"Leon! What's happening." Edgar inquired, "It's quite dangerous to leave the group without authorization!"
Edgar's heart palpitated, if he really lost Leon, he really didn't know how to explain to Joel.
Of course Leon couldn't truthfully explain his earlier encounter, even if he did, it was likely that no one would believe him.
"I encountered a spiritual eye demon." Leon explained, "After only glancing at it, I was lost. But fortunately, I have some cards and managed to get rid of the mental control, which is why I followed the footprints of your team."
"I see." Edgar nodded, naturally convinced. Leon's statement like this was indeed impeccable, it was someone who had encountered the existence of the Eye Demon in the Ghost Mountain Range.
Leon let out a sigh of relief, he also knew that Eye Demons were rare elite monsters in the middle of the Ghost Mountain Range.
However, the fact that Leon was actually able to get rid of the Eye Demon's mind control all by himself made Edgar not help but think highly of him.
"In that case, let's split up... Leon, you're going to Xantha City, right? We're heading to Ales City, we'll have to go that way."
Edgar pointed to a road on the side.
"Thank you Chief Edgar, I'll see you later."
"Be on your guard, be more careful when you are alone on the road, the world is not that peaceful, stay away from those strangers. See you later."
Edgar left with the Red Wolf Mercenary Corps, and very thoughtfully left Leon a sturdy and good horse.
It was a bit of a pity that it wasn't a white horse. Leon secretly lamented in his heart.
But he was wrong about one thing, Leon wasn't alone.
Leon pulled out the Dementor Bell from the Eye of God and gently shook it.
A team of necromantic creatures slowly walked out from the Ghost Mountain Range.
There were hundreds of skeleton soldiers, dozens of skeleton archers, dozens of zombie dogs, and a dozen or so ghosts in that entire group.
"What a great thing." Leon slightly lamented, with his mental power, he couldn't control so many necromantic creatures.
Although they were less intelligent compared to the Necromantic creatures directly controlled by Necromancers, they were superior in quantity, and with this team, even if he faced a fourth-order, Leon was confident that he would have no return.
The necromantic creatures controlled by him were different from those wild monsters, and could completely use tactics to wear down higher ranked powerhouses.
This was the terror of a Necromancer.
Looking at the group behind him, now, Leon felt slightly more secure.
But unfortunately, Leon couldn't bring this team into the city, and would only be able to escort him for a while on the way to Xantha City.
...
"Boss! There's a fat goat coming up ahead!"
"Oh?"
"It's dressed nicely, and he seems to be the only one."
Kreon was the leader of the Blood Sea Mercenary Corps, however, apart from the missions issued by the Mercenary Association, he would often earn some other "extra money" as well.
Because of his clean hands, he hadn't been discovered until now.
Kreon pondered, "Could a person ... be some kind of expert?"
"Chief, that guy looks young, topping out at the strength of the second order, and ... aren't you also an expert of the third order?" The subordinate boasted, "Not to mention, our mercenary corps has a dozen people, and that guy, how to look at it is out to run out alone to hunt and roam the aristocrat's son."
Noble.
Kreon thought of those flighty noble lords, sneered, and said, "Then let's go and entertain that noble lord."
"Haha! Good, brothers, get ready to work!"
"The money for tonight's drinks has fallen again."
"Leon! What's happening." Edgar inquired, "It's quite dangerous to leave the group without authorization!"
Edgar's heart palpitated, if he really lost Leon, he really didn't know how to explain to Joel.
Of course Leon couldn't truthfully explain his earlier encounter, even if he did, it was likely that no one would believe him.
"I encountered a spiritual eye demon." Leon explained, "After only glancing at it, I was lost. But fortunately, I have some cards and managed to get rid of the mental control, which is why I followed the footprints of your team."
"I see." Edgar nodded, naturally convinced. Leon's statement like this was indeed impeccable, it was someone who had encountered the existence of the Eye Demon in the Ghost Mountain Range.
Leon let out a sigh of relief, he also knew that Eye Demons were rare elite monsters in the middle of the Ghost Mountain Range.
However, the fact that Leon was actually able to get rid of the Eye Demon's mind control all by himself made Edgar not help but think highly of him.
