The second group, the most unusual of the mercenary warbands, did not set up camp in the port town provided by the Ganges, and their members made great efforts to carve out a large clearing in the vicinity, and built simple houses from the felled trees.

Under the leadership of their Grand Master, these 'fake nobles' who were kicked out of the family were instilled with many of the virtues that a true nobleman should have, such as protecting mortals, banishing Chaos, and treating everyone they met as fairly as possible.

Truth be told, these somewhat paranoid outcasts have in many cases become the last fig leaf for the nobility of the Old World, and most of them are far more virtuous than their brothers, and their fathers are more like the ideal nobles of the common people.

As far as the mercenary war group is concerned, the prestige of the second subgroup is very good in the Old World, they charge a high fee, but they can always get good reviews from employers, they have almost no record of giving up halfway, as long as they collect money, no matter how difficult the task is, the second subgroup will persist in completing it.

This mission in the Far South, the second sub-group came here for a valuable commission on the one hand, and on the other hand, because Griffith, the chief of the sub-regiment, hoped to get a piece of land in the Far South that really belonged to him and belonged to the sub-sub-group.

There were 1,500 people in the second subgroup, and this time Griffith chose to go to the Far South continent, and planned to develop in the Far South for a long time, and there was no opposition to it, and the direct result was a peaceful split in the second subgroup.

Those who were reluctant to leave the Old World chose to stay in the Old World, and those who were willing to follow Griffith, hoping that their descendants would become nobles again, went to the Far South.

As rumored to be, most of the high-ranking members of the second son group are the illegitimate children of real nobles, and there is even no shortage of illegitimate children of the royal family, although they have no inheritance rights, they still enjoy a worry-free life of food and clothing.

Compared to the enthusiastic members of the middle and lower echelons of the second group, who were encouraged by Griffith, these people participating in the second group were more like playing a role-playing game with positive characters.

Now the second group is going to the Far South colonies to play with the legendary Seris, and they are decisive, and Griffith also takes advantage of the situation to abandon that part of the dross in the Old World.

In the end, the knights of the Second Son Regiment who arrived in the Far South with Griffith were less than a thousand men, and they were all qualified warriors.

When chaos began in the camp, Griffith had already armed the second group, knowing that Pastor Kidd could only count on him to quell the riots in the camp in the end, and Griffith wanted to sell the people of Wolkin Church a face.

He wanted to get his own castle, his own domain, and even establish his own country in the Far South, and in the process it was clear that the Church of Woching was a strong supporter of him.

The struggle between the Seris and the Church of Workin in the Old World is almost unknown to everyone, and if anyone is willing to train with the Cyris in the Far South, Lady Workin will definitely give him his full support, this is his best chance.

But the knights of the Second Son Regiment, who were heavily armed, were greeted not by Priest Kidd's plea for help, but by two wounded Amazon warriors.

Griffith stopped his men's urge to open fire, and in recent times, all the mercenaries who had come to the Far South had suffered the hardships of these women.

If the armies of Goldrim are the best of the best, the Amazons are the daggers that hide in the shadows, they are full of energy and will deal you a fatal blow if you let up any slack.

These mercenaries can't eat or drink in peace, and they may even go to the toilet to get an arrow in the ass, and they have long wanted to take revenge on these vicious women!

Fortunately, the soldiers of the second regiment had great respect for Griffith, and the fingers that almost pulled the trigger were relaxed again by the Grand Master's order, and the two Amazons were allowed to storm their humble camp without even wooden walls.

Griffith was more concerned with what was forcing these women in the Black Forest to look like this than he was with his disgust with the Amazons.

His doubts were immediately answered, and as a large tree was knocked down, a giant four-meter-tall centaur warrior appeared in front of everyone, its entire upper body composed of the remains of other centaur warriors, like a pile of rag dolls sewn together.

A few more of the centaur warriors who had become frantic rushed out of the forest without even slowing down, and Griffith watched as a centaur covered in ghost talismans crashed headlong into the trunk of a tree, and his corpse caught his companions like some rare treasure.

They fanatically crush the corpses of their fellow men with their own weapons, and then drape them on themselves as if they were the highest glory.

"Chaos!" Griffith gritted his teeth and uttered a word that seemed like a nightmare, and the lieutenant beside him was almost instantly half shorter, and the whole person trembled as he piled up on his horse.

If the Far Southerners are already broken jars and completely accept the reality that they may encounter chaos demons when they go out, then these 'babies' from the old continent are completely novices.

The Church of the Gods on the Old Continent, the major knight orders and the national armed forces of the principality have firmly put Chaos in the Fallen Zone, and in recent years, the main offensive of Chaos has been placed on the impact on the Loess Region, and the entire Old World has been leveled down.

If it weren't for the fact that the ancient Roman Empire occasionally rushed out to make a reputation, the Seris people have been stirring up trouble lately, and the people of the Old World even felt that the era of peace had come.

The threat of chaos was intuitive, and before Griffith gave the order to open fire, thirty or forty soldiers who were not transcendental, and who usually did not train hard and always deserted, let out a sissy scream, threw down their weapons and fled backwards.

Some even gouged out their own eyes with their fingers on the spot, or aimed their teammates with muskets in their hands.

"Fire!" Griffith didn't have time to adjust the formation, so he gave the order directly, and at the same time, the whole person rode his silver-armored war horse like a whirlwind to sweep away those anti-water soldiers.

The purpose-built half-sword shattered the shattered soldiers under the impact of chaos in a matter of seconds, and at the same time, dozens of bullets flew out of the chamber with a whistling sound, hitting the centaurs.

Directly opposite the second group, those centaur warriors who were completely completely ruined suddenly turned on their backs, and in a completely defenseless situation, at least twenty centaurs were knocked to the ground, and the corpses of these people attracted more companions to rob, and the centaurs' pig assault tactics were suddenly intercepted in the middle of the road.

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