Chapter 87 Rescue

The entrance to the sewer has become a battlefield.

The unique mercenaries of Lugaoin poured into the sewer from the ground like a tide along the steps. A few burning skeletons were completely submerged in the sea of ​​people in the blink of an eye.

The mercenaries waved their spears flashing with cold light, instantly seized the advantageous terrain, and established a defense line at the entrance. Not long after, Gretz walked down the steps with a gloomy face. He glanced around and snorted heavily with hidden anger: "Where are they?"

"I didn't see them." A mercenary captain shook his head with a solemn expression.

The undead creatures have invaded the entrance of the sewer, which means that the entire first floor of the sewer has fallen. Gross and his group are not here, and they are probably in danger. At most, they are forced to go somewhere else by these powerful undead creatures.

"Go find them!" Gretz was furious.

Lugaoin's forces are divided into three parts. One is the guard force of Jehain. The second is the thousands of professionals in the city. The third force is his mercenaries. The guards ensure the safety of the city. The professionals are responsible for external affairs. The mercenaries take care of both. The three parties work together to ensure the smooth development of Lugaoin.

However, the profits from the excavation of the Tomb of Talrasha over the years have made Lugaoin unprecedentedly powerful. In addition to the large number of professionals, even the magic props obtained by the guards through cracking have become more and more powerful. His status is becoming more and more inconspicuous. He is very worried that in the near future, mercenaries will become an insignificant force and will eventually be completely swallowed up.

Gross is the one he decided to bet on.

He needs Gross, who can speak in front of Jerhain, and he also needs to get close to the finance minister. With the influence of the Rufis family, he will continue to maintain the unique status of mercenaries.

But now if Gross dies in the sewer, everything will be over. The Rufis family will not let it go. They will definitely impose the crime of murdering the family heir on the mercenary union and take the opportunity to swallow up the mercenary union. After so many years in Lugaoin, how could he not see the hideous faces under the gentle appearance of these nobles.

"Sir, I need an explanation." A paladin in his thirties walked down the steps with a gloomy face.

"This has nothing to do with me." Gretz said expressionlessly without looking back.

"If it weren't for your incompetence, how could my brother go down to such a dirty place." The paladin's tone suddenly rose, full of anger.

"He insisted on coming down with those envoys from the Rogue Camp." Gretz's temples swelled on both sides, leaving no handle.

"Cleaning the sewer is your responsibility, not my brother's responsibility." The paladin glared.

"Sir, Ruhadi." Gretz turned his head and looked at the paladin coldly: "I stopped him, but he insisted on coming down. I'm just a mercenary leader. He is the future heir of your Rufis family. Can I refuse his request?"

"That's your business." Paladin Ruhadi was furious.

Gretz's face suddenly turned pale, and he wanted to punch this bastard to death. He has been in Lugaoin for decades, how could he not see that Ruhadi was taking advantage of the situation. It has been rumored for a long time that there is a rift between this bastard and Gross because of the family inheritance. How could he make things difficult for himself because of Gross?

Isn't it just to take advantage of the opportunity to annex the mercenary guild and strengthen his own strength?

"Damn it." Gretz was in a bad mood.

At this time, a commotion broke out among the mercenaries. Gretz was furious and roared, "Who is making trouble?"

"Samer is back." A loud shout came from the crowd.

Gretz's eyes lit up and he immediately strode over. Since Samer is back, Gross must be back too. As long as he gets through this level, who dares to threaten him.

Pushing the crowd aside, Gretz walked to the front. At this time, the figures of Lan Wu and his group were faintly visible in the darkness. He looked closely and saw that the one in the front was Samer. He couldn't help but choke when he glanced over.

Samer, there. The messengers from the Rogue Camp were also there. But Gross was nowhere to be seen.

"Lord Graz, go and save Lord Gross." Sammer finally felt relieved when he saw Graz.

"Sammer, where is Gross?" Graz strode to Sammer and asked, ignoring the fact that the latter was panting and almost fainting.

"Second... Second floor." Sammer raised two fingers with difficulty. The relaxation after the high tension made him lose the last bit of strength. In order to get back as quickly as possible, he had already used up all his strength and held on with one breath.

"Damn it." Graz roared angrily.

At this moment, he wanted to strangle Sammer to death with his own hands. He deliberately sent out Sammer, a coward, just to make Gross and those country bumpkins give up. He only asked Gross and his party to stay at the entrance before the team was assembled, just for the sake of his intention. But this damn guy took Gross into danger.

"I said..." Lan Wu interrupted.

"Shut up, country bumpkin." Gretz was furious and glared at Lan Wu with resentment.

"Okay, I'll shut up." Lan Wu shrugged helplessly, turned back and muttered in a low voice: "They don't seem to know what it means to save people like putting out fire. It seems that Gross is dead. Then let's not care about it, anyway, it's not the people from the Rogue camp who died."

