Among the large mercenary groups, there had always been a delicate relationship that was neither peaceful nor openly hostile.
Killing each other was, of course, commonplace, but usually, it satisfied two conditions, one, it was profitable; two, they could win.
In plain terms, it was about cost-effectiveness, comparing "the benefits of killing the opponent" with "estimated battle damage." If it was profitable, they would fight, if not... at most, they would exchange some harsh words, and nothing would happen.
Therefore, when someone couldn't endure the provocation from the other side and attempted to use the city defense crossbow, he was immediately stopped by his comrades.
Don't be foolish, fighting with them right now would serve no purpose other than to vent!
Thus, the mercenary who had been about to fire the crossbow, realizing his impulsiveness, said resentfully, maybe they just returned from slaughtering undead and had gathered a large haul of spiritual material?
