Versatile Mage
Chapter 1957 Collective Response
With two sick numbers, the ninth team walked harder, and by the time the Mercenary Corps of Malone had entered a land full of frozen moss, they were already a little behind the team.
The Mercenary Group of Malone had markings marking the way forward, and about a while after leaving the group, Ejiangtu finally discovered that the Mercenary Group had camped in a place with a good view.
“Isn't it time for a break?” Nan Qiu asked.
“Probably what happened.” Ejiangtu said.
“Mercenary gang these guys don't exactly have moths.” Movan has been a little impatient with the Mercenary Corps of Malone.
When they arrived at the camp, they found Chief of Mission Gavin and a group of people surrounding the other three, all lying on straps.
Gavin frowned, and when he found Movan waiting for someone to come over, he said, "Exactly. Take these three to your team. ”
“What happened to them?” Ejiangtu asked.
“Sick, symptoms are also plateau reactions.” Gavin said.
“We're already taking care of two sick numbers in our team, so we can't even keep up with the team.” Ejiangtu said immediately.
“This is an order that, having joined the mercenary corps, some responsibility should be shared for the mercenary corps, which will rest here and continue in three hours' time.” Gavin said.
“Don't go too far, we're not stretchers, make sure your men aren't as good as us!” Zhao Manyan finally couldn't stand it, pointing at Gavin and cursing.
“Oh, boy, will the world lack a strong man? You're stronger than my entire mercenary regiment!” Gavin sneered at Zhao Manyan.
“Well, just you guys, it's not worth it.” Zhao Manyan scolded.
“Well, you're supposed to be temporary members. You can go if you want. I won't stop you.” Gavin said.
“Okay, so what's so loud at this time, Team 9, you don't want to carry so many sick numbers, and the other teams don't want to, that's simple, you guys, take the sick numbers to the side, three hours later, if they don't see the recovery, they'll see their own legs and feet fast.” Deputy Head of Mission Kuma said.
Everyone heard Deputy Commander Kumar, especially the three sick numbers, and all of a sudden they were shaking.
“When I came, I told you that if the team's tasks were affected and the team's actions affected, anyone would be abandoned, including my deputy chief. If you still remember that you signed this agreement, you would leave the team honestly and honestly, before we could do it ourselves.” Kumar said.
Three patients continued to cry, while other mercenary groups remained silent.
Mercenaries have far less strong feelings than hunters, and the purest pursuit of interests is not obligatory for mercenaries to safeguard the safety of other members of the team, as long as they do not kill each other.
Every time they go on a mission, they put their lives away from their belts. It's worse to lose money than to kill them!
“Send the three of them to our station.” For a moment, Ejiangtu said.
“Oh? We didn't force you this time.” Kuma said.
“I am from the military and cannot accept such a thing.” Ejiangtu said.
“Well, I hope you don't lose your team, or we might give up on you. You know, we still have more than ninety people on our team counting on this money for the second half of their lives, blocking their financial path, and they're going to be very upset.” Kumar was very straightforward.
This commission is very high, the mercenary has its own rules, that even if you die on the road, your commission will surely be paid. Before performing the task, the signed mercenary will write a family name. After the successful completion of the task, the leader of the mercenary group will send the money the deceased deserved to his relatives. The mercenary group is ruthless and selfish, but the question of money must be clear, no one can greed, and because of this rule, it is not very common for mercenaries to kill each other.
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“Ejiangtu, how can we mix up when you get all these numbers to us?” Zhao Manyan cried with a grieving face.
“No way, they're colder than I thought.” Ejiangtu said.
“I am also obeyed that they, the authentic members of the Mercenary Maroon Regiment, despite the fact that these numbers are dead and alive, our temporary members bear their lives, and we are not Buddha!” Zhao Manyan said.
“There's nothing wrong with Old Al. After all, we're not mercenaries, and some magicians are supposed to uphold morality.” Nan Xiao said.
“Movan, what do you think?” Jiang Yu asked.
“Whatever Old Al does, do as he says. These are foreigners. Just think of it as a humanitarian advertisement for our own country.” Movan said.
The team suddenly got five more sick numbers, Jiang Yu simply summoned its rock giant, woven with a cane into a stretcher, and dragged the five sick numbers forward in one breath.
Five sickness numbers are no different from lying dead bodies, looking at their painful appearance, and looking at the indifference of members of the mercenary regiment, the members of the state can only sigh.
“What the hell is going on? So many illnesses at once.” Muningsnow didn't feel right, he said.
“I don't know why, I always thought it would happen again.” Ling Ling said.
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Three hours later, the team began to move forward, and it had to be said that oxygen under the Rift Valley was indeed somewhat thin, that the plants themselves were negative, did not receive sunlight, that plants without sunlight did not purify the air, and that everyone had a feeling of breathlessness and breathlessness.
“Humph! ”
“Humph! ”
The mermaid made a few nasal sounds that were glued to something.
“Mermaid, do you have a cold?” Jiang Shaoxiang turned his head and asked.
“I don't know, there's a lot of snot all of a sudden.” The mermaid found her nose blocked and breathed with her mouth.
His breathing began to get worse. Jiang Shaoxiang had been watching him and gradually found that the mermaid's face began to pale.
“Mermaid, are you sure you're okay?” Jiang Shaoxiang asked.
“I... I can't breathe, I'm tired, I can't breathe.” The mermaid walked a little shaky and sat down with the stone moss next to her, then swept up and down his chest.
“No way, you've had a plateau reaction too??” Zhao Manyan said.
“I'm a little uncomfortable, too.” Ejiangtu said.
“Me too.” The spiritual voice is weak.
Movan, carrying the spirit, turned her head to look at her, and found her little face cream white, lips in one piece, like a shallow little fish trying very hard to breathe.
“Spirit.” Movan hurried her down.
“A little dizzy.” Ling Ling said.