Entering the lobby of the mission hall, Lao Xiong walked straight to the counter and found a staff member of the mission hall.
"Old Bear?!" Staff member Sally was a mature man in his fifties with sparse hair and white temples. When he saw Old Bear, he immediately called out in surprise and turned around regardless of the other mercenaries at the counter.
He got off his seat, walked around from the side, walked to the old bear and grabbed him.
"I heard that you have signed up for the Yong Yong Tour?" Sally asked worriedly.
"Well," Old Xiong looked away, as if he didn't want to mention this matter again, and nodded: "I have to report to Archduke Adolf's army tomorrow, so I want to take out my sword now."
"Confused, you are over forty years old, why are you still wandering around!" Sally grabbed the old bear's hand hard and comforted: "You can't resurrect after death. There are so many refugees in this city, who doesn't have a few dead relatives?
In the hands of the Feili people, everyone thinks like you, no one wants to live anymore?"
Seeing that the old bear was silent, Sally said again: "Think about it carefully, if your wife and children see you like this, will they be happy?"
"Sally, I know you are good for me," Old Bear laughed miserably, shook his head and said, "But if you regard me as a friend and still remember our friendship of more than ten years, don't persuade me. I
My wife and children died at the hands of Philippe, if I still hide behind and live my life, do you think I can sleep well?"
Sally looked at his old friend and felt a knot in his heart for a moment.
Sally has become friends with Old Xiong since he settled in Medin City. The two have known each other for more than ten years, and they know each other well.
He knew that a man like Lao Xiong spent the first half of his life fighting on the battlefield, licking blood from his knife edge, and could attack anyone. On the surface, he looked the most cold-blooded. But in fact, in the heart of this honest man,
But he has a burning passion. He values his difficult family more than his life.
Not to mention his women and children, how many mercenaries were rescued by him through gritted teeth in those missions over the years?
Even once, in order to save a mercenary, this man leaned against a cave and persisted for three whole days under the siege of forty or fifty second-level wind wolves without even closing his eyes. Reinforcements arrived.
When he went there, he discovered that his injuries in the end were much more serious than that of the mercenary he saved. There were dozens of large and small wounds on his body, and his clothes were stained red with blood.
Later, before the mercenary's injury healed, he pushed himself up to the old bear and kowtowed three times. From then on, whenever he heard something happened to the old bear, he would definitely come over to help as soon as possible.
How many people like that mercenary have been in this mission hall over the years?
How could a man who was unwilling to give up even his temporary companions watch his women and children being killed by people who invaded this country and remain indifferent?
Sally looked into the old bear's eyes for a long time, then let out a deep sigh, patted his shoulder and said, "I'm going to help you apply to cancel the mission. There shouldn't be anyone here yet. Just wait."
"Trouble..." Old Xiong was interrupted as soon as he started.
"Sally, wait!" The short mercenary rushed into the hall of the mission hall, ran over quickly, and grabbed Sally's arm: "How much is the difference between Old Bear's sword and I'll make up for it!"
As he said that, the short man suddenly took out a money bag from his pocket and spread out his hands: "This is the commission I just collected, twenty-five Jinlu Lang, take them all!"
Sally and Old Bear were both stunned at the same time.
Before the two of them could recover from the short mercenary's rambling words, they saw the middle-aged mercenary following closely behind the short man, striding over and saying loudly: "Damn it, old bear.
He is about to go to the battlefield, and we can’t let him not even have a magic weapon. We don’t have enough money, so I still have it here!”
With that said, the middle-aged man also emptied out all his pockets and took out a dozen Jin Lulang!
More and more mercenaries poured into the mission hall, and in a blink of an eye, Lao Xiong and Sally were surrounded.
"What are you doing?" Old Xiong's face, which had been polished by the wind and frost, was firm and composed. He could no longer maintain his composure as he faced the eyes of pairs of eyes and said in a trembling voice.
"Old Xiong, stop talking!" the short mercenary clenched his fists: "I just came back and I know what's going on with your family. If you want to say anything to comfort me, you know I'm stupid and can't fucking say it. But you
My business is my business. Those Philie bastards invaded our land and killed our people. What bloody man wants to watch helplessly?"
"Yes!" Before the short mercenary finished speaking, the mercenaries around him were already excited.
In the past few days, some of the men present here have been on the battlefield one after another, and some have harassed and chased Feili people when they encountered them in the wild.
No bloody man will remain indifferent to foreign enemies.
Although this country has shortcomings of one kind or another. However, in peaceful times, everyone can finally do missions together, hunt monsters together, make money together, drink, chat, brag and find flowers together. No matter how difficult life is, it is always full of joy.
hope.
