Tuga was using his special tools in a small room in the castle of Chandane, renovating a new batch of arrows, only to see him first pick up the two ends of the arrows and weigh them separately, then use his fingers to hold the arrows and stroke them from beginning to end, then find out the center of gravity, and then leave a notch on the shaft of the arrow that only he understands, and occasionally use a tool to polish it with a tool when he encounters a large error, and finally classify and put it away. Recently, whenever he has time, Tuga has corrected these arrows for backup.

As for the reason, Tuga is cultivating the new technique of blue wolf divine archery 'Eye to Arrow', which has high requirements for the consistency of arrows, otherwise the target near this eye can be seen to the arrow, and the next glance may be far away at the target, and the subtle difference in the arrow may lead to crooked shooting. This is not the case with the usual aiming shot, because Tuga only needs to make minor adjustments when aiming to correct the accuracy well. And 'Eye to Arrow' is a shooting technique that pursues extreme speed and reflexes, and every step of its toes is born for speed, so adjusting this kind of action that will greatly reduce the rate of fire cannot exist.

Originally, Tuga also planned to rely on his own arrow sense to overcome this error in the arrow, but unfortunately, even a slight delay in the perception would reduce the rate of fire. In desperation, in order to ensure the accuracy of the arrow-to-eye shooting, Tuga had to transform the arrow himself. Fortunately, the craftsman of Chanda is very powerful, and the arrows dedicated to Tujia can actually be added with the word "excellent", which naturally greatly reduces his correction time.

Although he knew that there was a map of the dungeon in the hands of a certain lost knight, and the dungeon contained the best arrows in all of Calradia, any elven arrows, and blue feather arrows. It's a pity that he doesn't have time to deal with those undead now, and there are a lot of things to do every day, especially after the population increases, the pressure to maintain law and order is increasing, and the time to make arrows is not enough. You see, it's only been a while since another guard came running for him, but this time it wasn't an ordinary problem, and Tuga was deep in thought with the special document left behind by the Nord King Ragnar......

Although the Count of Arassis had some internal powers, it was undoubtedly impossible for a man accustomed to the life of a nobleman who was accustomed to pampering himself and collecting taxes to devote himself to the governance of his domain. You don't see that the British lord Yarogerk, who led the Vicians over the snowy mountains, conquered large territories in Calradia, and resisted the fiercest attacks of the Nords, was nothing more than an old man who loved to hunt. As for the sheriff, he has been dealt with by Sain for the first time, I heard that he was kicked out of Chanda and rolled back to his hometown, and Tuga doesn't care about the specific outcome, anyway, this kind of person who can only pat on the back, oppress civilians and have no ability to die will only be applauded and welcomed.

The town had been overcrowded a few months earlier, and Tuga had made a feat by personally leading people to open up the village and then stationing the Free Knights in the village. Subsequently, more than a dozen large areas were planned around Chanda, and these talents were placed to solve the problem. The Count of Arassis was pleased with this, for he saw that the tax was about to increase dramatically. After a few more months, the regular cavalry of the Free Knights finally recovered to 5,000 men, although the combat effectiveness was still slightly lower than before, but in general, it was no longer inferior to the Royal Knights of Swadia on the same scale. But the problem also came, and the current Chanda alone could no longer support more troops.

And now a solution to the problem lies in the documents in Tuga's hands. If it was Ye, he would probably be able to see the following: Main Quest: Recover Nord, you received the deathbed ...... of King Ragnar

Tuga now has 5,000 freelancers, 3,000 warriors, 8,000 heavy shield spearmen, more than 20,000 crossbowmen, and nearly 50,000 auxiliaries. If it weren't for the harvest in the villages under the city, it is estimated that this number would have been halved. The situation in the vicinity Tuga has long been scouted, the dark forces are at war with all the countries of Caladia except Svadia, the troops are scattered, it is rare that all sides maintain the offensive, and the captured castles will not leave too many soldiers to garrison, except for the large towns with heavy garrisons, there are only a few thousand people stationed in other places, and some small lords' small castles are even directly looted and destroyed. Except for the Converts who became the Cultists of the Darkness, most of the rest of the people became slaves in charge of transportation, cannon fodder for sieges, and even used as food, although in fact the people may have long been accustomed to 'wearing many hats'.

