Ever since the collapse of the Crete Empire, the Holy Seville Empire had also collapsed in the aftermath of the Plague of the Dead. The entire southwest region of the Holy Seville Empire had become overgrown with weeds, and several provinces had been turned into ruins. The Plague of the Dead had caused great damage to the orcs, and even after a hundred years, it had still not subsided.
A large number of orcs had also begun to migrate to the south. The central province had become a special area where humans and orcs lived together. Many large and small countries had been established there, some belonging to orcs, and some to humans.
After more than a hundred years of annexation and integration, a large number of half-orcs with human and orc blood occupied the dominant position here, and the beliefs of the Faith of the Sun and the Church of Light also became complicated here. With the change of kings and the change of the tide of war, there were constant changes.
In Maple Leaf City, Kingdom of Arabel, Zhongzhou, there was a semi-new tavern. In addition to the signboard of the Red Dragon's Breath Tavern, there was also a wooden signboard of the Mercenary Guild's office.
This was the city that had led to the fall of the Crete Empire. Hundreds of thousands of orc slaves had rebelled, and this was the city that had been their last stronghold. Earl Tito of the Crete Empire had dug up the Nami River and turned it into a vast swamp. Hundreds of thousands of orc slaves had been buried there, as corpses had floated on the surface of the water.
Now, more than a hundred years had passed, and the former province had become the Kingdom of Arabel. Maple Leaf City was no longer the political center here, but a small, dilapidated city that had been built next to the ruins.
On the first floor of this tavern, which also served as the office of the Mercenary Union Office, there were a large number of people wearing leather armor and knight armor, holding long swords and steel shields. There were also bright knights and archers with longbows on their backs.
There were also people who were down and out like vagrants. The entire first floor was in a mess. There were beautiful waiters and scantily clad dancers shuttling back and forth. Under the dancers' short skirts, there was a black cat's tail dancing, bringing with it a special kind of charm. The others more or less had the characteristics of a mixed-blood between humans and orcs.
"Good, good, one more dance!"
"Beatrice, don't be a maid here. Why don't you come with me? I promise you that you will have a good life!"
"Shorty Carlo, you didn't die in Graycastle? Those damn barbarians didn't kill you?"
"Do you think I'll die so easily? My pair of big axes are not for show! "
"Are there any good quests recently? These nobles and kings are fighting non-stop all day long. I'm risking my life for money, yet I'm still so stingy!"
The first floor was noisy and chaotic. Many people were quarreling and cursing, but no one dared to cause trouble here because of the Mercenary Union's name.
The large and small countries in the Central Province formed a situation where they were intertwined with each other. Wars and conflicts constantly broke out, which led to the emergence of a special form of organization. That was the mercenary group. After dozens of years, all kinds of large mercenary groups with thousands of people and small mercenary groups with three to four people were formed. In the end, they formed a special management organization, the Mercenary Union.
At the moment, most of the people in the tavern were mercenaries. Among them, there were almost no ordinary people. At the very least, they were warriors with rich combat experience. At the same time, they also had a large number of Blood Knights. Leaning against a table in the corner, there was a guy in knight armor who looked like the captain. He was obviously a Holy Knight.
Beside him was a young man wearing a white cloak that revealed his chainmail. He was a priest. Hidden in the corner, there were even the shadows of a few apprentices.
If these people had met tens or hundreds of years ago, a life and death duel would definitely have broken out, and they would definitely not give up until their brains were smashed out. However, in this tavern, they maintained peace with each other.
It had been more than two hundred years since the emergence of extraordinary powers. Priests, Holy Knights, and Wizards had begun to appear in large numbers. Every kingdom and country had their own groups of priests and Cardinal Bishops who had mastered extraordinary powers. Even in every city and town, there were priests who had mastered extraordinary powers.
The wizards who were originally active on the continent could no longer be as free as they were a hundred years ago. Once they made any move, it would attract a large number of Holy Knights and priests to encircle and suppress them.
At the same time, the baptism ceremony of priests and the inheritance of Holy Knights were not as strict as before. A large number of idle priests and wandering Holy Knights were also scattered outside. Although these people were still loyal to their respective gods, they did not belong to any force.
At the same time, because of the popularization of extraordinary powers, they also lost their usual high and mighty attitude. These ordinary wizard apprentices, priests, and knights were not as valued as before.
After all, even a small town had its own church and priest. In a small city in the orc kingdom, there was a team of Holy Knights. Some priests and Holy Knights who were unwilling to stay in some small villages and were bound by the rules chose to leave.
Therefore, a special situation was formed in the central province. All the Holy Knights, priests, and wizards who had mastered extraordinary powers formed their own mercenary groups or mercenary teams here to survive and make a living in this special land of the central province.
