On the Leit River.
Luo Na gripped the front end of his staff. Frost System magic spilled from his palm, and the wand, which had already become somewhat overheated, rapidly cooled under the influence of the frigid aura.
"Are there still survivors below deck?"
"Rescuing people really isn't our job."
A mercenary complained unhappily as he carried an unconscious sailor onto the deck.
"Stop complaining. Get the wounded onto the merchant ship's spare Wooden Boat. This ship won't hold together much longer!"
After the battle ended, Luo Na directed the group members as they cleared the battlefield. The Yevirk Serpent had indeed done plenty of dirty work in the past, but all of it had been forced by circumstances.
Their lives had long since stabilized, so everyone in the mercenary group agreed that they needed a good reputation.
It sounded hypocritical, but it was no pleasant feeling to have people avoid them like the plague whenever they walked down the street.
Luo Na continued cooling the staff in his hand. The Source Crystal Stone embedded at its tip could multiply the effects of his spells, but the downside was that pouring in too much magic could cause it to shatter.
In game terms, its durability had probably run out. This staff's rarity and quality were both at the epic tier.
The Yevirk Serpent had discovered it in a dangerous ancient ruin.
"Open your eyes. I know you didn't pass out."
Luo Na crouched in front of the Judge. He had fought Judges several times, but Feng Zhen was the most troublesome Judge he had ever encountered, so he did not dare let down his guard at all.
The staff in his hand had reached a critical state because of it.
Feng Zhen, lying on the deck, truly let out that