Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 167: Zarthan

"Is he still alive?" asked Andrew without looking at Ivan and Rodrigo.

In the last few minutes, he had already seen too many mercenaries die.

So he couldn’t invest too much attention in those who had been seriously wounded, because in the meantime, he might be able to save other mercenaries.

What worried him more was that the perimeter of their formation was getting smaller and smaller as time went on!

"It looks..." Rodrigo replied doubtfully.

Ivan’s heart still seemed to be beating!

But his condition was really not good, blood was pouring from his wound and even some organs could be seen through the gaping wound on his torso.

His eyes looked up to the sky, as if he were contemplating it.

"It’s okay, leave it at the training center. Maybe [The Awakening of Life] can still cure him."

Rodrigo nodded slightly, then set his eyes on the Dravak who was visibly standing in front of the mercenaries outside the perimeter.

"Can you take care of it?" asked Andrew.

"I can." replied Rodrigo with a confident look.

Andrew smiled.

Maybe Rodrigo wasn’t a mercenary with a powerful physique, but his talent was truly monstrous in combat!

And with time, he’d learned to use it better and better!

Especially when sparring with Kaite and Langus from time to time.

Of course, he was no match at all, but thanks to the sparrings, his fighting power was at the level of an apprentice in the peak stage, whereas he himself was only in the entry stage!

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One moment Rodrigo’s silhouette was at the center of the formation, and the next he was already in front of the Dravak who had seriously wounded Ivan and Wigor!

His axe slammed into the Dravak with phenomenal speed.

"Die."

The Dravak opened his eyes wide.

"This human is definitely much stronger than the weak ones outside the circle!"

He quickly blocked Rodrigo’s axe, but the impact forced him back many meters.

Meanwhile, Rodrigo ignored him and caused carnage among the Dravaks nearby, relieving some of the pressure in that part of the formation.

"Thank you, Senior" one of Plouta’s recruits thanked Rodrigo in a loud voice.

The latter nodded slightly in response, and stood firmly in formation with many mercenaries nearby.

All around them, things suddenly became quiet.

And Rodrigo’s momentum reached its peak, so that the Dravaks nearby no longer dared to approach.

The Dravak who had been pushed back, shouted in rage and humiliation:

"You scum! Don’t back down and keep attacking!"

He led the charge himself, and after a moment’s hesitation was followed by over a hundred Dravaks!

The fight went on!

And from Ivan’s mortal wound to Rodrigo’s riposte, everything took less than 5 seconds to unfold!

As for Liam and Kaelor, they looked at each other face to face without moving.

A gaping wound could now be seen on Kaelor’s left cheek. Violet blood was trickling from the wound.

Liam’s left arm was missing, but his expression remained calm.

He had simply cut off a piece of his silk pants, then compressed what was left of his left arm with his right arm and teeth.

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Kaelor didn’t move during this time.

Or rather, he didn’t dare move.

Because he would have died had he reacted more slowly a few seconds earlier!

His opponent’s sword had pierced his own, and then, taking advantage of his moment of stupefaction, the white-haired young man had rushed at him and inflicted that wound!

He tried to fend him off by aiming for his left arm, but who would have thought that this young man wouldn’t give a damn about the loss of his left arm, and just keep going!

Luckily, he had reacted quickly enough and managed to move his head back slightly, otherwise he’d really be dead!

"I was so close..." murmured Liam, slightly disappointed.

"My physique was still too weak compared to the others..."

But at the same time, he was pleased with the results of the first application of his talent to combat.

This talent gave him the edge to take on people stronger than him!

And since he knew he was weak and would probably die in this battle, he was going to give it his all, and at the same time try to get noticed by the elite of the mercenary group!

Because he was tired of being humiliated, rejected and ostracized by the other mercenaries!

He too aspired to strength and honor!

And he trained hard every day to achieve his goals!

Suddenly, he felt a presence beside him.

"vice-chief." he said with slight surprise, looking at the red-haired young man to his right.

"Yeah, good job." commented Andrew with satisfaction.

A wide grin appeared on Andrew’s face as he saw that arrogant Dravak finally hurt.

Liam simply nodded, but inside he was happy.

One of his goals had been achieved!

"Can you still fight?" asked Andrew in a deep tone while looking at Kaelor.

