"Is it the Marquis de Charles? I didn't think you would be like this......"

The leader of the Black Oak Legion, Lecro, stopped his horse more than ten meters away from the Charles, carefully looked at everyone on Charles' side, and finally determined that Charles was the main one.

It's not that Leclow's eyes are bad, but because Charles and the others are wearing uniform Lorraine Legion uniforms, and there is no special obvious difference except for the slight difference in the epaulettes on the shoulders.

Charles himself is a hunter, so he naturally knows how powerful snipers are at hunting army officers, so he issued this order, which made Lecro and others, who were accustomed to distinguishing the status of nobles by looking at the magnificence of clothes, wonder for a long time.

"You must remember what I look like, or you may not be able to remember who you regret when you have nightmares at night. ”

“........”

Lecro was stunned for a moment, then smiled open-mindedly and said, "Your Excellency the Marquis is very confident, but the current situation is obviously in our favor, and the nightmare you said may never appear to me." ”

Charles smiled and suddenly asked, "How many of you died?"

Leclo: "...... What?"

Charles: "We have lost a thousand people, how many have you died?"

Lecro's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and he forced a smile: "It's almost the same as you!"

"Lie!"

Lecro's mouth crooked, and he quickly returned to normal.

"Hypocrisy!"

"If you only have more than a thousand dead, how can you still shrink into the Blue Mountain Pass and pretend to be turtles?"

Lecro couldn't hold back any longer, and asked coldly: "Your Excellency Marquis, did you ask me to come here, are you just arguing about these useless trivial things?"

Lao Tzu is so busy, of course I didn't come to you for these little things, I was going to try that crazy ascetic is not there.

However, Charles would not say these words directly, he put on a haughty posture and asked Leclo: "I'm busy, I'm not interested in arguing with you about anything, I'm just here to find an answer, why did you suddenly invade our Lorraine, is it because we Lorraine haven't beaten you all these years and made your skin itch?"

"Why, you ask?"

Leclos became serious, "Lord Marquis, our Marquis de Dietre of Lucerne died at the hands of your Lorraine, and our Earl McKinsey was rudely detained by you, aren't these reasons enough?"

"Enough, enough for you to use as a reason to start a war, but what about a reason to end it? Your Grand Duke likes to play tricks the most, and if you are defeated, who do you think he will throw as a scapegoat?"

"For example....... You colluded with the existence of evil, and bewitched your soldiers to do uncontrollable things with suicidal behavior, all of which have nothing to do with your Grand Duke, then all the dead will die because of your stupidity. ”

“...........”

The Lucernes have always been falling with the wind for so many years, and the method of scapegoating is also a consistent trick, but it is generally not as high as Lecro, but there are too many people who died this time.

Charles no longer bothered with the preoccupied Leclos, turned his horse's head and galloped towards his camp, feeling the dangerous aura on his body gradually weaken until it disappeared.

The large camp of the Lorraine army was busy being built, and for better defense, the large camp could not be built as large as the city, and the 8,000 men were concentrated around a slightly higher mound, like a crowded ant's nest.

Only by seeing this kind of crowded scene can you understand this crowded feeling, and Charles imagines that if hundreds or thousands of people surround a supernatural powerhouse, it feels like unless there is that kind of mass injury to sweep away a large area, or it will really be piled up to death.

As the sun sets, bursts of cooking smoke rise in the camp, and the smell of firewood, coal, and wheat mixes and diffuses in the camp, filling this wet field with life.

Charles's knight squad entered the camp and walked to their tent in the middle, and then saw two pets, one large and one small, squatting obediently at the door of the tent, and their four eyes looked at the busy girl hunter in front of them for a moment.

Nelly was decomposing a fat goat with her hands and feet, a knife flying between her slender fingers, and the skin, mutton, and bones were finely chopped and then smeared with sauce and brine.

"Smack!"

Several large pieces of bone and a small pot of fine meat were placed in front of each of the two pets.

"Ryker, this is for you, boots don't eat bones!" Nelly, the girl hunter, helped the two little ones with a dispensation.

More than three feet long, strong limbs, shiny fur, and dog-toothed, the mighty hound looked timidly at the "tiger cat boss" next to him, and the eyes of the two dogs were full of flattering and flattering eyes.

