Characters in this chapter: (Alleyne), (Victor), (Cress), (Momocha), (Roman), (Hank).

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Chapter 029: (Different)

A few thin white clouds, as if sunburned, moved slowly with the wind.

The clouds are changing like a magician, sometimes piling up like mountains, sometimes shrinking into delicate bonsai, sometimes painting the appearance of birds and animals, the changes are endless, and it is fascinating.

A vast plain, with the scent of weeds and mint in the breeze, and an endless, harvested, vivid brown-yellow field in the sun. The end of the field is directly connected to the horizon, and a clear, straight line is drawn at the border.

Aryne walked at the front of the group, the straight-edged military knife at his waist resting on the cart, his broadsword hanging in that position, the hilt dangling.

Victor fiddled with his weapon, he put away his Rhodoc equipment and replaced his saber at his waist, the snow-white blade neat and sharp. That's his signature weapon.

The triangular dagger, which was also the emblem, was inserted into the sheath on Victor's leg, and thirteen heavy throwing knives with curved handles were inserted into thirteen specially equipped leather sheaths, and the last was wrapped around his waist as a belt. Throwing knives, triangular daggers, and swords are Victor's three signature weapons.

Alleyne is not well-known in the mercenary world, but he has his own weapons, his knife being one of them, and the other being a spear with a prismatic tip and a sturdy shaft that can withstand the recoil of a dead horse without breaking.

The other is a heavy tomahawk. The axe is a more common weapon, and in battles in villages or narrow alleys, the battle axe structure is designed to resist the chopping weapon, the tip of the axe can be pierced, the blade of the axe can also be cut, and sometimes the role of the tomahawk is even greater than that of the broadsword.

Alleyne does not have a dagger, so he naturally suffers in close melee, but in real combat, the opportunities for close melee are pitiful.

Victor promised him that when he could kill enough twenty Swadian royal knights, he would give him his remaining triangular dagger. When it comes to the Svadia Royal Knights, there is always something in Victor's eyes that makes people a little intimidated.

The team all changed into their own weapons, ready to defend themselves against the pursuit behind them. Nimega was still a long way off, and once the pursuers of the Swadian knights were dispatched, they would easily be trampled under the hooves of their horses after walking a long distance.

However, a faint sound in the distance disappointed their expectations, and the knight's plate armor glowed in the distance, and Victor jumped out of the cart and jerked out his sword.

"Prepare for battle!!" the voice roared and roared, shaking everyone's hearts. As a mercenary, there is little blood boiling in battle, but the mercenary leader is different today.

Alleyne drew his spear and looked at the enemy who was rushing from afar, and he silently asked himself, "Who am I?"

"I'm a mercenary, my name is Ellenn, and I don't have a surname. Standing beside the mercenaries standing in a row with broadswords in hand, Alleyne cocked his spear diagonally, a brand new spear!

"Why are you stunned? Dig a little hole in the ground with a weapon! Kill all these brutes!" Victor roared, taking his hoe and digging out holes in the ground that were not too big and not shallow.

The knights were far away, and the mercenaries, each wielding his weapon, blew up a dense circle of small craters of various depths near their position.

The mercenaries slowly retreated, retreating from the vicinity of the pit, waiting with their long-pole weapons in hand. The crossbowmen pressed their bolts and took aim into the distance.

Victor's solemn expression made Alleyne realize that the enemy who could make the old man angry would be completely annihilated.

Alleyne looked at the knights who were beginning to look clearly, and he suddenly guessed why he was digging out those small pits, and those knights who rushed without scruples might face destruction.

The knights can see the heavy armor of the horse closely, the knight at the head of the charge with a fierce rein, the spear in his hand is flat, the horse with heavy armor can break through the formation of the spear without any scruples, and the flat spear will not hesitate to send the enemy to hell with the strength of the horse.

The knights approached the circle of small pits, and when they saw the bulging dirt bags, the broad, sturdy backs of the horses under their crotches collapsed. The knight on the horse flew out of the way, breaking his neck with his head on the ground.

The whole body of the war horse is covered with heavy armor, but the legs of the war horse cannot also be attached to a layer of scale armor.

When the horse's legs step into a small pit that is so dense that it cannot be avoided, the small pit will slam off the horse's legs, and in the gallop, the horse's sudden pounce will violently throw the knight out of the horse. This small pit is called a trap.

The squadron of knights, who were originally large enough to rush and even annihilate a large infantry force on the plain, fell to the ground in an instant, and few of the knights who fell to the ground were lucky enough to avoid the fate of breaking their necks, but the horses that kept falling and the knights who flew out mercilessly smashed on the bodies of the lucky ones, so that the lucky ones could not escape the tragic fate.

The knights at the back of the team reined in their horses suddenly, and even after losing most of their men and horses in the pit, the knight squadron still had a lot of combat power. The whizzing crossbows were there to meet these people.

At such a short distance, the bolt could effortlessly pierce the knight's armor with the tremendous force of the crossbow string, sending its owner into the arms of death.

