A magician in his sixties, who was also wearing a white robe, could no longer sit still. He hurriedly said to the person beside him, "Master Juventus, what do you think …"
The person in charge of coordinating with the Cold Shadow City caravan today was the vice president of the Mercenary Association, Juventus. Seeing this scene, he showed a hesitant expression. As the saying went, it was difficult to offend the public, and his power was limited. To put it bluntly, he could tell the mercenaries what they couldn't do, but he had no right to tell them what to do. There were only a few rules in the Mercenary Association, and the mercenaries all knew that. They weren't breaking any rules, and were just expressing their dissatisfaction with the foreign merchants. Even if he went up, he wouldn't be able to do anything.
Seeing that Juventus was silent, the old magician couldn't help but snort coldly. He took out a magic scroll from his space ring and threw it out.
As the magic wave spread out, a row of black dots appeared in the sky. The black dots grew bigger and bigger until they covered the sky above the arena like a dark cloud. The old magician's face showed a proud expression. This was the gargoyle army of Cold Shadow City, and also the pride of Cold Shadow City! In the final battle against the Kuman City, this army played a pivotal role.
In fact, many cities had a rapid response army, such as Wild Willow City's Silver Pegasus, Zagunéd's Vampires, and the gargoyle army, but they all had their own unique characteristics. The Silver Pegasus Army's Pegasus was a variant of the Snowstrider Beast. They had a pair of fleshy wings and could fly for short distances. Within a certain distance, the Silver Pegasus Army's movement speed was extremely fast, and could come and go like lightning. Coupled with the cooperation of the elven archers, their attack power was very fierce. However, their defense was weak. If the opponent had enough troops, the Silver Pegasus Army would often suffer heavy losses.
Vampires also had their own strengths. After they transformed, they could fly for hundreds of miles without rest, and could even join the battle directly. Their combat power was also stronger than that of the Silver Pegasus Army. Strong referred to the fact that they were not afraid of any special forces. Whether it was facing a swordsman's camp, a Knight's regiment, or a group of magicians, they had the ability to fight to the death. Tenacity referred to their endurance. They could fly hundreds of miles and then fight for an entire day without being exhausted. The vampires had unimaginable physical strength. If it had been the Silver Pegasus Legion, they would have collapsed long ago.
In terms of individual combat power, the gargoyles were the weakest, but they still had the ability to look down on everyone else. The scariest thing about them was that the gargoyles weren't living beings. In other words, they were created by the magicians of Cold Shadow City, and Cold Shadow City's biggest advantage was that they could fight a war of attrition. The sky was filled with Gargoyles, while the ground was filled with Stone Golems and Steel Golems. Even if the entire army was wiped out, it wouldn't matter. Before the enemy could even catch their breath, more Gargoyles and Steel Golems would press forward. Of course, Cold Shadow City needed enough magic materials, and that was the main reason why they showed up in Isolated Cliff City! Now that they had finally opened the exit to the Icefield, their leaders were planning for an even bigger war!
The Silver Pegasus Legion and the vampires couldn't do it. If they used up too much of their resources, they would need years, or even decades, to recover. Wild Willow City was currently in an awkward situation because their Silver Pegasus Legion had suffered heavy losses in the war more than ten years ago, and had yet to recover.
Seeing the horde of Gargoyles appear, Juventus' expression changed slightly. "Hogan, what is the meaning of this?!"
"Nothing." Hogan calmly replied, "Since you can't protect us, we can only rely on ourselves to protect ourselves."
Juventus was furious, but he barely managed to control his emotions. He coldly said, "It seems that there is no point for me to stay here." With that, he stood up and left his seat.
Hogan didn't ask him to stay. He believed that he had the ability to deal with any changes. Juventus took two steps, then stepped back and said to Hogan in a mocking tone, "Before I leave, I want to tell you two things. First, you are stupid! Second, you are even more stupid than I thought! "
"You …" Hogan was also angry. He coldly said to Juventus, "Master Juventus, I hope you will remember what you said today!"
"You are still in the mood to question my memory?!" Juventus laughed.
Hogan's gaze turned to the field. He realized that there was a subtle change in the field. The mercenaries were originally sitting in their respective seats, but now they were in a mess. However, that wasn't true chaos. The mercenaries were in groups of a few or a dozen, forming independent teams. There was order amidst the chaos, and no one was panicking. On the contrary, they all looked high-spirited and excited.
In fact, their attitude was fundamentally wrong. Most mercenaries were troublemakers. If they just followed their orders, nothing would happen. If Hogan had just let his subordinates push the slaves onto the stage and let the mercenaries choose, those who felt that their team lacked battle partners and wanted to find a beautiful woman wouldn't be stingy with their money. As for whether they would be treated as a partner or cannon fodder, a female slave or a wife, it all depended on the person. However, if the cannon fodder was brave and loyal, and the female slave was gentle and considerate, things would naturally change. A person who was used to a free environment wouldn't allow their conscience and judgment to be influenced by pressure. In other words, mercenaries liked to follow their feelings.
