Peaceful days had mysteriously arrived. Ever since the Abyss Mercenary Team was almost completely wiped out, no other mercenaries had come to disturb them. This kind of change was really confusing, and they weren't used to it.
Even Gibran didn't know what had happened in Isolated Cliff City. While they were waiting for the battle to begin, the situation in Isolated Cliff City had turned around completely!
Manteco only took Eva and escaped back to Isolated Cliff City, then went to find Dwightsteel of the Dragon Singer Mercenary Team. The two talked for half the night, and the next morning, Dwightsteel invited all the leaders of the top mercenary teams and teams, as well as the head of the Mercenary Association, saying that he had something important to discuss.
Dwightsteel was a decent person, and his Dragon Singer Mercenary Team was the largest and most powerful mercenary team in Isolated Cliff City. He also had a group of good brothers who had gone through fire and water with him, so most mercenaries would give him face.
At the meeting, Dwightsteel announced a very unfortunate piece of news. The Abyss Mercenary Team and the Red Vanguards Mercenary Team had teamed up to take on the black mission, but in the cruel battle, the enemy magus had displayed a terrifying combat ability. Only Manteco and Eva were able to escape from the Abyss Mercenary Team, while the Red Vanguards were completely wiped out. Manteco had seen with his own eyes that the enemy had used vicious methods to kill the members of the Red Vanguards. Julia and Edwina had also been inhumanely humiliated. The enemy magus had said that she would kill all the mercenaries in Isolated Cliff City, and even use a forbidden spell to completely destroy the city!
Everyone realized that the information they had received was seriously inaccurate, but at this point, there was no point in regretting it. They could only try to find a way to salvage the situation.
This was a world where power reigned supreme! Almost all of the lords, big and small, were top-level masters, and some were even super masters of the twelfth level!
If they didn't know how to fight, there would naturally be people who knew how to fight; if they didn't have money, there would naturally be merchants who would help them; if they didn't know how to deal with politics, there would naturally be people who knew how to deal with it; if they weren't ruthless enough, indecisive, or didn't know the ways of the world, there would naturally be smart people who would help them. As long as they had enough power, they would have everything!
For example, although Dismark and Zagunéd were sworn enemies, their experiences were somewhat similar. Dismark was originally an illegitimate child and wasn't valued at all, but after he became a top-level master, the people who belonged to his brother's and younger brother's sphere of influence all drew close to him, and in the end, he took over the ruling power almost without shedding a drop of blood. Zagunéd was an orphan, and even he didn't know who his parents were or where they were. Because he was a Dark Druid, he was treated with hostility wherever he went. The world was so big, but there was no place for him to stand in. In the end, he was forced to go to the Abyss World alone, and after a year, he returned to the surface with countless soldiers and established his own principality. The warriors of the Abyss World were willing to rely on him because he broke through the bottleneck and became a top-level master in that one year of experience.
The gap between a Tenth Level master and a Eleventh Level master was huge. The former still maintained a conventional fighting style, while the latter had mastered high-end attack power.
Facing the raging fire of the Magic Crystal Cannons, ignoring hundreds of conventional magic attacks and long-range attacks, advancing bravely and unstoppably. Facing the Magic Crystal Cannons' raging fire, one person, one spell, could easily destroy a fortress's entire defense system. Roaring and fighting in the midst of a Dragon Breath that could melt steel. Releasing a finger slightly, one could silently kill a powerhouse thousands of meters away, or even tens of thousands of meters away. One pitiful sigh could revive a dying person's vitality. These were all things that only a top-level powerhouse could do!
In every battle that concerned the future of countless people, there would always be the figure of a top-level master. They would make a critical strike at the critical moment, and then these stories would become legends.
Most of the time, a Tenth Level master could only be a bystander, and was only fit to be a bystander.
The reason why strength was valued more than anything else was because of the awe of high-end attack power, and 'fear' was far greater than 'respect.' Relying on an equally powerful lord, people would have a sense of security.
The mercenaries knew that their opponent was a Magister, but they still dared to accept the black task. On the one hand, it was because of their greed for the dragon crystals. On the other hand, the special envoy of Lord Fossa did a very good job. He concealed a lot of information that might change the mercenaries' attitude, and tried to highlight the naivety and ignorance of the Magister. Moreover, the master behind him, Fossa, was a veritable Twelfth Level master. Although the two places were far apart, and the mercenaries did not know the situation in Fatto City, at least they had heard of Fossa's illustrious reputation. They thought that the Magister had offended Fossa and was doomed. At most, they could be regarded as accomplices to the villain and make a fortune for themselves.
The mercenaries were just a civilian group. What they cared about were the fluctuations in the price of magic crystals, the tasks, and the movements of other mercenary groups. They would never target a lord, and naturally, they would not collect relevant information early on.
