People in this chapter: (Vitor Gonder), (Adeline Giles), (Sertius), (Hatheron), (Louis Douglas), (Maleg Bazd Bruce).

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Chapter 050: (Journey Again)

Adeline was incredulous, the person standing in front of her was none other than the freelancer who had been locked up in the camp a few hours earlier. Even though she needed to be calm on the battlefield, she blurted out, "How did you escape?"

Sertius withdrew his hand and smiled, "I'll tell you when the battle is over." ”

In other words, there is no need to say more. The spear had already pierced, and it grazed Sercius's helmet with an extremely piercing sound. Sertius turned sideways, the long knife in his hand slightly squared, the blade pressed against the hilt of the spear and pressed the spear to the ground.

Adeline struggled with all her strength, but the spear remained still.

Sercius's face smiled again: "My dear lady, you are no match for a man in strength. ”

This sentence obviously irritated Adeline, and she stepped on Sercius hard and pulled back her spear: "I'll leave you speechless." ”

The freelancer took a step back in pain, then dragged his long knife and swept it towards the sword, followed by three slashes, forcing the girl to retreat again and again.

The head of the long knife was heavy, and every time it slashed into the ground, it was a deep one, and if it was slashed by such a weapon, even if it was protected by the armor of the whole body, it would inevitably bleed and cut off limbs, right?

Adeline decided that his movements would not be very flexible, and immediately changed her strategy, and the spear quickly stabbed at the opponent's vital points.

The freelancers seemed to anticipate this, and simply held the hilt of the sword, and the spearhead was bound to be blocked by the blade. However, the spear stabbed him in the forehead, although it was blocked by the helmet. But Sercius's habitual reclining, his helmet was picked off by a spear.

Adeline shook the helmet from the tip of her spear like a trophy, and threw it to the ground.

Sercius already had a blood streak on his forehead. A head of red hair was blown up by the wind. He smiled bitterly, and suddenly thrust the long knife in his hand into the ground, and pressed one hand to the handle of the knife at his waist.

Adeline didn't care, and the spear stabbed him in the throat, which he didn't have to protect.

Sercius lowered his body, crouched down and said "poof!", and the knife was already unsheathed and swept towards the girl's feet.

Adeline took advantage of the momentum and rolled from his back to behind him. The spear also stabbed out of the way. There was another piercing sound of metal grinding, and half of the spearhead of the iron-handled spear was gone, and it was literally turned into an iron rod.

The head of the stick stopped abruptly on the knight's chest, and the blade of the freelancer's broadsword was not worn.

Although the girl was very surprised by what a terrifying weapon this was, she was obviously unwilling and quickly pulled her hand back. After taking a few steps back, he hurled his unusable spear at Sercius, the remaining blade grazing his neck before falling behind Sercius.

The free-lancer's neck was hot and bloody, and the expression on his face twisted slightly. But he still held the knife in both hands, and struck a pose that Adeline had never seen before.

The girl didn't say a word, took out her heavy hand and half sword from her waist and held it in her left hand, and picked up a hand from the ground that had no owner, held it in her right hand, and stared at each other deadly.

The two men were at a standoff for a moment, and Adeline rushed forward with a sword swing. The swords in his left and right hands struck at his neck in pincers.

The freelancer immediately straightened his sword and stopped the two deadly blades in front of him. Then he pushed forward firmly.

The girl was stunned and pushed back two steps, fell to the ground hard, the huge helmet on her head flew out, and the hood of the chain armor was lifted. As she scrambled to her feet, the sword in her left hand slashed at the freelancer's head.

Sercius took a step forward with his right foot, and the moment he took out his left foot, the knife in his hand swung a left cut to the side, and when he stepped out of his right foot again, it was another robe slash.

The girl didn't have time to react, knowing that she would be cut in the next second, so she closed her eyes tightly. However, the blade landed on her shoulder, not even a strand of hair was cut off.

This merciful act angered Adeline, who immediately felt that she had been fooled, and pushed the knife on her shoulder with the sword in her right hand, jumped backwards and shouted, "Why don't you kill me?"

Sercius's knife pointed to the ground and did not answer.

Adeline's eyes widened, Serseus's silence turned into an invisible humiliation, Adeline couldn't care about anything, she was now just thinking about killing the hateful guy in front of her.

The twin swords were raised again, and the girl began to retreat cautiously. The freelancers were still pointing their knives at the ground, as if waiting for the girl to attack.

The girl deftly circled to his left and screamed at him.

Sercius calmly held the knife in both hands and slowly moved forward. The moment he stepped out of his left foot, he suddenly turned around and swung his knife, and slashed with a reverse robe. Lunging down the girl's right shoulder, Adeline was ready to jump back. Unexpectedly, the freelancer took a half step back. The blade stabbed at her abdomen, and the girl immediately withdrew her swords to resist.

The blade of the broadsword suddenly flipped over again, sweeping towards the blade. Directly in front of the girl's throat. It was so fast that she didn't even have time to react.

The situation and the battle in the city suddenly reversed the result, but the girl obviously didn't want to surrender like the knight before. She struck the blade against her throat again, and jumped back a few steps again.

