Chapter 147: A Song of Ashes and Roses (1)
The sky was getting darker, but there was still a faint light peeking through the heavy clouds, and there was a dull twilight on the snowy field. During this period, the army of the Misty Mountains never attacked again, keeping their line at 700 paces away. Ranmarok stood on the walls of the North Urn City, looking at the gray tide that was so quiet that it made people's hearts chill in the distance. Gig needed to travel four hundred steps out of the city to reach the area that had been completely torn apart by three hundred and one dragon roaring arrows, and their recovery was almost under the noses of the Misty Mountain Barbarians. In the past, Ranmarok was not worried about a large number of cavalry suddenly appearing in the gray tide - he had dealt with the Misty Mountain tribes for many years, and knew that the cavalry strength of the other party was almost negligible - they had no pasture to support their horses, and they lacked the means to drive away the beasts. However, this morning's group of siege crossbows composed of heretics alerted him, if the heretics in the north had colluded with the Misty Mountain tribes, then they would send more than just that? Siege crossbows and heavy shields were expensive, but with Meldre's years of dormancy in Livingston, he could handle much more than that. Ranmarok had heard that the heretical cathar Death Knight had extremely strong individual qualities, claiming that any one of them could match a quasi-first-class warrior, although he had not found any trace of those people until now, but Ranmarok knew very well that he had not found any trace of those siege crossbow troops before they appeared.
"The team has been assembled and is on standby at the city gate." Captain Dahal walked up to the rampart and stood side by side with Ranmaro. Ranmaroch nodded heavily, knowing that he didn't have time to look ahead anymore, and in another hour, the darkness of the night would completely engulf Boimbru, and even if his eyesight was a hundred times stronger than that of the falcon, his vision would only be limited to what the torch could reach. Twilight is the best time and the last time.
"Open the door!" Ranmaroke's hand slashed like a blade, and he conveyed two commands with one movement: the garrison and the rangers were all in a state of combat readiness, and the longbow in his hand was wound with arrows; At the same time, the guards guarding the city gate pulled down the lever and turned the gears, slowly opening the city gate, and the cold wind poured in, and Jig led the recovery team into the snowfield. It is said that it is a recovery team, but in fact, there are only ten people in charge of recycling, all of whom are the backbone of the Black Spear Knights, and their titles are all second-class knights. They did not carry weapons, but carried special shovels and hung empty quivers around their waists. Giger's "Angel of Death" special attack team, Kenriko and the others were only responsible for keeping an eye out for the movement of the gray tide while they were carrying out the recovery operation, and covering the retreat of the people after the recovery was completed. Ranmarok had wanted to send more men to recycle the siege crossbows along with the large shields, but given their exaggerated weight and the risk of their consequential growth, he had to give up. His gaze swept over the recovery team one last time, and his brow jumped slightly:
"Why did Kenriko bring the maid with you?"
"No, it seems that she insisted on joining, and no one has any objection to this, because her performance in the battle of the West Gate Guard is obvious to all, and she even fought with Kenriko to the Outer Urn City to pick up Baranduk." Captain Dahar hesitated for a moment, then added, "Her identity is suspicious, and Kenriko is a little too reserved about her. ”
"There is no suspicious Salionian," Ranmaroke clutched the three arrows in his hand, "I know it, but there is no need to pierce it now." ”
Outside the city, Kia followed Eshu, and he could always feel a warm gaze occasionally fall on him, his spine stiffened, and cold sweat fought, exacerbated by the ice and snow and the approaching gray tide. Kia regrets not being able to avoid Kenrico earlier when he sees him in the armory, so that he doesn't run into Teresa, and Teresa doesn't force Kenrico to replace the next chivalrous knight. And Kenriko is really a reckless man who has grown muscles into his head, and he really accepts it in one bite - at this point, any disguise is meaningless, but anyone with a little eye can see the real subordination between the two. But what Kea worries most is actually Teresa's mental state, which is a string that has been tightened by the killing, and if there is another fight, the nuns of hell will inevitably be liberated, and he can only pray that this scavenging operation will not be extraneous.
The recovery team gradually approached the designated location of Ranmaro, which was actually easily recognizable, which was the only place between North Urn City and Ash Tide where corpses had piled up. At Giger's order, the knights got busy, they moved the corpses, shoveled the snow, and turned a blind eye to the expensive siege crossbows and shields, and just concentrated on searching for something under the snow. Esher, Kenriko, Kia, and the others were at the outermost edge of the formation, and they were also closest to the Grey Tide, close enough to see the fierce faces of the Misty Mountain warriors in front of the Grey Tide. They showed a considerable degree of restraint as the recovery team approached, no one raised their weapons, and no one let out threatening shouts, yet the hostile gaze of thousands of people was enough to afflict the spirit and will. Everyone unconsciously put their hands on the hilt of their swords, and Teresa stood quietly beside Kia, the simple peasant woman's mask without any expression, but Kia could see the melancholy in her eyes, and the right hand in her arms. The goddess of order is above, and I hope my sister won't have a chance to take that hand out. Kea thought silently.
Esher was the only one who could still keep his composure, and the nearby gray tide didn't seem to affect him at all. He didn't even look over there, just stared at the gray sky. He saw a huge black shadow flying through the clouds, it was supposed to be a large bird of prey, its plumage was pure ink, which made its form stand out among the thickest of clouds. Even though the shadow was constantly changing its position, Esher was clearly and intensely aware that it was constantly peering in the area. He wanted to take a closer look, but found that the black shadow had gathered its wings and swooped down towards the gray tide to the west, and Estheau's gaze followed the trail it left under the heavenly dome thoughtfully.
The great caven landed on the old man's shoulder and hissed a few times. The old man nodded, walked slowly to the man's side, and bowed humbly. The man sat cross-legged on the snow, his eyes closed, and the giant wolf lay on his lap, raising his eyelids and looking at the old man lazily.
"My lord, there is a small army out of the city, and their purpose should be to recover the siege crossbows scattered on the snow."
"I see." The man's eyes were still closed.
"My advice is to strike now, annihilate them all, and then launch a new attack, without leaving Poynbru any room to breathe. The darkness of the canopy renders the rangers' proud bows and arrows useless. ”
"Not now."
"My lord, every moment of delay will make the people of the misty who are fighting on the Vaal Snow Field pay unnecessary sacrifices, and the sooner we defeat Boimbro, the sooner we can break the morale of Ravenston's army! This is a war, not a hunt! ”
"No, it's a hunt." The man said slowly, "Hunting, you should show due respect to your prey, and I will not attack until tomorrow comes." As for that small force, since you found it, it is naturally up to you to solve it. ”
The old man bit his withered lip tightly: "Then I will personally go out to share the worries of the adults." ”
"Volunteer." The man was indifferent.