The cavalry of fifty people was galloping, and a faint light appeared on the armor of the knights, which not only deprived them of their due weight, but also gave them the magical power of the war horses.

Let these galloping war horses, when galloping, still be able to recover their physical strength quickly.

This is a secret technique unique to the Temple of the God of War!

For the believers of the Temple of the God of War, the War Horse is the best companion.

Even, some believers will choose a war horse from the beginning to the end, consuming countless magical materials, so that the war horse has a life and strength beyond imagination.

Carl is such a person.

The war horse under his crotch has been carefully cultivated since he was fifteen years old.

From the age of fifteen to about twenty, he never slept in bed, but on a haystack, and when he practiced swordsmanship during the day, he was also near the war horse, and when he ate, he was no exception.

It can be said that five years have already made Carl and his war horse have a heart-to-heart.

Coupled with the feeding of magical materials, the value represented by this war horse is enough to bankrupt dozens of ordinary middle-class families.

And Carl was able to feed because Carl himself was born in the traditional nobility of Sika, and he was related to Viscount Sika, and his mother was Viscount Sika's own sister.

Of course, Karl was not able to become the commander of this cavalry because of his uncle.

It's real strength!

He relied on the sword in his hand to challenge the unconvinced knights one by one.

After winning a hundred battles, he became the commander of this cavalry.

The family is rich, and the family has a family history, and has its own inheritance.

This is the traditional aristocracy of Hokuriku.

As for morality?

It's not noble, but it's not despicable either.

After all, as a believer in the God of War, Carl still has a bottom line, so he distributed all the silver sols he took from Pol to his subordinates.

This made these subordinates respect Karl even more.

A boss who is powerful but willing to give benefits to his subordinates will not be hated by any of his subordinates.

Therefore, when Karl gave the order to go full speed, not a single knight complained.

Even if they've been in this state for almost two hours.

Suddenly, Karl, who was lying on horseback, raised his hand and sat up straight.

Without a word, all the knights stopped, drew their swords with a clear division of labor, lit the arquebus of their arquebuses, and looked around vigilantly.

The pine forests on the permafrost are silent in the afternoon.

The sunlight was faintly hidden, and a thin layer of mist once again shrouded the road to the border of Morsa.

Karl stared straight ahead.

He could sense something approaching.

It's hidden, but it exudes an aura that disgusts him.

"Are they the bastards hiding in the gutter?"

Karl gripped his sword, a ruby glimmer on the hilt of his sword.

Immediately, there was a burning sensation on the cold frozen soil, which was a burning sensation from the bottom of my heart, like a warrior about to fight on the battlefield.

All the cavalry, at this time, became enthusiastic.

They seemed to have gained endless courage.

And with the support of such courage, their strength and speed have increased to varying degrees, and even their vision has become extremely good, at least the few cavalrymen with arquebuses are like this.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Without hesitation, the cavalry fired.

No debriefing is required.

This was chartered by Carl.

It is also the most correct choice for many veterans who have really experienced battles and understood the rapid changes on the battlefield.

The projectile, propelled by gunpowder, flew out at a rapid pace.

Although the arquebuses in the hands of these cavalrymen were not heavy stand arquebuses, they were still as powerful as the 2.5 ounce stand arquebuses with a 2.5 ounce charge.

Coupled with the refinement of the Temple of the God of War, these arquebuses are even more reliable.

Not only the power, but also the accuracy is a step higher, especially in terms of self-protection, it is deeply loved by many people.

And this time, they also did not disappoint their holders.

Poof!

Everyone heard the sound of the projectile hitting and knocking out the opponent, and also saw the vague shadow in the distance falling to the ground.

Karl smiled, gave a thumbs up to the cavalryman who was shooting behind him, and waved his hand.

Immediately, Karl's deputy moved forward with five cavalrymen.

Carl and the others were on guard while watching their own people's exploration.

It's not an ad hoc assignment, it's a rotational assignment.

Each time, Carl or his lieutenant was the leader, and the remaining five took turns from their squad.

There was nothing special at this time, even if Karl was a nobleman.

The god of war does not like cowards.