Tuga searched the map carefully, he needed a strategic point as an entry point, and then the ultimate goal was to capture large towns and get enough revenue to support the army to continue fighting. And the first choice of the town is naturally Wocheze, this place Tuga is very familiar, and has a good relationship with the locals, if the mayor of Wocheze and others are not replaced, he can even get the advantage of guilty. Of course, this can only be imagined, after all, Nord has been falling for some time, and with the temperament of the dark forces, they will kill those people when they enter the city. Even if you meet a smart person, for the sake of stability and prosperity, at most let these people stay in the position for a period of time. Tuga is not the stupid kind of person who pins his hopes on the enemy.

It is also unrealistic to attack the town directly, it is surrounded by enemies, such as exposure during the march, a large number of enemy men and horses are fully defending, I don't know how many people will have to die to take it, and the last thing Tuga wants to see now is sacrifice. So a transit springboard is a must, and attacking from that direction and taking that fortress as a springboard requires some thought.

Tuga's first choice was Elbuk Castle, which was notoriously easy to defend and difficult to attack because it was an outpost of Nord during the war of the Riwache Conference. Tuga was very fond of the topography and structure of this castle, which was too suitable for long-range troops to defend the city. He struggled for a long time, but finally decided to take Al Buck Castle.

He is still a mercenary on Vekia, so when he led a slightly larger team to pass through Zhivadine, he did not encounter any obstacles, especially since Tuga was fighting against the dark forces. Of course, Tuga could not take everyone out to attack the city, he only brought with him 2,000 heroic fighters, 3,000 heavy shield spearmen, and 10,000 crossbowmen (crossbowmen were not only crossbowmen, but also archers). After turning to the Žiwa, Tuga began to make his way towards his goal, Elbuk, and just after crossing Fort Bruga, which was at the forefront of Vecchia, he was confronted by a group of dark troops cruising the Nord border...... To Tuga's surprise, this dark team actually turned around and ran, with no intention of fighting at all. "The whole army is charged!" Tuga seemed to see something, and directly ordered the charge, and the fastest rush was naturally several leaders with mounts, and the masked woman's horse was the fastest, she took the lead, followed closely by Rolf, Mewar, Langdeton and others.

"Shoot the rider on the other side!" Tuga ordered again, he was not idle, under the prompting of the guidance of the firmament, he had already seen the leader on the opposite side, and then the guy was shot in the head with an arrow, and the dark team, which had little morale, collapsed directly, and a large number of deserters fled to Elbuk Castle.

"Fighters keep the pressure on the enemy, try to drive away, don't kill, and take care to maintain their physical strength. The heavy shieldmen held back, and the crossbowmen followed in the footsteps of the fighters. Chasing down a group of fleeing infantry was naturally not difficult for Tuga, but after a little thought, he gave a new battle order.

Although the heroes did not understand why they didn't kill them all, they still strictly followed Tuga's instructions, and soon the battlefield became weird, as long as they could run, they would not be killed, and those who didn't want to run would be killed even if they disarmed and surrendered. These routs fled more vigorously, throwing away all their equipment and baggage, and fleeing for their lives.

The rout revealed that the potential of people is really endless, these guys who are not even a regular army, and later actually left Tuga's team behind for a distance, Tuga's crossbowmen can't catch up at all, as long as the heroic fighters can bite the tail of the rout. Some of the defeated soldiers with excellent physical fitness have long since disappeared.

Among the soldiers who ran away was a soldier named Coffee, who was born in a humble village near Elbuck Castle, and his random name showed that his parents didn't care about him, and they didn't even remember the day Coffee was born. Why don't they remember? Because before the coffee, they had already made eight boys——, what did the birth of the ninth son mean to a family that was almost numb? You are right, nothing, they don't even remember that they have another son.

