Hearing the screams, the mercenaries immediately dropped the bowl in their hands and went to find their weapons. Salaman drew his crossbow and rushed in the direction of the source, but soon his body froze, his hands raised above his head, and slowly fell back.

"Retreat, retreat." Anton Jia escorted Anson and walked into everyone's sight without fear. "It's all for the old lady to put down her own dick! Now, immediately, immediately! Whoever still has a sword in his hand will immediately have another wound on his body! ”

Eshu stood up. But Anton Jia was paying attention to his movements from the beginning, and the blade of the long sword pressed tightly against Anson's throat: "You, sit down!" Everyone else can move, but you can't! If you make the slightest movement in place, I'll cut off his head!" ”

"Put your weapons down." Aexiu sat back, his face was as usual, "Don't worry about anything else, there are no troops from the Misty Mountains nearby, just her." Listen to her request. ”

"The investigation is well done." Anton Jia sneered, "The old lady doesn't talk nonsense. My father's white wolf skin, in exchange for this kid's life. ”

"Good. Salaman, go and pick the skin. Esher agreed without hesitation. They were already very close to the boundaries of Poimbul, and it would be difficult to run into a raiding party from the Misty Mountains even if they walked for miles. The white wolf skin of the Omenwolf Honor Guard is now a little more decorative than nothing. Using it to exchange Anson's life, Essho didn't feel a loss.

The white wolf skin, which had belonged to Anthony Muer, was quickly removed from the carriage and thrown at Antonja's feet. Antonjia kicked Anson with his foot: "Help me pick it up." ”

Anson trembled and bent down and picked up the white wolf skin. The long sword in Antonjia's hand never left his throat, and he could feel the jagged opening on the blade, which was the trace of the bloody battle of the previous days, but it made it more lethal to the flesh, and it could bite open the skin with a slight stroke. Antonjia snatched it directly from him, and escorted him step by step to the edge of the fire.

"Goodbye, knight who hasn't killed anyone." Anson heard Antonga whisper in his ear, "Don't go to Poimbro, the army of the oracle will fall there." ”

With that, Antonjia kicked Anson's knee hard, and he fell forward to his knees in the cold snow. Then she turned around in a dashing manner and disappeared into the endless darkness.

……

"You really didn't loosen the tie for her?" Kia glared at Anson with an unkind look in his eyes.

"Probably not." Wren stood up from the stump, half of the rope in his hand. He looked at the section of the rope and thoughtfully said, "The bark of the dragon's tooth pine is tough and rough, and she should be grinding it little by little. ”

"Since she had already tied herself up, why didn't she just run away?" Salaman asked, "Is that white wolf skin that important to her?" ”

"I'm not interested in trying to figure out the thoughts of a Misty Mountain native." Wren threw away the rope in his hand.

"Forget it, it's a lesson for Anson." Kia sighed, his eyes drifting to Estheux, "Speaking of classes, it's really time for his training to be on the agenda. However, in the past half a month, I have been running around for half a month, and I can't squeeze out time. Go to Poynbru, you've got to train him well. ”

"Speaking of Poimbul," Anson said hesitantly, "she told me not to go before she fled, saying that it would fall to the army of the oracles. ”

"Oracle?" Kia's face turned quite exciting, "The 'Omenwolf Wolf' killer? He frowned and pondered, "Speaking of which, I did hear rumors about it during Ryan's stay. ”

"Don't make a noise, go to Poinbru as planned." Esher glanced at the mercenaries gathered around the campfire. Although Antonjia's escape did not cause any substantial casualties to the team, it still dealt a heavy blow to morale. At this juncture, telling them that the town they go to is no longer a paradise for mercenaries to earn extra money, but a battlefield comparable to a meat grinder, which will undoubtedly make things worse. After the desertion in Silverlake, Esher already knew the need to limit some information to the leadership. His team could not afford any attrition.

"It's an opportunity to make a difference." Kia leaned closer to Eshy and whispered, "Ivanles wanted to banish us to Poimbru, but this could be the front line of the conflict between Misty Mountain and Livingston. If you perform well, it is not impossible to become a noble knight in Livingston. I have heard that Gregory IV was quite generous in the matter of knighthood. ”

Essho nodded: "But there is a big premise for all this,"

"Yes, there is a big premise: Boimpur must resist the offensive of the Misty Mountain army, use the rich logistics reserves as the tactical center, and drag down the Misty Mountain tribe who are short of food and grass." Kia sighed, "But it's this premise that makes me uneasy. Along the way, not a single Livingston patrol was seen. However, the raiding team is unusually dense and far larger than a 'squad' should be. Combined with Ryan's overcrowded tavern, I've been wondering if we're the only force that dares to go to Poimbro these days? If that's the case, I'm starting to wonder if this premise is true. ”

"What if the road to Boimpur is tightly sealed off by the raiding team?"

"What if every raiding team had one or more honorary guards of the Omenwolf on board?"

"What if...... Boynbrough's current logistical reserves are no longer enough to support a protracted defensive battle? ”

"So," Kia said as hard as frost as he looked directly at Esher, "Will Ravenston, who has a hard time doing both, be able to win on a frontal battlefield?" ”