Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
While the players and Wagner were equally disdainful toward each other, Lakeside Village, two kilometers away, was in disarray.
"What in the world are these creatures? How can there be so many undead here?"
In the makeshift camp surrounded by huge wagons pulled by six-legged lizards, the owner of this caravan, a dark-skinned and portly Sokrian man, cursed.
The captain of the Sea Lions mercenary group, a man with a stern face, kept silent, allowing the employer to vent his frustration before stepping forward to advise, "Mr. Ilik, something is seriously wrong here. We need to leave as soon as possible."
"Leave? That sounds great!" The merchant Ilik's round, black Sokrian eyes widened even further. "Your men still haven't brought back any information from Weisshem Town. Where do you expect my caravan to go? Do you think we can fly directly to Indahl?"
The Sea Lions group's captain was silent for a moment before saying, "Mr. Ilik, we can exit this area to the east and take a longer route that will still get us to Indahl."
Merchant Ilik's dark face turned bright red, and he pointed at the mercenary leader, berating him, "What do you mean by that, Kenn? Is this the attitude of the Sea Lions mercenaries? Did I hire you to teach me how to do business?"
Mercenary Kenn had no choice but to lower his head. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Ilik. That's not what I meant."
However, Ilik wouldn't let it go and continued ranting, angrily instructing Kenn to arrange for night watchmen and demanding he send more people to Weisshem Town at first light—due to the recent influx of mysterious undead, it was too dangerous to send anyone out at night, and he needed extra manpower to protect the caravan.
Rubbing his aching head, Kenn watched his employer enter a spacious box wagon.
Professional mercenaries would not let minor details delay their mission. If his capable squad leader went on a scouting mission with two men and had gone missing, it could only mean one thing: the three scouts had encountered an opponent they couldn't escape from
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