The old continent was rich in mercenaries. Among them were peasants who couldn't survive and went out to try their luck, veterans from various countries, wandering knights who were fired by the Knights, extraordinary people with low talent, and illegitimate children of nobles who had no inheritance rights.

No matter what your origin or belief, as long as you are willing, you can become a mercenary. Mercenary Guilds in major cities will serve you wholeheartedly.

Most newcomers will be rated based on their past experiences after entering the industry. Those who have been on the battlefield and have combat experience will naturally be more popular, especially those who are extraordinary and knights from the Knights, who are extremely popular.

The little nobles who bring their own weapons and armor are also the favorite newcomers of the mercenary group. When they are alive, they often rush harder than others for honor, and shelter the veterans from the wind and rain. When they die, the benefits may be more than a task. The mercenaries never feel that the things on the dead are dirty.

You can only farm? Never hold a weapon? It doesn't matter. As long as you have healthy limbs, those mercenary groups will welcome you, keeping food and accommodation. If you have combat tasks, you can settle the compensation on a day. If you fight for a day, you can farm for a month, as long as you can complete the task alive.

The Mercenary Guild is a magical organization. They are supported by the Temple of War, but the Temple of War itself does not participate in the management of the Guild. The entire Mercenary Guild runs independently. The Temple of War just ensures that external forces will not interfere with its operation.

Some people say that this is the embodiment of the wisdom of the God of War Campas. If it were not for this non-interference attitude, would the mercenary guild grow and grow, but the booming mercenary industry has provided objective beliefs for the God of War.

Even if you fight for money, as long as you are brave, Campas will protect your soul; on the other hand, even if you are selfish and want to survive on the battlefield, you will not hesitate to push your friendly forces to the enemy's sharp blade, Campas will not blame you.

War has never been a great and glorious existence. The god of war Campas preached noble behaviors in war and accepted those vulgar behaviors for life. However, he firmly opposed the massacre that was meaningless and only wanted to satisfy the bloodthirsty desire.

The army that does this will arouse the anger of the God of War Campas. The Temple of War is not a charity group. There are many troops from a certain principality in the history of war in the old continent, which will slaughter the city to celebrate, and then be wiped out by believers of the God of War on the way back.

In fact, the largest mercenary battle group active in the old continent is the direct mercenary group and the Fearless Group of the Temple of War.

No one knows how many people there are in the Fearless Group. On weekdays, they are mostly scattered around to accept tasks on the scale of individuals or teams. If they encounter large tasks, they will quickly form groups according to their needs. At most, the Principality of Sarion paid a sky-high price and hired 12,000 people from the Fearless Group at one time.

The Fearless Group has never accepted the most popular mission on the old continent now, because a very prestigious member of the Temple of War, Pastor Richard, did not allow the Fearless Group to tide in the muddy waters far south.

The current leader of the Fearless Group expressed respect for the instructions of the former leader and would not accept that mission.

But other famous mercenary battle groups on the old continent were all crazy about the mission in Far South!

The Golden Group, the largest mercenary group known, has sent one-quarter of its personnel to Yuannan as a vanguard army. There were a total of 2,500 professional soldiers, and forty were used for large ships alone.

It is said that the gold group's mission bounty was a full fifteen carts of gold pulled out of the Temple of Wealth alone. People say that the gold group has truly become a gold group this time!

The second son group, who were well-equipped and brave in combat, also boarded a large ship to the far south. Most of their members were second sons and illegitimate sons from aristocratic families who had no inheritance rights. They could not feel the warmth of home in their family, but found brothers in the battle group who were in the same situation as them.

They proved with their blood that they were not useless waste and would continue to prove it. There are rumors that the top leaders of the second son group were all illegitimate sons of the kings of major priests.

This time, the second son regiment was willing to fight for money. All of them were cavalrymen, coming and going like the wind.

But none of them did not have the first Wanderer Group to set out fast. It was a mercenary group composed entirely of the lower-class people. Only a few extraordinary people who volunteered to join as officers made their reputation relying on rigorous discipline and indifference to casualties.

At this time, the battleships of the Wanderers' Warships had approached the Far South Continent. They were the first to accept this task. As early as a year ago, the Woking Church became the major shareholder of the Wanderers' Warships and had been secretly arming the warships.

In the past year, they have equipped a large number of gunpowder weapons, from muskets to artillery. They are secret weapons of the Woking Church and are now proficient in how to use gunpowder weapons and their supporting formations.

No one can suspect that these soldiers who fought to change their destiny were strong, with strong advances and retreats, and had rich experience in commanders. As long as they completed the mission in the south, most members of the battle group could return to their hometowns, take their beloved village women, and buy a few acres of fertile land to live a happy life.

As long as they can kill all the Cyris.

"Get up, get up!" Charles is a warrior, extraordinary, and one of the commanders of the Wanderers' Chapter. He used to be an infantry commander, and at the most he commanded two hundred people. The days before the Wanderers' Chapter were hard, and the personnel flowed relatively large. At the worst, he had seven people left.

But they survived, and now there are 3,000 people in the entire Wanderer Group, and Charles alone has 250 people, all of whom are Musketeers.

Charles walked into the cabin wearing brand new armor. The fishy smell almost made him contribute yesterday's supper. Ocean voyage was so painful that no one could suppress the symptoms of seasickness.

He suppressed his disgust and kept hitting the edge of the bed with his sword, calling out the good guys: "Everyone gets up and moves, and go to the deck in batches to breathe. We are almost seeing Yuannan. I want each of you to cheer up and be in a neat queue when you get ashore!"

"Boss, let us go, I want to have a sleep down to earth now." The pale-faced soldier joked with Charles. They were all old mercenaries who had known each other for more than a year, and there was not such a clear boundary between superiors and subordinates.

"Kill a few more Seris people, and you will be able to sleep with the biggest breasted woman in the village when you get home!" Charles laughed and scolded, turned around and walked on the deck along the narrow stairs: "Come on, or the gunners will go to let the wind out first, and when you go up you can only smell their farts!"
Chapter completed!