Following the Plantagenet mercenary group, Aske arrived at the city of Segovia, built in the central mountains.

The city of Segovia, which has a great reputation in the original game world.

On the one hand, because it is close to the front line, players who go to farm undead quests can resupply here; On the other hand, the huge ancient Solomon Viaduct and the towering Rossoa Tower are also spectacular wonders that attract players.

The former was a symbol of the industrial prowess of the ancient Solomon Republic in the Tertiary Age, while the latter was the site of the Iberian Witch Order. Later, with the rise of the Holy See at the end of the Quaternary Age, all these witches were slaughtered and driven away, leaving only an empty copy of the ruins, which was said to contain all kinds of treasures, golems and traps.

Asker wasn't interested in the ruins dungeon, after all, he wasn't in this world to play games, and there were no important items in it that he had to get.

The residence of the Plantagenet mercenary group, the "Diamond Tip House" in the city, was originally an art academy. The art students made the walls into a large number of diamond-shaped floating layers that protruded outward, hence the quirky name.

Upon entering the academy, Aske saw the art students, who were tremblingly cleaning up and pouring water for the mercenaries who had occupied the magpie's nest.

Some of the mercenaries also had a debauched smile and moved on the female students passing by, but probably because of team discipline, there was no overlord hard bow, at most they just touched and kneaded, and rubbed oil.

"Hmph, if you want to have no breasts, if you want an ass without an ass, what's there to do?" McGregory, the leader of the Highland Swordsmen, snorted coldly, disdainful of these oil-rubbing behaviors of his subordinates, "Today I'm going to the Moulin Rouge near the Market Square, who will go with me?" ”

"Me!" Other Highland swordsmen also responded.

"Change your skirt, let's go!" McGree waved his hand, and everyone went back to their rooms to change their clothes.

Compared with the unrestrained wildness of the highland swordsmen, the lobster soldiers were silent, silently returned to the room with their gun bags, and began to drink and play cards.

"Lord Asker?" At the door of the conference room, Eric, the head of the sub-group, looked at him solemnly and made a gesture of please.

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"Your Excellency, you have to give us an account." In the conference room, Eric asked worriedly, "Did Deslar send any other reinforcements besides you?" For example, personnel, materials, or something? ”

"It's gone." Asker said.

"And what about your barbecue and beer......"

"I brought my own." Asker said.

Eric:..................

I have a British swear word, and I don't know if God has given me permission to say it.

"It's a bad situation on our side." Eric stood up and spread out the map on his table, "There are currently three points of attack of the undead against the entire Central Mountains, which are Maderona, Adrada de Piron, and here in Segovia. ”

"You don't need to memorize these complicated Iberian toponyms, you just need to know that in the middle of the central mountain range, only these three valley floors are passable, and the rest are precipitous mountains that are difficult to cross."

"In the ancient kingdom of Castile, forts were built in all three places to guard the main roads. Among them, Adrada de Pilong has no problem with the fact that the position of the fortress is too forward, so the Bull Mercenary Group allocates the most mercenaries stationed there. ”

"The fortress in the Maderona region is located deep in the mountains, and although there are few mercenaries, it is still easy to defend and difficult to attack due to its terrain. Only we, Segovia, with few troops and imperfect terrain, happened to be the weakest of the three fortresses. ”

"In order to make sure we defend here, we have to get more supplies as soon as possible. It is not enough for us to bring our own supplies and those provided by the city, and if Deslar really intends to send assistance, he will definitely not send Your Excellency alone. ”

"Am I right, Your Excellency?"

Eric's reasoning was logical, affirmative, and confident, as if Asker must have hidden aid.

And if he did, he would probably be blank and distracted, with wandering eyes - at least that's what Eric thought.

However, Asker only calmly sighed, as if he did not hear the suspicion in his words at all, and only asked:

"Since you can't hold on to the supplies that you can't hold, why don't you fight out?"

Eric:???

First of all, you have a very blunt twist on the topic; Secondly, there are more undead on the other side than us, there are more high-level transcendents than us, plus out of the mountain range is the Meseta Plateau, the terrain is flat and there is no danger to defend at all, what do we fight out? Hit the head?

Of course, he won't say it explicitly. As a Britannian gentleman from Winchester, Eric couldn't have scolded the immodest swear words like a vulgar mercenary. So he just said coldly:

"With our forces, staying away from the fortress to attack the undead is as foolish as smashing stones with eggs."

"Yes." Asker nodded, "You're too weak. ”

Eric:..................

His hand under the table clenched the handle of the gun silently, trying to suppress the urge to draw the gun that surged in his heart.

When he finally calmed down, he heard Aske say again:

"It's not the same from today, though."

"What's different?" Eric squeezed a few words out between his teeth.

"Because now, you've got me on board, hahaha." Asker gave a thumbs up, poked his chest, and laughed.

Ah, in fact, if he is killed with one shot here, he will not necessarily be discovered, right......

After taking a few deep breaths to calm his mood, Eric frowned, barely used the remaining reserve to keep the last dignity, and said in a cold voice:

"Hehe, Your Excellency's ability, we will meet if we have the opportunity."

A few hours later, the Highland swordsmen with their pants on their backs returned happily, and Eric, who had been waiting for a long time, called Asker, who was sitting in the hall, and said to McGree, the leader of the Highland swordsmen, who was the first to enter the door:

"McGree, our 'support man' will be on the front line with your team tomorrow."

"Who?" McGree, who was holding a toothpick, was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at Aske next to him, "He? ”

This guy looks weak, although he is an extraordinary person, but his ability seems to only conjure some weapons...... What's the use of this? If you can set fire to ice and shoot thunder and lightning, I might even be afraid of it......

Seeing McGregory's contemptuous look, Eric said with a rigid face:

"It's an order!"

With that, he turned away with his hands behind his back, gave Aske a sinister smile, and went back to his bedroom.

"Meet here tomorrow at 8 a.m." McGree had to drop a sentence and then turn away unhappily.

As soon as he saw Asker's face, he remembered that the other party was eating barbecue and drinking beer on the hillside, and immediately felt the urge to kill him on the spot.

Asker silently sensed the level of comprehension of today's skills, and was quite satisfied in his heart, so he left here directly, looking for a hotel in the city to prepare to stay.