The laughter was like that of a demon, echoing off the cliffs. The Rose Mercenary Squad clenched their weapons as they looked up, shocked.
There were seven figures on top of the cliff. Although Sivir couldn't see their faces clearly, she could still make out that they were a team of demons, orcs, and forest trolls.
The one in the middle, who was tall and covered by green flames, was giving off a terrifying aura.
"Prepare to fight!" said Sivir gravely. She held the boomerang tightly in her hand, her eyes never leaving her foes.
Among the mercenaries, there was an old saying: "Magical beasts are not nearly as fearful as mercenaries".
A weak mercenary group's days were numbered once it got targeted by a strong one.
Fortunately, under the management of the city lord's castle and the Gray Temple, mercenaries rarely fought with each other. If two mercenary groups had a conflict over a magical beast, it was often settled by a fair duel.
