Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 224: Situation in Plouta

With a smile stretching his lips, Maxime had never been so happy.

"So, how do you feel?" asked Maria, sensing his excitement through their bond.

"It's incredible!" he exclaimed as he watched the landscape pass below him. He could see the land receding, the trees becoming mere green spots beneath them.

His men below looked up, envying their leader who could experience the sensation of flying.

Especially since flying on the back of a wyvern, how majestic was that?

Of the millions of people living in the kingdom of the Frost Eagle, probably less than 500 of them had ever flown at least once in their lives.

And on a wyvern... Maxime was probably the only one in the whole Kingdom.

As Maxime flew through the air while pointing the way to Maria, Laura rolled her eyes, and a few memories from her past flashed before her eyes.

But these thoughts disappeared the moment she heard:

"Come on guys, let's go down the mountain and hurry up to join our leader in Plouta."

"And don't forget to take care of the eggs, and above all be careful. Despite their appearance they are quite heavy, so we will take turns carrying them on the way."

Laura listened to Andrew, who had taken over as leader of the mercenary group, and smiled slightly.

Obviously, Andrew did not enjoy the same level of respect as Maxime, but his abilities as a leader were in fact very high.

So much so that he himself did not know it. He sincerely believed that only force could convince everyone to listen to his orders.

Now that his strength was no longer the best, he thought his position was in danger.

But nevertheless everyone respected him enormously.

Because he was the one who always took the lead, and always took the greatest risks.

Against the bandits, he had taken the greatest pressure by confronting Laura.

During the battle of Plouta, he single-handedly took care of three apprentice knights, including one who was at the stage of great success, while he himself was only at the stage of small success.

This was also the case on the dimensional battlefield where he withstood the most intense pressure when confronting Kaelor, and offered Liam opportunities to strike.

In most battles, he always ended up seriously injured because he wanted to protect everyone.

But it wasn't just thanks to the battlefields that he was respected.

In the daily life of the mercenary group, he was the one who took care of resolving most of the internal troubles that could arise.

When a mercenary was ill, he would spend time taking care of him or her, chatting and bringing food and drink.

When someone was too drunk, he would give them water first, then often carry them back to bed on his back or in his arms.

Even if the sleeping places were several hundred meters from where the party was taking place.

When newcomers arrived in the group of mercenaries, he was also the one who took care of integrating them.

Even if at first he might have seemed fierce and arrogant, his heart was really kind.

And his place was not something that could be taken by force.

"Yes, vice-chief!" all the mercenaries replied simultaneously.

Laura, for her part, picked up one of the eggs and put her ear to it. To her surprise, she could actually hear noises.

*batoum*

*batoum*

*batoum*

It was the sound of the little wyvern's heart beating inside.

"I wonder if one day I could give birth too?" Laura whispered discreetly, her eyes narrowed as she observed the egg in her hands.

...

Kingdom of the Frost Eagle, village of Plouta.

boom

A wooden house collapsed on top of her, a figure in blood slowly getting up.

"Liam!"

Ivan and Wigor approached in panic.

Liam struggled to his feet.

"It's okay guys, I'm fine."

Ivan and Wigor looked at Liam with complicated eyes.

They had previously looked down on Liam because of his three-star potential, which was no better than those with two-star potential.

But since the dimensional battlefield, it was this same mediocre man, whom everyone despised and mocked, who had become the strongest in the village of Plouta. No mercenary could compete with him for this title.

Ivan and Wigor were only better than Liam in terms of physique, but his swordplay combined with his talent [ghost swordsman] made him almost as strong as a knight.

The two of them had only the fighting power of an apprentice knight at the stage of maximum great success, they were not at all on the same level.

At that moment, a figure stood calmly in front of the three mercenaries.

"What amazing talent, you managed to seriously injure me with the physique of an apprentice knight at the stage of great success."

The speaker was a man wearing full steel armor. He looked like an invulnerable war machine just by standing there.

Except for the fact that he was now missing an arm.

If he hadn't had his vital seed, which allowed him great control over his own body, he would have died from blood loss.

All around them, it was total chaos.

Baron Irut's soldiers and the remaining mercenaries of the Sabertooth Tigers fought fiercely against well-trained soldiers.

"Keep fighting and protect the villagers!"

"Baron Irut's knights will be here soon!"

