On the south side of the Macard Mountains, a team of human mercenaries walked carefully under the guidance of light hounds.

"Hurry up! Everyone cheer me up! If you let those two goals run away and lose this big list of churches, let alone the bonus, I will deduct half of your salary this month! I said Simpson!"

The mercenary commander "Mad Wolf" Simpson waved the long sword in his hand and turned his head to intimidate everyone behind him.

Seeing his subordinates speeding up their pace without saying anything, Simpson nodded with satisfaction and inserted his long knife back into the sheath.

I wasted a lot of energy and had to leave for countless connections before I grabbed this big order from a group of animals.

After chasing for nearly half a month, I can't let this duck fly away!

Looking up at the moon wheel hanging in the center of the sky, Simpson couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth.

If you can win this order, you can get at least 400 Golden Eagle Coins from the bonuses you pay for the bishops and the bonuses you have from your bastards.

Well, after I finished this ticket myself, I took the initiative to go to Black Agate City. Although backlit people are not popular, as humans, they are still very popular in the underground world, especially among the black-skin elves.

I also got that strange thing in the ruins last time. Even Old John couldn't identify its source. It was a good thing, so I took action.

Adding up these should not be difficult to replace the seven or eight hundred Golden Eagle coins.

This money, coupled with my savings over the years, is more than enough to donate a baron title in Scana City, and the rest is enough to buy a pretty good villa in the aristocratic area.

Simpson began to fantasize about his future life happily. At that time, when his mortal enemies saw him, they would bow down and salute respectfully, and then shout "Dear Baron" to him.

Haha, it feels sour when I think about it.

What's the point of being a barbaric mercenary? Being an elegant noble master is the king!

“Woo woo…”

At the front of the team, the light hunting dog used to track suddenly stopped, bent up, and roared in one direction.

"Boss, this guy has discovered the target!"

The tall and thin mercenary holding the light hound looked surprised, turned his head and whispered to Simpson.

"What's the hurry! Be cautious and no big mistake. Let that boy Henry come here for me!"

Soon, a mercenary dressed in scout came to Simpson in a trot.

"Head, you call me?"

"Our little cutie seems to have discovered the target." Simpson pointed to the Light Hound, "You go ahead and explore, be careful, don't alarm the prey."

"Don't worry, head."

Henry nodded, turned around and ran towards the direction indicated by the lighthound.

Soon, Henry returned to Simpson, and the joy on his face could not be hidden.

"Head, the target is not far ahead, exactly the same as the reward image given to us by the Bishop... They are all women! Just right, really!"

Speaking of this, Henry couldn't help rubbing his hands, licking his face, and said in a slim and flattering manner: "Head, do you think..."

"You're thinking about nothing!"

Simpson's face turned black and raised his feet to kick the guy in the ass, kicked the other party staggeringly, and roared in a low voice: "Control what's under you! That's a blood clan. The heresy that the bishop pointed out to be purified. Do you dare to touch it? As for the backlighter, I'm going to sell it to Black Agate City to earn more pocket money for everyone. Remember, the original one is the most valuable. Otherwise, if you ask everyone, as long as they are willing to let you touch it, I won't let go of a single fart!"

When Henry heard this, the excitement just now disappeared without a trace.

Just kidding, how could those animals agree unless they were bent...

Ignoring Henry with a frustrated look, Simpson pulled out his long knife, turned his head, and roared behind him:

"Babys, it's time to get rich! I've held all the guys who are eating tightly! Slowly surround me from both wings, be careful not to alarm them! If they are ready to escape, let them taste our big guys!"

"Hehehehe..."

A wave of despicable laughter was heard very far away...

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After Dalia and Philene left the cave, they were speechless.

The pursuit is getting tighter and tighter...

This was their last prayer, and the wooden statue of the god used to pray was buried in a hidden corner of the cave.

Dalia hopes that one day in the future, she will be able to come back here again, pray to God of the Father, and pray to God of the Father for forgiveness of her disrespect.

However, Feirenie, who was standing by, did not agree with her idea.

In Philene's opinion, their Father God... was probably completely dead.

Otherwise, God the Father did not even issue an oracle for these countless prayers over the past thousand years.

In the battle of gods a thousand years ago, God of Father fell, and the backlighters who were blessed by God of Father had to hide from Tibet, wander around, and avoid the pursuit of the church; God of Father's family, the blood clan originally hidden in human society, was constantly caught and burned to death on the cross. The Thirteen Golden Clans, which were once extremely prosperous under the command of God of Father, now only two or three kittens are left...

More and more tribesmen have to migrate to the underground world, but the dark and deep underground is more dangerous and terrifying than the surface. The creatures living here, whether they are the black-skinned elves, gray dwarfs, bear goblins, or terrifying spirit-sucking monsters, are all more difficult to deal with.

Is moving underground really a good choice?

Thinking of this, Philenee couldn't help but turn her head and look in the direction of the cave where they buried the statue of the gods.

"Sister Feirenie, can we...be back?"

Dalia's voice was filled with confusion.

Just as he was about to speak, Ferenie pulled out the sword in her sheath and shouted sternly.

"We...who!!"

Her intuition formed by her repeated trials warned her that it was too quiet here!

"Crazy!"

"Wow! Woo...Wow!!"

A sound came from the surrounding woods, and a hunting dog with a pale white light at its tail first emerged from the thorns and shouted wildly at the two of them.

"Oh no, light hound!"

Philene's face was gloomy. Dalia held the dagger for self-defense tightly, gritted her teeth, and looked at the mercenaries who emerged from the surrounding woods.

"Damn mercenary!"

They were surrounded!

"You two, it's easy for me to find."

As the mercenaries slowly moved away, a mercenary leader with a long sword in his left hand and a small shield came out, and it was Simpson.

Simpson looked at the prey falling into the net, and the desire in his eyes flashed.

When you return to Scana City, you can find a good one if you spend a few more Golden Eagle coins, but this kind of big order is rare. For mercenaries, Golden Eagle coins are everything.

"Surrender, you can suffer less flesh and blood."

This kind of top-quality product will not be sold at a price if it is broken.
Chapter completed!