Fragrant.

It's so fragrant.

Asker finished the barbecue and put away all the bamboo skewers.

Then he turned around and saw a group of ghouls darting up the ramp, sharp claws kicking up dust on the mountain road.

If you think about it, it's a matter of course. If the undead see a human eating and drinking on the mountain, most likely they will not think it is a "provocation", but will suspect that the man is setting some ambush or trap on it.

For example, a landslide that buries and destroys all the undead?

So just to be on the safe side, the commander will definitely choose to send the undead to take out this guy.

On the battlefield below, the Plantagenet mercenary group also saw the attack on the hillside in the distance.

Although this is a bit politically incorrect, everyone at this time invariably speculates with tendencies that the man must be more than lucky.

Who taught you to eat barbecue and drink beer on the edge of the battlefield? You deserve to die!

Asker calmly looked at the ghouls, this low-level undead class...... In the time he had just left Constantinople and dealt with the Night's Watch with the undead mutations, he was already able to crush each other despite the disparity in numbers.

At this time, he is already a law-level powerhouse at Lv.18, with four skills and three specializations in hand, and of course he is not afraid of these ghoul groups.

I saw him stretch out his hand, pull out a spear from the air with his right hand, and carry it on his right shoulder in a dashing manner.

Jump back!

The ghoul who rushed to the front pounced, and Asker jumped back with his spear, and the spear was already stabbed in the air.

Even if you don't use the Law Skill, ordinary martial arts are still efficient in slaughtering these undead. The ghoul was stabbed by the tip of his spear, then provoked and threw himself at the group of ghouls behind him.

Dada!

As the hapless ghoul flew through the air, Asker's right-hand spear vanished and turned into a miniature submachine gun.

The bullet struck the ghoul's body, sending the flesh flying as it accelerated, smashing into the middle of the other ghouls like a cannonball. Asker flipped his hand and put away his submachine gun, conjuring a bazooka from behind his back.

Bang!

Rockets dragging white smoke shoot into the hordes of ghouls, blasting them all off cliffs.

The people on the battlefield at the foot of the mountain: ???

Wait, what the hell is that spell trick that turns into a gun and a bazooka? Is this man who eats barbecue on the hillside a transcendent being?

After guessing the true identity of the other party, everyone in the Plantagenet mercenary group fell silent.

Immediately afterward, an even thicker resentment rose.

In the mercenary world, the vast majority of mercenaries absorb spirituality by killing transcendent creatures, and these escaping transcendent powers can only strengthen their physical or mental strength, but cannot give them any sequence abilities.

Upgrading through potions is a resource that only a few people can enjoy.

Therefore, even in the extremely prestigious Plantagenet mercenary group on the mainland, there are not a majority of people with ranks, and the grassroots squad leader can usually exchange for potions with his combat exploits and rise to Lv.1-Lv.4, which does not affect fertility while gaining ability.

If you want to rise to Lv.5 or above, it's basically a person who has made up his mind to dedicate his life to the mercenary cause.,It's usually the backbone of the local group.,Like the head of the regiment or the main attacker.。 As for the law level above Lv.10, they are basically expert-level elite mercenaries who are focused on cultivating in the team headquarters.

Therefore, whether this transcendent person is a squad leader-level figure (Lv.1-5), or a backbone who can compete with the regiment commander (Lv.5-10), or even an elite expert at the headquarters (law level), it stands to reason that he can beat these undead!

So why didn't you do it all the way? Just watching us bled and sweat from above? Why the hell is eating barbecue and drinking beer?

Of course, everyone was a mercenary, and they didn't expect the other party to come over to help for free, so they just cursed a few words in their stomachs and continued to focus on the battlefield. On the contrary, the undead army on the opposite side, after lingering for half a minute, began to slowly retreat and prepare to evacuate.

Obviously, after the ghoul squad that went around the hillside was neatly dealt with by the strange human man, the manipulator of this undead army also began to feel uneasy, and chose to stand back for a while.

After all the undead retreated, the Plantagenet mercenary group began to retreat in full gear. The lobster spearmen carry their guns in front, and the highland swordsmen protect the sides and behind them, keeping an eye on their surroundings at all times.

"Hey, that man ran down." Someone reminded.

Aske quickly descended the steep hillside, constantly borrowing from the various raised rocks, and finally landed on the ground, steadied himself, and walked towards the Plantagenet mercenary group.

The mercenaries didn't look like they were facing a big enemy (after all, if he was hostile, they could shoot directly on the hillside), but just stared at him with unkind eyes.

As if to kill him with the eyes of justice.

"Plantagenet mercenary group?" Asker waved his hand.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and the leader of the group stepped out, protected by Highland Swordsman Captain McGree.

"Who are you?" The man asked.

"Aid from the Bull Mercenary Regiment." Asker took out the documents given by Grand Master Deslar and threw them over.

Aid? It was only then that everyone remembered that there was such a thing.

Since the forces stationed on this side of the Central Mountains are the weakest of the many fronts, the undead have been concentrating their forces on attacking the fortress behind them lately, trying to break through the human camp's defenses from this position.

While fighting bravely, the Plantagenet mercenary group sent a request for help to Valencia City, hoping to get some combat power supplies.

Of course, it is better to have material supplies; If it doesn't work, send someone over. Even if your bull mercenary group doesn't give anything, it's a big deal that we will abandon the city and evacuate, anyway, it's not us Britannia who will be invaded by the undead.

I really didn't expect that the bull mercenary group really sent someone.

Alone, without any supplies, he had a barbecue and beer on the hillside for half a day...... Wait, where did he get the barbecue and beer? Could it be the food supplies that the Bull Mercenary Group asked him to bring!!

Thinking of this, the Plantagenet mercenaries almost ate his heart, and they almost stared out their eyes, and when the regimental commander spoke, they were about to draw their swords and draw their guns and cut him into an undead - no, it was rotten meat that even the necromancer couldn't resurrect.

"I'm the head of the Southwest Branch of the Plantagenet Mercenary Regiment, you can call me Eric." After confirming that the document was not forged, Captain Eric immediately said with a hard expression.

As the commander who commanded the battle in the team throughout the whole process, he was naturally hungry and thirsty at this time, and the red military uniform was completely soaked with sweat, and the stickiness was even more uncomfortable.

And the reinforcement on the opposite side not only did not participate in the whole battle, but not even a drop of sweat came out.

Understanding is understanding, but it still looks like he's not happy. Even if you're just one person and can't actually dominate the course of the battle, at least come down and support us for a few minutes, right? What the hell is it that you've been watching from the beginning to the end?