It's the destruction of destruction!

There is no need for Mikoto to give any more reminders. Perhaps the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group does not have the experience of fighting with the Destroyed Demon, but it does not hinder their understanding of the Destroyed Demon.

As a group demon, the Destroyed Demons appear in the form of camps, ranging from dozens to hundreds. With a few Destroyed Demon Wizards, ordinary mercenary groups will be destroyed by the group. Although half of the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group are powerful teams of senior mercenaries, they dare not try to stab the hornet's nest.

run!

With such judgment, Lukaka issued an order immediately. In front of him was the Desolate Demon, and behind him was a not-so-narrow stream with a span of two or three meters. Due to the recent rain, the current was very turbulent.

But of course this is not difficult for the mercenaries. A distance of two or three meters is a long jump for people with generally good physical fitness in this world. This is especially true for those who have broken through the realm and reaching the black iron level. They can easily cross four or five meters.

The first thing they jumped over the stream were several archers. After one of them climbed over to the other side of the stream, their first move was to stabilize their bodies, then turned around and set off the bow. With the ability to ranged attacks, they were both on the other side of the stream and could restrain the enemy's attacks and cover their comrades.

The second wave was ordinary mercenaries who had not broken through the Black Iron level, including the old hunchbacked Joe Kensen, who had no combat ability. With the help of his comrades, he also successfully passed the stream. As for the cart that was loaded with the spoils, he naturally had to give up. Although it was a gain of more than half a month of hard work, life is always more important than spoils, and no one would blame him.

"Sir, I'll carry you over!" Rukaka said as she stretched out her hand at Mikoto.

Although there is also a saying in this world that men and women are not close to each other, and the other party is even more noble, in such a situation, naturally they don’t care about these things. However, Mikoto rejected him.

"Sir?" Rukaka naturally couldn't understand the reason why Mikoto refused. In his opinion, the other party might be due to female reserve, but in such a situation, reserve is fatal. And just as Rukaka was planning to force the other party away, a strange voice came from his side.

It was the pronunciation of the Destroyer! The other party had actually come to his front, and for the time being, Lukaka pulled out a scimitar from his waist and slashed at the Destroyer. The bronze-level power could crush the huge rocks, and the Destroyer alone was not very strong. When Lukaka hit the destroyer with freezing damage, the Destroyer took a few steps back. The Destroyer was already timid, but he was injured and made a wow sound but did not dare to move forward.

At this time, there were only four or five mercenaries on this side of the stream, all of whom were above the black iron level.

"Blackbeard, take Lord Mikoto to the other side of the shore, I'll hold it here..." Lukaka said halfway, and a handful of fireballs as big as watermelon came to him. His face changed, and he immediately understood what this meant, the Destroyed Demon Wizard!

For mercenaries, the Destroyed Demon Wizard is definitely a nightmare. Not only does it have long-range fireball attacks, the bursting fire damage is even equivalent to the strength of the first-level silver attack, but it also has countless Destroyed Demons who support them. Even if they want to avoid their sharp edge and destroy the Destroyed Demon first, they can resurrect the Destroyed Demons almost infinitely. Just like cheating, if it is not a high-level Silver man or a large-scale army led by the nobles, there is no single mercenary group that dares to challenge such an opponent.

Going sideways to avoid the fireball, this is Rukaka's subconscious action. People always choose to avoid danger as soon as possible, but then he was shocked, because he suddenly thought that the noble lady was standing behind him at this time. What would the consequences would the fireball that he didn't even dare to take on the other party? This was simply unimaginable!

Mikoto, the fireball found by Rukaka naturally noticed it immediately. Unlike Rukaka, such a fireball does not cause much damage to her as a mage. According to the game, she can only wipe off a little bloody skin. However, no one is willing to try to make the fireball smash. Looking at the oncoming fireball, Mikoto also opened her body sideways.

But Mikoto's movements stopped the next moment. What stopped her movements was a shadow that suddenly appeared in front of her, followed by a short muffled groan.

He didn't even understand what was going on. He stood there for a moment before Mikoto looked at his feet. The man who Rukaka called "Blackbeard" was lying in front of him with her flesh and blood twitching.

Then Mikoto understood what had just happened -

This man who didn't even know his real name actually blocked himself in an instant without thinking, blocking the fireball for himself!

