Pokemon phobia

Tyron drove the pony carriage blessed by his magic patterns day and night, crossing plains and swamps, crossing rivers and lakes, and turning around rugged mountains. It took a whole month to finally arrive at Kanado, which Ange said belonged to his father. Duchy of Grace.

At this moment, Mr. Priest's injuries are almost healed, and he was frightened by Tyron's god-like driving skills, and he immediately said: "It's good to get here! I really don't need to go to the imperial capital, I still want to take this opportunity to go home one trip!"

Tai Lun was noncommittal, and immediately rejected Anger's invitation to visit his house and left alone.

Ange told him before that his family would definitely thank him, but afterward Tai Lun thought about it carefully and felt that he didn't have to expect much from the reward he promised.

First of all, he was in a hurry, and he seldom took Ange's feelings into consideration on the way. A less-tempered employer would definitely want to refuse to pay such an extremely poor service attitude; The help is not as great as the grace of saving lives, and Ange's family will never thank him too much; finally, the most important thing is that he noticed the war employment issued by the royal family of the Berland Empire throughout the empire on the road.

The so-called war employment refers to when a country decides to launch a war against another force, but cannot fully rely on the strength of its own army for various reasons, it decides to use money or titles to lure free mercenaries to accept employment and join the war.

The final reward of this kind of employment is not fixed, but calculated according to the contribution made by individual mercenaries - of course, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to achieve such detailed statistics, so only the most outstanding few will receive special awards , and the rest can only get an evenly distributed remuneration.

But this time, the target of the Beran Empire's conquest is the lizardman tribe at the junction of the northwestern border of the Beran Empire and the Northland Glacier.

According to the recruitment list, it was a giant lizard tribe whose size was comparable to that of a country. There were tens of millions of lizards living in it, and they often invaded and harassed the northwestern border of the Berland Empire.His Majesty Bolan 170 I of the empire was extremely angry about this, so he promised an astronomical sum and the title of earl of the empire to hire a large mercenary group to assist the imperial army in destroying the group of robber orcs.

Tai Lun is very clear about how many things are stored in the treasury of these powerful ancient countries - if he can really make some great contributions in the employment, then at least half of the precious magic materials he needs can be collected at one time.

Generally speaking, this kind of large-scale war employment will only accept mercenary regiments with more than a hundred people to join for the convenience of management, but this rule can't stop mercenaries who really want to join at all.

Tai Lun casually entered a tavern with worn-out weapons hanging at the door, and immediately saw dozens of mercenaries who were recruiting unconditionally.And soon, someone noticed him, and asked, "Brother, are you also a lone mercenary who wants to participate in the Lizardman War? Do you want to join our lone wolf mercenary group?"

After getting an affirmative answer, the man asked Tyron to go to a place outside the city to find their mercenary foothold, and when Tyron arrived there, nearly a thousand mercenaries had already gathered around the foothold.He also noticed that not far from a hill, there were new wandering mercenaries who arrived in another group of mercenary gathering places and were registered by those people.

Tyron can fully deduce from it how many mercenaries who have been dazzled by wealth and power have decided to join this war.

"Are you also here to join the Lone Wolf?"

Tai Lun turned to look at the middle-aged man in leather armor who leaned over to take charge of the registration, and nodded.He didn't intend to step on the front line of the battlefield himself this time. In fact, unless he showed an inhuman combat power comparable to that of a Forbidden Curse Mage, he wouldn't be able to accumulate military merit much faster than others.

The middle-aged man kept his head down and wrote on his notes. He saw Tai Lun nodding from the corner of his eye, so he casually asked, "Name, specialty?"

"Taron, pharmacist."

The middle-aged man's writing hand paused, and he raised his head to look at Tai Lun in surprise: "Pharmacist... Well, can I ask, what level of potion do you know how to make?"

Tai Lun calmly replied: "Level nine."

Just like magic is divided into one to twelve stars by the Sage Tower from low to high, potions and magic patterns are also divided into one to twelve levels correspondingly.Regardless of whether it is magic or potion, "ten" is a huge threshold. Any existence that has reached the tenth level will be named "forbidden" to show people's fear of it.

Level nine is already the scariest level that ordinary people can understand.

The middle-aged man's breathing was obviously disordered. He looked at Tai Lun with burning eyes and awe, and said cautiously: "You...please come with me, our team leader will probably want to see you."

The head of the Lone Wolf Mercenary Group is a warrior with seven-star magic patterns engraved on his body. After Tai Lun made a bottle of seven-star magic potion in front of him at a speed that he couldn't see clearly, the head He completely confessed Tai Lun, and the treatment was even better than his own.

Three days later, the Lone Wolf Mercenary Group, whose number had soared to [-], finally began to march northwest.

Tai Lun sat in the carriage of a single-person black iron wooden carriage, looked out from the window, and saw a mighty crowd everywhere, and the long line spread for several miles.His eyes slowly swept across the excited and expectant faces of these humans, and finally he looked back and stopped looking.

These young humans still don't know what "war" is.

They have been blinded by the huge rewards and the blind confidence of having survived the adventure for a long time, and they cannot see that the road ahead of them leads to death.

A long time ago, Tai Lun had led troops on countless expeditions, but even he, who was honored as the "God of War" by the people at that time, would often lose more than [-]% of his soldiers during the expedition.This wasn't his fault, it's just that in many cases, well-trained soldiers still couldn't adapt to the battlefields with climates that were unusual to them. At such times, inviting local mercenaries to join the army would have a miraculous effect.It's a pity that although this method can preserve the strength of the national army, the expenditure on property is too large, which the original Norman could not afford.

It was not until later that the Norman dynasty became a little richer that they began to recruit free mercenaries in those battles where soldiers were easily lost.After all, in the eyes of the ruler, mercenaries are nothing more than a group of cannon fodder that is readily available and inexhaustible. No matter how superficial they are, they just want them to die for the orthodox soldiers.

The mercenaries who died in the war were buried by time, and the surviving mercenaries began to brag about their glorious deeds to their younger generations, and the epic legends of heroes were sung in the mouths of bards... In this way, generations of mercenaries cherished Stepping into the battlefield with longing, never diminished.

Tyron closed his eyes and leaned back on the soft leather upholstery.

However, it didn't take long for the commotion and rumbling thunder coming from outside the window to interrupt his closed-eyed meditation.Tai Lun glanced out, and instantly fell silent at the familiar scene in the sky.

I saw a group of thick clouds churning in the low altitude, as if they were engulfed in a landslide. All the way, lightning, thunder, and gusty wind rushed to the tail of the team at the speed of wild horses, and then headed towards the carriage where Tai Lun was in without stopping. Straight forward!

Tyron: "..."

Why did that cloud spirit catch up again!