Soon the old men negotiated the details of the operation, and Marin was thrown ...... by the fighting priests of the Just Church Forget it, it's better to use the word allocation.

Anyway, Marin needs to follow the Third Commando into the southwesternmost village in this area, the name of the village is quite good, Reimer Village, is a village by the sea, I heard that the population is about 900 people, there is a temple of the god of the sea, a temple of the goddess of luck and a temple of the god of shepherds, in the words of the lords, the temple in that small place also has only one priest and a few assistant priests, and it is also a guardian - because it is too small, the church cannot assign special guards and guards here.

The Third Commando had about two hundred men, eighty sword and shield men, eighty halberders, and forty crossbowmen.

Without any rifles, Marin's only feeling when he saw these big-headed soldiers was that he had returned to the Middle Ages from modern times, and the previous locomotives, bars, and even the survival pods that were used as coffins were just his own Nanke's dreams.

Then he shook his head with a sigh - the Duchy of Farol is a very poor country, it is the same as Fort Carter, it is a seaside area, but his area has a large number of sea spirits and all kinds of chaotic sea conditions, even fishermen can only fish in the offshore area, more in aquaculture.

Sheep, salo and horses are mainly raised, with horses being an important source of income for the village, which are bought by the state and then sold.

At first glance, it is the existence of exploitation, but even so, horse breeding is still an important source of income for the village, nearly fifty percent of the villagers are followers of the pastoral church, and the remaining three percent are also believers in the god of the sea, as for the goddess of luck...... This person doesn't need much faith, but after all, he is a true God, and there will always be people who believe in it, even if it is a pan-believer, so there are more or less 20% believers.

Because most of the people here feed on fish and animals, and do not grow grains, the goddess of harvest has no roots in this area.

It sounds a pity, but at this moment, Marin thinks it's better not to have a foundation - the Chaos Cultists only say that they have secretly controlled this area, and those priests and priests are afraid that they may be corrupted or killed, so Marin also has a team of four-man mages as reinforcements, and they will be responsible for dealing with those big guys who may exist.

All Marin has to do is take care of them.

It sounded like a very important duty, but Marin felt that he wasn't just a babysitter at all, but a show—two hundred full-time soldiers and four mages dealing with nine hundred civilians, even if they were all Chaos cultists, they were just troublesome mobs.

Because he had heard that the best transcendents in this village were only three apprentices, Marin felt that if he was to come, it would only be the time of three hammers.

Hey, it's boring, I really want to go to the battlefield.

"Why did Mr. Marlin sigh?" The laughter of the little mage on the side dragged Marin away from his complaints, and turned his head to look at him, Marin shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly: "It feels like I've been assigned to an insignificant place." ”

"It's a good thing that young people are motivated, but the most important thing for you is to accumulate your experience, such a small village is really suitable for you, on the big battlefield, many times no one will have the kung fu to take care of you, and then you inexperienced little guys will usually die as quickly as possible." The other old mage said as he walked ahead.

Marin thought about it and decided not to mention the courage of the year, although the incident of seven into seven out of the chaos defense line in Parol City was like yesterday, but after all, it was already a passing thing, and these four mages were obviously not Sidney's people, and naturally it was impossible to know Marin's story.

Instead, the little mage smiled and pushed Marin with his elbow: "Don't pay attention to what my mentor says, I'm Raphael Marino, I grew up in the Duchy of Farol, and I was sent to the Mage Tower when I was seven years old, what about you." ”

"Marin, Marin Gayat, from Fort Carter." Marin reached out and shook his hand, and found that the child's hands were a little rough, I heard that he grew up in the Duchy of Farol and looked like he had begun to learn to live at a very young age, what an amazing child: "How old are you this year. ”

"At the age of twelve, I was a little younger, and my mentor said it was because of malnutrition." The little mage smiled very shyly when he said this.

And Marin smiled: "I'm fifteen years old, and I've shrunk because of the active bloodline. ”

"Then your bloodline must be very good, I see your ears, they are square." The little kid squinted his eyes curiously when he said this: "Mentor, what race is square-eared." ”

"No, and, Raphael, curiosity is not a good habit sometimes, especially when it comes to speculation about other people's bloodlines, and sometimes it can become very fatal, so apologize to Mr. Marin." So said his mentor.

So the little mage smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry Mr. Marin. ”

"It's okay, I don't know." Marin smiled and comforted the kid.

At this time, news came from the front of the procession, and they had seen the village on the other side of the hill, and at this time there were torches and bonfires in the village.

Marin went uphill and checked the target's situation, and found that the village didn't seem to find guests from afar, and there were many people in the small square in the middle of the village, who seemed to be holding a party?

"It's a little cold here, are you people here used to meeting at night?" Marin looked at the commander of the commando, this middle-aged man was a lord, in the Duchy of Farol, the lord was the lowest noble, they could not pass on this title (they could only use it themselves), usually a soldier with military achievements could only have it after being promoted to the commander of a squad.

He had a big beard, and when he heard Marin ask, he immediately shook his head with a wry smile: "Mr. Marin, please don't say that, we Farolians never like to go out indiscriminately at night, so there must be something wrong with this village." ”

"Then we can get moving." Another younger mage said, ignoring Marin, but looking at the old mage who was the commander, "Mentor, it just so happens that those guys are here, we can get closer and let them be examined." ”

"We went straight over and got them checked? What to do if they run around, or if they resist. Mr. Lord asked with some confusion.

"If it's running around, then it's definitely a Chaos cultist, and if they resist, it's a well-trained Chaos cultist, and then they can directly start suppressing it." The young mage said as a matter of course.

Marin didn't interject, it wasn't his turn to speak up in this case, but Marin kept an eye on the guy - stay away from him if necessary, God knows how he'd stupid himself to death.

