The Sword of Azure?

All the mercenaries were speechless.

The terrible crater on the ground that seems to have been blown up by a bomb was made by the people of the Blue Sword?

"I don't know much about that." Facing the arcane mages' gaze, Aske replied.

"Huh." Orlin smiled slightly, and didn't ask.

Whether or not your people did it, I must have written about you in my report anyway.

The group stopped at the edge of the pit for a moment before proceeding further, when a passing mercenary curiously touched the wreckage of the power armor and tried to open it from the outside.

Of course, it can't be opened, and the skeleton is distorted and deformed.

"Oh my God." The mercenary smacked his tongue. Such a hard power armor can be melted by the so-called high temperature, what kind of terrifying fire ability should the arcane mages say!

And such a terrifying ability comes from someone from the Azure Sword Mercenary Group?!

Most of the remaining mercenaries could also think of this layer, so they immediately completed the camp transformation in their hearts, and threw away the previous thoughts of hostility to the Azure Sword.

Eat one's heart out? Curse? How is it possible, people are very powerful, okay? It's too late for us to worship them.

Many wall grasses even cast sympathetic eyes on Hogg, who had mocked before.

The gaze clearly said: You're done.

If you offend such a powerful mercenary group, you can start preparing for the aftermath and find a priest to arrange a deathbed confession!

Hogg's face was also pale.

If he had seen this "power armor cemetery" earlier, where would he dare to jump out and provoke the other party in a complacent!

I have long been hiding in the crowd with my tail between my legs and not making a sound.

He even took Asker's place, and thought to his horror that the reason why Ask didn't take action against him might just be because he was afraid of the presence of Spartans like Rudasius.

When he returned to the city, after everyone dispersed and roamed freely, maybe the people of the Blue Sword would block him in the alley, barbecue and fry him with flames, and destroy his corpse.

A feeling of horror crept up from the bottom of my heart like a vine.

No way! I need to run away, I can't sit still!

He slowed his pace cautiously, and gradually fell to the back of the group.

As he passed through the Azure Sword Crowd, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

"Are you alright?" Nora happened to pass by him, and when she saw that his face was very pale, she asked with concern.

"I'm fine, don't burn me!" Hogg was so frightened that he didn't want to run away.

"Come back! Hold it! Rudasius, who noticed that someone in the team had escaped, immediately shouted at his back.

Hogg didn't look back at all, but ran faster when he heard the words, until Rudasius took the spear from his companion's hand, and threw a standard one-handed spear to thrust the hapless mercenary into the ground from behind.

"Those who escape without the permission of the military order will be dealt with by military law on the spot like this!" His grim gaze turned to the mercenaries and said in a cold voice.

The mercenaries stopped talking, and they all buried their heads and continued on their way.

Asker, on the other hand, looked at Medea again.

"I just want to teach him a lesson." Medea shrugged her shoulders, "Who told him to make me suspicious of me...... However, I was also taken aback by the decisiveness and fierceness of the Spartans' methods. ”

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The mercenaries who returned to Olin City were welcomed by the residents of the city.

In an autonomous city-state like Olin City, the sense of civic honor is still relatively strong. After all, most people have never descended the mountain in their lives, and if the city is breached by the Crusaders one day, these people don't even know where to flee.

According to the customs of the Cirith people, after winning the battle, it is naturally a "celebration party". The word is written "Συμπόσιον" in the ancient Cyrius language, but it is clear that different peoples have different understandings of the meaning of the word.

The mages of Olin City believe that the so-called drinking party is to discuss academics together, and drink a little wine to keep them energized.

The Spartans and mercenaries believed that the so-called drinking party was a drinking party where everyone drank together until everyone was brought down or someone was put down.

Therefore, in the lobby of the Truth Hotel in Olin City, the banquet guests are divided into two distinct groups:

One side kept talking with a wine glass, and the other side kept pouring a wine glass into his mouth.

The girls of the Azure Sword are lucky, on the one hand, they belong to the mercenary camp, so there is no mage to pull them to discuss academics.

On the other hand, it's really not interesting to pull the girl to drink, not to mention that there are underage girls in it.

Therefore, the Spartans did not ask them to drink, but set aside a separate table for the girls, ordered some light and delicious dishes, and by the way, ordered juice, honey and milk.

When the mercenaries saw this, they naturally didn't want to go over to be bored, not to mention that the Spartans came back with a big wine vat.

And so another, even more intense war began.

On the balcony of the hotel, Aske stood with a wine glass in his hand, looking out at the scenery and drinking.

The hotel, in fact, is built on the edge of the trunk of the Olympic tree, so from the balcony you can see the mountains outside and the stars under the night sky.

"Lord Asker." The voice of the young noble officer Quintus, the son of the lord of the city, sounded from behind him, who also held a wine glass in his hand and leaned his elbows leisurely against the railing.

"What are you looking at?" He asked with a smile.

"It's a nice view." Asker said.

"Yes, apart from the Alps, the Olympian tree that grows on Mount Olympus is the highest point that man can walk on his feet." "In fact, the city of Olympia is the highest city in the world and the city of hope for the transcendentals. ”

"I hope it doesn't fall into the hands of the Latin Crusaders." Asker said.

"I hope it doesn't fall into the hands of the Latin Crusaders." Quintus raised his glass and repeated his words, "You know what? When the name Teal Sword appeared in the war report, our intelligence agents were suspicious of you. ”

"After all, your mercenary group was not well-known before, and the record in this battle report is too exaggerated, and the Federation Intelligence Bureau even thinks that you colluded with the Latin Crusaders and deliberately staged a show to deceive our trust."

"But then my father denied their speculation." Quintus looked into the distance and said, "After all, your last name is Achilles. ”

"A surname, can it say anything?" Asker asked with a smile.

"The last name doesn't say anything, but it says a lot." Quintus's statement seems to contradict itself.

Then, he patted the railing lightly and lightly, and said in a tone of vicissitudes of emotion:

"Achilles...... Your blood comes from the land of dragons, and your roots are rooted in Ciris. From the time your ancestors chose to stay, the name Achilles has been the link between you and the land. ”

"Achilles throughout the ages have been transcendental, even the bloodline of 'weapon masters'. You don't seem to be affected by the negative effects of supernatural abilities on fertility, and you are blessed with a unique advantage in stamina and agility, while the Weapon Master bloodline pushes your physical abilities to the extreme. ”

Asker understood what he meant: the Achilles family, all generations of the bloodline of weapon masters, is almost equivalent to the transcendent family (although he is the only one left in modern times).

Almost any otherworldly family with the slightest reputation would choose to cooperate with a Catholic crusader.

Because once the partnership is known to the Holy See, it means betrayal, arrest and burning at the stake.