Teenage Mercenary Numbers Novels & Stories

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.

They were actually saint-level mercenaries who had been ordered to fight back. The people who came to attack the warship were only part of the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop, but there were more than forty of them, and all of them were saint-level masters. After all, the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop was one of the top 20 largest mercenary troops in the Eastern Continent of the Land of Divine Grace. Otherwise, they wouldn't have obtained the first batch of quotas for entering the world behind the new space gate. In the next moment, the saint-level masters of both sides confronted each other.

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.”

"That leaves out one hundred and seventy people. Females make up seventy-eight out of those numbers. "That's ninety-eight males. Fifteen of those are already Enforcers. We're left with eighty-three males." Kai ran his hand down his beard. "We need to curate a list. How many people are willing to fight in this war? Until we know that, we can't come up with war strategies." 'Alpha Nathaniel, there's someone who wants to see you at the border,' Andino's voice drifted into my head. 'Who is it?' I asked.

Though they were standing far from them, scrutinizing them under their gaze. "Sixty for now," Rasmus said, both of their arms folded across their chest as they get stoic faces. They didn't know the exact count yet but all the recruits looked around forty to fifty and in total honesty, Rasmus expected only fifteen to twenty recruits. Though handling such a large sum would be difficult, they came here for their pack. For their dreams to be a great warrior.

Dee POV So, Ruby and I went topside to get with the elites and warriors for all 6 packs, I know that we had need Dark Dragon Recruits but I am not sure of our numbers and same with the Special men Elite team. I wanted to get a head count on every warrior and the elite in each pack. I got there all the warriors are stood in a squad style formation, then the elites were standing next to them in formation as well, the Alpha’s and Beta’s from each pack stepped forwards and gave the numbers of warriors and Elites in their pack , First Mark he said Queen Destiny we have 500 warriors and 300 elites warriors, I said 800 in total thanks, then Bryant said our pack in this location has 1200 warriors a

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.”