In Marin's opinion, the best thing to do was to approach in formation and call the villagers out of the village - if they were Chaos cultists, they would probably have charged, and in front of the soldiers and mages in formation, even if nine hundred men rushed in a chaotic queue, it would be impossible to break through the soldiers' line.

Not to mention that there are five more mages - four mages plus Marin.

If this can also be broken through, then Marin can only kill these four stupid mages first, and then raise his gun to kill himself.

"What do you think, Mr. Marin?" Somewhat unexpectedly, the old mage asked about Marin.

Looking at the desireless and clear gaze in his eyes, Marin was a little surprised, he felt that this old mage wanted to test him, maybe because he had appeared around those big people, but after thinking about it, those guys in the mage tower must have intelligence and communication, and the name Marin must have been reported inside the mage tower.

Since this is the case, Marin didn't pretend to be there, and said his thoughts, the old mage smiled and nodded: "Very good, Mr. Marin's thoughts coincide with mine, I have used Eagle Eye to observe the gathering of these chaos believers before, and found that most of them are drinking, and I can't confirm their identities, but considering that these drunken guys are unlikely to have any combat effectiveness, so let's follow Mr. Marin's method, Mr. Lord, please line up your people in a formation and stop two hundred meters from the village, I will attract their attention. ”

After the teacher finished speaking, he glanced at his young apprentice, who gave Marin a somewhat surprised look, and did not argue, but retreated behind his mentor.

The Lord began to assemble his troops, and at Marin's suggestion, the soldiers were scattered and lined up at a distance of fifty millimetres from each other towards the village.

The crossbowmen are in the center, the halberds are on the sides, and the sword and shield are on the two wings, so that if the guy on the opposite side rushes over, the crossbowman can shoot a few rounds first, and then the halberd will converge in the center to form a sword and shield will cover the two wings of the halberd, and the crossbowmen will scatter on both sides and start shooting the rear after the chaos and the front team start fighting, and the mage will give them enough magical cover to the front of the defensive line.

Marin will also release Fio to give melee support, and Fio, as the eldest of the three, should also learn to grow two legs to hammer people.

"We've been spotted in the village." When she was still about three hundred meters away from the village, the female mage beside the young mage raised her hand, and an eagle landed on her arm, she looked at the old mage and said, "Mentor, they rushed out. ”

"That's great, I've seen them...... Oh, they're so disheveled, Mr. Lord! Tell your crossbowmen to start shooting! I'll cast illumination. ”

"I'll do it." Marin said as he pulled out the flare gun on his waist and fired a flare into the sky - the flare with its own featherfall spell was shot into the air, and it would slowly fall for about two minutes, illuminating the open area in front of the line.

"Ghoul!" The little mage screamed.

"No, it's an apostate!" The old mage shouted, "Leave them to our mage to deal with!" Your bolts can't penetrate their shells! ”

Marin had seen the renegades, the Chaos believers on all fours, who had lost their human appearance at all. They were covered in tattoos, their hair was shaved, their joints were twisted, and they were human ...... It was all insulting, so Marlin pulled out his revolver and lit it four or five calibers, and the silver-seeping bullet flew out of the muzzle, through the space between the two, and finally into the forehead of the largest renegade.

The latter's run immediately turned into a disaster, and after it fell, it tripped over its companions behind it, and more than a dozen renegades were tripped by the corpses of their fellows at the front at the same time, and Marin immediately planted a row of ground thorns in the sand in front of them—these sand and stone thorns would normally only make these chaos go a little way, but at this moment, the apostate rolled and pierced themselves into the spikes.

"Good handling, and, good luck." As he spoke, the old mage shook his hand, and the half-silent technique changed a syllable halfway through, and then a fireball the size of a basin flew out, turning the struggling renegades into a small program in the buffet barbecue.

"Apostate people have some great self-healing abilities and must deal with them with fire or acid, but your spikes hold them in place, and it's a great option." After casting the spell, the old mage smiled and nodded: "Your technique is good, it's a pity, how good it would be if you were a person from our mage tower." ”

"There aren't so many ifs in life, old man, those Chaos believers are here." Marin smiled and finished speaking, pulling an extended fossil into mud, because it was smashed on the sand, so the effect was outstanding, and the dozens of Chaos believers who rushed to the front were planted in the mud and sand, and if no one pulled them, their only result would be to 'drown' in the mud and sand.

It's a very uncomfortable way to die, and I hope they go peacefully.

Marin sighed as he gave the crossbowmen a technique that increased their perception - it would allow them to see farther and see more clearly in a moment.

The old mage's apprentices had also begun to project the first round of spells at this time.

The little mage threw two fireballs, and with his status as a second-ring mage, it was already not easy.

The female mage threw two lightning chains, and in places close to the sea, lightning chains are a good choice, but they are usually only suitable for use at such a long distance, and if the distance is close, it is not impossible to electrocute yourself.

The young mage chose the wall of fire, he threw it on both sides of the quagmire area, a good choice, the chaos was in a hurry, and after bypassing the quagmire area, they rushed headlong into these seemingly delicate and weak walls of fire, and only after flying a lot of people did they begin to notice the murderous nature of this wall of fire, so they continued to circle to both sides, and at the same time, the follow-up chaos noticed that the quagmire had hardened, so they stopped bypassing the pace and began to rush in from the center.

There are shortcuts, so why hurt your own leg strength.

They wouldn't have imagined that it was Marlin who had canceled the technique.

The Lord's men began to change formations.

And Marlin began to prepare a new technique, the Lightning Bead, which he gave a vulgar and elegant name - the Wall of Lightning.

The chain of lightning drawn between the two lightning beads flying together will give these Chaos who chose to come from the middle a very memorable memory.