Novel & Cerita Teenage Mercenary Numbers

I asked, then looked at Sara, “What are our numbers?” Dominique hesitated before responding, “I don't know for now. But the ones I saw moving between territories… It's organized. Too organized. If he's been doing it for years, then I'd say seven or eight hundred.” “Eight hundred?” Sara cut in, her voice wavering, “We only have three hundred able warriors on the ground.” Sara said, handing me a long sheet, their names arranged according to their pack. Alpha Thaddeus cut in firmly, “Then we prepare for more numbers. Anything more is a blessing.”

"What's goin' on Shane?" "Adrianna told me this morning that she wasn't liking school because of the guy that visits her." I can feel Austin tense up beside me and Torque stands from his chair. Torque has never been one for fighting, he does what he must for his club, but much like Miles, we have tested him in the field often enough to know he can handle himself. He's young, only twenty-three but has been on his own since he was fifteen. Max found him a few years ago on the streets. He was popular because of his ability to hack into any surveillance or computer, but never used what he could do to hurt anyone. To us, that's all we needed to know to make him one of us. I've never heard his sto

But this particular purpose is odd, and we are not going to give in. ‘’They have never won against us once, but this time they have been fighting for our omegas for two years; they probably have a plan, and that’s why they haven’t given up this time. We need to strengthen our barrier before they get to us,’’ I said ‘’Yes, your highness, our manpower is getting stronger as the younglings are now getting recruited.’’ ‘’How many of them got in since I left?’’ ‘’Thirty thousand Younglings: twenty males and ten females, Your Majesty,’’ she said.

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.

The eagle standing on the steward's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and streaked across the sky like a white lightning bolt. "This brat is going to get into trouble." A mercenary gloated. The veterans had seen many unruly mercenaries being torn to pieces by the saint-level eagle. They already considered the teal-robed young man a dead man. In order to invade the new world, the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop had recruited quite several newbies. These newbies would surely be regarded as cannon fodder. They were very unruly and tended to disobey instructions. It was time to warn them by punishing one of them.

He calculated the help he had received in this war. Around 400 Lycans of the Amaryllis Pack, 80,000 Imperial Soldiers belonging to the Empire alone that he could quickly gather and arm, approximately 100 troops who had experienced among his 2500 elite troops drawn from those 80,000 Soldiers, and around 250,000 unbound troops and mercenaries. The current total of all without the Lycans was approximately 330,000 people. If Almandine and Padparadscha joined this war, there would probably be an additional 1000 Lycans and around 70,000 swordsmen from the desert.

One by one, the recruits celebrate and congratulate one another, oozing with excitement as their names are announced. “Diego. Maxwell.” I bring my hands together in front of me, wringing them until my knuckles are white. “Miley. Boyd. Tyler. Bex.” Boyd continues rattling off names, and I’m not hearing the one name on repeat in my brain, the only one I care to hear. “Drew. Harper. Connor.” Shit. Was that thirteen? We agreed to take thirteen. Reid lowers the piece of paper and I feel like my eyes are going to bug out of my head, like my heart’s going to pound out of my chest. That can’t be all of them, can it?

“What is your force like then? If I am being rude by asking this, you can choose not to answer.” “Hehe. Don’t worry child. You aren’t being rude. I offered to answer your questions after all. The Hunter Organization has 10 Ascenders, three of whom are peak Ascenders. We have 35 Nobles and about a hundred Heaven Realmers. As for Earth Realmers and Profound Realmers, they are too numerous to count. Does this satisfy you?” Mane was stunned by the numbers revealed. That was the force of a small army! Yet such an army was following his father around? How were they doing this without his knowledge?

“James’ army has surrounded the Terythor Universe. Can you stop them?” Upon hearing that, the three Emperors got up and surrounded Salim. At this time, one of the Emperors who was muscular said, “We currently have three hundred billion warriors. Although it seems to be a lot, it’s still difficult to defend the Terythor Universe.” “Difficult?” Salim turned around and glanced at the muscular emperor. “Lazaro, you’re almost a Holiness. You should know that James only has less than two hundred thousand warriors.”

With that in mind, he was prompted to growl, “Who the hell are you guys? What’s your objective? Let her and my son go, and I’ll meet any of your conditions!” Smirking in response, the blond, blue-eyed man simply walked over to Zivon before scoffing, “We’re just part of a mercenary organization, and someone’s offered us a massive paycheck to deal with you. Regardless, I’m sure you know that we mercenaries always finish our jobs, and that we don’t ever reveal who our customers are, correct? We’re only doing business here, so please don’t make things difficult for us, Young Master Burton.”