Land: The Chronicles

Chapter 16: The Army Camp Pay

- BRAK

"Yep, that's the last."

Arion instantly broke down his body with a breath of breath after Ego signaled a halt, it had been six months since he had started Ego hell training.

People say something heavy will feel ordinary as time goes on, but Arion feels that this hellish exercise can't feel ordinary at any time.

His days for the past six months have only contained suffering. An unreasonable exercise like crushing a chunk of rock with bare hands. Then when they pass through the deep lake, Ego will have Arion dive in the depth of the water to the point that his eardrum ruptured and his lungs felt crushed by a large rock.

Then the next exercise is to move a pile of large rocks that are more like a hill, from the right place to another place, as Arion did just now.

After such unreasonable physical training, usually the Ego will give training sessions of fighting techniques. He really did not half-way while training Arion, somehow Arion's hands and feet were cut off because of his Scimitar Ego slash, he said, the breastbone and ribs crumbled due to the Ego's punches and kicks have become daily food.

This time too, Arion was ready to serve Ego, but Ego did not look to hit him. "Today there is no need to practice fighting, I have business, you continue the journey to the next destination."

"So busy." Arion Sahut.

"Would I beat it up before I leave?" The ego clenches its hand.

"What am I talking about?"

"...."

Then without saying anything, the Ego's body just disappeared. Arion sighed, the Ego often went somewhere, making Arion sometimes forced to continue the journey alone. Even he had been away for several weeks, leaving Arion alone without leaving even a single plate of money.

Arion immediately packed up and put on his clothes again, he opened the map, looking around for his current location. "The next destination was ... Army Camp Pay ya."

After making sure no items were left behind, he immediately rode on his horse and resumed his journey, the Ego horse that was without a rider somehow followed Arion's horse without the need for restraint straps or the like.

Arion's horse-dropping cleaves the vast prairie, its destination being a location behind a mountain that is a Camp for the Pay Soldiers or Wanderers. Actually Arion could have gone straight to the nearest city without having to stop at such a place. But ever since he got stronger, he's got a new hobby.

Upon his arrival at the foot of the mountain, he passed by a group of people who were the Pay Soldiers, "This road is really heading to the Camp?" Arion asked the group, "Yep." One of them answered briefly, Arion again drove his horse through the mountain path.

Several times he had to stop to rest the horse, this mountain path had been tidied up in such a way that it was quite easy to pass, but the uphill terrain was not a friendly terrain for horses.

When the sun was about to set, Arion had already arrived at the Camp he was heading to.

"You alone?" A Pay Soldier guarding the entrance of the Camp asked Arion, slightly astonished by the riderless loaded horse trailing Arion.

"That's how." That person was still observing Arion, "You're the Pay Soldier? Or Traders? Your appearance looks like a Paid Army despite being young, but your luggage ...."

"I'm a Pay Soldier." Arion replied briefly, that person just shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly. There is an unwritten rule for the Pay Soldiers, which is that no Pay Soldiers should interfere with the other Pay Soldiers issue.

After he entered the vast grounds where the Paying Soldiers had gathered to set up a tent, he immediately got off the horse and looked for the vacant land to bring down the Innates.

There, he set up a tent and then laid down his body to rest his back. Two of his horses were moored not far from his tent.

This Army Pay camp is similar to the administrative office of an agency, only there are no permanent buildings, but only tents arranged on a field.

The Paid Army group can recruit members, or vice versa, apply to become a member of a group.

They can also get missions in this place, usually clients will come to the Camp to hire the services of the Pay Soldiers. If you find it difficult, just tell the entrance guard, later they will direct clients to the group that feels most appropriate to carry out the mission.

There are also various mandatory facilities such as weapon workshops and bars, but only semi-permanent tents.

After resting for a while, Arion went to the bar to fill up the ration stock and had a few drinks. The barkeeper also offered a female Pay Soldier to accompany Arion, but she refused. After his affairs were done, he immediately returned to his tent and sat around while observing the surroundings.

When you look around again, only Arion who stopped without a group or colleagues, some people also looked at him with a little wonder, especially Arion carrying two charged horses.

When it was getting dark, the bonfire was lit, the Pay Soldiers began to get drunk, there were also those who played gambling. Some of the female mercenaries also started to tease the men who were there, their prices were not expensive anyway, but Arion never took any interest in them.

As the atmosphere began to get more and more crowded, someone stood on top of a pile of wooden crates while banging the broken cauldron with a sword, making a noise.

"YOUO FUCKING FUCKERS!" The person exclaimed loudly, the gaze of everyone in the place was fixed on him. Instead of emotions or feeling disturbed, they actually look enthusiastic, as if they are waiting for this moment.

"I WON'T TALK MUCH ABOUT WHAT YOU ALREADY KNOW! SO, WHOEVER FEELS THAT HE IS THE STRONGEST BASTARD IN THE VALLEY, COME FORWARD! AND WHO DOES NOT ACCEPT BRUSH IS A DOG! DON'T SHUT UP!"

Everyone cheered loudly, they started shouting the name of the strongest person in their respective group.

