Although Francis's riding skills are good, he is still a little worse than the mercenaries who specialize in fighting for food, so he gradually fell behind the team in such an all-out sprint, but he was not in a hurry, Sally's back in the distance was getting closer and closer, and in a minute or two, she would definitely not be able to escape the fate of being overtaken.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and Francis seemed to have seen Sally being slashed to pieces by a sword-

"Tsk, you chose this kind of path..."

He thought for a moment, and shouted to the mercenaries who had already run ahead: "Whoever catches her first, I will reward her with 100 gold coins."

This sentence was like a magic spell, and suddenly the mercenaries screamed and accelerated forward, and they galloped like a race, fighting like a race to see who could catch Sally first, making the already lost formation more and more scattered.

"Don't rob anyone from Lao Tzu"

One of the mercenaries at the head shouted excitedly, he was the best rider among these people, so he rushed to the front with a scimitar at this time. He watched as Sally and Martin disappeared to the end of the bend in the forest path, and immediately leaned to the left, trying to balance the center and let the horse rush through the bend as fast as possible......

"Where else do you want to run-"

When this sentence was shouted, it was quite imposing, but after his war horse turned the corner, the "domineering" disappeared in an instant like a deflated ball, and his subsequent words were like ducks trampled on the neck, holding in his throat...

He remembered the targets he was chasing: an unarmed nun, a coachman who didn't even wear leather armor, but... Why did you suddenly see three rows of heavily armed knights in front of you?

It's not a dream, is it?

What about nuns? What about the coachman?

The mercenary's brain was in a state of death, and he continued to run forward with his eyes staring, but the cavalry team in the distance did not give them time to react at all...... Then the twenty-nine cavalrymen began to move forward with a bang

From the moment they began to gallop, the momentum that erupted like a volcano immediately made the mercenaries who turned the corner shiver

For ordinary cavalry teams, when the commander shouts "charge" or "go", the knights basically start to accelerate in a mess, and then after rushing out of hundreds of meters, they can combine a similar formation to enhance the lethality - but the team in front of them, from the moment they started, they used all their strength, and the distance of less than 2 meters completely combined a neat charge formation, and by the time they reached 6 meters, they had maintained the formation and entered the state of galloping at full speed

This was almost impossible for the mercenaries to do, because even if they considered themselves experienced in battle, it was difficult for them to achieve such a uniform pace of the charge

Get up with them, the "charge" on your side is as childish and ridiculous as a child's play.

And when Francis, who was at the back of the team, turned the corner and looked ahead with a smug smile, he was almost thrown off his horse by the scene in front of him-

"It's... What the is going on? ”

Clenched the wand in his hand, of course Francis would not be naïve to think that there was a team here that was just about to practice the array - his heart was instantly cold, but he couldn't understand where Sally found such a bunch of cavalry, because looking at the momentum of the other party and the quality of the military horses, he knew that this was no ordinary mercenary... It's not a question of whether you have money to hire or not, it's a question of not necessarily finding it

There were not a few seconds left for Francis to think, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then he hurriedly shouted: "Meet the enemy, meet the enemy"

The mercenaries, who had already been frightened, came back to their senses, turned their eyes to the front, drew their weapons at their waists, and hurriedly began to charge head-on at the group of cavalry rushing over...

And the outcome of such a battle was already doomed from the very beginning.

A mercenary who has been accustomed to foot combat for a long time will never be able to become a qualified cavalryman immediately after riding a horse. Not to mention the compatibility with the war horse, the combat skills on horseback alone are far from being mastered in a day or two. Francis himself is only good at horsemanship, but he definitely doesn't know anything about cavalry combat, let alone any "formation" and "charging skills" - none of the mercenaries are cavalry, so after they hastily put together a tattered formation, they can only rely on a ruthless force to charge...

Unfortunately, however, on the battlefield, "victory" is definitely not something that soldiers can achieve by relying on "ruthlessness".

When Sodrol took the lead in this group of mercenaries, the fierce power was really too much for the mercenaries to bear

The long sword "brushed" and slashed through the head of a mercenary with unparalleled force. Blood splattered out, and before the head could hit the ground, a sword from Luger's hand had already slashed through the chest of the second mercenary, slashing the man straight to the ground...

Then the sound of the collision of soldiers after the violent collision between the two sides almost resounded through the woods, and the screams spread in an instant, but they were quickly drowned out in the sound of horses' hooves.

