Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 362: The Mercenary Group's Suicide Note

Xingluo played with Xiao Hei for a while and fed him a few dark attribute magic cores. Xiao Hei has become picky about his food now. He doesn't eat any magic cores, but only high-level dark attribute magic cores. Although this kind of magic core is not as rare as light magic cores, its number is far less than the five major attribute magic cores. Xingluo has asked the Yueyun organization to collect them all over the continent. There are even forces of the Yueyun organization on the sea, all helping Xiao Hei find dark magic cores.

Xingluo looked at Xiao Hei lovingly and rubbed his dragon horn. The other party looked so enjoying it, without any dignity of a black dragon at all. If other dragons saw this at this moment, they would be shocked. Xiao Hei was just like a domestic pet.

Xingluo always enjoyed such time after every war. This was his way to soothe his inner fatigue. Everyone also liked this kind of Xingluo and liked this feeling. This was a rare leisure time after the war. In addition to communicating with Xiaohei, he also went to find Mo and the others.

"Hmph, you still remembered to come here. You just came back and you drag us to die." Mo looked at Xingluo with pretended dissatisfaction.

Xingluo touched his nose and said, "Isn't this a perfect opportunity? Although everyone's training is very hard, they still have to go through the test of real combat."

"Suddenly exposing them to such a large-scale war, what if something really happens?" Mo asked, not intending to let Xingluo go.

Xingluo took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, I will die before them. I will do the most dangerous things."

Mo's tone turned cold, and he really got angry, "What? Are you dead? What...what should we do?"

Xingluo noticed that the atmosphere was a little off and said hurriedly, "You know that's not what I meant. Although the scale of this war is large, the Holy See of Light is here after all. Even if they don't die on the spot, they can still be saved to some extent. Moreover, we are only attacking the flank, and the main force is restrained by the Holy See of Light. This kind of opportunity is rare."

Mo stopped talking and seemed to agree with Xingluo's remarks, but he still looked unhappy and seemed to be particularly concerned about Xingluo's words.

Xingluo continued to talk to Mo for a long time, until Mo's frown finally relaxed, and then Xingluo left.

Xingluo went to find Erwin and Atlantis again. Neither of them had any complaints and seemed very excited, especially Atlantis. Xingluo seldom saw him so excited. "Xingluo, this actual combat is just in time. The magicians I trained are all spoiled dandies. Although they can persist in training, they always complain. This actual combat has completely shut these people up, especially those magicians who only focus on superficial skills and don't use their private time to improve themselves. They have suffered a lot."

Xingluo didn't expect that Lantis would speak first. "Well, this is a rare opportunity. We must take good care of the injured mercenaries. Our mercenary group has nothing but a lot of money. Let them get well soon. They can't stay away from training. Use the best medicine and don't let them be lazy."

Xingluo's voice was not loud, but everyone here knows magic. Xingluo's words spread to the ears of these magicians. Suddenly, the magicians who were listening with magic and pretending to wail shut up instantly. Without them, the whole training ground became much quieter.

Xingluo nodded with satisfaction after seeing this. He was a master in his understanding of the human body. He had accumulated a lot of experience in both the previous enchantment and the subsequent reconstruction of the whole body. He already knew everyone's injuries very well. He knew which ones were fake and which ones were pretending to be in pain and wailing after seeing him coming.

After Xingluo left the magician training camp, Atlantis did not follow him. Alvin took Xingluo to the knight training camp. As soon as they entered the yard, a strong smell of blood hit their noses. Xingluo frowned instantly. Obviously the situation here was more serious, but it was much quieter than the magician training camp. They did not wailing like the magicians. There were even a few with broken arms and legs, but they just sat there silently, waiting for the priest to rescue them. Blood kept dripping on the ground, dyeing the training ground red. There was also a person whose stomach seemed to be cut by sharp claws, and his internal organs were clearly visible. This was a knight. Although they had no talent for magic and could not beat a magician of the same level, their willpower was their best weapon, and the amount of training far exceeded that of a magician.

Xingluo nodded, "I will go to the Holy See of Light again to ask for some priests to come and give them the best treatment. Don't be stingy with those rare potions in the warehouse at this time. No matter how expensive they are, use them immediately as long as they are suitable for them. It is best not to leave any regrets." Xingluo said as he looked at the young knight whose half body was corroded.

This is the most realistic battlefield. The Sky City Mercenaries are well-equipped, and so many people are injured or even dead. The fate of other human forces that came to support can be imagined. The fleeing demons are also demons. Stimulated by the blood, some simply don't flee and start fighting with humans. Such demons often cause a lot of harm to humans.

Xingluo knew that although the battle was over, there were still many things to deal with. In order to calm these people's emotions, each mercenary would leave a piece of paper before going on a mission, stating who their pension and equipment would be given to. Although it was cruel, this was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, and no one would live forever. Everyone would be prepared to die at any time before going on a mission.

It was a tense and solemn moment for the mercenaries. They sat in a corner of the mercenary group, holding a feather pen tightly in their hands and spreading yellowed parchment in front of them. Their eyes were firm and slightly melancholy, and their hearts were full of contemplation of the unknown fate and deep concern for their families. The hustle and bustle of the outside world seemed to quiet down around them, leaving them only to talk to their own thoughts.

The mercenaries' chests rose and fell, and every breath carried courage and determination. They dipped the pen into ink, hesitated on the paper, and then slowly fell, leaving dark black marks. They knew that this might be their last words to their loved ones, and every word was carefully selected to express love, strength and comfort.

In their letters, they recalled the warm family moments, their parents' smiles, their wives' gentle eyes, their children's laughter, and these images flashed through their minds one by one. They expressed their longing for peace, their vision for the future, and their sense of responsibility to the mercenary group and humanity. Their words were simple but full of power, a call from the bottom of their hearts and a love for life.