Paul's squinted eyes were filled with light, magicians! There were still four of them. Paul had a headache. Now they were all trying to fight in close quarters. Paul could still use his body skills to deal with his opponents. If there were more magicians with long-range attacks.
If he joins, Paul's situation will not be good. After all, although Paul doesn't know much about magicians, he still knows that there are many auxiliary magic and containment magic in their magic, which will make him better in the next battle.
To make matters even more troublesome, the magician must be killed first.
But at this time, because he had just killed the squadron leader, the other party had been alerted. Paul did not believe that the other party would be stupid enough to allow him to successfully carry out a beheading operation again. Was he really going to use his sword intention?
As expected, as Paul expected, except for the leading swordsman who walked through the crowd towards the front of the team, the four magicians stayed at the end of the team, protected by dozens of fourth-level and above warriors.
stand up.
Paul knew that he was in trouble. The opponent was obviously on guard against him. He broke through the encirclement of nearly a thousand people and killed the magician at the back of the opponent's team. Even with Paul's current ability, he felt a headache.
The leading swordsman was dressed in white soft armor and walked like a tiger. He walked through the crowd and walked to the front. He stared at Paul for a moment and then asked loudly: "Isinger, the leader of the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group, don't you know?"
What are you doing with our Snow Wolf mercenary group to cause such a big trouble?"
Paul has always been a person who respects you the same way as others. Seeing how polite Isinger asked, he couldn't say anything rude anymore, but now that the matter was over, there was no need for Paul to give him anything more.
After all, things couldn't get any better. He just looked coldly, curled his lips towards the ruined snack shop next to him, and said, "Did you see it? The mercenaries of your regiment did it, and they still used me.
Say more?"
Essinger was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "For such a trivial matter, you have injured so many people in our Snow Wolf Mercenary Group? Isn't it just a breakfast stall? At worst, we can just pay you some money. Use it."
Is it necessary to use such a heavy hand? Just beat the two mercenaries of our regiment to disability."
Paul still replied calmly: "Logically speaking, it's not necessary, but they have ruined people's livelihoods, and..." Before Paul could finish speaking, the mercenaries immediately exploded. Some shouted
: "Don't you mean that by crippling one of our people, you've cut off their livelihood?" "We just damaged property, and you directly hurt people, yet you have the nerve to accuse us."
Paul still had a calm expression on his face, watching the mercenaries on the opposite side chattering and arguing. When Paul heard the shouts of the mercenaries on the opposite side, he also felt vaguely that he had struck too hard just now. After all, they just smashed something.
, and he took the other person's arms. Just when Paul felt a little guilty in his heart and his aura gradually subsided, an inappropriate voice sounded, which made Paul feel a little guilty.
The smoke dissipated, allowing Paul's restrained momentum to burst out again.
"It's just a few untouchables. Killing a few untouchables is no big deal. Who do you think you are? Why are you the only one meddling in others' business?"
Suddenly the whole place was silent. Paul raised his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came. He saw the squadron leader who had been knocked off his horse by Paul's palm before. He reluctantly stood at the back of the team with the support of a city guard, and raised his head from his chest.
Judging from the penetrating palm prints on the front armor, Paul's slap just now made him feel absolutely uncomfortable.
In fact, this squadron has a long life. He has a small frame, but he likes to show off his power. In order to make him look stronger, most of the armor he wears is
One size larger than his body shape. It was because of his hobby that he saved his life.
Paul's palm was indeed pressed on his chest, but because the armor was too big for him, the palm was not pressed firmly on his chest. His chest was one size too big.
On the contrary, A acted as a buffer. Although Paul finally knocked him off his horse with a palm, he did not suffer any serious injuries. In other words, he suffered a little internal shock and hurt him for a while.
After that, this kid blended in with the crowd and climbed to the end of the encirclement. Originally, no one would notice this kid if he hid behind the team, but he saw that Paul remained silent in the face of the mercenary's accusations.
Paul slapped him so hard that he still felt terrible pain in his chest, so he just wanted to curse a few words to relieve his anger.
