The profession of mercenary is precarious. Think about it, when Beta was a player, in the first three years of becoming a lord, he upgraded his adventure activities and failed hundreds of times during this period. In addition to the killing of various powerful monsters and evil creatures, there are also various environmental killings, terrain killings, mechanism killings, etc.
Ways to Die can make another "100 Most Surprising Ways to Die in the World".
Of course, this has something to do with the fact that the players are more "waves", but it can still be seen from the side how dangerous the so-called adventurous life is.
And these game natives who don't have the ability to resurrect, if they want to rely on adventure to rise to the elite level, in addition to being cautious enough, they must also have excellent luck.
Of course, strength is an important factor. People like Beta, if they form a team of master-level powerhouses to take risks and dig other people's ancient tombs, the death rate will never exceed one percent.
Many mercenaries died during the adventurous journey, and only a small number of people with great luck lived to the end with a smile.
Beta didn't find it strange what happened to White. He looked at Bart and said lightly: "You have no money and no place to live now. A proud person like you will definitely not be willing to guard the door of a noble family anymore. dog, then. Becoming a mercenary is your only way out."
Bart was silent. He did have the idea of going to other cities to be a free mercenary.
"But mercenaries are not so easy to do." Beta smiled: "A narrow escape is the norm in the mercenary world. Those who survive will gain both money and sex, and the dead will be forgotten forever. What a cruel and interesting world."
But Bart said indifferently: "The mercenary world is indeed close to death, but those are brave people. They should not be commented on by those who stay behind and guard a comfortable life."
There was a little sneer at the corner of Beta's mouth: "I have been a mercenary for four years... Between the two of us, who is the one who stays behind?"
Bart was surprised, he looked at Beta in disbelief.
"Strange?" Beta said with a strange expression on Bart's heart at this time: "A dude who looks white and clean, and a mage who looks like a pampered master, has been a mercenary for four years. Absolutely impossible"
Bart's face was a little embarrassed, and Beta completely said what was in his heart.
"People can't just look at appearances." Beta smiled and said, "Maybe you think I'm lying, but strength is the worst thing that can deceive people. I'm confident that I can knock you down empty-handed within ten seconds. And No spells needed. Do you believe it?"
After staying for a while, Bart showed a weird smile, which was obviously mocking.
When Beta saw him like this, he threw the cup in his hand upwards, clapped his hands on the armrest of the chair heavily, and the whole person rose into the air, and then kicked with his left foot, hitting Bart's head with the force of wind and thunder. .
Bart's reaction speed is also extremely fast. He moved half a step to the right to avoid the attack of the leg split. When he was about to fight back, he saw Beta's body still in mid-air, twisted strangely, and his right leg was like a whip. Just drew it.
A person's right leg is not a whip after all, so only when the speed reaches a certain level, the side kick will give people the feeling of a whip coming, which is due to the deceiving effect produced by the vision.
But the phenomenon that can cause visual illusions has its own reasons.
Bart's left arm was tightly stretched, and then he quickly shifted his center of gravity to the right, intending to use his body weight and his own muscles to withstand the opponent's attack.
After a muffled bang, Bart felt the opponent's attack land on his left arm, and it was like a thick iron root hitting him. It hurts horribly. Fortunately, the opponent's strength did not seem to be very exaggerated, he only took three steps back to the left and right, and then stopped.
After all, he is a magician, and his strength is insufficient... Heck, how could a magician have such a powerful force, knocking a pure warrior like himself three steps back, you know, he is wearing iron armor.
Taking advantage of Bart's retreat, Beta stood on the ground with one hand, and stood up straight with a beautiful idling, which was surprisingly fast. At the same time, he stepped forward with two steps, bent his upper body, and then punched Bart's chin with an uppercut with his left hand.
After finally standing still, Bart saw that Beta was approaching, and immediately pressed down with both hands, trying to block the opponent's uppercut attack.
His reaction speed was fast, and he did block Beta's lower uppercut, but his expression changed drastically in the next second, because he didn't feel any strength from the opponent's lower uppercut attack.
This is a feint.
As soon as a thought flashed through Bart's head, the left side of his cheek was hit hard.
Beta swung his fist with a residual image, knocking Bart backwards and hitting the wall.
Boxers love to hit the jaw because it's easy to hit someone with a concussion. Bart is a warrior with extraordinary physique. Although he will not lose his balance and fall to the ground after being hit on the jaw hard like ordinary people, the huge impact still makes his body a little unresponsive, and even flowers appear in his vision. point.
He pressed his hands against the wall, desperately opened his eyes wide to see Beta on the opposite side, and fought back, but soon he smiled wryly.
Beta's right hand pointed at his throat.
Bart is very clear that if Beta is the enemy, he is already dead at this time.
"Are you a fighter or a magician?" Bart shook his head, and the slight dizziness in his head was gradually disappearing. He looked at Beta opposite him in surprise: "Ordinary multi-professionals can't fight like you." experience."
"I said I've been a mercenary for four years, but you don't believe me."
Bart squatted on the ground suddenly, holding his head in his hands like an idiot. At this time, a huge sense of shame clashed in his heart.
Ahhh... I really want to die. A rookie who hadn't even seen blood, actually said such self-righteous words to a veteran mercenary who had experienced many battles.
I really want to have a hole in the ground for myself to drill.
The above words are Bart's state of mind at this time.
Boom... A bag of gold coins was thrown in front of Bart, and Beta said, "There are fifteen gold coins in it, which are regarded as the mission salary paid in advance for you. You go out and buy yourself a good weapon and a good shield. Cleanse yourself , come here to report before eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Bart, who was about to explode in shame, picked up the money bag and rushed out. At this moment, he didn't want to stay in this room for even a second.
Running out of the hotel, running on the street, ignoring the surprised eyes of passers-by, Bart didn't stop until he was tired and sweaty from running.
At this time, the sense of shame had been removed a lot, and he began to feel that there seemed to be something wrong.
After thinking about it carefully, his expression changed suddenly: Damn, when did I agree to be his subordinate.