At the meeting, some of the leaders of the mercenary groups clamored for Lord Fossa's special envoy to come out and give an explanation, but Dwightsteel's few words made them speechless. They had already offended a Magister. Were they going to offend both sides?
Dwightsteel's attitude was very firm. The Magister had become a huge threat. Even if they did not want to avenge their companions, they had to consider the future of Isolated Cliff City. They had to work together!
Dwightsteel's words were very persuasive, but just before the vote, the captain of the Reaper Mercenary Team, Winston, suddenly stood up and announced that he would withdraw. His reason was that he did not want to die without knowing why, and he did not want to attack his own friends.
The mercenaries who participated in the meeting were very surprised, and they all asked Winston to explain himself. Winston reluctantly explained a few words, but what he threw out was a bombshell!
Winston said that attacking a group consisting of a Dragon Slayer and a Magister was no different from suicide, and that the Dragon Slayer was his friend. Winston also said that the Magister was the daughter of Lord Fossa's archenemy, Grand Duke Solomon of the Capital of Elements. Winston finally said that Grand Duke Solomon knew what had happened in Isolated Cliff City and was extremely angry. Now, Solomon's second son, Edison, had already brought people to Isolated Cliff City. Because the Reaper Mercenary Team had accepted the mission issued by the Vice Principal of God's Language Magic Academy, they had left a good impression on each other. Therefore, after entering the city, they found the Reaper Mercenary Team and were now in the Reaper Mercenary Team's base.
Winston's attitude was even more resolute than Dwightsteel's. His mission was to protect those people, and no matter what the situation was, he had to complete the mission, even if it meant starting a war with anyone.
Winston's words caused an uproar in the meeting room. The pale-faced Manteco didn't say a word. In fact, he believed more than anyone that there was a Dragon Slayer among those people!
Some of the smarter mercenaries began to calculate the losses they had suffered in the past few days, and the person in charge of the Mercenary Association also announced some things. When they added up all the information they had, they came up with a shocking result. Because of this black mission, Isolated Cliff City had lost almost a thousand mercenaries, including many high-ranking ones. This was only the number they knew. The mercenaries who had accepted the black mission and never returned, and the ones who wanted to take advantage of the situation or sneak in were impossible to calculate. Who knew how many of them there were!
Dwightsteel was extremely shocked and immediately announced that the meeting would be suspended and reconvened in the afternoon. He then tried his best to persuade Winston to stay, as well as a few other powerful mercenary leaders, and they all walked into the secret room. No one knew what they talked about, but the meeting in the afternoon ended without a conclusion. Manteco was also asked to leave the Dragon Singer Mercenary Group's base. It was said that Dwightsteel's subordinates had been rather rude to him.
This news quickly spread throughout Isolated Cliff City, and the once popular black mission suddenly became the most unpopular one. Dragon crystals were precious, but it was better to stay alive to enjoy the fruits of their labor. Rather than fight a Dragon Slayer and a Magus, it was better to go find a giant dragon! The Abyss Mercenary Team, the Red Vanguard Team, the Forest Tigers, and so on, were all cruel examples!
Sylvia's original home was guarded by hundreds of mercenaries every day, hoping that Sylvia or Morrisons would suddenly appear, but in the short span of one afternoon, they all scattered like birds and beasts. If Sylvia appeared in the city right now, she would definitely become the target of countless mercenaries.
The Mercenary Association also began to study the contract signed by Sylvia. According to the rules, since Sylvia hadn't appeared to cancel the mission, it meant that the mission had failed. They should confiscate Sylvia's property and give it to the merchants who had suffered losses. But rules were dead, and people were alive! Even if those unlucky merchants could be revived and returned to Isolated Cliff City, they might not be able to get anything back.
On one side was an inconspicuous merchant group from Holy Crown City, and on the other was a powerful Dragon Slayer. For a smart person, or a group of smart people, it was easy to make a choice between the two.
But Han Jin didn't know what was happening in Isolated Cliff City. One day, Han Jin leaned against an old tree and stared blankly at his palm. There were three Earth Magic Crystals in his palm, the last of his reserves!
After Edwina was captured, she had been robbed of everything she had. Even her weapons had fallen into Manteco's hands, not to mention the magic crystals she had bought.
Sunier stood to the side and looked at Han Jin sympathetically. She had been accompanying Han Jin in a daze for a long time. She had seen with her own eyes how many times Han Jin wanted to put the magic crystals into his mouth, but then reluctantly put them down. Now, everyone knew that Han Jin was in urgent need of magic crystals. Since they had nothing else to do, Yalina, Gibran, and the others went out hunting every day. When one was unlucky, even drinking cold water would get stuck in one's teeth. In fact, Yalina and the others had gained a lot. They had even killed an extremely rare ninth-grade holy animal, a thunderbird that could release powerful lightning. However, they couldn't find any fourth-grade or fifth-grade holy animals.
"What should we do tomorrow …" Han Jin murmured helplessly. "Should we go back?"
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