Nor will the soldiers obey a coward.

After Carl's deputy led five people into the fog, the diffuse fog suddenly rolled up and became thicker, and the pine forests and roads that could be seen dimly disappeared completely.

Moreover, the fog seemed to come alive, rushing towards the cavalry.

Carl's heart tightened, and he immediately opened his mouth to remind his subordinates.

"Attention!"

With a loud shout, Karl clenched his sword again, the ruby glow on the hilt of the sword blooming.

Immediately, the billowing mist stopped in front of the group, but a vine escaped everyone's sight, silently came to the feet of his warhorse, and then, like a jumping viper, stabbed Karl in the back.

Carl was completely unaware of all this.

But his horse sensed it, and with a kick of all fours, he deftly avoided the surprise attack.

Karl cooperated with the wave of the long sword in his hand.

Click!

The vine was cut off.

A flame ignited from the incision where the green juice flowed, spreading at an unimaginable speed, and the severed part was quickly burned into ashes, and the part with the root was completely surrounded by flames.

Yes!

Everyone was glad to hear the screams.

Having completed a reload and the second echelon of musketeers, the muzzle was instantly aimed there.

Karl gratefully touched his horse's neck.

This is not the first time his war horse has saved himself.

Every time it is a dangerous time.

Because of this, he is more and more willing to sleep with his war horse.

Because of this, he is still 30 years old, and he is still alone.

Feeling Karl's touch, the war horse was gouging its hooves, telling Carl of the uneasiness in his heart.

Something is coming!

Hurry up and get out!

"What?"

"What's wrong with Finessa?"

Carl, who should have been able to communicate without hindrance, was a little unable to hear what his war horse Finisha was saying at this time, as if someone was talking to you when he suddenly had tinnitus.

Something is coming!

Hurry up and get out!

Finessa's heart became more and more impatient, it could feel something terrible approaching again, and, with bad intentions, Carl, who had a good heart with it, was affected before the other party approached.

And it can't do anything about it.

This made Finessa hiss.

It wished to inform Carl in that way.

"What are you talking about, Finisha?"

Carl still couldn't hear clearly, but that didn't stop him from spotting the anomaly.

But inexplicably, he couldn't do anything right.

Not even any instructions could be issued.

Because, he felt that he was doing the right thing.

What was wrong before?

Yes, delusion.

Well, it's just an illusion.

"Hey, Hada, why are you pointing your gun at me?"

Karl looked at his men puzzled.

At this time, his subordinates looked at him with fierce eyes.

The blade pointed at him.

The muzzle of the gun was also pointed at him.

None of them spoke, and a hideous smile appeared on their faces hidden under the visor.

Carl wanted to say something.

But the war horse Finisha did not wait any longer, kicked the ground with all four hooves, and galloped up with his master, not forward, nor backward, but rushed up the hillside on one side.

The smirking soldiers did not pursue.

They changed their goals.

They looked at their colleagues around them.

And then......

The sword was raised high.

The arquebus pulled the trigger.

Blood soaked the frozen ground, a thick mist rushed up, and when the mist dissipated, an elite cavalry team disappeared, and no one knew what had happened.

No!

Wrong!

Someone...... Well, there are evil spirits who know.

The upper demon hidden underground witnessed the whole process, and its brow furrowed tightly.

"Is there anything else?"

The superior evil spirit muttered to himself.

The pen just now was not the previous line of sight, in fact, that line of sight disappeared directly when it was found that it would meet this cavalry.

But that sight was gone.

But there was something else coming.

A bloodthirsty guy.

The other party is not satisfied, and the other party is still looking for it.

It's a pity that the other party can't lock it.

"Blind."

The superior evil spirit evaluated, and then, without hesitation, told his boss everything he had just seen.

As for after?

Naturally, I listened to my boss.

And before that, it can lie quietly in the land for a little longer.

It's not too long, but it's a stretch of time to be able to lie down for a while.

Pity......

No access to the sun.

It would be nice if you had a glass of juice.

I want to hear the sound of the waves.

……

The galloping carriage arrived at Sika City in the afternoon.

It is said to be a city, but in Qin Ran's opinion, it is like a town.