But the Feili people's invasion dragged half of the Lurian province into the abyss of fire.
On the southern coast, there is no longer a merchant ship from the Saint Solan Empire. Several Solan Southern Fleets have also temporarily avoided fighting due to heavy losses.
Not to mention that the prosperous maritime trade was almost paralyzed, and the cities that people were familiar with were reduced to ruins.
On the sunny road, the horse-drawn carriage pulling the rich lady is no longer there, the ox-cart pulling the simple village girl is gone, the green pastures and the herds of cattle, sheep and horses are gone. On the hillside by the road, the green
The small white buildings in the shade are gone, the port where people come and go is gone, and the lively market is gone.
More importantly, those familiar faces, those sweating but still hearty laughter in the dusty sunshine are gone!
However, everyone could only remain silent.
This is a world ruled by nobles.
The nobles, large and small, are gathering under the command of Archduke Adolf to fight in order to defend their territory. They have more resources and a stronger army.
At this time, it seems that it is not the turn of these mercenaries at the bottom of society to jump out.
Therefore, everyone can only watch, but this does not mean that they do not pay attention, nor does it mean that they are cold-blooded.
Their blood is hot, even boiling. When the old bear in this group is determined to rush to the battlefield to avenge his wife and children, this emotion immediately erupts like a volcano!
Even if they can't do anything else for Old Xiong, they can at least allow this man, who lost his wife and children, and whose life was ruined by the Fei Lie people, to go to the battlefield with a magical weapon that he has dreamed of all his life!
"Old Bear!" the middle-aged mercenary said: "I know I can't persuade you now. To be honest, if those nobles weren't such bastards, I would have been on the battlefield this morning. I dare to say that it won't be much worse if I spit and nail here.
In the long run, most of us here will meet you on the battlefield."
"I have already signed up." In the crowd, a sturdy mercenary walked out, stood next to Old Xiong, and said loudly: "I am a lonely man. To put it bluntly, I only go here for military glory and money.
If you can kill Philip the bastard and find a way out, why not do it?"
"I also signed up."
"And me!"
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen mercenaries had already squeezed out of the crowd.
"You see!" the middle-aged mercenary said to the old bear: "This is our place, our ancestors have lived here for generations. You are not the only one who hates Feili people as much as you do. So, today we will do whatever it takes.
, I also need to collect the money for your sword so that you can go to the battlefield with a decent sword."
"Yes, that's it!" A mercenary in the crowd shouted: "Damn it, when our people go out, we can't just pick up the sword and make people laugh. Old Xiong, what's the difference? Tell me something.
Li, if Lao Xiong doesn’t tell me, you tell me!”
"Big guy..." The old bear forced a smile into his eyes, murmured twice, and suddenly squatted on the ground and howled loudly.
"The entire town was destroyed. There were more than 700 people, but less than 20 people escaped! My woman's family, more than ten people, were all killed. They didn't even spare their one-year-old child!"
That sound was heartbreaking, like the howl of a wild wolf!
The mercenaries around them all had red eyes. They were originally men with swords licking blood, and they had done the most desperate work. They dared to fight wild beasts with bare hands, and dared to hold wolves and bite each other. They usually spoke at odds with each other.
We've done a lot of stupid things where we got mad at each other and drew knives at each other.
But in front of them, the man who had fought with the Fei Lie people in Longmen Border City for more than ten years, who had been bitten by wolves dozens of times, and who had fought hard for three days and three nights without even making a sound, appeared in front of everyone.
In front of them, when they just burst into tears without any image, they found that they were as weak as women at this time!
No one is ashamed of this.
They know better than anyone else what a home that is not rich but warm enough means to Lao Xiong and these men present.
The short mercenary's eyes were red. He turned to look at Sally and stretched out his hand holding the gold coin: "Sally, tell me, is it enough?"
"Usually the first-level flame magic pattern is two hundred Jinlulang. Lao Xiong has collected one hundred and sixty, and your money is almost the same." Sally said: "However, now I don't know if any magic pattern master is willing to take it.
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"Damn it, I don't want you to be here anymore! I don't believe it, even if you give me enough money, there are still people who don't want to earn it!" A mercenary squeezed out.
"Yes!" another mercenary shouted: "Whoever accepts our mission is our friend! If you dare to show off and refuse to accept it, leave the mission hall, don't blame..."
Before the mercenary finished speaking, he heard Sally, who had turned back to the counter, exclaim after calling up the mission entrusted by Lao Xiong among the densely packed mission array.
"One hundred and sixty Jin Lulang, someone picked it up! And it's been completed!"