The mercenaries' strength was not much higher than Boxed Lunch Team's.
And without weapons, how could they be a match for the players? They could only be caught up and ruthlessly slaughtered by the agile elves one by one.
Nothing felt unusual about it.
Your stance determines your actions.
Although these mercenaries were human too, the players showed no hesitation.
In their eyes, there were only two kinds of NPCs.
Friendly and hostile.
Green name and red name.
Those you can't chop and those you can!
For the former, lick the boots; for the latter, just chop them!
If one can't chop, call more people to chop together!
Doesn't matter what race you are, or what status you have.
Not to mention, the ones participating in this mission were from Boxed Lunch's team, each of whom was a battle maniac obsessed with gaining experience!
In no time, a dozen mercenaries were killed by the players, their bodies turning into ashes as well...