Upon receiving the order, the twenty-odd elite members of the Mercenary Corps of the Wind immediately grinned maliciously, drew their swords and short axes, and rushed to flank the three men opposite them.
"Wait, have you misunderstood something?" Despite the situation, Kamlin still hoped to persuade them.
He didn't say anything offensive, so why did the other side want to attack?
"Remember to clean it up after you're done, don't make this place dirty."
However, the thin man ignored him completely, and after giving his instructions, he turned and retreated to the back of the crowd.
He hadn't done this kind of dirty work himself for a long time.
Seeing that the other side had actually resorted to violence, the two Blessed Warrior next to them stepped forward, eager to try their luck.
"I thought that after dealing with that group the day before yesterday, no more fools would dare to cause trouble." The tall soldier on the left cracked his neck.
"I haven't had time to train these past few days, and my hands are itching to get going. Captain, how about we two take over this time?" The slightly shorter but more sturdy soldier on the right chuckled and got into a fighting stance.
Kamlin nodded silently. Although he was now a doctor, it didn't mean they would let these evil people off the hook.
Medical disputes? Let my fists do the talking!
The members of the Mercenary Corps of the Wind saw that the two opponents were not afraid of their twenty-odd armed mercenaries, but instead seemed eager to fight. Their faces showed disdain.
Twenty against two? The advantage is in my hands!
Three minutes later.
The ground was littered with the elite soldiers of the Mercenary Corps of the Wind, and only three Blessed Warrior and the two enemy leaders remained standing in the room.
"Commander, Commander—help me—"
My leg—it seems—is broken—
"Mom, I want to go home----"
Although these mercenaries were clearly more skilled than the noble guards from before, they were still no match for the Blessed Warrior in close combat.
Although only Kamlin received a second blessing among the three Blessed, the power of the Golden Rune can be increased through continuous training.
After a month of arduous training, even ordinary Blessed have grown to a level comparable to those who have received blessings two or even three times.
The level of blessing.
Moreover, their combat skills were personally honed by the combat master Yupa.
Yes, the foundation built through hard work and skill, literally speaking, is something that mercenaries trained using these makeshift methods can't match.
At the tent entrance, listening to the cries of pain from his men, the two men's faces twitched involuntarily.
Ashta stared in disbelief at his men on the ground, men who usually prided themselves on their bravery.
You guys haven't taken on any big jobs in just a few months, how did you all get so worn out? Was he not training hard enough?
The commander's gaze turned much more serious as he stared intently at the two Blessed Warrior whose breathing remained steady.
In this world, the differences in individual combat strength are enormous.
He himself was a top-notch swordsman, and although it would be difficult for him to deal with twenty ordinary skilled fighters with all his might, it was not impossible.
Could it be that these two people before me each possess strength approaching or even surpassing my own at my peak?
Is the saying "Believe in the Erdtree and you will be blessed" really not entirely an exaggeration?
He admitted that he had underestimated them and might even have misunderstood them.
But if he, as the leader, didn't show any remorse after his men were all taken down right in front of him, the Mercenary Corps of the Wind would be out of business in Pejite.
In short, this matter cannot be left unresolved.
He strode towards the two men opposite him, his only remaining right hand resting on his curved blade.
"Boss, your health—" Ashta's face was full of worry as he saw the commander approach.
It's alright.
Although he was slender, when he stood still, a sharp aura, refined and tangible, naturally emanated from him, and his black, tousled hair moved without wind.
Seeing this, Kamlin waved for his two companions to step back, and at the same time drew the unused Ceramic Steel from his waist.
The aura emanating from this person was somewhat similar to that of Yupa, and the two team members were likely no match for him.
"I don't know why you're looking for trouble, but how about we make a bet?" Kamlin said calmly on the surface.
"If you lose, you can't stop us from saving people anymore, and you have to help us spread the teachings of the Erdtree, okay?"
He had just noticed that the commotion outside the tent hadn't stopped; he could vaguely hear more people breathing and footsteps.
The other party is clearly not an ordinary local bully. If we can subdue this leader, we might save ourselves a lot of trouble.
"Arrogant!" the captain hissed, instantly drawing his sword.
The scimitar flashed a bright arc as he charged forward, the blade aimed straight for Kamlin's throat.
Kamlin's eyes narrowed, and he raised his sword to meet the attack. He could sense the ruthlessness in his opponent's swordsmanship; this was a true swordsman who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Two weapons are about to clash; a duel between masters is about to erupt in this cramped tent.
"Puff!"
The sound of splashing suddenly rang out.
The menacing commander froze, and a mouthful of dark red blood gushed from his mouth, his face instantly draining of color.
The scimitar in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he collapsed to his knees as if all his strength had been drained.
"Commander!!"
"Commander, what's wrong, Commander?!"
"Commander, wake up!"
The members who could still move on the ground screamed in terror. The burly Ashta rushed to the leader's side, frantically trying to help him up, but dared not move.
The regimental commander knelt on one knee, his chest heaving violently, and blood continued to spill from the corner of his mouth.
A familiar, intense, cramping pain shot through my chest and abdomen, and a numb sensation was rapidly spreading from my limbs to my torso.
"It seems—we've reached our limit—the poison of the Sea of Corruption— "
His consciousness flickered like a candle in the wind. He struggled to move his eyes, looking at the panicked faces that were gathering around him, especially the deputy commander's expression, which looked like he was about to cry.
Finally, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.
"Sorry, brothers—from now on, you'll have to walk that path yourselves."
He forced a smile, not wanting to leave this world with a pained expression.
He used his last strength to finish his last words, only to feel an endless darkness surging up like a tide.
But just then, golden light shone forth, forcefully blocking out the darkness.
[ Erdtree's Favor ]
Golden light, brimming with vitality, pierced through the darkness and spilled onto the frail body that was about to perish.
Warm and comfortable, it felt like returning to a mother's embrace, and my weary soul almost wanted to drift off to sleep.
Just before his consciousness was about to completely sink into unconsciousness, he suddenly "saw" the source of the light.
A tree-shaped phantom, radiating golden light, appeared before my eyes.
"This is... the Erdtree?"