The only difference is that it has walls that are high enough and thick enough, and there are enough patrols.

"As a transit point between Etaninburgh and Morsa, Sika City is very safe and quite prosperous, of course, it is not comparable to Etaninburg."

Bol, who had just returned to the carriage, took the initiative to introduce.

With Karl's name, the soldiers at the city gate did not stop anything, even if they saw the booty and prisoners on the roof of the car, they all chose to turn a blind eye.

"That Lord Karl's name is even better than I expected."

"What a nice man, may he be safe."

After Pol finished speaking, he knocked on the window behind him.

"Ashcano, let's go directly to the 'Yanan Hotel', I booked a room there in advance."

"Yes, Mr. Pol."

It was obviously not the first time the bodyguard had come to Sika City, so he turned around the carriage and headed towards his destination.

"The owner of the 'Yanam Inn' is very welcoming, I have been here once before and I remember it vividly."

"So, this time I chartered a single courtyard in the inn, and we will fix it here for a day, sell the loot, replenish the supplies, and then set off."

"If you don't have anything to do, you can walk around here, after all, as a transit point between Etaninburg and Molsa, the markets of Sika City are still worth seeing."

"There's going to be a lot of good stuff being sold here, and not everybody is going to Moorsa."

As he spoke, Pol took out a bulging money bag from the dark compartment of the carriage and handed it to Qin Ran's hand.

Gold.

100 pieces.

As soon as Qin Ran touched the money bag, he got accurate information.

"There are 70-80 pieces of loot that belong to you, which is considered an advance to you, and we will calculate the general ledger after I dispose of that prisoner of war."

Pol explained.

"Hmm."

Qin Ran nodded.

He wasn't worried that Pol would pit himself.

Because, the other party is not stupid.

Qin Ran, who had put away the money bag, looked out of the carriage.

The street is quite neat, there is nothing unsightly on the street, and the corners are full, Qin Ran naturally deflected his gaze.

Many vendors shuttle here.

As the largest transit point between Etantoinoburg and Morsa, there is no shortage of anything here, that is, there will be no shortage of merchants and goods, camel carts, caravans, dense merchants, constitute this crowded street, soldiers in leather armor keep walking by the side of the car, shouting at the merchants who pile up items at will, at the same time, their eyes scan everything around them, as if they are ready to strike at any time.

Their main target is not businessmen.

Instead, they came with the merchants and blended in with some of them.

Wanted criminals, robbers, bandits are their targets.

As for some of the local guys?

These soldiers obviously turned a blind eye, Qin Ran saw several golden fingers crowded in the crowd like fish in water, and when they were doing their work, they didn't forget to say hello to those soldiers.

In this regard, Qin Ran did not meddle in things.

Each place has its own rules.

He was happy to follow those rules.

The premise is that you don't touch his rules.

"In the city, there is a lot less evil atmosphere."

"It's still there, but it's not as scary as the fog in the wilderness."

"But ......"

"Everything else has changed!"

Qin Ran looked up at the sky around him, the evil aura here seemed to have been dispersed by the crowd, only slightly, but this residual evil aura attracted Qin Ran's attention even more.

Because, in Qin Ran's eyes.

These remnants of evil are more vivid.

To put it simply, the evil aura of the wilderness is dull and lifeless.

And in front of you?

But it's alive!

It's very vivid.

"Cult sacrifices?"

Qin Ran guessed.

And at this time, the higher-ranking evil spirit transmitted everything it saw to Qin Ran's mind.

Qin Ran frowned.

It's not that the superior demons aren't doing a good enough job.

Instead, in his extraordinary [tracking] vision, the remnants of the evil aura that he had just seen grew more than a circle at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, more, the evil aura that belonged to the wilderness was attracted to Sika City, and quietly distributed to Sika City.

It's a very fast process.

But not quietly.

It's just that except for Qin Ran, no one found out.

Include......

The Temple of the God of War in the city of Sika.

In Qin Ran's field of vision, it was still very bright and dazzling.

However, quietly.

Qin Ran, who was watching all these changes, narrowed his eyes slightly.