The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations Chapter 684

Episode 684: Tell them to come in person. (2)

The new(?) mercenaries were muttering to themselves as they watched the veteran(?) mercenaries who had previously been bandits standing in front.

“Hey, those guys still have loyalty. They have loyalty.”

“Can people really be reborn?”

“I had a prejudice against him because he was a bandit, but today I learned that I was wrong.”

The bandits thought as they heard the commotion.

‘You crazy bastards, that’s not it.’

‘If Tyran had come in person, I wouldn’t know. Even if a few of those guys came, it wouldn’t be enough. They would never win against the vice-captain.’

‘If you leave here, you will be killed by the vice-captain.’

As you can see, the Iron Lions were all holding clubs. It was clear that they had no intention of killing anyone.

If you fight, you might break a few places, but that’s better. Just be careful not to get hit in the wrong place and die or become disabled.

So they braced themselves for battle. They were more afraid of the Giselle before their eyes than the Iron Lions.

Jiselle stepped forward, then looked back and asked.

“Osval, aren’t you coming out?”

“Brother, I’m a man named Osval. I think I’m a bit sick from what I had for lunch earlier.”

Osvald held his stomach and made a pained expression. Giselle clicked her tongue and shook her head at the sight.

“Tsk tsk, anyway, just be like Claude with your mouth shut.”

He always acts like he’s a man and all, but he’s also very timid and funny despite his size.

Zark, who had been watching, said with a mocking expression.

“What? That’s all? You want to fight us with just that many people?”

Jiselle, Yulien, Kyle and 10 mercenaries from the bandit group.

That was all for the spirals. Deneb stepped aside and prepared to treat the wounded.

In comparison, the Ironclad Lions had 100 men. It was a number that would not have put up a fight unless the smaller side was overwhelmingly stronger.

Nevertheless, Jiselle still answered with a relaxed expression.

“Are you here to fight with words? If you’re going to attack, then attack quickly. But I appreciate your intention not to cross the line, so I’ll just give you a moderate amount of help.”

Jiselle twirled her magic wand(?) around.

It was praiseworthy that they didn’t take out the knife. Of course, the other side must have been confident that they could win, so they resorted to such abusive behavior.

Zark frowned at Giselle’s words, which seemed to be looking down on them. It was difficult to continue listening.

He had planned to send out only about half of them to educate them, but then changed his mind.

“Go all out and take care of those bastards!”

“Wow!”

The mercenaries charged forward with fierce momentum. At the same time, Giselle was the first to jump forward.

The mercenaries swung their clubs as they saw the approaching Giselle.

In response, Giselle also swung her magic wand.

Kwaaaaang!

“uh?”

The mercenaries ahead looked dumbfounded for a moment. There was a sound that shouldn’t have been made when the clubs clashed.

The club was already broken. They were hit by something before they could even come to their senses.

Phew!

The mercenaries at the forefront fell before they could even scream.

Jiselle struck their heads at a very fast speed. The mercenaries fell down as soon as they were hit.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

“Eww! What the heck!”

The mercenaries were shocked. They had been through a lot, but this was the first time they had seen someone move like Jiselle. It was on a completely different level.

It wasn’t just Giselle who was strong. Yulien and Kyle were also slashing at the mercenaries with their swords.

Common sense would have it that if 100 people rushed in, even 30 would be pushed back. However, these three people were overwhelmingly pushing back 100 people.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Among them, the best was, of course, Jiselle. Swinging his magic wand wildly, he was, as always, single-handedly cutting through a group of mercenaries in a straight line.

“You bastard, stop!”

The executives who knew how to use mana felt a sense of crisis and stepped forward.

Kaang! Kaang! Kaang!

Then, when the clubs struck, the sound was a little different than before.

But they couldn’t last more than a few moves. Jiselle blocked the oncoming clubs in an instant, and struck the executives’ heads and legs, knocking them down in one blow.

Zark took a step back hesitantly.

“What, what is that guy!”

The magic wasn’t even there to be seen. The wizard was just swinging his staff, and everyone was falling down like straw.

