The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss

That attack had been terrifyingly accurate. Not even Intermediate Archers, let alone ordinary ones, could achieve that easily. Probably only Advanced Archers and beyond could accomplish that feat.

However…

That deadweight was only thirteen years old!

How could he possibly be an Advanced Archer?

If news of a thirteen-year-old Advanced Archer were to spread out, no one would even believe it!

The leader shook his head. It was not that he did not trust his subordinates, but the circumstances had made it too hard to believe.

“Don’t reveal this information to anyone else for the time being. Other than the ten of you, you can’t leak this to anybody else. Perhaps it was a fortunate thing that you did not manage to leave last night.”

“What? Fortunate?” The few mercenaries looked at their leader with confusion on their faces.

“You saw what had happened earlier. Mercenaries from the other groups had managed to provoke three mid-level magical beasts, and our entire journey after we entered the mountain had been quite peaceful. However, I’m afraid that was only superficial from how things looked today. Quite many mercenaries had left the camp last night, but how many made it back this morning? We might have missed our mark, and this Mount Kulup is not as simple as we believed.” The leader was secretly relieved. It was fortunate that his men did not leave the camp the night before; else, they would be a part of those who had gone missing.

All the leaders knew about the magical beasts’ unexpected attack that morning. Even though the client did not say anything to them, they had already known what had happened.

The Horned Rhinoceros had destroyed the camp, but they had regained their momentum. However, the leaders who had expected their men to make some quick bucks the night before were no longer as optimistic as they had previously been.

Three mid-level magical beasts had sprung upon them at random, so who could tell what other creatures laid hidden on Mount Kuluo.

At that moment, some of the leaders still prayed for their men’s safe return. They hoped that nothing terrible had happened to them.

Unfortunately, none of those mercenaries made it back to the camp.

More than a hundred men had snuck out the previous night, and it looked like they had been quietly buried in the depths of Mount Kuluo.

More than a hundred men had died soundlessly in a single night. That served as a wake-up call for the mercenary leaders who had relaxed their vigilance. If they had been comfortable on Mount Kuluo thus far, then they had no choice but to see that mountain range as a dangerous place like they had heard from the rumors.

All the leaders had a mutual understanding about the men who had left the camp that night, and that was to avoid mentioning them. Everyone felt gloomy and depressed as if there was a massive stone on their chest.

Shen Yanxiao took a mental note of the odd atmosphere within the camp.

“Seems like none of the mercenaries had returned. The few who managed to make it back this morning were the lucky ones.” Du Lang murmured as he looked at Shen Yanxiao, who was deep in her thoughts.

Shen Yanxiao quirked her eyebrow and looked at Du Lang with a calm expression. None of the Cave Wolves Mercenary Group members had left the camp the previous night, and so they had suffered the least amongst the groups. She had to admit that Du Lang was a reliable leader.

“Luck is also dependent on one’s strength and foresight. Otherwise, if you were to act rashly and lose your life in vain, then that’s your own fault.” She had personally witnessed a few mercenaries who had died in the hands of demons. Those missing mercenaries were most probably in the stomachs of some random beasts by then.