On the other hand, the second floor of the tavern was more formal and formal. There was a reception desk and guards on duty. All the mercenaries stood there obediently, watching the new characters appear, or checking their levels and questions at the front desk.
"I've accepted a mission. It's a big mission, one hundred gold coins. It's a gold-level mission. Go to the Misty Forest and capture a magical beast cub!"
"The Dean Duchy is in chaos again. Grand Duke Dean is recruiting mercenary groups and mercenary teams to help the Dean Kingdom suppress the rebellion. The cost is calculated by the day …"
"The Red Caltrop Chamber of Commerce is hiring guards to protect them through the Bull Mountain Range, through the Kingdom of the Church of Light, and finally to the Kingdom of Mara. Mission evaluation: bronze level …"
"The Viscount of the Hags Territory has issued a bronze mission to investigate the strange things that happened in his territory. If you want to take it, hurry up and take it!"
Inside the mission hall, it seemed to be very busy. Missions were constantly being posted, and letters were also arriving. The Mercenary Union used messenger ravens to communicate with each other. These messenger ravens were a type of messenger bird that was bred from the wind ravens. Although they didn't have extraordinary powers like the wind ravens, they could still speak and act as messengers like the wind ravens.
It was said that this method was originally used by wizards to communicate with each other. With the popularization of the method of breeding messenger ravens, it gradually became popular among various kingdoms.
At the same time, wind ravens, which could speak and were loyal to humans, had become a very popular noble pet on the mainland. Every wind raven cub and egg could be sold at a sky-high price in the auction house.
Lynn Ahenaten was wearing an armor that was polished to the point that it could reflect light. He stood in the mission hall, and behind him was a two-meter-tall half-orc with two curved goat horns. His ferocious face was as scary as a demon if one met him on the road in the middle of the night.
Lynn Ahenaten was a native half-orc in the central province. His mother had some blood of the werecats, and he was a descendant of the orcs who fled from the north to the central province because of the undead disaster.
This could be seen from his strong body and the patterns on his face. Under the influence of his mother, Lynn Ahenaten joined the Knight Preparatory Group in the town when he was a teenager. Later, he was selected by the town's Paladin, and received the inheritance when he was a teenager. He swore to become a Paladin.
What was more special was that Lynn's father claimed to be a descendant of the Ancient King Ahenaten, the son of the Golden Family Ahenaten.
However, the Ahenaten family had disappeared for many years, and Lynn himself didn't believe it. After Lynn became a mercenary, he added the surname Ahenaten to his name in order to show off his noble bloodline. However, not many people believed him. Instead, he was ridiculed and ridiculed by others.
"Wait and see, after we earn money this time, we must build a large mercenary group, and let everyone know my name, Lynn Ahenaten!"
"Wake up, captain! Hurry up and see what good missions we have! We're running out of food!"
Lynn had just carried out a daily morale-boosting campaign when he was interrupted by a small half-orc archer in the team. Few members of the team, who were sitting in a row, paid attention to Lynn. This was a newly formed mercenary team, and the members came from all over the world. There were all kinds of people among the eight of them.
Lynn's mercenary team originally wanted to name them the Golden Dynasty and the Paladin Team, but they were told that there were already two mercenary teams, so Lynn could only name them the Storm Mercenary Team.
"Well, it seems that we really need a big mission with a lot of money!"
"How about this? Escort the exiled prince, Rod Monar, back to the Kingdom of Mara and help him ascend to the throne. Epic level mission. Wow, this reward is not bad. We can get a large territory, the title of earl, and countless cute king's heads (gold coins)! "
Lynn randomly picked a mission, and suddenly saw his companions behind him fall silent. Duwei, the half-orc with goat blood, patted Lynn's shoulder and said, "Well, this is not bad. It has been on the list for more than half a year, and no one has accepted it. No one will compete with us for it. However, if we want to help the exiled prince ascend to the throne, we need to defeat the current King of Mara, who is still sitting on the throne. This king has at least a hundred thousand regular troops under his control!"
"And we, hmm! One, two, three … We have eight people. If one of us fights ten thousand, we're still a few short. Should we recruit a few more people? "
Everyone looked at Lynn as if he was a fool. Suddenly, they felt that their captain was not very reliable. When they were thinking about quitting the team, Lynn laughed and said, "I'm just kidding. I'm talking about the next one. The Red Caltrop Business Group's protection mission. The bounty is quite high. We just need to protect them through the Bull Mountains and into the Kingdom of Mara."
Starting from Maple Leaf City in the Kingdom of Arabel, under the leadership of a young man named Lynn, the Storm Mercenary Team embarked on a journey to begin their first mission.
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