Although the Hound Dog is almost twice the size of the Tiger Cat, there is a deep lesson in his dog guts about how fierce and ruthless this cute little boss actually is.

The cute little tiger cat with a long tail nodded the cat's head slightly, and the hound Lake pounced on it and began to bite and eat, enjoying the taste of seasoned meat and bones.

Lake the Hound was originally one of the purebred retrievers that Nelly raised since childhood, and after the little tiger cat arrived in Nancy City, he took him and his siblings as his younger brothers, and stole a jar of explosive potions from Charles, successfully making Lake an orphan and awakening into a mutated spiritual pet.

Lake, who doesn't know what to do, fought a few fights with the little tiger cat, was abused to death by the sharp cat's claws, and finally succumbed to the powerful obscene power of the boots, and slowly understood the truth of "kneeling and licking meat, and being beaten if you don't accept it".

Ever since Charles moved the little tiger cat from the dark to the light, it has become the lord of the Marquis's Palace, and almost all the livestock has been secretly repaired by it, including the big dark horse Falman, who is carrying Charles.

"Nelly, don't give the boot so much pepper, it's not good for its gut!"

Charles got off his horse, stroked the little tiger cat who was lying on his head in the basin, snorted and said helplessly.

The little guy's soft and cute appearance is a big killer for girls, and it is almost spoiled by Olive and Nelie and others.

"My lord, the appetite for the boots is very bad! it can't eat enough without spices, and this sheep is the ...... that he and Lake brought back from the mountains."

The two pets often go out together to catch prey, basically the little tiger cat watches the hunting dog Lecro work, but the distribution time is different, the kitten ** meat big dog eats bones.

The two guys have learned to eat finely, especially the little tiger cat boots, which must have some salt and pepper, and shake their tails while twitching spicy.

"Boots are just the time to grow their bodies, and they've grown an inch these days, and they have to be fed!" Nelly added the sliced lamb's neck meat to the little tiger cat's food bowl, which he liked to eat the most fragrant and chewy parts.

"Let it eat less, there might be a guest coming tonight!"

"Got a guest coming?"

"Is that the mad ascetic?"

Nelly was puzzled at first, then suddenly understood.

"If he's really fearless...... If you hate me to the bone, it will come!"

Brute, the personal knight who followed Charles, suddenly became nervous, and beckoned a few companions to hurry up and organize people to protect Charles, but Miss Olive was ruthless, if the Marquis was hurt, she would be buried with her.

Nelly slowly squatted beside the little tiger cat, grabbed its small food bowl to stop it from eating, "Don't eat your boots again, you won't be able to run if you eat too much, that ascetic is very dangerous, you have to bite him hard, scratch him, if you can't do it, you can run, or ........."

Nelly's nose was a little sour, she thought of Kenneth and so many knights who had died tragically, and she longed to avenge them, but she couldn't suppress the fear in her heart......

"Whew..... Whew!"

The little tiger cat was very dissatisfied and grabbed his special small food bowl, unwilling to let the delicious food in his mouth be taken away, if it wasn't for Nelly's close to it, it would have gone up with a paw at this time.

"Boots, come here!"

Charles shouted coldly when he walked into the tent, and the little tiger cat suddenly froze, entered the tent listlessly, jumped on a cushioned chair and began to snore.

In the past, it jumped on Charles's knees, which was a temper tantrum and protest, and it knew that the red condiment was very scarce, and its own master also liked to eat it, which must have disgusted itself for eating too much.

But I brought back a whole sheep for my master?

Charles walked over angrily and lifted the little tiger cat up, and the four eyes met to establish a spiritual connection.

"There may be an enemy coming tonight, you hide from a distance and be careful, as soon as you find this person, go and inform Brut immediately, remember, he is very dangerous, you must not approach ......."

The aggrieved little tiger cat immediately woke up, and nodded and wagged his tail to Charles busily, indicating that he would definitely not live up to Charles's trust.

Although the little one is a female cat, her desire to fight is extremely strong.