It could only be said that this strong performance was like shooting oneself in the foot!
"Master Raphael, what do you think of the magicians from Cold Shadow City?" Dwightsteel asked softly.
"I … hate them!" Han Jin slowly replied. He had to say this. Sunier had been holding his hand tightly, as if she thought of him as a bad person and wanted to crush his hand. Han Jin wanted to say that he hated them, but he understood that just 'hate' wouldn't satisfy Sunier.
Dwightsteel and Winston looked at each other. Winston pondered for a moment, then turned to Gibran. "We should set an example for everyone. Gibran, what do you think?"
"You mean … we should do it?"
"We should at least teach them a lesson!"
"I have no problem with that." Gibran smiled coldly. In fact, he and Han Jin were the same kind of people. Julia was standing right next to him, so even if there was a problem, he would still pull out his sword and kill them!
Han Jin and the others began to move, slowly walking down the stairs. The mercenaries had been paying close attention to their movements, and when they saw that Han Jin and the others had the intention of showing up, they became even more agitated.
Dwightsteel, Winston, Gibran, and Han Jin. If the four of them had shown up separately, the impact wouldn't have been as great as it was now. Whether they admitted it or not, the mercenaries all thought that they were the top powerhouses in the mercenary world and were the pride of the mercenaries. With the four of them together, it was equivalent to a huge wind vane!
In fact, the situation in Isolated Cliff City had already been broken by Han Jin. In the past, everyone made their own money and didn't ask for a good relationship with each other, only that there were no conflicts. Even if there were conflicts, they had to find a way to resolve them. They were just independent groups and never had a common goal. Han Jin and Yalina had joined forces to kill many mercenaries who were plotting against them and became famous overnight figures. Moreover, Han Jin also had the identity of a dragon slayer, so no one dared to look down on him. With Dwightsteel and Winston as the representatives, many mercenary groups were trying to get closer to Han Jin. Even the Mercenary Association had lowered their stance. Although this wasn't a common goal, it was at least a common idea. The key point wasn't the difference between goals and ideas, but the word "common".
Seeing the newcomers, Hogan couldn't help but show a serious expression. He wanted to ask Juventus about it, but Juventus had already ignored him after scolding him. At this moment, Juventus had already walked up to greet them. First, he nodded at Dwightsteel and the others. They were old acquaintances, so there was no need for formalities, but he didn't dare to be careless in front of Han Jin. "Master Raphael, what have you been busy with these days? I haven't seen you come out yet. "Juventus smiled.
"I have some new ideas. I need time to think, so I can only stay at home every day." Han Jin also smiled.
At this time, Hogan also braced himself and walked up to greet them. As a magician born and raised in Cold Shadow City, he had received a different set of inheritances, so he didn't know much about the outside world, nor did he care to learn about it. Now that he saw so many powerhouses suddenly walk out, his heart sank.
Although Tenth Grade powerhouses couldn't be said to be unrivaled, they couldn't be underestimated. Dismark's famous Bloody Knight, Gerald, was only at the peak of the Tenth Grade. Discounting Dwightsteel and Winston, just the Red Vanguards alone, Gibran was a Tenth Grade Thief, Cain was a Ninth Grade Great Magician, and Julia and Edwina were both Tenth Grade Rangers. There was no need for them to make a move. Just standing there quietly was enough to make Hogan tremble in fear.
Han Jin walked up to the platform. He was being forced to do something beyond his ability. Sunier had been looking at him with a fanatical and trusting gaze, as if he could save the people if he wanted to … If he didn't do anything, he would disappoint Sunier. Moreover, he also felt that the slaves were very pitiful.
Looking at the giant's corpse, Han Jin sighed softly, then said loudly, "This is a true warrior! He would rather die than wield a butcher's knife on a weak woman! Brothers, come up and carry his body down. He is qualified to receive a grand funeral! "
"I'll do it!"
"I'm willing to serve Master Raphael!"
Following these words, a few mercenaries scrambled up to the platform.
"Wait!" The referee stopped the mercenaries unhappily. "He was our slave when he was alive, and even if he's dead, his body is still ours! What are you trying to do? "
"May I ask, how did they become slaves?" Han Jin asked calmly.
"They were all warriors of the Kuman City. We defeated them, so naturally, they became our slaves!" At the mention of defeating the Kuman City, the referee's face turned arrogant, and he glanced at Han Jin from the corner of his eyes.
"That simple? I understand, "Han Jin smiled." If I defeat you, you'll become my slave, right? "
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