Four Split Personalities

Including Henry Talt, the person in charge, the Anka official Large Market Association dispatched a total of thirteen civil servants this time, including five Intermediate Professionals and eight Primary Stage Professionals. Four adventurer teams including Black Goat, Tyrannosaurus, Woof, and the Love-To-Join-Action Team undertook the protection mission, totaling twenty-five people. Among them, the captains of the Black Goat adventurer team, Pars High Furnace, and the Tyrannosaurus adventurer team, Gauss Lemniscate, had quasi-high rank power, the kind that could break through at any moment, while the other twenty-three individuals were uniformly of intermediate level, perfectly fitting the configuration for a B-rank protection mission. Although there was not a strong rapport between them, the cost-effectiveness was significantly higher than hiring a mercenary corps of the same level, which is why the Large Market Caravan ultimately chose the Adventurer’s Guild over the Mercenary Guild, as they saw such strength as more than sufficient.

According to the two caravans that escaped back to Anka Market after their goods were completely robbed, the bandit gang that roamed Pars Highway was around forty people, but the quality was mixed. Not only did they have more than ten Primary Stage Professionals, but even a few very poorly skilled trainees. There weren’t any High-level Professionals; at most, there were less than twenty intermediate-level forces, while the third caravan, though outnumbered, held a relatively higher average quality.

Eight Primary Stage, twenty-eight Intermediate, two Quasi-High-Rank, totaling thirty-eight people.

If such a formation could still be successfully ambushed by a bandit gang of merely about twenty Intermediate Professionals, then they would not need to continue in this circle any longer.

Admittedly, it was possible that the bandit gang was hiding their true strength, but even if they slightly held back, it shouldn’t exceed expectations too much. Simply put, even ordinary Advanced Professionals, as long as they weren’t terribly immoral, could find a living anywhere else, and it would definitely taste much better than turning to robbery.

Furthermore, even if some high-level strong ones had poor character, they could still undertake suitable solo missions from either Adventurer’s Guild or Thief Guild or other places, with the earnings not being much lower.

And even if someone had become so depraved that even the Thief Guild and other underground organizations refused to hire them, they would have likely been killed already by today.

And even if that person hadn’t been killed, they would definitely be someone very resourceful or with exceptionally strong connections, with an even lower likelihood of getting involved in a bandit gang.

Stepping a thousand steps back, even if there was a powerful boss leading for whatever reason, Henry Talt also had a Magic Scroll enough to handle emergencies. However, that thing was too pricey, its value being at least three times the total cost of hiring four adventurer teams combined, so he would not use it until the absolute crisis, as it would ruin the performance.

In summary, the possibility of the bandit group containing someone of Advanced-level strength or above wasn’t non-existent, just extremely low, simply akin to winning a lottery.

However, they really hit the jackpot...

"Advanced!"

As Pars shouted loudly, kicked off the rocks, he swung his wand again before landing, summoning three arrows burning with dark purple flames of negative energy shot towards the attacking enemy leader, which the opponent dodged effortlessly with a slight sidestep.

Bang!!

As Pars heavily crashed to the ground, the Fertility Priest of the Black Goat team rapidly completed two Divine Arts. A vibrant green light burst forth in front of Pars, easing the significant bruising on his chest, while vines started to grow aggressively towards the attacker’s legs.

"Bursting Thunder!"

However, the man fiercely slammed his hand onto the ground, not only dodging the giant sword of Black Goat team’s vice-captain behind him but also sending him along with the vines conjured by the Fertility Priest flying into the air, and then, without turning back, sprang up and flicked his finger, adding a taunting sound: "Boom~"

Boom!!!

Qi Force imperceptible to the naked eye blasted the two people several meters away, and the desperately growing vines trying to entangle the attacker were also shattered into specks of light that disappeared into the air.

"What trash."

The uninvited guest hummed lightly and showed no intention of wasting further time on these three, instead leaping high up like a roc taking flight, directly heading towards the valuable caravan goods a hundred meters away.

At this point,_pars had picked himself up from the ground, quickly lifted his wand and launched a massive Evil Fireball into the sky and shouted to his nearby companions who had just gotten to sleep, "Stop that man!"

"What..."

The snoring-loudest Orc warrior just staggered to his feet, not yet able to lift his shield, when the falling shadow in front of him fiercely struck his chest, blasting him more than ten meters away like a cannonball, and as he lay face up, blood trailed from all orifices, apparently not far from death.

"Save Bill!"

Similarly just awakened, the red-eyed Bovine Demi-human warrior directed the Water Mage behind him to save the person, while he himself roared wildly, brandishing a visually striking double-bladed battle axe and charged towards the attacker.