship.
Once there is real danger, wizards must not be allowed to stand on top. According to the White Tower, they are only here to learn advanced ideas. They can be treated as members of the mercenary group, but their beloved apprentices, the future of mankind, must not be allowed to
Go and block the knife.
Otherwise, just wait and see.
The same goes for priests and druids. As clergy professions, in this world where divine power is higher than royal power, their status is even higher than that of some small rural nobles. No one dares to let these priests get involved in danger.
But sometimes this is not always the case.
Unlike wizards who really just treat them as a burden, the reputation and status of priests can sometimes be used as a bargaining chip.
A mercenary team that can ask priests to assist in escorting or can be entrusted by priests to escort, no matter how strange their faces are, cannot be treated easily with ordinary thoughts.
So Claude leaned on his cane and swayed down with a smile, and asked Kruveen to help him communicate and coordinate with Macon.
But when the leaders saw Claude, they suddenly laughed, and the three people's hearts couldn't help but skip a beat.
"This face is...Claude Nocasas, the district bishop of the Diocese of Renza in which the Goddess of War resides. Since you are here, we can rest assured." The leading man has long dark brown curly hair and a handsome face.
It is slightly red like Kluwein, and one can tell at a glance that it has pure mountain folk blood.
"It seems that Claudia Crowley is indeed here."
"Who asked you to come?"
The smile on Old Claude's face faded, and the aura of a bishop slowly released from his old body, making the leader opposite shrink his pupils.
"Ha...Silver level. It seems that I have to ask him to pay more when I go back. The head of a strong Silver level person should be worth one thousand and fifty."
Completely ignoring Claude's intention, the leader opposite licked the corner of his mouth and revealed a ferocious smile.
"I'm here, asking you something!"
Sonorous and powerful words erupted from Claude's old body in an unimaginable way, and the angry voice roared like thunder.
At the same time, golden flames that were almost blazing suddenly rose from Claude's body, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a huge fireball, making it impossible to see his face.
A scorching heat wave swept across, and then slowly subsided. The heat wave at that moment made Macon and Kruveen take a few steps back, and there was still some residual heat on their exposed skin.
The white flame gradually gathered into a human shape, and then retracted below the skin. His old skin was flashing with white-gold light at this moment, as bright as a god.
"It seems that he doesn't want to answer," Old Claude said in a deep voice. As he spoke, white sparks spewed out from his mouth sporadically, "Then -"
"Hold him!"
The leader on the other side made a quick decision, waved his hand, and shouted in a loud voice.
Six strong men wearing heavy boxing armor on their left arms and holding huge warhammers on their right arms, wearing asymmetrical half-plate armor, charged at Claude with a ferocious smile.
"If only the chariots would run over them and turn them into dust like rotting bones!"
An old and loud voice sounded from the crowd, and a sword blade flashing with golden light pierced out of the cane.
But the six men of Sercosafin seemed to have been prepared for it. The citrine plate like sunglasses fell from the helmet with a clang, completely blocking the entire face, and the blazing brilliance completely lost its effect.
The arc like a wheel flashed through the crowd three times in an instant, but was blocked by the hard fist armor each time.
The power of the sword can cut off even dark blue armor. However, the Holy Wheel Slash was blocked by a bronze-level enemy with seemingly ordinary armor. There is only one result - the enemy must have specially prepared to restrain divine magic.
metal protective gear.
For a while, Claude was unable to break through the crowd.
"Is it mixed with fine gold..."
Maken felt something was wrong, and just wanted to pull away and sneak away, but was blocked by two people dressed in the same way, one behind the other.
He turned to look at Kluvien, only to find that he was in the same predicament. Even worse, because Kluvien was slightly larger and there were three people surrounding him.
"You block it and keep them separated from each other! The others will follow me to kill the mission target first!"
Seeing that the situation was very good, the leader led the remaining six strong men in strange costumes and three sneaky men all covered in black cloaks to the car at the back without any hesitation.
Suddenly, a golden barrier fell from the sky, covering the group of them.
That was undoubtedly the work of Bishop Claude.
What's the situation? What is he going to do? What kind of magic is this?
The leader looked around nervously and found nothing unusual, but all the sounds around him disappeared from his ears.
He suddenly felt confused.
Why did Bishop Claude release a silencing barrier when he was besieged?
Just when he was confused, he suddenly thought of something and his face changed drastically.
He immediately turned around, only to find that one of the two men in black robes at the end of the team had his head rolled on the ground and disappeared without a trace, and scarlet blood spewed crazily into the sky like a spring. The other's neck was still tightly wrapped with two
The other end of the vine is in the sleeve of a slender figure wearing a black robe one size larger.
And the sudden enemy was holding a blood-soaked single-edged sword in one hand. He was stepping with his bare feet on the shoulders of the man in black robe whose neck was bound by vines. He was fixed by the tight vines.
, no matter how hard that person struggles, he cannot shake.
A strong gust of wind blew open the enemy's hood, revealing his delicate face.
At this time, in the silent world, time seemed to stand still. The blood spurted out by the man in black robe whose head was chopped off fell like rain in the air, contaminating all the people who were still alive, and contaminating that tall man.
Stepping on the shoulders of his teammates, his face is as delicate as a doll.
Under the dim sunlight of the sunset plain, the scene like an old photo freezes here.
I saw the murderous doll-like druid holding the sword in his hand, slowly raising it, opening his lips in the silent world, and slowly making mouth shapes full of malice:
I want to hit ten.
Before Serkesafin's people could react, the figure jumped up high, suddenly closed the vines in the air, strangled the black-robed man's throat, and at the same time borrowed strength from him——
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