The one who shouted was a middle-aged man in his thirties.

It was Killian, the leader of Baron Irut's soldiers and an apprentice knight at the stage of great success.

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His status was equivalent to that of Ivan and Wigor, even slightly higher because he had received orders from Maxime when he left the village of Plouta.

A few months earlier, he had come to Plouta with Henry and Ultia, two apprentice knights, as well as 10 elite soldiers and 80 ordinary soldiers.

Although only 4 elite soldiers and 21 ordinary soldiers remained, Maxime still assigned him the task of taking good care of the village in his absence.

And he did his best to organize the defense of the village.

Although at that moment, the village streets were filled with the clash of weapons and the screams of combatants.

The muddy ground was littered with corpses and the wounded, while flames licked at the roofs of several houses. The smell of blood and smoke mingled in the air, making the atmosphere suffocating.

Liam, despite his injuries, gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his sword. His body was screaming in pain, but he had no time to weaken.

"Can we at least have the honor of knowing the name of the knight we are facing?"

This knight had appeared out of nowhere, and had taken advantage of the fact that he was fighting fiercely against an apprentice knight to launch a surprise attack.

Unfortunately, it had backfired, and Liam had immediately activated his talent, seriously wounding him very quickly.

"I am Argan, a knight of Lord Barthon."

Liam frowned.

The saber-toothed tigers did not just train in the village. They had inquired a lot about Baron Barthon and his men, particularly by sending mercenaries into his territory but also by talking to Baron Irut.

And clearly, they had never heard of this knight.

"Why attack the village so violently, to the point of attacking the houses?" asked Liam, not understanding the motives for such violence.

Argan smiled mockingly at such a question.

"Who really cares about these people? They're cockroaches, and they'll manage to survive in any circumstances."

"The most important thing for us is to conquer Baron Irut's territory."

Hearing these words, Liam's heart was far from calm.

For it meant that they were fully prepared to launch such an attack after so long.

It was the first time he had felt in danger and had really put his life in jeopardy.

"Don't worry, Liam."

"We're here."

The voices of Ivan and Wigor somewhat calmed Liam's agitated heart.

"It's true, even though at the time I was just a weak villager, the Saber-toothed Tigers had already managed to repel Baron Barthon's men."

"Of the 62 mercenaries, only 25 were left at the end of the battle."

"Yet none of them thought of running away during the battle, showing an absolutely inhuman courage that even elite commandos would envy."

"Let's not disgrace the name of our mercenary group."

Liam's words fired up Ivan and Wigor, who clenched their swords tightly in their hands.

"You're right, Liam, we can do it."

Seeing this scene unfold before him, Argan laughed out loud.

"How pathetic, consoling each other like that. Go to hell, you two."

Suddenly, he rushed towards Liam.

He was so fast that Liam barely had time to draw his sword to defend himself.

But he succeeded by the skin of his teeth. However, the force of the attack was such that he was immediately pushed back several meters.

Ivan and Wigor took advantage of the opportunity to attack, but both were easily blocked by Argan.

"Damn it, back off, Ivan!" shouted Wigor, seeing their attacks easily blocked.

From then on, they were in a weak position!

And indeed, Argan's counter-attack came quickly, pushing back the two young mercenaries with a sword stroke each, seriously injuring them both at the same time.

In the various streets of the village, things were no better.

The other 77 mercenaries, including 5 veterans of the Saber-toothed Tigers, fought hard against Baron Barthon's soldiers in the streets of Plouta, as well as outside.

Faced with them, the ordinary and elite soldiers did not have much strength to resist, and they were dropping like flies.

"What the hell are these monsters?"

"They're all apprentice knights at the very least!"

"There are even a lot of them who have achieved the level of minor success!"

Among Baron Barthon's soldiers, morale was not at its best.

At first they were confident, attacking this small village with more than 1000 soldiers, 30 apprentice knights and even one knight!

But after so long, all the recruits of Plouta and Hénor had trained enormously, and their enthusiasm for becoming stronger had only increased when [Nox Limit] was upgraded to level 2.

After several months of training, they were all in excellent physical shape.

They also had combat experience thanks to the dimensional battlefield, and had already experienced death.

Under these circumstances, they could not be considered ordinary recruits with only a few months of training.

They were clearly elite warriors who could no longer be measured by common sense!