"Phew!" Fizer spat out the grass in his mouth, and carefully examined the knight in front of him with the only remaining eye.

Marcus frowned slightly, a little reluctant to get close to this scruffy-looking man.

He is different from this guy, his family has been serving the family of Duke Norvi since his great-grandfather's generation, and this guy heard that he was a mercenary before, and his current identity is still bought with money.

Prime Minister Rowe generally only talks about interests, Marcus knows many nobles in this country, and when he received the order to come here, he also deliberately learned some about the situation here, but he didn't expect his 'colleague' to be such a guy.

Even though he has been a knight of the Rowe family for nearly ten years, it is still difficult for Fetzel to correct his mercenary habits in those years, so to outsiders, he does not look like a nobleman at all.

But these are his disguises, when he was a mercenary, he already understood not to show his strength easily, to let others look down on him, only in this way, in the event of a conflict can it be easier to solve the enemy.

In his opinion, the knight standing in front of him was also a shallow person, and it was not a good habit to judge people by their appearance.

Thinking of this, Fetzel grinned, stretched out his hand, and greeted with a smile: "Hello, my name is Fitzel!"

Marcus looked at the right hand of the vulgar man in front of him with some disgust, which was covered with sweat and mud, and although the palm was calloused and thick, it didn't mean anything.

But this guy is still his colleague, and he will have to work together for a while now, so he didn't take off his gloves and reached out to hold Fetzel's right hand, "Anthony Marcus, from Nori Collar." ”

Marcus didn't want to introduce his family history to this guy, he thought that even if he did, this guy might not be able to understand, so he just forgot it.

The two men held hands with a touch, and then Fitzel turned his head in the direction of the town not far away.

"Marcus, that's what we're aiming for. Fetzel stood on the hillside and raised his finger, and Marcus followed his direction.

"'Belleon', the name of that town, the name of the town occupied by the black bitches!"

The town was built along the river, but the river turned a bend and flowed back to the north, with only a small portion flowing through the borders of the Duchy of Violet, unable to bring wealth to that Duchy.

Most of the transactions between the Mor Merchant Federation and the Duchy of Violet need to pass through Bellion, and although it is not impossible to bypass this town, there is no other supply place in the vicinity except Bellion, and even the people of the Duchy of Violet have come from another town far away.

Only Bellion was able to provide the merchants on both sides with enough water and a good place to rest, so the town was naturally quite important.

Two months ago, Prime Minister Luo Wei sent people to launch an attack, but he didn't expect the Drow Elves to be so powerful, except for some people who escaped, the rest of them were folded here.

Winter is almost over, and by the beginning of spring, many soldiers will have to farm their homes, and if the fighting is not finished before then, their families may not have a good harvest next year.

Even on Marcus's side, only half of the soldiers were full-time professional soldiers, and the rest were important laborers in the family.

Without such a workforce, many people's families may have a hard time.

"Before you came, I planned to test their defensive strength while the wind and snow were not heavy, and the mage said that the wind and snow would not be too heavy in the last few days, so the plan was set for the day after tomorrow. Fetzel laughed, turned to look at Marcus, and raised an eyebrow at him, "Marcus, would you like to help me?"

With a frown, Marcus shifted his footsteps, moving a little away from Fetzel.

Now he can be sure that he doesn't like this guy, and when he speaks, he not only spits, but also likes to use some slang words, which makes him think for a while before he can react.

But in this case, he could try to participate in it.

After all, the plan was carried out the day after tomorrow, and although the journey was tiring, as long as he could rest for two days, the soldier's state would be much better.

After thinking for a moment, Marcus nodded, "Yes, but we can only do some side support, and my soldiers are quite tired and can't fully recover in two days." ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" Fetzel laughed and waved his hand, "Anyway, it's just a test of their strength, and when their strength is discovered, we can make a battle plan!"

With that, he looked back at the town, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

In his heart, he had never underestimated the power of those drow elves.

He had never been to the Underworld, nor had he come into contact with the Drow Elves, but during his years as a mercenary, he had seen many mercenaries and adventurers who had gone to the Underworld and returned alive, and from their mouths, he could know the dangers of the Underworld and the cunning of the Drow Elves.

Although they are also 'elves', unlike their distant relatives in the world of Assatom, these guys are not rectums, and they can't tell the truth by looking at their faces, and they are very insidious.

Coupled with the tragic situation of the army that attacked Belion before, after receiving the task, his heart suddenly lifted.

His knighthood is bought with money, so all along, he doesn't think that Prime Minister Luo Wei can trust him, how can a big nobleman trust a knight who pays money to buy a knighthood?

Originally, he just wanted to buy a knight status and enjoy his old age in peace, but his feudal lord didn't seem to think so......

Fetzel knew very well that there were a lot of tricks in the previous battle, so he was very vigilant, for fear that he would be involved in some kind of struggle and die without knowing it.

The great nobleman now seems to want to use his 'surplus value' to kill him, and then vacate a knight's place to continue to sell at the price.

But he won't let that guy succeed - before Marcus came, he was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to run away, take his family and possessions, and run to the Duchy of Sorrow, I heard that the country is quite good, but now that Marcus is here, he also has a scapegoat, maybe he doesn't have to run away.

After all, he's an old mercenary!

After looking at Fetzel, who was calm and seemed to be contemplative, Marcus couldn't help but sigh in his heart, although this guy was in his forties, and he had been a knight for Prime Minister Rowe for almost ten years, but after all, he used to be a very powerful mercenary, and some of his previous habits couldn't be changed, even at this time, he was thinking about how to deal with that town.

However, after a few moments, Marcus felt a little tired, he was already quite tired when he was on the road, and after arriving at this camp, he rushed to greet Fetzel without resting, so fatigue was inevitable.

After saying hello, Marcus walked down the hill towards the camp.

Looking at the departing back, Fetzel grinned, it seems that this guy still doesn't quite understand his current situation!

But it's okay, if this guy doesn't understand his current situation, then it will be easier to take advantage of it, and he will save a lot of effort to intrigue with the old oilman.

He was all ready, just waiting for the day after tomorrow when the wind and snow were a little lesser, to test the group of drow elves, and verify the conjecture in his mind.

Fetzel smiled and looked at the gloomy sky, he knew that the feudal lord he was loyal to wanted to put him to death, but so what, as an old mercenary, the most important ability was not to 'fight' but to 'survive'.

Almost every old mercenary and old adventurer survived by stepping on the corpse of his companion, and now someone wants to calculate him?

No way!