Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Even if they were mercenaries with a high casualty rate on the battlefield, they would not be so worthless.
It should be known that the mercenaries left behind after being slaughtered by the murloc were at least Level 3 Intermediate professionals. Even if their lives were not worth much, they were not that worthless. ‘A hundred thousand gold coins to buy my life? Go to hell!’
Moreover, that was the Leader of the Big Murlocs, a high-level Level 6 Murloc. Who would dare to stop him? A Level 3 or Level 4 professional, in front of the Leader of the Big Murlocs, who wielded a sharp weapon, would probably have his head smacked away by the Leader of the Big Murlocs in a single encounter.
Not to mention 100,000 gold coins, even if it was 1,000,000 gold coins, they would not be moved. What a joke, knowing that death was certain, no amount of money could buy their desire for life.
When Mas saw the Big Murloc leader appear and continuously slaughter the Spear Legion’s squads, his mouth revealed a disdainful sneer.
If they could not get rid of the Leader of the Big Murlocs, then even if Mars and the others won, they should prepare to be put on the gallows after returning to the country. The king of Trun would not let Mars off with such heavy losses.
Mars looked at the team that was constantly being attacked back and forth, and his heart was unusually anxious.
As the commander, how could he not know the advantages and disadvantages of this formation?
Why was their Trun Kingdom a vassal state of the Storm Empire?
Was it because there were no top-notch experts in the Trun Kingdom?
Of course not. What a joke. How could a country that advocated martial arts not have top-notch experts?
Even if a Level 7 Mythical Expert was to face the attack of a country’s large number of rune turrets and giant crossbow bolts, they would still die.
The reason why it became an affiliated country of the Storm Empire was because of the soldiers between the two countries.
The Spear Legion of the Trun Kingdom was powerful, but the Ace Legion of the Storm Empire happened to be a cavalry unit. Don’t forget the previous cavalry legion commander, Carl. The Spear Legion of the Trun Kingdom was fundamentally restrained by the Storm Empire’s cavalry corps.
Every time the heavy-armored knights attacked, they could easily break the formation of the Spear Legion.
Once the Spear Legion’s formation was broken, it would be useless.
One had to know that a long-handled weapon was a rather special type of weapon. The only way to unleash the true power of a long-handled weapon was to thrust forward.
In addition, humans had an instinctive fear of huge creatures. If a warhorse were to attack you, would you be able to hold back and not run? The answer was, of course not, and you would not be able to outrun it.
Without the protection of a formation, how could an ordinary soldier outrun a warhorse? Any cavalry of the same level could easily kill a pikeman in a one-on-one situation.
Because of this, Mars was extremely anxious.
Once the Leader of the Big Murlocs, who was like a heavy cavalry, made an opening in their formation, everything would be over.
As for the remaining mercenaries present, they were clearly watching the show. If no one made a move, there was nothing he could do.
“There’s no other way. Looks like I can only use that thing!” Mars thought to himself.
He took out a launcher that was like a Zhuge repeating crossbow but smaller.
From the pained expression on his face, it was obvious that this thing was extremely expensive.
Mars held the bolt-like launcher, aimed it at the Leader of the Big Murlocs, and pulled the trigger.
There were a few piercing sounds.
A few black needles the length of an index finger flew out and directly hit the leader of the Big Murloc.
The originally berserk Leader of the Big Murlocs immediately slowed down.
“Now! Quickly reorganize the formation. If you want to live, the formation cannot be messed up no matter what!” Mars roared.
As expected, Mars’ words were effective. The other three squads with very little losses split up a group to form a new encirclement.
Mas looked surprised at the sight.
The Leader of the Big Murlocs’ current behavior was like a leader in his previous life who was drunk, his body was shaking continuously.
“Could it be that the thing that the commander of the Spear Legion shot out just now was anesthetic?” Mas was a little stunned.
What kind of anesthetic could anesthetize a Leader of the Big Murlocs whose strength was as high as Level 6?!
“Alchemy is indeed terrifying!” Mas thought to himself.
This was because when Mas first learned from Swoks, the swindler, the philosophy that Swoks instilled into Mas every day was “Alchemists are the greatest and strongest professionals!”
In addition, Mas had relied on the Creator’s Alchemy Platform to refine the Red Crystal Gargoyle and the Royal Naga. In his heart, he was even more certain that biological alchemists were stronger than other professional alchemists!
And now, seeing Mars using a few tranquilizer bullets to bring back the situation of almost losing the battle, Mas realized that the other branches of alchemy were not as weak as he imagined.
If these tranquilizer bullets that could even put down an advanced Level 6 Big Murloc were placed on a person, they would probably be directly killed.
Moreover, the speed of this small tranquilizer bullet was extremely fast. It was just like the sniper rifle in his previous life. It was impossible to guard against it.
“It seems that refining an advanced alchemy armor is imminent! Otherwise, I’ll be secretly killed one day without even knowing how I died!” Mas thought to himself and made up his mind.
After returning to the Alchemy Tower this time, he would ask Walter and Harry to purify the ores and metals. No matter what, he had to refine a high-level alchemy armor to protect himself.
The scene returned to the battlefield.
The Leader of the Big Murlocs was currently in an anesthesia state and had no combat power to speak of. Seeing this, the pikemen of the Trun Kingdom no longer paid attention to the Leader of the Big Murlocs who had fainted. Instead, they maintained their formation and launched a new round of slaughter on the remaining five Big Murlocs.
It was a race against time now, would the remaining five Big Murloc die first, or would the Leader of the Big Murlocs wake up from the anesthesia state, this great gamble between the two sides would decide who the final victory belonged to.
Mas stood on the Red Crystal Gargoyle, looking down from the high school.
Using his alchemy binoculars, he could clearly see that the remaining mercenaries, who had lost their will to fight previously, were quietly approaching the battlefield.
“These mercenaries want to pick up the scraps? I’m afraid they’re getting impatient. The Trun Kingdom that issued the bounty wants to attack the army directly under the Trun Kingdom. Even if they get the corpse of the Big Murloc, they still dare to exchange it for the bounty?” Mas felt a little strange.
At this moment, Mas realized that there was a faint singing coming from his surroundings. The singing was extremely tragic, as though it was telling him a tragic love story.
Mas felt his head begin to spin.. This was not right. This was…?!