Outside the long pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, the grass is green, the light rain is dripping, and a team of neatly draped wolf cavalry stands in line in the wind and rain.

After leaving Warsong Fort for three months, the wolf cavalry of the fourth squad finally received the order to return to Warsong Castle. At this time, the injuries on the blade's body were basically healed, and without further ado, he immediately led the wolf cavalry of the fourth squad to embark on the vast journey home, even if the weather was not beautiful today, and it was rainy, it did not delay everyone's departure time.

"Boy, I'm really admiring you more and more. As long as you are willing to stay, with your ability, I promise to let you sit in the position of squadron leader within a year!" After learning that Blade was returning to Warsong Castle, Doto and Matthew came to see Blade off, and Toto was very reluctant to leave Blade, and was still making a final stay.

"Thank you for your kindness, but one day, maybe I'll be serving under your command!" Blade smiled and declined Doto again.

Seeing that Blade was so resolute, Doto had no choice but to give up, and he kept shaking his head with a look of regret on his face.

"Broken Claw, go all the way! Now the situation on the steppe is getting more and more chaotic, and new battles are breaking out everywhere! Maybe it won't be long before we can fight side by side again!" said Matthew.

Blade looked at the kobold, nodded, and stretched out his hand to say, "I'm glad to meet you in Boulder Fort this time, Matthew, I'm looking forward to fighting side by side with you next time!"

"Me too!" Matthew clenched his bladed hand.

"Sending you a thousand miles, you must say goodbye at the end!Lord Doto, Matthew, farewell!" Blade drove the wolf away after saying goodbye to Doto and Matthew. When the wolf cavalry of the fourth squad saw the sharp blade move, they immediately followed, and followed the sharp blade away.

Blade and the others stayed overnight, but after seven or eight days, they walked nearly half of the journey back to Warsong Castle. On this day, when everyone walked to the place where a fierce battle broke out with the daily mercenary group on the way they came, everyone's speed involuntarily slowed down.

The twenty wolf cavalry who had set out from Warsong Castle had now returned with only fifteen. Except for the original squad leader Dayan, who was transferred to Wind Crack Castle, three wolf cavalry in the squad died here. Two other wolf cavalrymen who had been badly wounded in that battle, one of whom had returned from wounds, was also in today's return party. However, the other person was left with a lifelong disability, and this time he did not return to Warsong Fort with the fourth squad, but stayed in the Boulder Fort, waiting to return to the interior of the Beamon Empire with other soldiers in the legion who had lost their combat effectiveness due to injuries from fighting with mercenaries on the grassland, and have since retired from military service.

Passing through the old battlefield, the wolf cavalry inevitably sighed for a while, and the three companions who died in the battle were buried here, so someone immediately proposed to pay respects, so everyone drove the wolf to the grave of his companion, jumped off the wolf's back, and stood in mourning.

Blade took a leather bag containing liquor from the wolf's saddle, uncorked it at the mouth of the bag, and poured it over the graves of his three companions.

"Rest in peace!" he said silently in his heart.

After paying homage to their fallen comrades, the wolf cavalry continued on their way. When the sun set and the moon rose, and the night was falling, the sharp blade at the front of the team suddenly stopped the wolf under him, raised his right hand, and signaled the wolf cavalry behind him to stop

Under.

"Captain, is there a situation?" asked Bart as he leaned forward.

"There's someone fighting ahead!Listen carefully!" A cold glint flashed in Blade's eyes.

"Anyone?" Bart was stunned for a moment, then listened. Just as Blade said, he also heard a burst of shouts of killing.

"Captain, shall we go and see?"

"Of course!

Driven by curiosity, Blade led his wolf cavalry and touched the battlefield in front of him.

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The night breeze stirred gently, bringing with it the smell of blood. The moonlight is as gentle as water, reflecting the wild battlefield.

Under the moonlit night, a battle of life and death is going on.

At the gate of a makeshift camp on the grassland, like an iron tower, stands a tall and mighty minotaur. Wearing heavy armor all over his body, the minotaur held a short-handled axe in his right hand and an iron-clad round shield in his left hand, firmly blocking the entrance to the camp and fighting fiercely against a swarm of goblins. The Minotaur was so brave that he picked up the axe in his hand and slashed it diagonally, splitting a goblin in two pieces from his shoulder to his waist, and then smashing his left shield into pieces, smashing the head of another goblin to pieces. The goblins who tried to storm the camp suffered heavy casualties under the Minotaur axe and shield, and after leaving a dozen new corpses at the camp gate, the goblins had to retreat in disarray.

This was the third time the goblins had charged the camp, but they were unable to cross the minepool with the minotaur warrior Mussel at their back.