The other two also feel like they are being hit with swords, but these mercenaries are falling down as soon as they are hit.

Why are such powerful people working as mercenaries? Shouldn’t they have joined a noble family and lived a luxurious life?

It wasn’t just Zark who was dumbfounded. The new recruits of the Yulien mercenary group who were watching also had their mouths open.

‘What, what is that? What is that?’

‘The movements are completely different from when we fought, right?’

‘I knew you were strong, but I didn’t know you were that strong!’

The Ironclad Lions are the best and strongest mercenary group in the region. It is said that even their regular members can take on three average mercenaries.

They only select people whose skills have been proven to that extent. That’s why they’ve maintained their top position.

But those mercenaries were falling one after another. At first glance, they looked no different from ordinary people.

The new mercenaries also knew that Jisel was strong because they had fought him before. However, they just thought of him as being relatively strong compared to them and let it go.

But now that I look back, it wasn’t really an illusion. It was just that they were just some mercenaries, so Jiselle didn’t show off her full skills.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

All the bandits were moved to tears as they watched Jiselle’s splendid skills.

‘As expected, people have to stand in line well!’

‘That’s a devil that no one can defeat!’

‘If you were going to hit the boss, you should’ve all come! You arrogant bastards!’

They didn’t even have to confront their opponents. All they did was follow the three men while shouting.

Since the three in front had all been knocked down, there wasn’t much to do. All I could do was hit the fallen guys one by one to show off.

“You bastard! How dare you attack our Yulien Mercenary Corps!”

“Did you think it would only be this many numbers?”

“You thought you were the strongest?”

They acted proudly for something they didn’t do.

Anyway, being hit first is a talent, if that’s the case, then these people were the ones who knew Jiselle’s true nature the best.

Phew!

“Ugh… … .”

Thanks to the efforts of these three, the 100 mercenaries were all defeated before long.

The bandit-turned-members beat up those who seemed to be in good health and knocked them down.

Then Deneb gestured to them and said:

“Okay, bring a stretcher and bandages. Bring some herbs too. Oh man, it looks like his head is broken.”

“Okay, Sister!”

“Don’t call me that!”

“I will correct it! Sister!”

The bandit-turned-members bowed their heads respectfully to Deneve and helped her.

Deneve used her divine powers on those with the most broken heads. The rest were treated roughly by her bandit subordinates, who bandaged them.

Since they also lived in the wild(?), they knew their own methods of emergency treatment. With Deneve by their side, they were able to quickly treat the injured.

Zark, the deputy commander of the Iron Lions, was still standing there with a blank expression on his face.

“Are you dreaming?”

The dream was clear. They were known as the strongest in this region, but they were beaten like this by just three people.

I pinched the ball a few times, but there was no sign of him waking up from his dream. He seemed to be deeply immersed in a nightmare.

Jiselle slowly approached Zark, who was so shocked.

“How is it? What do you think?”

“… … .”

“Why are you bragging about being the best with only these kids?”

“… … .”

“Ha, in my time… … .”

Jiselle tilted her head for a moment before speaking.

His mercenary group was truly the strongest on the continent. However, in his memory, that was a thing of the past, but in this era, it was a thing of the future.

What should I say about that? It’s an old story, but it’s not an old story.

Jiselle, whose head started to hurt after thinking about it, shook her head several times and said.

“Now it’s my turn to speak.”

“What, what?”

“Tell Tyrone to come say ‘hello’.”

“Oh, no. That’s… … .”

Zark was terrified. Tyran was a proud man.

But how can I convey such words!

“Gisselle said, patting the hesitant Zark on the shoulder.

“All those who fall now will go to jail.”

“What, what? Prison? A fight between mercenaries?”

“Did you think it would just end if you attacked first and said, ‘We lost?’ Do you think I’m a pushover?”

“… … .”

“If you don’t want those guys to rot in prison for the rest of their lives, you’ll have to tell them.”

“… … .”

Baron Nordhill would certainly do so if the Yulien Mercenaries wanted it. It would be a problem if 100 people were locked up in prison before the territory war.