But a few years ago, Coffee's parents finally realized his existence, as Coffee's eight older brothers all died in the war with Vekia, one after another...... His brothers, summoned by the lord, put down their farming tools, walked out of the house, and never returned. The Vecchians are like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, devouring all of Coffee's eight brothers, leaving no bones behind......

One day last April, the ghostly lord came to the door of Café's house again and told Coffee's father that he had to sacrifice another son in order to fight the dark and sacred war. For the first time, Coffee saw his old father so angry that he took the longbow from the wall that had been dusty for so many years, and did not hesitate to shoot the damned bastard with an arrow, but it was the lucky day of the nobles, and the old bowstring broke before the arrow could be fired.

The earth-colored lord didn't actually order the soldiers to arrest people, he stared at Father Coffee's hateful bloodshot eyes and trembling white beard for a moment, and left in a daze. But his wishes were not disappointed, and Coffee hid from his parents and caught up with the conscripts. Coffee wants to go to war, he vows to kill eight Wikibians, he vows to cut them into slices, just like his dead brothers......

Eventually, Coffee's wish was frustrated, his lord became a captive of the dark forces, then surrendered, and then he became a member of the dark army after being tortured, he had been numb and fighting with his new leader, he had never seen his powerful new leader so scared, and he remembered that the leader was frantically calling him and other soldiers to surround him and protect him before he died. He had never seen such terrible eyes, those eyes that shone like stars were deeply engraved in his mind like a spell, and the only thing he knew was that when those eyes looked at them, he and the others were all capable of moving, and then his strong leader's head burst open, and the red and white things that spilled splashed his face......

Those eyes seemed to have been behind him, Coffee ran away frantically, he ran in the wrong direction at first, and saw many companions being chopped by a group of strong men wearing gorgeous armor with yellow and red patterns like cutting tofu, these people were all the subordinates of the demon king, Coffee quickly turned around, and then tripped over with a bang, he grabbed something and rolled a few times, coughed violently a few times, Coffee got up and continued to run, and suddenly he found that he was actually holding a thigh, and quickly threw it away, and there was a burst of ridicule around him, and those guys in gorgeous armor had actually surrounded himCoffee feet were soft, as if he had just fallen and injured his leg, he sat down on the ground, looked at those strong men in horror, and frantically retreated with his hands, at this time he heard the demon king on horseback say something, and then those hideous strong men took a few steps back to form a formation, Coffee seized this rare opportunity, and ran away frantically.

Coffee ran as he dismantled the leather armor on his body, and finally he threw away the water bag on his waist, and now he had only one thought, which was to run, run, run, run back to Elbuck Castle. Coffee never found that he could run so fast, he crossed one companion after another, and the sound of fighting behind him gradually became inaudible, but Coffee did not make any stops, he still ran wildly, ran, ran, he didn't know when his shoes fell off, the miserable life gave him a solid soles of his feet, and those calluses protected him to run firmly towards the familiar castle......

Closer, he had seen the banner on the castle of Elbuk, he had seen the solid city wall again, but his body had already reached its limit, he was panting like an ox, and he was struggling to move forward with trembling legs, why? Why is it that so long has passed, the castle is still so far away, the coffee will fall at any time, the strong wall in his firm eyes, it seems to become shaky, the coffee bends over, hangs his hands, and moves left and right in the direction of the castle, suddenly, there is a sound of horses' hooves behind him, he pants and slowly turns back, he sees that it is his companion, a thin guy who is usually laughed at by him, but this guy now goes to ride a horse and rushes towards the castle. Coffee tried for him to take him, but he couldn't lift his arms, and even if he could, none of his panicked companions would stop.

The horse swept by like a gust of wind, Coffee's body flew up like a feather, the castle spun twice in his eyes, and then everything was calm. Coffee's body was knocked off by the horse lying quietly on the ground, blood slowly flowing under him, his eyes spilling blood were unwillingly open, perhaps in his heart he was fantasizing that he had become a knight, running towards the castle, the strong city walls......