"In that case, let's split up... Leon, you're going to Xantha City, right? We're heading to Ales City, we'll have to go that way."
Edgar pointed to a road on the side.
"Thank you Chief Edgar, I'll see you later."
"Be on your guard, be more careful when you are alone on the road, the world is not that peaceful, stay away from those strangers. See you later."
Edgar left with the Red Wolf Mercenary Corps, and very thoughtfully left Leon a sturdy and good horse.
It was a bit of a pity that it wasn't a white horse. Leon secretly lamented in his heart.
But he was wrong about one thing, Leon wasn't alone.
Leon pulled out the Dementor Bell from the Eye of God and gently shook it.
A team of necromantic creatures slowly walked out from the Ghost Mountain Range.
There were hundreds of skeleton soldiers, dozens of skeleton archers, dozens of zombie dogs, and a dozen or so ghosts in that entire group.
"What a great thing." Leon slightly lamented, with his mental power, he couldn't control so many necromantic creatures.
Although they were less intelligent compared to the Necromantic creatures directly controlled by Necromancers, they were superior in quantity, and with this team, even if he faced a fourth-order, Leon was confident that he would have no return.
The necromantic creatures controlled by him were different from those wild monsters, and could completely use tactics to wear down higher ranked powerhouses.
This was the terror of a Necromancer.
"It's been a long time since I've been to a brothel, I can finally have a good time today, the little money earned by mercenaries is not enough to eat a full meal ..."
When Leon saw a group of people riding towards him, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
On the spur of the moment, Leon turned his horse around and retreated the same way.
"That kid is running away!"
"Haha! No rush, surround him!"
"He won't be able to run away!"
The Blood Sea Mercenaries spread out and chased after Leon.
The smile at the corner of Kreon's mouth grew thicker and thicker, he liked the last dying struggle of his prey the most.
At this moment, Leon had already run up a small hill and stopped.
"Eh? Why isn't that kid running anymore?"
"Hehe, probably because he knows he can't run away and is ready to give up resistance."
Suddenly, Kreon felt something was wrong, he seemed to see that two silhouettes emerged from that kid's side.
And that kid, actually slowly raised his hand and swung it forward.
That was the gesture of releasing an arrow!
"There's an ambush! Retreat quickly!"
Kreon shouted, but it was too late as a rain of arrows showered down towards them.
Every single skeleton archer was of the second rank, under Leon's command, they only needed to keep stringing and drawing their bows, and although the number of skeleton archers was small, they shot out a large and majestic rain of arrows.
"It's been a long time since I've been to a brothel, I can finally have a good time today, the little money earned by mercenaries is not enough to eat a full meal ..."
When Leon saw a group of people riding towards him, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
On the spur of the moment, Leon turned his horse around and retreated the same way.
"That kid is running away!"
"Haha! No rush, surround him!"
"He won't be able to run away!"
The Blood Sea Mercenaries spread out and chased after Leon.
The smile at the corner of Kreon's mouth grew thicker and thicker, he liked the last dying struggle of his prey the most.
At this moment, Leon had already run up a small hill and stopped.
"Eh? Why isn't that kid running anymore?"
"Hehe, probably because he knows he can't run away and is ready to give up resistance."
Suddenly, Kreon felt something was wrong, he seemed to see that two silhouettes emerged from that kid's side.
And that kid, actually slowly raised his hand and swung it forward.
That was the gesture of releasing an arrow!
"There's an ambush! Retreat quickly!"
Kreon shouted, but it was too late as a rain of arrows showered down towards them.
Every single skeleton archer was of the second rank, under Leon's command, they only needed to keep stringing and drawing their bows, and although the number of skeleton archers was small, they shot out a large and majestic rain of arrows.
Looking at the group behind him, now, Leon felt slightly more secure.
But unfortunately, Leon couldn't bring this team into the city, and would only be able to escort him for a while on the way to Xantha City.
...
"Boss! There's a fat goat coming up ahead!"
"Oh?"
"It's dressed nicely, and he seems to be the only one."
Kreon was the leader of the Blood Sea Mercenary Corps, however, apart from the missions issued by the Mercenary Association, he would often earn some other "extra money" as well.