To be honest, Mikoto didn't know anything about this. She didn't understand why they dared to step onto the devil's wasteland for a few silver coins, why they chose to refuse the gold coins they delivered to their door, and why they could block the deceased attack for someone who couldn't even understand.

Yes, for the "Blackbeard", the fireball is called "a mortal blow". The flame of the Destroyed Demon Wizard is equivalent to a full-strength attack of the silver high-level attack, so how could a mere black iron-level mercenary bear it? He knew all of these, but at that moment he didn't even think about it, and resolutely chose to use his body to protect the employer - even if the other party's understanding of him was only the title of "Blackbeard", it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was not acquainted.

Just because of the three gold coins he paid? This is ridiculous. How can human life be measured by coins? But the glory of mercenaries makes them willing to give up their lives. Obeying oaths is the starting point for all the principles of mercenaries, and the moment they receive commissions, it is equivalent to making an oath.

For a long time, humans in this world can fight against the demons of hell with obvious disadvantages without being destroyed, and they do not rely on the power of professions that have long become legendary. This determination to good is truly worthy of pride and the most solid reliance.

The injured have a faint breath, but this does not mean that life can continue. This is just the last breath of perseverance, and the faint fire of life will be extinguished at any time. This scene happened in front of everyone. As mercenaries, they will face death at any time. This is the enlightenment they have on the first day of joining this profession, but this does not mean that other members of the Silver Wolf can not be sad about the passing of their comrades, or that the battlefield is the place where sincere friendship is the most possible place to establish.

However, when facing a large number of destruction demons led by the destruction wizard, it is a luxury to remember the deceased comrades.

"Stinky feet, protect Lord Mikoto! Others should pay attention to dispersed, and be careful to guard against the fireballs of the desolate wizard!"

After saying this, Rukaka subconsciously glanced at Mikoto and the black beard that fell to the ground, but was shocked by the scene in front of her. The girl was leaning down and feeding a bottle of liquid to the mercenary's mouth, but it was not clear stream water, but purple amber. Coincidentally, Rukaka guessed what the liquid was.

It is naturally impossible for a black iron-level mercenary to be rescued from the destructive wizard's attack on the front. Even Mikoto is a mage, she does not have the ability to revive the dead.

But Blackbeard still breathed a sigh of relief - although it was extremely weak, as far as conventional means were concerned, no one could do anything in a place without healing conditions in the wild, but this world was not routine, and there was an item called healing potion. Without any hesitation, Mikoto took out the potion bottle that had previously filled the stream.

"Master God, I want to synthesize a mild healing potion!"

【Minius healing agent (empty bottle) + clean stream water, synthesize mild healing agent (full bottle), and requires the reward point *1 to be consumed. Is it synthesized?】

"Sure!"

【Successful synthesis, consumption reward point *1, Junior Explorer Misaka Mikoto now has the remaining reward point *39】

With the sound of the system, the originally white and transparent stream water turned into a dark red color, which was the color of the healing potion. The reward point was only 39, but Mikoto was not a pity. Human life is always the most important. What is the point of being alive if even this conscience is abandoned? She opened the bottle plug and poured it directly on the black beard, praying that this potion could have the same magical effect on ordinary mercenaries who are not professionals.

As the leader of the mercenary regiment, Rukaka has never seen healing potions, but has also heard of this magical alchemy product. In fact, most people in this world have heard of healing potions, especially the mercenaries who have been running around with their heads all year round. Everyone dreams of having such a life-saving talisman, but this is too luxurious.

A bottle of the most basic mild healing potion is more than 70 gold coins in circulation. The reason why it is expressed in "circulation" rather than "market" is that these precious potions never appear on the market, but only circulate among nobles. No civilian can afford such a sky-high price. In fact, one or two gold coins are all the money that a civilian can handle in his lifetime. Even if they bet on their entire mercenary group, they cannot afford so much money. What's more, the potion is already rare. In fact, the alchemist who can make healing potions has almost disappeared on the mainland. The only person who is known is the mysterious Lord Akara in the Roger camp. The output of one to two bottles a week will always be snatched away by people at the first time. Ordinary little nobles may not be able to buy it even if they have money.
Chapter completed!