“Flame!”
The crimson flames instantly amplified with the roar, the silver-white broad-bladed sword merged with the blazing flames, and the blazing light it emitted seemed to be able to purify and cleanse the world of all unclean things. Errol restrained himself from gasping for breath, and after holding his breath, he charged at the rotting fly lord in front of him with all his might, and three cards were played from Errol's hand, which were the Sage Spell “Kheprior”, the Spiritual Energy Spell “Blessing of Glow”, and the Evil Energy Spell “Attribute Looting”. “Attribute Looting”. These three cards were the key to traveling the world. At the moment of life and death, he used all the resources he had accumulated in the previous rounds, and the aura of spells stacked on top of each other made the longsword “Kingslayer” in Errol's hand dazzling, which would be the final blow of the Traveling Mage.
The fat, tumor-ridden Lord of the Flies' eyes went slack as the burning blade sped toward it. Under the illumination of the holy light, its monstrous and ugly body began to involuntarily tremble, fishy dark green sap gushed out from the cracks on the surface of its skin, and no matter how hysterically it cried out, the spiritual communication between the Distant Will and it did not restore the connection. The huge sword in Errol's hand ran through its heart, and the sacred flames incinerated the patchwork of torso and limbs until all that remained was a charred, blackened humanoid skeleton. It was then that Errol dared to be certain that the Lord of the Rotting Flies had finally been slain.
The clouds were gray and dense, they hovered in the not-so-distant sky, dark and slow. The smell of dampness came from the air. Errol leaned on his giant sword and calmly scanned the scattered mercenaries in the courtyard, sighing imperceptibly. His card servants were all severely injured and were only one step away from returning to the card graveyard, surviving with great difficulty under the effects of alchemy potions and holy water.
With his remaining strength, Errol continues to finish his turn, unleashing the psychic spell Winds of Resurgence, and with the end of the resource cycle, his Brigandine Mage ability enters a dormant state. As the gentle winds of elemental and magical energy caress the still-living flesh of the unconscious wizards and warriors, Errol gathers the broken wood and debris together and builds a bonfire in the courtyard. The first man to regain his mobility was the leader of the Black Flame mercenaries, Bugs, who had gone to the jungle to hunt a bison, and quickly finished skinning and cutting it up around Errol's campfire, and Errol heartily joined him in skewering the meat for the barbecue.
“Close call, man, close call.” Bugs said to Aelor with a grin.
Errol nodded softly as he turned back to greet his number one hitter over and handed Lillian, the Magical Swordsman, the first handful of grilled, wood-skewered kebabs in his hand so that she and the rest of his entourage could partake of the skewers.
“I just didn't realize the Archbishop's mission would be so tricky, and we haven't even walked into the Mouse Castle yet.” Errol said ruefully.
Bugs' eyes narrowed a little as he looked intently at the leaping embers and the sizzling beef in front of him, blood spilling from between the fibers of the muscles, and though the contraption he called a bison wasn't supposed to be a magical beast, the scarlet blood, as fine as oil, reminded him of the battles they'd fought over the past few days in the courtyard, a courtyard shrouded in the curse of blood. Its effects on its occupants and surroundings were perhaps more far-reaching than the mercenaries had imagined.
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The aromatic roasted meat awakened more and more mercenaries, the leaders sat on the ground around the campfire, some took out a variety of seasonings and condiments from their portable backpacks, and the depressing atmosphere after the great battle slowly dissolved as night fell. The survivors began to talk about the details of the battle and the losses, and on the high walls of the courtyard, scouts from various mercenary groups were meticulously watching for any movement in the darkness.
Looking at the Warrior Lord beside him, Bugs felt more and more that Errol was inscrutable. Perhaps it was the innate sense of danger, or perhaps the finishing blow of Errol's battle with the Lord of the Flies was too dazzling, Bugs always felt that this young warrior had many unknown secrets and lies, such as Errol's family lineage, such as the mercenaries under Errol's command who wore ancient equipment. As the chief commander of the Mouse Castle mission, Bugs had to pay more attention to every aspect of the details, he was able to determine that Errol and his mercenary corps had no malice towards the entire team, but whether their goals were consistent with the mission, Bugs was not sure.
The battle inventory of the six mercenary corps was summarized to Bugs, and the numbers on it were hard for the leaders to accept. From Black Rock Town to Rat Castle, the Abandoned Courtyard was only the middle point of this journey, and they had suffered heavy damage here. Some mercenary groups had lost a third of their manpower, while others had lost half of their manpower. The one with the best preservation of strength was Errol's Warhammer Mercenaries, who were still fully staffed so far.
The heavy casualties caused the mercenary corps leaders to consider the accomplishability of their missions, and even though these mercenaries walked on the tip of the sword all year round, unnecessary deaths and attempts certainly wouldn't be an option for the mercenaries who valued profit the most. The six major mercenary corps had been summoned by Archbishop Shiva of the divine Kingdom of Oviat, the unfavorable upfront payment and clear mission objectives had attracted them to Black Rock Town, but now it seemed that they were in fact the Templars' scouting pawns, and that the journey to the Rat Castle was even more treacherous than they had imagined.
“Gentlemen, although we have endured staggering losses in this battle, this abandoned courtyard is also the last strategic point marked in the mission map.”
Bugs' steely gaze swept over the other five captains around the table, among them were those whose wills wavered and those who leapt to their feet. Bugs finally looked to Errol; the attitude of Errol and his mercenary group was clearly paramount in whether or not he wanted to continue the mission.
Errol gently rubbed his deck purse, the twenty cards contained within were the backbone of his ability to walk across the continent of Corvus. But what drove him to accept the mission was neither Ms. Shiva's generous promise, nor was it to obtain a certain spell card, treasure card or follower card. Unlike the situation of other mercenary groups, he received an invitation letter from the owner of the Mouse Castle, who was one of the few “invitees” on the continent.
Of course, he didn't tell Archbishop Shiva or Commander-in-Chief Bugs about such confidential information. The reason why the declining Black Rock Town was able to return to the vision of the continent's mercenaries and explorers was precisely because of the invitation to the banquet sent out by the owner of the Mouse Castle. After this invitation letter with precious alchemy runes was sent to the hands of various characters in the Corvus Continent, the vast majority of them were invited to go. They came to Black Rock Town and eventually entered the Mouse Castle, and then no one survived. Later on, people regarded the invitations and invitees of the master of the Rat Castle as ominous objects and ominous people, while those precious and powerful alchemy runes were avidly sought after by tycoons and collectors ......
Meeting Bugs' gaze, Errol looked towards the legendary warrior who would later be known as the “Star Shatterer” by the people of the Korin Empire and the Divine Kingdom of Oviat, and spoke the words that would change the fate of the two of them.
“The mission continues.”