"White Turtledove, count this old man and my companions in." The armored old man who had spoken first spoke again. "The A-rank Silver Hand Mercenary Corps. My name is Uther Lightbringer; just call me Old Uther. I'm an A-rank mercenary. My companions are my disciple, Arthas, who is also the son of the Silver Hand's commander, an A-rank mercenary; Antonidas, a level-fifteen archmage and A-rank mercenary; and his disciple Jaina, a level-fourteen mage and B-rank mercenary."
At the mention of the Silver Hand, murmurs immediately rose throughout this small place. In truth, A-rank mercenaries were not all that rare. According to the Mercenary Association's legendary records, only one hundred A-rank mercenaries were ranked, while most of the rest were merely somewhat famous within their own regions.
But that did not diminish their strength.
Before them was a Silver Hand squad. Setting aside their individual strength, the name Silver Hand alone was enough to make countless people back down. As for the four members of this squad, three were A-rank mercenaries, and Arthas in particular was even ranked among the A-rank mercenaries.
As for Uther, although he was not on the rankings, anyone who knew a little of his background knew that thirty years ago, Uther had been a figure who struck fear into people's hearts.
Uther looked at the people before him. "I know that after seeing our squad show up, you all think you no longer have any hope, right? Or perhaps you think you can snatch the reward before our squad does. But I must tell you all not to underestimate this group. In fact, three squads from our mercenary corps have already been completely wiped out, and every squad had at least one A-rank mercenary. The two old men here, along with these two youngsters, came only