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Noah ignored the weird gazes that were directed at him as he walked into the Mercenary Association building. The man at the receptionist's desk glanced at Noah's short figure with narrowed eyes before letting out a sly smile. "Registration?" "Hmm." Noah's voice, due to his disguise, came out thick and hoarse befitting a middle aged dwarf. The man's smile widened as he nodded. "A mercenary's registration is fairly simple. You must be above the 5th Level of the Novice Stage, you must boast of a decent level of battle experience which will be proven by battling a registered Mercenary. And for the last..." A greedy light flashed in the man's eyes as he proceeded to explain the last requirement.

"Which is it? How can you be a summoner and a Stanwood?" I thought carefully. He could use everything he's learned, anything I told him, against me, against other Necromancers. But- something had to change. He had everything wrong. Could it be the war our families have been fighting for so long has all been because of a misunderstanding? "I was adopted by the Stanwoods. They found me as a baby, they didn't even tell me about being adopted until - I volunteered to take the Test." "The test?" he asked. "When a child with Talent is ready to be recognized as a full Necromancer, they can take the Test. It's a big right of passage for us."

Not yet an animal. A mercenary with a bastard sword suddenly squeezed Vic's shoulder, who never got close to the target, and pushed him back. He moved cautiously towards the prince. He was in no hurry to attack, remembering Vestovoy, where he had recently witnessed how ten Daitra soldiers were killed under the sword of this guy, who decided to irrevocably borrow money from a lone traveler. And now this. The mercenary spat, not knowing whether to believe the prince. In his long career as an assassin, he had never fought the undead. However, it did not matter much, they had to fulfill the order anyway. That is the law.

It might not be his actual death, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t feel real. “Are you okay?” Luka asked, returning to my side after defeating the Golem. “He… I…. He… What…” I stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence, let alone even form a solid thought. “Mercenaries are trained to kill themselves if they are captured. They are insanely loyal to their cause. He was never going to give up who sent him. But I already know.” “Then who?”

it said, A confused jason nodded and said the name while entering the portal, Great!, first illummino now the faery he thought, The light sucked him in and twirled him around for a second before dumping him on raw soil, he groaned before raising his head up, it was not what he expected. The sky was darkened withe the flames of a flying creature that attacked people, shadow warriors fought against men in armour with a flag raised high above that consisted of a rising sun and a flaming torch. For the first time ever, jason experienced a medieval blood bath, the streets were covered with the bodies of men, he watched terra and daren battle a creature that looked half gorilla and the rest of it

AHMET reassured OPHTALIA and headed with his group into the hideout, it was a big camp under the command of an ancient commander called SHEN , he recruited every refused mercenaries from EDEN, now over 500 person in the camp. AHMET and the group waited the night to attack, the plan was easy DOOM will attack the camp to distract them ,ROSY will cover him from far away ,AHMET and ANGY will enter the camp and search the girl, GLORY will wait in the woods and kill everyone who try escape.

​Malakai’s vision blurred with sudden, blistering heat. ​And immediately behind Leia’s carriage... came the nightmare. ​A detachment of unknown, heavy-armored mercenaries marched in brutal formation, wielding thick, iron-studded leather scourges. Trailing behind them in heavy, cold-iron rolling cages were grotesque, deformed creatures—the forgotten prisoners of war from the Hundred-Year War. Chimeras with stitched flesh, mismatched limbs, glowing yellow eyes, and exposed bone whimpered and hissed as the mercenaries lashed cruelly at them with their whips.

I had been an angel who fell from heaven. When I first arrived in the human world, I had no memories and could not tell a red light from a green one. Evelyn Sheridan took me home. She taught me how to dress and how to eat, and she taught me to call her my wife. In our first year of marriage, I handed a guest a glass of dish soap to drink, and she laughed and smoothed it over for me. In the second year, I spent half the night chatting with a goldfish a guest had given us, and her expression stayed dark all evening. By the third year, she no longer smiled at me. She began bringing home a man named Hudson Lowry more often. She said he had a terminal illness and needed my blessing. I agree

“Miss Tulip, you should have a channel to contact those large and medium-sized mercenary groups, right?” “I can indeed get in touch with some of them.” “I want you to help me send a message to those large and medium-sized mercenary groups.” “Mr. Lidell, please tell me more.” "In one week, Red Flame Mercenaries that I founded will set off to attack Dark Cape and take down the Bloodthirsty Mercenaries. Anyone who wants to come to help Red Flames can name their price. Plus, Tyrant will definitely die so I promise there would not be any unexpected harms,” David said seriously.

Then she narrowed her beautiful fox eyes and chuckled: "You can rest assured that you don't need Miao Cao. You will be fine after you have been coated with medicine." "Will it affect my future actions?" Mary Kinson shook her head. "That's good." Zero one nodded slowly. Mary Kinson continued to encourage him to speak: "Where do these mercenaries come from, do you know?" Zero-one said dryly: "Their teeth have been pulled out, and their fingerprints have been worn off. They are old enemies of Edmend Black." Then, he closed his eyes. Mary Kinson doesn't know what to say. Zero One is like a robot. After talking for a few words, all the topics are ended in one sentence.