But at this time, someone else walked in.
A dark-red Beastman emitting a terrifying aura walked at the forefront, followed by three young mages. They were all in their late twenties, but they were already High Mages.
"Yema!"
"Jasend!"
"Hanks!"
Orson and Henri were stunned. These were the three most outstanding High Mages of the Temple Knight Mercenary Group.
'Why are they here?'
"High Mage Merlin, since the Heaven Enlightening Mercenary Group doesn't welcome you, it would be better for you to come to our Temple Knight Mercenary Group. Okland's number one mercenary group doesn't even have the most basic credibility, they are a disgrace to the mercenary industry …" After coming in, Yema didn't even glance at Orson and directly invited Lin Yun.
"Haha …" Lin Yun chuckled, his gaze sweeping over Orson and Henri, but he didn't say anything.
"Yes, High Mage Merlin, you are a friend of Lord Xiuban, a guest of our Temple Knight Mercenary Group, how could you stay in this kind of place …" Hanks and Jasend nodded.
The reason why the three young mages were so respectful to Lin Yun was because of the Draconic Beastman. In their eyes, a friend of Lord Xiuban was a friend of the entire Temple Knight Mercenary Group.
Disrespecting Lord Xiuban's friend was disrespecting Lord Xiuban …
The entire Temple Knight Mercenary Group had seen the Draconic Beastman sweep through everything in his path. In the eyes of mercenaries, the strong were respected, and the power Xiuban displayed had thoroughly convinced them. Now, the entire Temple Knight Mercenary Group was fanatically worshipping the Draconic Beastman.
Even Vice Leader Dean attached great importance to the Draconic Beastman and wouldn't miss any opportunity to rope him in.
'Shit!'
Xiuban almost cursed as he fiercely glared at Hanks and the others.
'Lord Xiuban?
Calling him so intimately, you will kill Lord Xiuban!
'If Sir Merlin mistakenly thinks that Xiuban isn't loyal and the Temple Knights poached him, it would be very troublesome …'
"Sir Merlin …" Xiuban's hands were sweating as he looked at Lin Yun with fear. He then explained in a low voice, "I-I-I … I'm not too familiar with them, they shamelessly followed me!"
"I'm fine …" Lin Yun smiled and shook his head.
Seeing that Sir Merlin didn't look displeased, Xiuban's thoughts became exceptionally lively. He grinned as he looked at Orson and Commander Henri, inwardly rejoicing in their misfortune.
These two people are really idiots!
It was easy to send Sir Merlin away, but it was hard to invite him back …
Do you know who turned the tide that night when the camps of the three mercenary corps were attacked by the wyverns?
It was Sir Merlin!
If not for Sir Merlin making a move, who knows how many of your Heaven Enlightening Mercenary Group would have died? You might have been completely wiped out. Hmpf, you were only alive because Sir Merlin was in a good mood and casually showed off a few moves …
If not for this reason, would someone as powerful as Lord Xiuban be filled with fear towards Sir Merlin?
After tidying up, Lin Yun's group arrived at the Temple Knights' camp under Orson's stunned gaze. On the way, Xiuban was sweating profusely.
One mercenary after another respectfully greeted him, "Lord Xiuban."
Although this made Xiuban secretly happy …
But he had to be happy at the right time, and Sir Merlin was still next to him!
Lord Xiuban was happy, but if Sir Merlin was unhappy …
"Is Genius very hot?"
Noticing the change in the Draconic Beastman next to him, Lin Yun scratched his cheek. He could naturally guess what the Draconic Beastman was thinking and inwardly cursed, 'Sh * t, am I such a sinister person in this guy's eyes?'
The Temple Knights were very enthusiastic and quickly helped Lin Yun arrange a place to stay. They then took out the Book of Death and started studying the dark characters on it.
In the afternoon, a group of magic beasts attacked not far from the camp. This time, there were over a thousand magic beasts, the lowest of which was level 15. Lin Yun, who was in his living quarters, sensed that there were several dozen magic beasts over level 20 among the thousand magic beasts.
Although there were a lot of them, they didn't have a Wyvern King or a Frost Wolf King commanding them. The magic beasts were in chaos, and their fighting power couldn't compare to the well-trained mercenary groups.
But with so many magic beasts, they couldn't be cleared in a short time.
In the past few days, the three mercenary groups had gotten rid of their estrangement and started working closely together. They were no longer in a hostile relationship. And this change made the members of the three mercenary groups cooperate with each other when clearing the magic beasts.
Although they had been working together for a few days, they were still a bit uncoordinated.
Lin Yun only opened a corner of the living quarters and glanced at the battlefield. The three mercenary groups had the advantage in numbers, and it would take at most a few hours for this chaotic battle to come to an end.
