In the central square of Char City, George was praying in the Temple of Death with his Reaper mercenary group.
Considering that the next place where the red dwarves are ambushed is the legendary black dragon's lair, the worst case scenario may be a conflict with the dragon clan. In addition, Gachar's Temple of Death has always been famous, as a member of the death magic and a reaper. The leader of the mercenary group, George solemnly came to this temple to pray for himself and his men.
"The noble God of Death, please accept our tribute and give us the power to win the next victory!"
After George finished reciting the last byte of his prayer, waves of dark energy and corruption spewed out from the depths of the Temple of Death, and the surrounding area of the hall instantly became brighter - wherever the dark energy passed, those mosaics The skulls on the wall were all uniformly ignited with blue bone fire, like countless judges who had just awakened, observing whether this power-hungry ant was qualified to obtain the blessing of the temple.
As for whether George is qualified - the dark energy and corrupt aura did not keep George waiting for a long time. After just a few breaths of pause, these pure energies swallowed up George and his men.
Immersed in this wave, George could clearly feel that the dark energy and corrupt atmosphere lingering around him were gnawing at his body and absorbing his magic power, just like enjoying a sumptuous dinner!
After these dark energies and corrupt auras were "feasted", in return, they used the temple's unique blessing spell to respond to the promise of victory for George - of course, the blessing obtained from this prayer was only enough to last three days. Time, or a fierce battle, or even these cunning energy bodies may have deceived George just to satisfy their own desires. Soon George will know the truth.
Some efforts may not necessarily be rewarded, but some rewards require the blood of the enemy to prove that he is worth the effort!
"Reapers, we have been strengthened, let us complete the last vote of the mercenary group and return in triumph!"
"Yes, leader!"
"Fuck you, Captain!"
"Long live the leader!"
"I love you so much, Captain!"
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Accompanied by the laughter and cheers of his men, George led his Reaper mercenary group and embarked on a journey. What he could not have noticed was that after he left the temple, a well-dressed caveman He also stepped into the magic door hidden above the temple, leaving only a faint breath of law and the magic of curse spells floating in the air, flying into the distance with the wind.
"My name is George...the leader of this gang...if this ant knows what he's doing, that's all. But if he really dares to disturb Lord Narud's enjoyment, then be prepared to die as an apology!"
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The Warfield Mountains are located in the easternmost region of the Negolas Empire, adjacent to Okenath. According to the memories of local elders, if the undead canopy had not occupied the empire's sky decades ago, as long as the weather was good, On a sunny day, if you climb the highest mountain on the east side of the Warfield Mountains, you can find the hometown of the barbarians at the end of the sea level - the seat of the power camp, Staffgard.
"Nowadays, sunny days can no longer be expected. Another group of evil dragons have arrived in the Warfield Mountains. In recent years, the evil dragons have somehow summoned countless three-headed hell dogs as their minions. The mercenary groups who came to conquer them Several batches have died, and the empire has not sent troops, how can we live like this!"
In the veterans' union in Chal City, a one-eyed old man couldn't stop sighing. The war took away his left eye, and his only remaining right eye has some blurred vision. The erosion of the sea wind all year round has caused the damage to his upper eyelids. There is a thick layer of nebula hanging all year round, making it difficult to keep my eyes open even for a while.
However, just after chatting with such a frail old man for a long time, George was impressed by his rich combat experience, and even the wisdom of the old man benefited the well-informed George a lot.
"Our Reaper mercenary group will definitely cut off the head of the evil dragon and avenge the sacrifice of our comrades!"
George patted his chest so confidently, but when he actually arrived at the Warfield Mountains, the scene he saw was...
The corpses of three-headed hell dogs are scattered all over the mountains and plains!
