Three mercenaries

Chapter one, Snow Wolf attack

"Woo...""Woo..."

A close-fitting horn sounded north of Haike village in the southeast corner of the frozen continent, accompanied by the sound of a horn, a hoarse voice came from far to near: "The Snow Wolves are coming,... ... The Snow Wolves are coming".,there are about 20 of them, everybody hide, they will be in the village in 10 minutes," said a Gasp hunter who appeared at the north entrance of the village on a snow deer.

All the workers inside and outside the village stopped, men, women, Old and young, all took off the tools of the snow deer working in the field as quickly as possible, and drove the snow cock under the eaves into the cage... Put the porpoise in a basket while it's eating... ... The villagers moved the animals into their houses as quickly as they could, at the same time, they lifted the bedclothes and threw the livestock into the bed one by one. Finally, all the people went down the hole and locked the iron door from the inside.

"Come in, Émi," said an old voice in a small thatched hut on the south side of the village, "The snow wolf will be here soon," and the old man's voice grew more and more urgent and stern.

"Wait, Grandpa, I'll be right there. Two little snow chickens hatched yesterday have run into the grass." A young voice came from outside the fence.

"Aww... aww..." the wolf's voice came from a distance.

Snow Wolves were extremely destructive. Not to mention humans, even ferocious hounds and extremely powerful yaks would not be able to escape if they were targeted by the snow wolves. The boy, Émi, looked up to see that the nearest snow wolf had burst into the street, just a few dozen paces away.

The wooden door of the house was pushed open.

An old man with white hair rushed to the gate of the yard and grabbed a little boy by the back of his neck from the bushes, kicking and screaming as he carried him into the house.

Two figures had just hidden in a hole in their own bed. A group of snow wolves had already rushed into the house. The most majestic Snow Wolf tried to lift the iron plate, while the other wolves were sniffing around the iron plate, the white breath blew down the gap of the iron plate.

"Grandpa, the chickens must be dead," said the little boy in the cave, who was still Endlessly.

"Émi, be good, the chickens can hatch again, and there will be more next time," the old man advised his grandson.

"Grandpa, there are so many hunters in the village. Why didn't anyone kill the Snow Wolves? The last time we went to kill Snow Bears, snow bears are much more powerful than snow wolves, we can kill, why don't we kill Snow Wolves?" The child gasped and cried.

"Alas..." the old man said with a long sigh, "Snow wolf can not be killed, who if killed, then to life against life

"That last time those outside uncle how to kill Snow Wolf, and killed more than 30?" The little boy was not convinced to ask.

"They are mercenary ah, mercenary can kill Snow Wolf." The old man did not want to explain too much with the little grandson.

"Grow up, I also want to be a mercenary..." also shed tears of the Little Boy clenched his fists.

No one would have thought that during the Battle of the gods, Lord Amy, who was the leader of the three-man dragon-god Trio, would be able to control the creation of the Divine Realm, the Dragon Realm, and the demon realm as a small mercenary, to be able to kill the poor snow wolf happy this little bit of hope, just set down the dream of becoming a mercenary. Of course, from the point of view of "A lot of flogs is not as good as sticking to one flog," sir Émi is rarely consistent.

But what struggle and frustration must a peasant child in a remote little village, and a man born without any desire for power or the throne, go through to be recognized by the gods, and finally become a hero?

It's a long way...