After dinner, Brut quietly walked in and reported to Charles in a low voice: "Master, according to your orders, I have prepared two hundred heavily armored soldiers, all of whom are the strongest and most elite veterans, as long as he dares to come, he will not be able to escape." ”

"If he really is the kind of ascetic who doesn't know fear, doesn't know pain, he will come. ”

Brut said with some hesitation: "But this way, you are too dangerous, in order to lure him to the hook, the hidden position is a little far away from you......"

"Don't worry, I'll be able to hold on for a few minutes, he shouldn't be that dangerous. Charles waved his hand and said confidently.

Today, Charles felt the wisp of danger in the mountains and forests, and he felt that the danger level was not as good as the night god Herdorf he met a few days ago, and compared to before, Charles was now promoted to the middle rank, so he didn't think he was powerless to fight back.

The charr put the lights in control of the barracks, and at nine o'clock in the evening, all the lights were extinguished, and a large number of hounds were released from the ropes, making it difficult for even the Assassins to come.

Charles duly extinguished the candlelight in the tent, put his weapon in hand, and sat down in his chair and waited silently.

"What kind of person are you, Nicro Ponte?"

At midnight, Charles, who had been squinting, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a strong fluctuation in his mind, and a few minutes later, the little tiger cat with whom he had a spiritual connection also fluctuated.

A thin and withered man walked straight through the barracks in the moonlight, brazenly walking towards the tent beneath the "Banner of Chevalier".

"Woo Woo ....."

The hounds along the way spotted him, but he didn't care, his face was expressionless like an emotionless machine.

"It's really arrogant!"

Charles casually lit the candle next to him, and then watched as a man in a ragged robe and bare feet walked in.

Charles raised his eyes to look at the hemp rope around the other party's waist and asked lightly, "Nicro Ponte?"

The man nodded, reaching out and removing his shabby hood, revealing a face that had been crumbled into orange peel by the years.

Outside the door, hundreds of heavily armored warriors ran quickly, the sound of armor rubbing against each other converged, and the aura of killing suddenly became stronger.

"Do you think these people can stop me from killing you?" said the withered man.

Charles also calmly asked, "Why do you think you can definitely kill me?"

The man smiled suddenly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"You nobles who know nothing but pleasure, know what real power is? You cowards who only please women, know what real killing is? I want to kill you now as easily as pinching a chicken to death. ”

Charles stared at Niccolò Ponte and said lightly, "So what are you waiting for now?"

"I'm waiting for your plea for mercy!" Nicolo Ponte took a step forward, and the manic spiritual power fluctuations suddenly erupted, enveloping a radius of dozens of meters around the tent, and the heavily armored warriors who surrounded him outside suddenly exclaimed, and they were about to forcibly rush in under the leadership of Brut.

"Don't be nervous!"

Charles stopped the warriors outside, then raised his voice and sneered, "Is your so-called true power this evil power that you can't even control yourself?

In Charles' spiritual vision, the spiritual power on Niccolò Ponte's body was chaotic, manic, mixed, and chaotic, tearing at his body every moment, destroying his flesh and blood, and he didn't know what this kind of torture was like day and night.

"The gods have said that suffering is the best practice, let me ...... today Teach you how to practice!"

Niccolò Ponte smirked and pulled out the staff at his waist, spitting out a series of obscure and strange spiritual words.

"Woschdorod Gorod Grand....... Wob Relax, Cao Relax, Kneading ......."

With Nichiro Ponte's strange chant, a chaotic and manic spiritual power wave spread to the surroundings, and the two hundred heavily armored warriors outside suddenly reacted violently.

"Ahh

"Whew!"

"I'm in so much pain......"

"I ..... Chop ......."

The warriors of the Charr suddenly became agitated, some fell to the ground with their heads clutched, some raised their weapons and slashed at their companions, and some rushed around with brute hair.

"Son, no, language, strange, force, chaos, god!"

Hong Zhong's voice suddenly sounded, the words were crisp and neat, and the syllables were clean and direct, although it did not cause the spiritual power of the spiritual power of the spiritual power world, but it successfully distorted the voice of Niccolo Ponte.

Niccolò Ponte froze for a moment, a little puzzled by Charles's interference, and stopped chanting the spiritual words he had been practicing for a long time.

"Wastorod exalts ......."

"The light of righteousness shines on the earth!"

"Suffer death!"

A long sword came out of its sheath like lightning, attacking strong with weakness and fearlessness.