Cyril is not unfamiliar with mercenaries. Many times, before exploring the ruins, wanderers will go to the mercenary union to take tasks near one or several ruins, go with idle mercenaries, or simply temporarily hang up under a large mercenary group and work odd jobs for a while.

After all, for a successful exploration of ruins, it is not just a few days of preparation, but also a lot of funds.

If you take on the next few tasks and complete them successfully, at least you can get some rewards if you fail to explore the ruins and avoid losing all your money.

The figures of mercenaries have been active on the stage of La Rochelle, from guards, treasure hunting, territorial disputes, sieges, and mercenaries everywhere. The mercenaries may each have their own lofty ideals, but there is one thing that does the consensus of all mercenaries:

Under the contract, use money to do business.

Seeing that Cyril had no common language with him, the mercenary was too lazy to talk nonsense with this young man who looked naughty. He returned to his familiar partner and said what the newly-joined boy said, soon there was an unconcealed ridicule from the crowd:

"Save a friend? Don't even think about how much you weigh!"

"That's the undead. Will the undead kill you if you look handsome?"

"Just just a vase. This face looks like it's only a few years old. I guess the hair is not growing in full? I look at the thin arms and legs, and the face is also good, probably..."

Cyril seemed to have never heard of it. It would be fine if he was a member of a large mercenary group, but talking about qualities with these idle mercenaries is obviously a fool - according to unknown statistics, every ten sentences of 50% of mercenaries would have three sentences with X organs or insulting language for every ten sentences.

It is as natural that their curse is trolls eating boosters.

However, what surprised Cyril was that Alina beside him looked as usual. The mercenary's dirty words were never only targeted at one person, but there were quite a few that fell on Alina.

But the girl sat steadily on the horse's back - except for her height problems, she seemed a little clumsy when she got on the horse, and the rest were extremely sophisticated. At this time, she was holding the reins in one hand and the other hand at her waist, where she could change the hilt of the long sword at any time, and she looked extremely vigilant.

"Prepare, we're going to set off." Cyril looked up at the huge suspension bridge and slowly began to lower it, making a rumbling sound. He could soon see the large area of ​​powerless pale and chaotic darkness outside the city from the angle they stood.

"Everyone, repeat the requirements of the mission: scatter the undead's encirclement of the Dragon Legion from behind, take them back to the North Wind Tower, light up magic arrows when returning to the city, and we will answer you, do you understand!"

A small team leader shouted loudly on the top of the city, while the mercenaries below whistled loudly, shouting loudly, "Hurry up, I'm waiting for it and want to shit!" "I'm so stingy, so much nonsense!" and other words did not take the words of the soldiers on the top of the city to their hearts.

Cyril just quietly carried the reins of the horse and watched the suspension bridge slowly landing on the moat. The mercenaries waved their horse whips like showing off, regardless of the fact that no girl next to them watched the flower job they played, they rushed out of the city gate one by one.

He squeezed the horse's belly with both legs. The horse under him raised his head, as if he understood the urgent intention of the temporary master. He ran up with his powerful four hooves, crossed the stone brick at the gate, crossed the wide and long suspension bridge, stepped onto the snow-covered wasteland, and rushed into the night of the Doyin Plain.

The direction of the horses running was exactly the direction when Cyril and Sheldon headed to the entrance of the ruins. It seemed that after the iris broke the spatial connection of the passage, the half-lizard man Acheson crawled out from that entrance.

However, the half-lizard man probably didn't expect that in just over a day, the ice and snow outside suddenly turned into a natural disaster of undead, and then he led his team to retreat to the North Wind Tower, but he was blocked by the undead.

"They are temporarily guarding an abandoned village. The number of people is too large and they are all infantrymen, so they cannot break through the skeletons' encirclement."

As the information sent back by Rangers said, the people of the Flying Dragon Legion will not be in danger for the time being. Acheson showed much higher IQ on the battlefield than usual, and the countermeasures they took were very appropriate.

But this is not a long-term solution. After all, the undead will continue to increase. More ants will bite the elephant to death. Even the lowest-level skeletons can cause damage to the flesh and blood of humans. They can keep it for a while, but not for a lifetime.

What's more, they don't have supplies yet.

They advanced very fast. This was the first time Cyril rode a horse since his time travel, but there was no sense of awkwardness. He steadily controlled himself in the middle of the team. His casual and leisurely riding posture made the mercenaries who had previously underestimated him and couldn't help but put aside some contempt.

This is undoubtedly the effect of riding mastery obtained after being promoted to a quasi-knight. Cyril estimates that the Silver Blade Knight's specialty with riding suffix is ​​a higher riding bonus for mounts that are affinity with humans - after all, the performance of the horse under the crotch is too obedient, which makes him not even necessary to wield the whip.

This relaxed feeling gave him more leisure to observe the surroundings. The black clouds covered the sky and covered half of the green plain, and the black sky seemed to be about to swallow the snow, pressing heavily on it.

Occasionally, you can see a white figure flashing through the snow. They are the rangers who are leaving the city to investigate. They are the ones who have continuously transmitted information back to the North Wind Tower so that the city guards can judge the situation clearly.

This reminded Cyril of his "spotting" skills that he had never improved in his skill bar. Although the wanderer has good ability to detect, this aspect is undoubtedly the specialty of the rangers - those sharp-eyed guys can even see through a slight fluctuation in the shadows, and excellent rangers can effectively target the wanderer.

They moved forward all the way. After about half an hour, the mercenary in the forefront suddenly raised his fists and signaled everyone to stop.

In the darkness not far away, you can vaguely see the outline of an abandoned village. Obviously, you will soon arrive at the temporary shelter of the Dragon Legion. The undead is naturally not far ahead of them.

As soon as they stopped to dismount, a ranger with a longbow came out of the snow beside him, scaring many people. He was obviously crawling in the snow, and when he stood up, he shook the snow on his body.

"Are you here to rescue the Feilong Legion?"

The mercenary in the head nodded. He was a local mercenary in the North Wind Tower and was most familiar with the surrounding environment, so he was the leader of this team.

Then the ranger said with a serious look on his face:

"The situation has changed, they are targeted by the undead."

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