There was no need to make a move, so it was better to focus on studying the Book of Death. He softly shook his head and was about to close the living quarters when he suddenly saw a shadow.
'Variant Black Lizard …'
Lin Yun was startled and immediately put away the Book of Death. Compared to the Variant Black Lizard, studying the Book of Death could be put aside for the time being.
He hadn't expected that his luck would be so good that he would even encounter a Variant Black Lizard.
Variant Black Lizards weren't common.
Their blood could be used to temper Magic Tools and would have boundless benefits for the Magic Tool.
The Variant Black Lizard was only a level 15 magic beast with a dark body and wasn't too powerful. But once it mutated, the Variant Black Lizard's body would turn a reddish-brown color and its speed would increase several dozen times.
The shadow that flashed just now was a reddish-brown Variant Black Lizard. Lin Yun recognized it with a glance.
He cast Haste on himself and rushed towards the Variant Black Lizard. The battlefield was too chaotic, and magic beasts were everywhere, besieging the three mercenary groups without any order. As soon as Lin Yun left the camp, he encountered a dozen low-level magic beasts. He casually cast a few Flame Bursts, and with a loud rumble, the magic beasts were sent flying.
"Damnit!"
Lin Yun suddenly felt an intense killing intent. He looked around and found a silhouette in the distance. That person's body was emitting a special fluctuation that contained both mana and Aura.
Dual Martial Magic Cultivator …
'There's no mistake, it's a Phantom Archer!'
Rolf, who was completely focused on his prey, didn't notice that he had already been discovered. The True Spirit Longbow in his hand was faintly shaking under the rousing of his Aura, and an arrow was nocked on it. The arrow was covered in a terrifying Aura. He was convinced that, let alone a Variant Black Lizard, even a 9th Rank High Mage with all his defenses wouldn't be able to survive if he shot this arrow.
The Variant Black Lizard's blood was too important to him, and he couldn't allow anything unexpected to happen. His bow was already a True Spirit Magic Tool, and he still had seven peak Spiritual Magic Tool arrows. As long as he obtained the Variant Black Lizard's blood and used it to temper those seven arrows, it wouldn't take long before they advanced to True Spirit Magic Tools.
Then, the bow and arrows would form a set of True Spirit Magic Tools, and his power would increase by a whole level.
As the leader of the Red Dragon Mercenary Group, his thirst for power was a lot higher than that of an ordinary person. In a short twenty years, he went from a 2nd Rank Divine Archer to a Phantom Archer. He had always been the core of the Red Dragon Mercenary Group. When he was a 9th Rank Divine Archer, the Red Dragon Mercenary Group was only a small mercenary group in Okland.
But after becoming a Phantom Archer, the Red Dragon Mercenary Group underwent a transformation, and it only took a few years for them to become the 3rd ranked mercenary force in Okland.
This time, the three mercenary forces simultaneously obtained clues about the ruins, and Rolf directly dispatched Sword Saint Susman as well as most of the elites of the mercenary group. But, not long ago, Rolf received news that Vice Leader Susman had been seriously injured during the battle against the Wyvern King.
Rolf had no other choice but to personally go. That mysterious ruins would play a decisive role in the development of the mercenary group, and he couldn't be careless.
What made Rolf pleasantly surprised was that he actually found a Variant Black Lizard in the middle of that chaotic battle! He had searched for a long time without any clues, and he even dreamed of obtaining the Variant Black Lizard's blood, but he happened to encounter it.
He definitely couldn't miss it.
He was quite confident in the accuracy of his arrows. When he was still a 9th Rank Divine Archer, he could guarantee a hundred percent accuracy. Now that he had become a Phantom Archer, and with the amplification of his Aura, it would be difficult for him to miss. Moreover, the arrowhead of a peak Spiritual Magic Tool had accuracy, speed, and other special attributes.
With such ample preparations, he felt that nothing unexpected would happen.
The arrow flew out, its speed faster than sound as it flew towards the Variant Black Lizard!
A hundred meters …
Fifty meters …
Twenty meters …
Ralf could clearly see the trajectory of the arrow. His heart seemed to be rushing towards the Mutated Black Lizard along with the arrow. However … when the arrow was less than five meters away from the Mutated Black Lizard, an Ice Wall suddenly appeared, causing the arrow to stop …
'Damnit, which scoundrel is trying to snatch my Variant Black Lizard!'
In a flash, Rolf was filled with anger, but he sneered. The person who attacked was truly ungrateful. How could an Ice Wall block his arrow?
From the mana fluctuations emitted by the Ice Wall, Rolf instantly judged that the person who attacked was only a 2nd Rank High Mage. 'Truly ridiculous, even an Archmage's Ice Wall is nothing in front of my arrow. This isn't Rolf being conceited, but rather the confidence of a Phantom Archer.'
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