This is the one who started the fight. Even if it was just an excuse, the cause was with the Yulien Mercenary Corps.

Jiselle continued speaking with a snicker.

“You can’t just go, right? I’ll make sure to convey it to you.”

“what…….”

Kwajik!

“Kwaaah!”

Before Zark could finish speaking, Giselle’s staff struck his shoulder.

He sat down with his shoulder blade shattered and his expression distorted. The reason for this was more shock than pain.

‘This guy is not a wizard! We were all fooled! But how good is his skill to be like this… … .’

Zark could also use mana. Although he was more talented at management than fighting, his fighting skills were comparable to those of a knight.

That is why he was able to take on the role of deputy commander of a large mercenary group such as the Iron Lions.

Even he didn’t notice how Jiselle’s seal was moving. His body, which could control mana, couldn’t even withstand simple attacks.

‘It’s similar to when I saw the captain. Are you really saying that this guy has similar skills to the captain?’

That was the extent of what I could guess as a Zark.

Anyway, he realized one thing for sure now.

‘I touched the wrong person. I should have approached him more carefully and tried to persuade him a little… ‘

If I had known they were this strong, I wouldn’t have tried to pick a fight like this.

But now there was no way he could do anything. After being treated like this, there was no way the captain could just sit still.

One of them had to die for it to end. That was the kind of man Tyran was.

‘There will be enormous damage… …. Our mercenary group may not be able to participate in the territory battle.’

Zark stood up, clutching his shoulder. All he could do now was tell her this shocking news.

“Okay… I’ll make sure to convey this properly to the captain.”

The anger and laughter had long since disappeared from his expression. Only despair filled him.

Jiselle nodded and said.

“It’s okay if you bring something like a gift when you come.”

“… … .”

Zark left without answering any further. Compared to his arrogant attitude when he first came in, his back looked very shabby as he left alone.

After Zark left, silence flowed for a long time. The only sounds were the groans of the fallen mercenaries and the voice of Deneb teaching healing methods to the bandit-turned-members.

The new recruits of the Yulien Mercenary Corps just rolled their eyes.

‘What, what is it? Why are you like that?’

‘Those things are definitely not human. They’re monsters.’

‘Just how strong is it?’

They were too strong. There was no doubt about it. The Iron Lions were truly skilled mercenaries, unlike themselves.

They say they don’t have the skills to see things, but they really didn’t know it would be this bad.

It wasn’t just the vice-captain who was strong. Even the captain, Yulien, and the second vice-captain(?), Kyle, were strong beyond imagination.

At this point, wouldn’t it be fair to say that the skills of these three people are similar to Tyran’s?

Even if they are a little bit less skilled, there are three people here who are equally skilled.

The mercenaries clearly knew where to line up. As expected, the bandits had not come forward for nothing.

But I was already scared and had fled, so I was in a really awkward position. I had nothing to say even if I got cursed at.

At that moment, Oswald shouted loudly and ran out.

“Wow! As expected from you, you are the best! Our Yulien Mercenary Group is the best in this region!”

The shameless Osval went first. The mercenaries did not miss a second chance.

“Wow! This is the best!”

“As expected, they are the captain and vice captain!”

“We won!”

In an instant, cheers filled the room. As Giselle stood awkwardly and squinted her eyes, Osval quickly raised his giant hammer and shouted excitedly.

“Brother! From now on, I will actively assist your great cause! That man Osval! I will always stand at the forefront and defeat your enemies!”

“……okay.”

Even Jiselle was dumbfounded by the overly transparent attitude and just let it go.

Anyway, with this incident, the resentment of the mercenaries who had been following him without a soul has subsided a lot.

Because Jiselle and the other two clearly demonstrated their skills.

While the Yulien Mercenary Corps was renewing its internal discipline(?) and cheering.

Kwaaaaang!

Tyran, who had been briefed on the situation by Zark, who had returned alone, shouted while smashing the table in front of him.

“Gather everyone! We’ll wipe them out!”

It started out as a lighthearted undertaking, but ended up with an indelible humiliation.

“I can never forgive you.”

A blazing rage radiated from Tyran’s eyes.