"Of course."

With one accord, Liam and Andrew rushed towards Kaelor!

Andrew was at the front while Liam followed with difficulty due to his weak physique.

"Kaelor!" Andrew suddenly shouted in fury.

In response, Kaelor roared in Dravak!

The clash between the two was titanic. Their weapons crossed, emitting a metallic sound that echoed across the battlefield.

Of course, Andrew was pushed back, but behind him was Liam!

Liam sprinted towards Kaelor, who was still unsteady from the shock of Andrew!

Kaelor didn’t dare confront Liam head-on, and was content to use the reach of his sword and his speed to distance himself from him!

At the same time, he issued orders:

"First and third squads, come here quickly and kill the white-haired young man!"

These two squads of 100 Dravaks each, who had been on stand-by until now, reacted immediately and rushed towards Liam.

Seeing the movement, Andrew also began to issue orders.

"Charles, Laura, Henry, Ultia, Kaite, I’ll leave it to you to deal with the 200 Dravaks charging at us!"

"Protect the white-haired boy at all costs! Between us, we can hold off Kaelor!"

Hearing these orders, none of them was surprised, for they had all seen the scene.

Charles, in particular, watched Liam intently.

But he said nothing, and simply thought:

"When I’ve drawn up a contract with a dragon, I’ll be much stronger than he is."

Ever since he’d become aware of his own talent and potential, Charles had set himself some very complicated goals.

But he was the same type as Liam, and would do anything to achieve his goals.

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Far, far away from here now, Dravus was still carrying Maxime, the latter still unconscious but grimacing in pain.

But after running on the ground for a while, he had to take off in search of a water source!

Because if he didn’t, he knew his new boss wouldn’t survive.

And if he didn’t survive, he too would die according to the contract.

After only thirty seconds of flight, he spotted a blue color below.

"A water source at last," Dravus murmured happily.

It was like seeing an oasis in a desert for him!

The flames enveloping Maxime had already been torturing him for ten minutes, and he couldn’t take it anymore!

Especially since flying consumed so much energy!

So, without hesitation, he dived towards the pond!

The flames enveloping Maxime seemed alive, licking at his body with an almost malevolent intensity. But Dravus had no intention of slowing down.

With a powerful final wing strike, he crashed into the water, causing a wave to rise high into the sky before falling back as rain.

The cool water crashed down on them, submerging Maxime and extinguishing the flames with a shrill hiss. Dravus raised his head, panting as he held Maxime’s body to the surface.

But it wasn’t enough to completely soothe the burns.

But it didn’t matter: Maxime was still breathing.

Then he took him to the bank of the pond and laid him down on the grass in the shade of a tree.

"Hang in there, kid." Dravus murmured, inspecting his condition.

Although the flames had disappeared, the wounds left behind were terrifying. Much of his body was completely charred, in a mixture of black and purple.

It was truly frightening to see.

Part of her face had also been affected, while miraculously none of her blond hair was burnt.

Suddenly, noise emanated from the surrounding woods.

Dravus felt his muscles tense.

He turned his head just in time to see a massive figure emerge from the shadows.

An even taller Dravak with black scales was slowly approaching.

Only a few meters separated them.

"Looks like you’re in a tough spot, Dravus." the Dravak mocked with a smile.

It was Zarthan, a former rival of Dravus with whom he shared a common history.

Zarthan was a member of a different tribe from Dravus, and in the Dravak world, tribal wars are a regular occurrence!

Otherwise, without lethal training, how could the Dravaks send powerful soldiers to the battlefield on a continuous basis?

Of course, these wars were reserved for Dravaks under the age of 20. Knowing that they were like humans and became adults at the age of 18 to 20, depending on the tribe.

Otherwise, these wars would also kill off the tribes’ strong, experienced warriors, which would be a loss.

In any case, these wars were not without their advantages.

They were a way of gaining resources, territory, status and even slaves!

And Zarthan was Dravus’ greatest rival on these battlefields.

Except that Dravus lost 9 times out of 10!

And the only time he won, it was because another young genius from his tribe had helped him!

"What are you doing here, Zarthan!" retorted Dravus as he stood in front of Maxime’s body.

Zarthan burst out laughing.