Baron Wells's castle is not very far from Tuke Town, in the wilderness, the settlement of human pioneers is generally not too far away, you must know that in this magical world full of monsters, the status of human beings is not above other species, so even if humans gather to clear the monsters in that place and establish a village, unfortunate will be destroyed by wild beasts in a few months. Although the Baron of Wales's domain is not very far from a large city like Baldur's Gate, it is still not safe.

The crowd hurried all the way, and before nightfall they came through the woods to the front of the castle, and it was very lively outside the castle at the moment, and hundreds of people scattered out to light a bonfire and sit there, which looked spectacular. And on the other side, not far from the castle, there were also many fires there, needless to say that they must have been Baron Barkley's troops.

"Hey, you're here too." As soon as everyone came to the open space in front of the castle, a red-haired young man greeted him, he was the eldest son of the Baron of Wales, and the most outstanding of the four sons, the future heir to the title, and at this moment, the war was imminent, and he was naturally responsible for commanding the battle.

"Louis, I heard that there is a war, can we not come?" As the captain of the old garrison in Tuke Town, Bruce naturally knew the baron's son very well, and the two of them greeted each other and walked into the tent in the middle of the erection. Seeing that he was left out in the cold, the newcomer did not say anything, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered the people to camp on the spot.

In fact, setting up camp is nothing more than getting a few trees and building a fire in the same place. Curry and Paul gathered a few stout dry twigs and put them together to make a spark out of flint and steel. The four acquaintances sat together and did not speak, and the atmosphere was particularly depressing.

"Yacoste, you said we wouldn't have a war tomorrow." Curry absentmindedly broke off a branch and threw it in the fire, while saying weakly, he himself is just the son of a blacksmith, and he has no experience of killing people before becoming a garrison, he has always thought that becoming a garrison is just a daily patrol, occasionally expelling and expelling the jackals, kobolds or something, and now let him take the sword to kill, he really can't adapt for a while.

"Don't think about it so much, what we have to do tomorrow is to let ourselves survive first. Think about your parents and your family, and know that you are not fighting for yourself, and you are not living only for yourself. Yacoste saw that his other three countrymen were all dejected, and couldn't help but comfort him, he knew that the most difficult thing for every recruit to experience was the first battle, and the most difficult thing to survive was also the first battle, many times it was not that their strength was not enough, but that they did not grasp it well, and any moment of relaxation, hesitation or pity on the battlefield was fatal.

"Come on, don't make it look like you've been in a war." The cheerful Will was the first to laugh, and he punched Acoste in the shoulder, "Of course we understand this truth, for the sake of my father, I definitely can't let others kill me,"

"And for my dad." Curry followed.

"For Lavis." Yacoste has long lost his parents, and his only relative is his sister.

"For Vera." The shy Paul scratched his head, he was also an orphan, he only had one adoptive father, and he couldn't think of any surviving relatives for a while, so he had to report the name of the girl who worked as a maid in the tavern of Will's house in the same village.

"Hahahaha" hearty laughter echoed above the camp, attracting a few people next to him to look sideways.

Late night soon came, but since everyone had been put together on an improvised basis, there was no order at all in the humble camp, not even a team of night patrols. Everyone just knows that they are all from Baron Wells's side, and tomorrow they will cut down another group of people, and that's it. For this situation, Yacoste could only pout helplessly, there was no way, in his memory, those orthodox armies were disciplined, and the orders were forbidden, and it was definitely not like this, but the private soldiers of the little nobles were all virtuous, and he couldn't change anything, and now all he could do was to expect the soldiers on the other side to be like them, otherwise this battle would be lost no matter how it was fought.

Acoste sat quietly beside the fire, beside him, several people in Curry fell asleep, ready to recharge their energy and prepare for tomorrow's battle, at a glance, only a few people were still like him who were tired and did not fall asleep, and the other and even distant allies also all fell asleep, among all the professionals, the vigilance of the warriors was generally the lowest, they all belonged to the category of those who had wine today and drunk today, and enjoyed as much as possible while they were alive, So it also leads to the fact that the warrior profession is the best to kill.

Just when Acoste was stunned, suddenly a sound of Suosuo came from a distance, Acoste vaguely felt that something was wrong, and immediately drew his weapon and stood up, at this time, the moon and stars in the sky were obscured by dark clouds at some point, and the entire camp was dark except for the faint light from the campfire. However, this is not difficult for Acoste, as a half-elf, he is born with dim vision, even if there is a little light, he can see clearly. But now he looked into the distance, and there was nothing but the warriors who were sleeping on the ground, and when he turned his gaze to the part of the enemy camp, he suddenly found that all the bonfires in that area had been extinguished.

The smell of blood wafted through the air, and Acoste suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the other party must have attacked in the night. Yacoste just wanted to shout, suddenly a whistling sound came from the back of his head, Yacoste lowered his head without thinking about it, and a bright dagger rubbed his scalp past, taking advantage of the other party's old power before it went, and before the new force was born, Yacoste raised his long sword and stabbed it in the back of the inquire's heart.

"Poof." "Ahh

There was a sound of a sword entering flesh, a terrible scream, and blood bloomed from the back of the opponent's heart like a terrible flower, splashing Yacoste's face.

"You hit the opponent's vital point, dealing -35 damage, inflicting a lethal effect, the opponent's immunity fails, the opponent dies, and you gain 240 experience points."

"What's wrong?? What happened. The terrible scream suddenly woke up many people, and Curry saw Acoster, whose face was covered in blood, and hurriedly raised his shield and asked.

"Wanderers, they're attacking!" Acoste didn't answer Curry, but some veteran fellows next to him saw the occupation of the corpse on the ground at a glance, and couldn't help but shout. Just as the warrior had finished shouting, an arrow shot out of the darkness and pierced the warrior's neck, pinning him to the ground.

"Prepare for battle. The war began. Hearing the shouts of killing not far away, Acoste set up his two long swords, but for the first time in his heart he had a desire to kill. Because he opened his panel earlier, he found that there was an experience bar next to his race, and the experience points of killing the wanderer in front of him had been stored in it, if his estimate was correct, it was that he could level up by killing like he would have been a player in his previous life, to gain power!