From another point of view, this battle seems to be "evenly matched", with 2 people on one side and 24 people on the other, but when they really collide together, the huge gap is instantly highlighted - just a charge, and the twenty-nine scouts didn't even have a single one of them, so they directly "pushed" the past, leaving no chance for this group of mercenaries

The contact between the two sides lasted only a dozen seconds, and when they separated by the inertia of the horse's impact, the number of scouts did not change, but the mercenary team was completely "crushed", leaving only a large number of horses without knights, and only seven people still sitting in the saddle

Blood dripped from his sword, and Sodlore glanced left and right, the scouts led by Carter and Ruger had adjusted their formation in five or six seconds, and some people were injured, but the combat strength remained - he raised his palm, made a command gesture for the second round of charge, and the whole team immediately began to turn around between the narrow jungle roads.

In the process, none of the soldiers made a sound, and all of them carried out their orders with their swords in hand.

And this scene sent chills down the spine of the surviving mercenaries: in the era of "communication is basically based on roaring", if a team can reach the level where it can be so tacit and powerful without verbal communication, it is really "a hundred battles of elite soldiers" is not enough to describe its fierceness.

Seeing this scene, the mercenaries who were killed and stunned had completely lost even the courage to continue fighting, and because Francis disappeared directly without a trace, they lost their backbone, so they simply threw away their weapons and chose to surrender.

At the same time, Sally, who was witnessing all this from a distance, was completely shocked and opened her mouth, and she couldn't even speak.

Is this the same group of scouts who helped the villagers of Finks move in the first place?

Sally's memory was never bad, she remembered the Captain Sodrore who was at the front, Carter who liked to talk loudly, and the rest of the faces were remembered, so she was sure she wasn't wrong.

But... When did the scouts in the border villages become so strong?

Sally even suspected that her memories were confused, could it be that she had escaped from Finks Village a few years ago?

How is it that after only a few months of not seeing each other, this group of scouts has become a group of killing machines with a fierce aura all over their bodies?

Anyone can see that these soldiers are definitely not simply "powerful", and the looks, movements, and fearlessness of the charge indicate that they are tough veterans who have survived many wars...... Although many of these faces are still very young, the kind of ruthlessness and ferocity is definitely not something that can be "pretended".

All the doubts in her mind pointed to Roddy, and Sally stared at everything in front of her in a daze, until the mercenaries in the distance surrendered en masse, and then remembered to confirm Francis's fate.

Martin next to him was also frightened enough, but he understood Sally's mind better, and immediately took the initiative to rush to the battlefield to check, and then went to look at the prisoners guarded by the scout team, but returned a message that made Sally frown - "Francis escaped"

"One team, follow me to pursue, and the rest will clean up the battlefield"

Sodrore gave the order in the distance—as soon as the words fell, eight men rushed over on horseback and stood by, moving in unison.

The group did not set off immediately after gathering because they needed to confirm the direction of the pursuit, but in the eyes of a tracking expert like Sodrore, the traces of Francis's hasty escape were all too obvious.

"There's a horseshoe print here, someone in their team has turned into the forest from here, a team, ready-"

"Captain Sodlore" Sally, who came on horseback, interrupted him, she actually had a lot of questions to ask, but thinking that all of this was Roddy's plan, she didn't choose to meddle in the next arrangement, but just said bluntly: "The guy who escaped is an elemental, and his strength is very strong..."

Such a reminder was actually obvious, Sodrol could naturally understand who he was talking about, but he didn't explain anything, just took a few steps, walked into the forest on the side of the road, pointed to the traces on the ground and whispered: "It's true that one of the mercenaries left the team, but obviously, the guy who followed behind chased after him."

"The back... Is it Roddy? ”

Sally's eyes widened - Roddy went after Francis?

Sodrore was noncommittal, just nodded, motioned for them to do the rest, and then turned on his horse and prepared to follow the trail. However, Sally had no intention of staying here - the thought of her brother's title as "Elemental" and the potions and scrolls he always carried with him made Sally feel at ease with Roddy.

Roddy's strength lies in sneak attacks, and he can really fight one-on-one with an advanced "elemental master"... Especially when the other party also carried a lot of magic props, the pressure he faced was far stronger than when facing orcs.

At this time, Sally's impression of Roddy's strength was still at the stage of killing orcs on the border, so she immediately shook the reins, regardless of whether her image in a religious robe was appropriate, and said bluntly: "I'll go with you." ”