It was not that the goblins did not choose to attack from other directions of the camp, but although this camp was built temporarily, the campers seemed to know that the grassland was not peaceful, and for the sake of safety, for such a temporary camp that would be demolished when they hit the road the next day, the campers did not take the trouble to build a simple fortification with a fence around the perimeter of the camp with wooden stakes.

The campers were a caravan that was saved in the first place by their forethought. At night, there were goblin robbers attacking in the dark, and it was with this simple fence that those attacking goblins failed to enter the camp in the first place. After the first attempt to storm the camp gate failed, the goblins around the gate had to change their attack plan after being hampered by the fence and stabbed with spears by the catmen hiding behind the fence, leaving several corpses under the fence.

In the end, the goblins decided that the camp gate with only one man was the best way to break through. As long as the minotaur warriors guarding the gate are killed and successfully rush into the camp, those cat people with low combat effectiveness and no help from the fence can only be slaughtered by the goblins who have the same low combat effectiveness but have the advantage of numbers.

However, after two successive charges, killing more than twenty more people, the goblins still failed to break into the camp.

Mussel gasped, his chest rising and falling violently. His navy blue armor had now been stained a dark red with blood. Of course, all this blood on his armor came from the goblins who died at his hands.

Fighting nearly a hundred goblins alone, such a high-intensity battle greatly consumed Mussell's physical strength and fighting spirit, so after repelling the goblins' attack this time, due to the invasion of fatigue, Mussell's highly tense nerves and tense body involuntarily relaxed.

Although the time for Mussel to relax was short, but at this moment when the flaws were revealed, a loud 'bang' was heard, and the fire flashed in the dark night, and a puff of iron sand flew towards Mussel.

The exhausted Mussel was caught off guard, his head was hit by iron sand, and although he was protected by a helmet and a fighting spirit, he still suffered a heavy blow. In an instant, Mussel's face was bleeding.

Mussel roared in pain, and his body shook, and it seemed that he was about to collapse. But fortunately, behind Mussel was the camp gate, and at this critical moment, I saw him leaning back, leaning against the door frame of the camp gate with his back to support him, so that he finally did not fall to the ground. After taking a breath and regaining his footing, Mussel wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, and immediately opened his eyes angrily and looked at the place where the iron sand had flew.

About a hundred meters from the camp, a goblin with a short musket in his hand stared at Mussel with a gloomy gaze.

The muzzle smoke of the musket had not yet dissipated, and it was evident that the iron sand that hit Müssel was fired by the musket. The goblin musketeer wears a half-length armor. Although this bust is rough in workmanship and looks inferior at first glance, it is a good pair of armor after all. Compared to the tattered hides or cotton cloths they wore on their goblins, the goblin musketeers were dressed in a very dignified manner. It is easy to see that he is the leader of this group of goblins.

"Damn ground mouse, how can you have a musket in your hand?" cried Musel.

As a hot* weapon invented by dwarves on the mainland, the musket is not as powerful as magic weapons, but it is far superior to ordinary cold weapons. Under the control of the dwarves, the musket was not widely circulated on the mainland market, and it was difficult for ordinary people to own it. Now he was shocked to see a lowly goblin in possession of a musket.

"Minotaur, your head is so hard, this shot didn't blow your head out! I want to see if you can shoot me!" said the goblin leader with a murderous green light in his eyes. With that, he unhurriedly reloaded the short musket with gunpowder and iron sand.

Mussel's heart sank, knowing that if the goblin leader reloaded the short musket, it would be difficult for him, already injured, to withstand another shot. Mussel had the heart to rush to the goblin leader, preparing to kill him first. But as soon as he took a step, he stopped suddenly, and after looking back with a look of hesitation, he silently glanced back at the seven or eight cat men in the camp who were holding spears in their hands, but trembling like chaff, and a fox girl with a charming and enchanting appearance, although her eyes were full of horror, but she was trying to maintain a calm look, and he stood in front of the camp gate again.

If he goes forward to kill the goblin leader, the rest of the goblins will surely take advantage of the situation to attack the camp, and the cats and the fox girl in the camp will be very lucky. For the safety of his companions, Musel could only stand here and die.

"Musel, you can break through by yourself, you are a fifth-level warrior, these goblins can't stop you at all!

Mussel turned back again and grinned at the fox girl, his face covered in blood made the originally innocent-looking minotaur look extremely hideous at the moment, but his words were still innocent: "Dear Miss Janice, I am the guard you hired for fifteen gold coins. Although I'm just a lone mercenary, I've always paid attention to credibility, and I can't do this kind of abandonment of customers and running away. ”