Many knights fell off their horses in the strafing and the knight squadron never dreamed that this small team of mercenaries, a team fighting for money, would deal such a serious blow to themselves who were fighting for honor.

At this moment, the slaves of the money had already rushed over.

Victor's long sword instantly cut down a knight who had not yet dismounted, and many mercenaries armed with long-handled broadswords easily cut off the knight on horseback, and the knight with the protection of hard armor was not afraid of this blow, but the sharp poke from the back of the horse killed most people.

A handful of skilled knights reacted quickly, and one of the knights in front of Alleyne dodged his spear, a tumbling leap off his horse, a tumbling on the ground, the sword at his waist was already in his hand, followed by a slash, Ellene's spear was picked out a few meters away, and fell on a knight who was struggling with his neck clutched.

The knight's second sword slashed towards Aren's face, but was hampered in the middle of the way, his scimitar against the blade.

"Since you want to take my life, use all your skills!" Alleyn let out a low growl, scimitar propping open the knight's sword.

The knight took a step back and stabbed his sword again, and Alleyne drew a scimitar from the bottom right to the top left, and the back of the knife slammed the knight's sword towards the top of the sword, and at the same time, the blade of the scimitar was facing the knight's neck at the right angle.

The broadsword then slashed, and the knight fell to his knees, then fell and never got up again.

Victor's sword unleashed a whirlwind of death, and the knights who raised their swords became obstacles to being swept out of sight. Looking at the dagger set on his lap, Alleyne swung his broadsword and slashed down another knight who was attacking him, and this knight happened to be the twentieth of the agreement.

The few knights who were wounded and not dead struggled to escape, and the mercenaries had already loaded their crossbows in the fierce battle, and the crossbows flew after the fleeing backs, and the mercenaries had no armor in sight.

The big Hank's right arm was splattered red with blood, and the members of the Spear Mercenary Regiment fell fifteen more mercenaries, but compared to the fall of almost seventy knight squadrons, their record was quite brilliant.

Hastily packing up the knights' fine weapons and armor, the remaining thirty men rode on the horses that had not been broken legs, and there were only four left.

Victor unsaddled their saddles and chews, and watched the horses depart. When his gaze swept over the wounded knights and corpses on the ground, he was full of ferocity.

Alleyne picked up his spear and rode off when a thick voice suddenly came from behind him. "It's yours!" Alleyn didn't speak, and Victor pulled another triangular dagger from the cart and handed it to him.

"Ellene, in fact, we mercenaries don't have to fight for money, we fight for ourselves, for our own deep hatred that we can't let go of and needs to be resolved. Victor muttered and stepped onto his horse.

The mercenary team that changed from infantry to cavalry set off, and Ellen was the luckiest person in the entire team except for the leader, not because of the dagger, for the first time in his hazy mind, there was a clear voice that told him the meaning of fighting as a mercenary.

"I'm a mercenary, my name is Alleyne, I don't have a surname. As usual, he answered the question in his head. But he didn't know that as a mercenary, his mercenary path would be different because of this battle, and it would be different because of Victor.

The mercenaries never thought it was a good place to be on the battlefield, and it should be said that most of the mercenaries didn't like it, except for Kress.

Although Kress is a young and beautiful woman, she is not liked by the rest of the team like Resarit. In fact, due to rumors that she was an assassin, mercenaries usually deliberately avoided contact with her.

"She's from a village near Kurau, and she's no doubt a Virgian, and I bet she's still a virgin!" "But the little lady always smells of blood," said the thief, shaking his head regretfully.

Whenever the mercenaries were fighting on the battlefield, Kress would always jump, jumping from one wounded soldier to another. Not only would she slit their throats with a dagger, but she would also open their wallets.

"Hah! another souvenir!" would she cheer and show off the blood on her dagger to her companions if she found the dinar.

If there really is a demon in the world, Arenn is sure that it must be Cress. It's hard to imagine that she is about the same age as Jamila would be so bloodthirsty.

"Killing is only a means, and compassion is also a virtue that a person should have. Victor warned her by a campfire in the evening.

"Of course, my lordship, but you know that sometimes I can't control my dagger!" "The strong do what they can, and the humble do what they have to do. Like, exposing their throats!" The campfire reflected her cherry mouth, a bright red color. "My lord, only the weak will have mercy. Although sometimes I question your leadership. She licked her lips. "But hopefully you won't take your throat out. ”

"In fact, I'm more inclined to rip out their hearts than the boredom of just slitting their throats right now. Her expression was extremely calm and calm. "You know, since I've been here, I've converged a lot. ”

Alleyne believed that the other mercenaries would feel the same way he did, a chill that froze to the bone.

The cold will cling to your soul and slowly penetrate your whole body until the last trace of warmth is squeezed out of your body, which is a fear from the bottom of your heart.

Victor shook his head, stood up and walked away. The old man simply believed that she would be like himself, and that she would change through education, but he didn't know it.

There are only some people in this world who are willing to change themselves, and this part of the people will always be a minority

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