Finally a female Pay Soldier advanced into the arena which was only in the form of stones arranged in a circle. He took off all his armor and left a leather vest and pants.

The dueling host opened a betting field, people started placing bets, some were betting for the woman, some were crazy enough to bet on her opponent who was still not advanced.

The atmosphere became increasingly violent as the challenger advanced, he was a large-bodied man with long hair tied back, he took off all his armor and left only his pants.

"So you feel the strongest huh?" The man rubbed his chin with a lewd grin on his face, "How about we fight in bed? I think it's better for you."

Hearing the uncivilized provocation, the look on the woman's face hardened and her teeth clapped, she was easily provoked.

A hard blow struck the woman's head, but she nimbly lowered her head, then she twisted her body and launched a kick with the target of the head.

But the man held back the kick with his hand, he looked grimacing, "Fuck, sick as well."

With his knees, the man aimed for the woman's stomach, forcing her to retreat to keep her distance. Seeing the gap in the woman's defense, the man again lunged with his hands clenched, intending to smash it into the woman's body.

The woman dodged to the side, then she quickly launched a counterattack in the form of a kick with a neck target.

This time the man lowered his head, then with all his might, he launched an uppercut punch into the woman's stomach.

A loud thumping sound rang out as the man's fist slid into the woman's stomach, the woman coughed and immediately fell down. The winner is clear.

Everyone cheered, let alone those who won the bet, Arion was one of them. The winning man was still standing in his place, he provoked people to challenge him.

Arion who saw that smiled, he spilled all the money from the bet just now in front of the host of the fight, "Would you place a bet again? Who for?"

"I." The host of the fight fell silent for a moment, then he laughed out loud. "HEY BONGSOR! YOU HAVE A GUEST!"

The long-haired big man turned his head, he grinned when he saw his opponent was a young boy who might have just turned 20.

The audience also did not lose frenzy, they began to place bets again, of course almost all bet for the big man, some who bet to Arion just to be careful.

"What's your name?" The bongsor asked, "Adam, Adam Frost." Arion answered briefly.

"You sure you want to continue this, son?"

"You sure you want to stop? You look like you can't wait to beat me up."

The big man laughed loudly, "As your senior, I'll give you a chance to attack first." The man stretched out his hand, allowing Arion to attack first.

"Then I have to thank you."

Finishing his sentence, Arion instantly closed the distance between them in an instant. One punch slid straight into his face that looked flutter and hit him in a crushing manner.

The big man did not have time to put up a defense because he was careless due to overconfidence, leaving all his defensive gaps open.

The blow made the big man lose his balance, Arion did not waste the opportunity, he immediately sent out a follow-up attack. Several times the man tried to resist Arion's attacks, but as Arion's onslaught was stronger than he expected, several blows broke through his defenses.

"Look! His fist felt like a rock!" The big man's mind does not believe.

One hit of the hook landed on his temple, then his ribs, next one uppercut hit landed heavily on his chin.

The big man's bongsor body staggered back, then he collapsed because his balance was already completely shaken. The man did not get up after falling, the battle host immediately hit the cauldron.

"BOCAH NEWBIE WINS! THAT FOOLISH BONGSOR WAS UNDERESTIMATING HIS OPPONENT TOO MUCH!"

People exclaimed in disbelief, they lost a lot of money in an instant as most had already gone all in to the bongsor man.

In contrast, Arion who bet for himself took the winning prize money and the outcome of the bet, the total was very much.

The other Pay soldiers approached him and patted him on the shoulder with a bitter laugh, "When the bongsor is a troublesome opponent because of his bulging body, but I never thought I lost money because you're a jerk."

"I'm just lucky, he's off guard." Arion responded briefly.

The crowd laughed, "Look at this jerk, his way of bragging is disgusting."

They immediately dispersed after the next fight began, making Arion breathe a sigh of relief. But this time it was the turn of the female Pay Soldiers who swarmed her, of course they tempted Arion to accompany them.

"Side, you guys smell like socks."

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The morning sun was rising, all the Pay Soldiers were still lying in any place with the smell of alcohol emanating from their mouths. The tent they had arranged was instead a place of goods and a place of fun for the female Pay Soldiers.

Arion looks ready to continue the journey so early, he went to the weapons workshop to refill the stock of throwing knives. Then he also came to the bar to fill the alcohol stock.

"So you're that Adam Frost yeah, I've heard rumors about you from other camps. You fight better than I thought." Said the Bartender.

One of the advantages of fighting in the arena in the Camp in addition to getting money is to spread the reputation, of course it is very useful to make it easier for the Pay Soldiers to get clients. The better his reputation, the more missions and pay.

"Are you planning on taking part in a C title fight?" The bartender asked the young man in front of him who ordered meat buns for breakfast.

Arion shook his head as he continued to chew, "Too troublesome, I better spread the name through the fight in the Camp," he replied after he swallowed the meat bun.

"When most young mercenaries like you are so eager to join such a large-scale fight. My advice is, you come along, it's a good promotional tool." The bartender smiled slightly as Arion put down the payment money and tips, "I'll consider it," Arion said as he walked out of the semi-permanent tent bar.

"Class C fight? Sounds troublesome, but not bad either."