In the wee hours of the morning, the fire finally went out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Ammid listened with a dark face as the adjutant reported the battle damage.

"Our army lost 1,000 killed, 300 seriously wounded, and 500 lightly wounded. All the materials in the enemy's stronghold were burned, and the defending general led a hundred remnants of the army to flee......" When the adjutant reported this, the whole person trembled.

Did you win? Looks like a win...... But who wants such a result?! It's just a stronghold burned to ashes, and they don't get anything else!

"Advance the whole army and plunder all the villages in its path!" Ammid looked at the group that had just finished breakfast and took a deep breath.

"Uncle Ammid...... Fear...... We can't move forward in such a hurry...... The news has just come that there is a problem with our food, and that more than half of the soldiers have diarrhea after breakfast......" Harald had just entered, and hurriedly said after hearing Ammid's plan.

"Who did it......?" Ammid clenched his fists fiercely, didn't he just gnaw a stronghold of a thousand people, why did he encounter so many setbacks?!

"Hmm...... They left this ...... on the spot," Harald said, pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket with a black handprint printed like a child playing. There is also a sentence attached to the bottom: "Get out of my territory"

"Brotherhood!" Ammid crumpled the paper in front of him. "Ignore them, as long as we don't target them now, and their dogma doesn't allow them to kill us, that's the only way to do it! Harald, you go down and tell the chaplain in the group to look at the soldiers with diarrhea, and wait until noon when the repairs are finished before we set out!" ”

"Yes, uncle." Harald shrugged indifferently. The battle had reached its current state, and in his opinion, there was no need to continue, after all, the main purpose of this dispatch had disappeared with the burning of the stronghold. A raider like Ammid who wants to plunder in Harald is all about making up for his losses and venting his anger.

"But what are we going to do with the remnants of the army that escaped?" When the tent curtain was lifted, Harald suddenly turned around and asked.

"Now that they have fled to this mountain forest, we will not chase after them, and they are of little value." Ammid subconsciously replied. But the next moment, he looked at Harald's much calmer eyes and suddenly realized that he had just been tempted by the kid in front of him, and this kid asked this question to test whether his head was carried away by this unwinnable and undefeated situation.

Deep in the woods.

"Aha, it looks like you're embarrassed." Dacula looked at the more than 100 people in front of him, all of whom were injured, and said very comfortably. He remembered that some of these people had forced the Brotherhood to withdraw from the Half-Moon Sanctuary.

"Humph!" Puton, who was repairing with more than 100 remnants, glared at Dacula in front of him very unhappily, he would not have a good face for this gloating guy.

"Hehe, don't look at me like that, you know, but we helped you get in their way." Dacula didn't care about this Pupton's upset, and he said with a grin as he tossed the dagger in his hand.

"What?" Purton looked at the cat man in front of him in surprise. "You're holding them back?"

"We secretly added a little condiment to their food, and it is estimated that their entire army will not be able to move until noon. Hehe, this is part of our reward for Lord Wei Xu's generous behavior. ”

Hearing the cat man's answer, Putton first breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, his face became ugly: "Since you have the ability to infiltrate the enemy's rear, why don't you just go and kill the enemy's command?" Such a reward would be more useful than a simple poisoning! What do you have in mind?! ”

"Yo yo yo, big man, you can't say that. Our dogma makes it clear that we can't take the initiative to target non-mission personnel. The cat-man's ears shook unpleasantly, as if Puton's words had polluted his ears.

"You ......" Purton didn't know anything about dogma or anything, but since everyone said so, he couldn't say anything more. I could only turn around silently and no longer talk to the cat man in front of me.

"Alright, big man, remember to tell your lord that we will do what we should and shouldn't do according to our previous agreement, and ask him not to forget his promise to our brotherhood!" Seeing that Purton no longer paid attention to him, Dacula also lost the mood to tease him, and after a cold sentence, he disappeared into the jungle in a few hands......

Half-Moon Collar, next to the ruins of the Stronghold of Hosgar.

"Knock knock......" The ground trembled slightly, and Ammid's heart suddenly had a bad feeling. It was the first time he had heard such a neat sound like a drum.

Nairn is a place where the Holy Spirit was established, and there is no such thing as an earthquake caused by the movement of the Plates. So in Ammid's subconscious, this kind of noise can only be the sound of thought.

"Cavalry?" Although he was puzzled, his movements were not chaotic at all, and after only a few breaths, he regained his composure, and gave the order to gather all the warriors.

"Is that the cavalry of the Half Moon Leader?" Harald had already left the tent, or he had never returned to the tent, and had just finished detoxifying all the poisoned fighters with the priest. Looking at the smoke and dust in the distance, he was also shocked in his heart. After all, there are only eight or nine hundred people who can fight on their side now, and if the opposing cavalry rushes over this time, then the fruit that he just picked, although it wilts and does not chirp, but still represents victory, will be gone.

"Let people pile all the supplies in front! Fast! "The old fellow Ammid reacted much faster than Harald, and he had already begun to order his men to move when the young man had just figured out what was going on.

"No, it's not cavalry...... There is no reason for the cavalry to run so slowly, and after several breaths, they still haven't seen a shadow! When his own warriors began to act, Ammid felt that there was something strange about it. However, with his habit of overestimating the enemy for many years, he made his men hasten the hurried construction of barricades that hindered the cavalry.

Finally, after another ten breaths, the soldiers of the rift finally saw the menacing enemy on the opposite side.