Second Son Mercenary Group

"My horse got separated from me during a clash with the Orcs! I barely managed to escape!" Caslo tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the mercenaries above and casually made up an excuse.

"A clash? You escaped?" The mercenaries above exchanged glances, clearly unconvinced by Caslo's words. After all, Caslo's spotless armor looked nothing like it had been through a battle.

"Trouble! These people probably have quite the background! A lot of their equipment is magical!" Caldo's voice rang out in Caslo's mind.

"Something really is off. Their gear is far too extravagant!" Caslo curiously examined the mercenaries above. Much of their equipment was the sort only low-ranking nobles in Middle-earth could afford. Yet people who could equip themselves like this had become mercenaries? And not just one or two, but an entire group! There had to be more to it.

"Sorry! We are not accepting strangers here for the time being. If you want shelter, you can set up camp outside. Ordinary magical beasts and Orcs would not dare approach a settlement!" After murmuring among themselves for a while, one of the mercenaries leaned over the wall with both hands and called down to Caslo.

"What a hassle!" Caslo sighed softly, then directly unleashed the aura of a Fifth Tier knight. Vast Dragon Power surged into the sky! Caslo was betting that these mercenaries could not tell the difference between Dragon Power and Battle Qi. In truth, unless they fought, ordinary people could not distinguish Dragon Power from Battle Qi Flame anyway. As long as Caslo suppressed his Dragon Might, it would be fine.

"Fi... Fifth Tier..." The mercenaries above nearly had their legs give out. They stared blankly as Caslo strolled beneath the wall, bent his knees, and leaped straight up.

"You people