But he was originally from a small noble family, and he was the type of playboy. He had never looked down upon civilians before or since he became a soldier. Even when facing several chiefs and deputy heads of the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group, he
I have never looked at them from my heart, I have always regarded them as some idiots.
If it weren't for the close relationship between the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group and the Lord of the City, I'm afraid he wouldn't even pay attention to them. He was so excited just now that he didn't have any scruples when speaking, and he called them a pariah.
As soon as Essinger heard the squadron leader shouting like this, his heart sank. According to his plan, he would first take advantage of the rationale to capture Paul. Essinger had already noticed the mercenaries and city guards lying on the ground around him.
Most of them were lying on the ground and howling miserably. Occasionally, a few had their eyes closed. It could be seen from their heaving chests that they were just unconscious and not in danger of life.
As a person who can show mercy when so many people are besieging him, Essinger does not consider himself to be his opponent, and judging from the young man's calm and calm face until now, it is obvious that the other party has not used it.
Use all your strength. If this person uses all his strength, everyone here will probably have to answer here.
From the mercenary messenger who informed them to come here, the captains of the mercenaries, Snow Fox Essinger and Zhihu Marcel, knew the general story of the matter, and also knew about Paul's general strength. As a mercenary group, we should not make enemies with those who are too powerful.
This is the rule for their opponents to survive. After all, mercenary tasks are high-risk jobs. If there is a master watching at any time, no one will feel at ease.
Whether it was the initial questioning or the questioning after Essinger was furious, they were actually all arranged in advance to trap Paul to death, because Essinger communicated with Marcel on the way here.
However, judging from Paul's acting style, they knew that Paul was still a relatively upright and reasonable person. If they could hold Paul to death with big principles, not only would big things become trivial, but also trivial things would become smaller.
It made Paul feel that he owed the Snow Fox Mercenary Group a favor, a favor from a master, who wouldn't want it?
Originally, the plot had been progressing according to the script they designed. Paul's expression and his momentum showed a trace of relaxation. Both Essinger and Marcel knew that the plan was successful, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as we work harder, the matter can be solved satisfactorily, but who would have thought that the words of this idiot squadron leader completely angered Paul.
Not only Paul, but also many people in the mercenary group and the city guard glared at the squadron leader. After all, most of the mercenaries and city guards were civilians. Who would be happy to be treated like an ant by others?
existence.
Essinger now had the urge to rush in front of the squadron leader and slap him in the face. After all, the things he had worked so hard to arrange were messed up by someone else, and anyone else would be furious.
Paul's face was frosty and he said coldly: "Who am I? I'll tell you what I am. I'm a commoner, a pariah as you call me. I'm just such a thing. What do you guys think of this?"
Are you satisfied with the answer?"
Paul's words had a great resonance in the hearts of most of the mercenaries and city guards. After all, no one wanted to be described as lowly by others. Looking at the young man in front of him, he must have reached the level with his strength.
At the top of the pyramid in this world, he still frankly told others that he was just a civilian. At this moment, although they were in a hostile relationship, the mercenaries and city guards who were civilians still had uncontrollable feelings in their hearts.
Got a sense of pride.
The squadron leader also noticed that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere. After he said those words to relieve his anger, first the boy's already restrained momentum suddenly burst out again, and then the surroundings suddenly became silent.
When Paul's cold voice came, he realized what he had said. He was not a fool, otherwise he would not have been able to climb to the position of squadron leader. He regretted it now and his intestines were green. He had nothing to talk about.
, it was none of his own business. After all, the conflict between the young man and the mercenaries was at most a conflict between bullying and being bullied, beating someone up and finding trouble. Now because of his words, it turned into a conflict between civilians and nobles.
Normally he wouldn't care, but now here, even if there are other nobles, they won't stand up and speak for him. After all, no one wants to face the anger of nearly a thousand people alone. And this squadron leader, now like
An angry little daughter-in-law hurriedly ran to the back of the team and hid.