Because of his clean hands, he hadn't been discovered until now.
Kreon pondered, "Could a person ... be some kind of expert?"
"Chief, that guy looks young, topping out at the strength of the second order, and ... aren't you also an expert of the third order?" The subordinate boasted, "Not to mention, our mercenary corps has a dozen people, and that guy, how to look at it is out to run out alone to hunt and roam the aristocrat's son."
Noble.
Kreon thought of those flighty noble lords, sneered, and said, "Then let's go and entertain that noble lord."
"Haha! Good, brothers, get ready to work!"
"The money for tonight's drinks has fallen again."
Kreon hastily raised his shield to block, but his men were not so lucky, and in no time at all, they were penetrated by rusty bows and arrows, and even if they managed to miss the vitals, they were not far from death.
What kind of person is that guy? And where did these archers come from?
Kreon had already begun to regret, how could he not expect that this seemingly small boy was actually so dangerous.
The death or life of his men didn't matter now, he hurriedly turned his horse around and wanted to flee.
Yes, I'm a third ranked expert, as long as I'm going to run, that brat definitely won't be able to catch up.
However, when this thought had just arisen in his mind, a rotten hand suddenly reached out from the ground under his feet and grabbed the horse's hooves.
The horse fell to the ground with a mournful cry, and Kreon also fell out hard.
"Damn it!"
Kreon cursed angrily, as a warrior of the third rank, this injury from falling off the horse was naturally not on his mind, and after adjusting his state, he immediately spread his legs and galloped up, and was actually a few points faster than even a blazing horse.
But Kreon knows that he can't last long like this, his endurance and horse naturally can't compare.
But as long as he could escape from that guy's field of vision, it would be enough.
What exactly was that guy? Was this a deliberate plot against himself? And when had he gotten himself into trouble with him? Kreon was completely clueless.
It was obvious that he and Leon had only met for the first time, so how could that guy be so well prepared?
Suddenly, the pupils of Kreon, who was running for his life, shrunk.
In front of him, a team appeared, a dozen shield and halberd-wielding skeletal soldiers were slowly surrounding him.
He had already been surrounded a long time ago!
Those skeleton soldiers, completely different from the wild monsters Kreon remembered, they had a neat pace, held their shields in front, rushed at him with halberds erected, and even formed a battle formation, approaching him step by step.
In Kreon's heart, a layer of haze completely clouded over.
Kreon hastily raised his shield to block, but his men were not so lucky, and in no time at all, they were penetrated by rusty bows and arrows, and even if they managed to miss the vitals, they were not far from death.
What kind of person is that guy? And where did these archers come from?
Kreon had already begun to regret, how could he not expect that this seemingly small boy was actually so dangerous.
The death or life of his men didn't matter now, he hurriedly turned his horse around and wanted to flee.
Yes, I'm a third ranked expert, as long as I'm going to run, that brat definitely won't be able to catch up.
However, when this thought had just arisen in his mind, a rotten hand suddenly reached out from the ground under his feet and grabbed the horse's hooves.
The horse fell to the ground with a mournful cry, and Kreon also fell out hard.
"Damn it!"
Kreon cursed angrily, as a warrior of the third rank, this injury from falling off the horse was naturally not on his mind, and after adjusting his state, he immediately spread his legs and galloped up, and was actually a few points faster than even a blazing horse.
But Kreon knows that he can't last long like this, his endurance and horse naturally can't compare.
But as long as he could escape from that guy's field of vision, it would be enough.
What exactly was that guy? Was this a deliberate plot against himself? And when had he gotten himself into trouble with him? Kreon was completely clueless.
It was obvious that he and Leon had only met for the first time, so how could that guy be so well prepared?
Suddenly, the pupils of Kreon, who was running for his life, shrunk.
In front of him, a team appeared, a dozen shield and halberd-wielding skeletal soldiers were slowly surrounding him.
He had already been surrounded a long time ago!
Those skeleton soldiers, completely different from the wild monsters Kreon remembered, they had a neat pace, held their shields in front, rushed at him with halberds erected, and even formed a battle formation, approaching him step by step.
In Kreon's heart, a layer of haze completely clouded over.