Avila and his men didn't like Lu Gaoyin. Hearing Lan Wu's instructions, they nodded happily and took the initiative to retreat to the side to organize their equipment. Everyone was injured to varying degrees in the breakout just now, and it was a good time to treat them now.

Grez choked again. He knew Gross's strength. If rescued in time, maybe they could hold on until reinforcements arrived. But if they delayed a little longer, they might really die.

"Let's go, target, the second floor of the sewer." Grez glared at Lan Wu fiercely and took note of this incident. Now the more important thing is to rescue Gross.

The mercenaries got the order and immediately formed a team. Grez grabbed Sammer with his big hand and pushed him to the front of the team, roaring: "Lead the way, if you don't die this time, I will let you go."

Sammer secretly groaned. Leading the way is too dangerous, and it is usually done by senior mercenaries. He is just an apprentice mercenary, not a real mercenary, and he is not very courageous. Leading the way in front, there is a high probability that he will not be able to go back alive. Helplessly, he did not dare to contradict Grez, so he had to bite the bullet and lead the team to the entrance of the second floor of the sewer.

After a while, the vanguard had already encountered the chasing skeletons. The sound of fighting broke out from the front in an instant. These twenty or so burning skeletons were not weak, but they could not defeat the mercenaries with large numbers. They were gradually suppressed.

Lan Wu listened to the fighting sounds coming from the front with a calm expression. Suddenly, his eyes darkened. He looked up and saw Gretz roaring in a gloomy voice: "If he dies, I will definitely kill you and bury him with him."

"Instead of wasting time threatening me, it is better to think about how to find him in the shortest time." Lan Wu shrugged and didn't care.

"You, you wait." Gretz laughed angrily. He was completely angered by Lan Wu's attitude.

Lan Wu shrugged helplessly.

Gretz glared at Lan Wu fiercely and turned away. Just after taking two steps, he roared in a low voice without looking back: "You'd better go back to the Rogue camp now and never appear in front of me again. Otherwise, even Akara can't save you."

"We are not afraid of threats." Flora was angry and fought back without showing any weakness.

Gretz looked back at her, snorted coldly, and turned to catch up with the team in front.

Seeing him leave, Flora wanted to take the opportunity to vent a few words, but Lan Wu suddenly grabbed her: "Don't make trouble, don't forget our purpose."

Flora was angry, but she had to give up. She knew Lan Wu's plan. Gretz's mercenaries were suitable for hiring to go to the Rogue camp to resist Bishuboshu.

At this time, the paladin Ruhadi strode over. He walked in front of Lan Wu, looked up and down, and shouted angrily: "It was you who put my brother in danger?"

"Your brother? Gross?" Lan Wu looked at Ruhadi with a strange face.

"Yes." Ruhadi glared.

"What does he have to do with me?" Lan Wu asked back.

"If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have come to this dirty sewer. You killed him." Ruhadi's mouth was full of saliva, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Lan Wu looked strange, turned around and asked: "Do people in Lugao like to show their presence like this?"

Avila and others couldn't help but smile. Especially Flora, who laughed unceremoniously and raised two middle fingers fiercely: "I think you wish he would die here."

Ruhadi's temples jumped suddenly, and then he was furious: "Take them to follow, if my brother dies here, let them be buried with him."

Two sturdy barbarians strode up from behind, staring at Lan Wu and his party with ill intentions. Lan Wu shrugged helplessly and obediently took Avila and his party to follow the mercenary team in front.

Watching Lan Wu and his party go away, Ruhadi narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his voice and ordered: "Find him, if he is not dead, kill him. Put all the blame on these country bumpkins."

"Yes, Lord Ruhadi."

More than 20 followers responded in a deep voice, passing by Ruhadi one after another, and closely following at the end. Ruhadi watched his followers go away, completely without the anger just now. He snorted lightly, turned around and walked up the stairs.

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"Damn it." Gross's face turned pale and he fled in panic. There were dense footsteps in the darkness behind him.

He was almost unable to run. He tried his best to avoid the undead creatures along the way. But the number of these undead creatures exceeded his imagination. It seemed that all the undead creatures gathered on the second floor of the sewer. No matter where he fled, he would always encounter a group of about ten or twenty burning skeletons or burning death archers. He didn't know how many had gathered behind him after fleeing all the way. He only knew that he could definitely resist.

Escape until Graz's reinforcements arrived.

Gross supported his heavy legs with this thought. Suddenly, a staircase leading to the underground appeared in front of him. He couldn't help but choke, and his tense nerves almost collapsed.

Damn, the entrance to the third floor of the sewer.

PS: Sorry, I came back late... . . .