The next day, Asker wakes up from his manor on Hearthfire Island.

Arriving in the lobby on the first floor, Nora has already prepared breakfast for everyone: milk, omelette, salad, and schnitzel with bread slices.

"How did yesterday's skewers taste?" At the dinner table, Nora asked Aske, "I use three different spices to marinate the skewers, which one do you prefer?" ”

"The saltier kind." Asker replied.

Salty?

Before Nora could figure out which one it was, Aske had teleported out of Hearthfire Island.

Peggy, who was in charge of guarding the ancient books last night, appeared in the inn room and patted Peggy on the shoulder.

"Then I'll do it, and you can go back to breakfast."

"Hmm." Peggy nodded and asked, "Asker, are you still going to comprehend the new law today?" ”

"Yes." Aske smiled and said, "When I understand it, I'll be promoted to Lv. 19, just like you." ”

"That." Peggy's eyes blinked, and she said hopefully, "Then I won't be promoted to demigod first, will I wait for you to join us?" ”

"Why?" Aske was surprised.

"Because I want to be promoted to demigod with you." Peggy said.

"So why do you want to be promoted to demigod with me!" Asker couldn't help but laugh, "It's not a degree graduate, and you can still attend the same graduation ceremony." Whether you are promoted early or late, there is no difference at all? ”

Peggy pouted in disappointment, while Asker took the ancient books and walked towards the "House of Diamond Tips", where the Plantagenet mercenary group was stationed.

At 8 a.m., as the Highland swordsmen and lobster spearmen were preparing to leave, they saw Asker coming out of a nearby alley.

All:..................

I don't know why, after being madly pulled by this guy yesterday, today's Plantagenet mercenaries saw this guy again, and they were unexpectedly unwavering.

Just ignore it.

Walking along the ramp to the east, close to yesterday's battlefield, everyone saw black smoke rising from the top of the fort.

The Plantagenet mercenary group hurriedly accelerated forward, and finally arrived at the bottom of the city wall in time, just in time to repel the attack of a wave of undead.

"They came to attack last night!" When the mercenaries asked to enter the fortress to rest, the guards guarding the walls shouted, "Our general was shot in the shoulder with a bone spear and is now recuperating!" He ordered that the fortress should not be allowed to be opened to anyone! Even the Plantagenet Mercenary Regiment is the same! ”

The mercenaries listened to the front and were fine, and when they heard the last sentence, they couldn't help but make a loud noise.

It's just a matter of complaining, after all, the Plantagenet Mercenary Regiment is a regular team, and they can't turn around and attack this fortress - even if they do, there is a high probability that they will be backstabbed by the undead.

Therefore, everyone could only continue to advance in the southeast direction in despair, preparing to face the undead who came over there, thinking that today must be another hard battle.

Although everyone has learned the lesson of yesterday and brought portable dry food and water bottles with them, if the undead continue to attack and fight, I am afraid that they will not even have time to replenish their diet and water.

If the guards in the fortress are willing to come out to support, then the Plantagenet mercenaries can take the time to sit down and eat dry food, drink some water, and their combat endurance will be greatly enhanced. It's a pity that the fortress is closed now, and they can't do anything about those guards.

Anyway, if you really can't bear it, you can simply break the contract and evacuate directly. After all, our Plantagenet mercenaries are here to fight and make money, not to be angry and die.

So a few minutes later, the Plantagenet mercenaries ran into the first wave of undead armies.

A torrent of bones made up of massive skeletons, armorers, and ghouls.

The lobster spearmen hurriedly ran towards the nearby high ground under the command of the lookout; The Highland swordsmen drew their swords from behind their backs and began to charge at the undead army, intercepting their attack.

Taking advantage of the interception of the undead torrent, Eric had already led people to rush to the high ground, and then stood in line and raised his guns, and the highland swordsmen quickly retreated.

Platoon guns exploded, carrion flew everywhere, and bullets flew in the crowd of undead with large stumps and severed arms, as if they had been strafed by aviation machine guns.

The lobster gunners reloaded their guns again, while resting their tired arms for a while.

Eric looked at the Highland swordsman who had turned and rushed forward, and suddenly realized that he didn't see Asker.

What about the guys?

He looked left and right, his eyes scanned all the highland swordsmen, and he didn't find any guys who didn't wear skirts.

Could it be that he died in the first wave of charges? Although he is an extraordinary being, if he has no experience in war, it is normal for him to be caught off guard and killed by the torrent of undead.

Thinking like this, Eric was a little relieved and a little inexplicably melancholy.

The mercenary industry is like this, you can still drink a lot of alcohol today, and tomorrow you may even have your head cut off. Although that guy was a stunned young man, he was arranged by himself to join the team of highland swordsmen, and he died in a foreign land in a wave, such an ending...... Isn't it everyone's fate next?

Alas, when the war is over, if there is still time, let's go find his bones and bury them.

Eric shook his head slowly and continued to look at the war situation ahead.

Hey, this time the undead army seems to be a bit hard, and the highland swordsman didn't break up with a wave of big sword charges? It seems that the next step is to be difficult to fight......

"Looks like it's going to be tough next." Asker's voice sounded next to him, "Noticed?" These skeletons are all clad in iron armor. ”

"You ......" Eric was stunned for a moment, then jumped up, "Why are you here?!" Aren't you supposed to be in the ranks of the Highland Swordsmen? ”

"Oh, yes before." Asker took out his breakfast, a schnitzel with schnitzel, and munched on it, "But that McGree's name didn't give me orders." ”

Eric:???

Then he finally realized: the tacit cooperation between the lobster spearmen and the highland swordsmen was based on countless actual battles in the past.

Whether it's a shoot-retreat wave or a load-charge wave, both sides are so skilled at the rhythm that Eric and McGree don't need to give orders at all, and their men on both sides will consciously cooperate with each other, like a war machine with gears in lock.

However, this guy is completely different, he is like a special type of screw, which has not been precisely embedded in this war machine. For the sudden charge of the highland swordsman, he naturally couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"That's it." Eric pressed Asker's shoulder, pointed to the team of Highland swordsmen in front of him, and said, "See, the one named McGree from yesterday...... That's right, the tallest one with a heavy oil paint on his face. ”

"You're in charge of following his rhythm. If he rushes forward, you will also rush forward and slay the undead; He retreats, and you retreat with the group. Do you understand? The rhythm of advance and retreat, just follow that person. ”

"Uh-huh, understood!" Asker said with a smile.

"Do you really understand?" Eric stared at him suspiciously.

Judging from Eric's years of leadership experience, most of the recruits like this who "understand" as soon as they open their mouths and don't even bother to ask the details will always make mistakes in the end.

But this guy isn't his soldier, not even from the Plantagenet mercenary group. Anyway, he has already explained clearly, if he really can't fit into the rhythm of the Highland Swordsman's team, then there is no pity to die.

Another round of gun firing once again smashed the torrent of the undead backwards as if it had been bombarded with a giant hammer. The Highland swordsmen spun around sharply, their little skirts spinning and dancing in the air.

Asker jumped from the high ground like an arrow from a string, and a spear had been drawn from the air.

This guy is quite reckless...... Eric saw that he was still by his side just now, and the next second he jumped off the high ground without hesitation and rushed into the ranks of the highland swordsmen, and couldn't help but be a little surprised by his courage and reaction speed.

But why is this guy holding a spear? A man with a spear suddenly appeared in the ranks of the giant sword warriors, wait and don't destroy the neat charging line!

Eric felt a little bored in his heart again. Is this person an obsessive-compulsive nemesis? Why do you hate it more and more when you look at it?