However, Sercius, who had already conceded three times in a row, didn't want to give it a chance anymore, and the freelancer suddenly followed up without saying a word, raising his knife and slashing at the top of her head.

The girl hurriedly crossed her twin swords to defend, there was a spark of friction, and the three swords bit and gnawed together, and then pushed each other away.

The two turned and retreated at the same time, and then entangled and fought together. After a few rounds, the girl was out of breath and her arms were no longer strong.

Seeing this, Sercius stopped his offensive and put his knife into the sheath: "Go back, I don't want to fight you again." Then he turned and walked away.

Adeline stood still, as if insulted, and she threw away the sword in her right hand and suddenly rushed at the back of the freelancer with a desperate roar.

Sercius turned suddenly, the knife on his waist unsheathed like lightning, a piercing metal thud, and the entire space froze.

The sword in the girl's left hand was only half wreckage, and the blade of the broken sword slashed through Sercius's cheek. The knife in the free knight's hand did not cut the girl's body, but after cutting off the blade, suddenly a backhand hit the girl in the back of the head with the hilt.

Adeline's consciousness sank into nothingness in a white flash of light before her eyes.

Two hours later, it was already noon, and the fighting spirit of the Nord besieging troops had been exhausted after several charges.

Having returned to the barracks, Gondejar's face turned very ugly after listening to the current casualty report, and when he received the news that the freelancers had escaped, he kicked a table in frustration.

Gondeyar was silent for a long time while twisting his beard, and finally gave the order to retreat.

The retreat of the Nords encouraged the entire defenders of Fort Repolet, who stood on the walls and cheered loudly. Gesture of insult to the retreating Nords.

Trembling with rage, Gondejar drew his sword and swung it frantically, slashing down a waist-thick oak tree on the side of the road. Then he threw the broken sword on the side of the road, tore off the scabbard and spat it up, and scolded loudly: "This damn cursed place, I will fight back!"

The Svadia soldiers surrounded the commander of the battle, Maleg, and lifted him high around the city. Citizens or soldiers. They all cheered at him.

The freelancers stood in front of the city gate tiredly, looking at the noisy crowd in front of them with a wry smile. Suddenly, he returned to calm from the blood-soaked battlefield, making him feel as if his body had been drained and his head was a little dizzy.

He first leaned over and lifted Adeline to the base of the wall, then took out his pipe and lit it, and slowly sat down against the wall. After about half a cigarette, he slowly stood up. After watching the sparks in the bowl gradually extinguish, he poured out the soot and carefully put it into the bag.

Hatheron finally found Sercius, so he hurried over: "Master, we have won. ”

Sercius smiled, touched the wound on his neck and said, "I know the way, I know the ......way," and then pointed to Adeline, who was still lying unconscious at his feet, "Find a doctor, whether it is ourselves or the enemy, we need to clean the wound." ”

The results of the evening count encouraged everyone, and they lost less than two hundred men in the disproportionate battle—though almost all of them were wounded.

The Nords, on the other hand, came and went: they came with nearly a thousand of them, and the corpses left behind by the last were more than 500 people, and the captives were more than 50. All of them were temporarily locked up in the dungeons of Fort Repole, where there were only two ways to go, or to be sold into slavery, or to wait for their lord to redeem him.

Sercius, with two layers of gauze wrapped around his forehead and neck, lay in the tavern with his eyes closed. Their guide is also on the list of those who have died in battle, but his savior, Louie, offers to lead them as well.

Meanwhile, the blonde girl with the parchment wants to go with them, and she's going to Deherim. When asked about her name, the girl's expression flashed a little gloomy: "I don't know what my name is, I was raised by the pirates, and they call me Karinla." ”

Hatheron was very affectionate to this young girl who could sing the legends of the North Sea, so he encouraged Sercius to agree.

The night went on, and Malegg didn't return to the tavern from outside until the early hours of the morning, with a satisfied face. In the morning, when the five of them had dressed up and were ready to leave, Sertius said that they would go to a place first. Let Hatheron follow him and go.

Hatheron watched in confusion as Serseus walked to the prison, following him with a full stomach full of questions. The freelancer approached the prison and walked around before coming to the guard: "Give me the key." ”

The guard looked at him suspiciously, and asked arrogantly, "What are you going to do?"

Sertius took a large purse from Hatheron and said, "There are three hundred dinars in it, and you know that I have been made lord of Tosdell by His Majesty Haraus, and you should call me sir." I suppose I hope to buy all the captives here with this money, for I know that there is a shortage of serfs in my village, and I don't think any slaver will pay such a high price for them. Then he slammed the bag on the table, "If you don't think it's enough, I can stop making this deal, but you should also watch your head!"

The guard was stunned for a moment, and respectfully put down the key on his waist: "Sir, we will do whatever you say, and we will give you as many people as you want." ”

Sercius nodded with satisfaction: "Hatheron, follow them and tie up all the captives inside in a string and take them away!"

It didn't take long for the Nord captives to be brought out together. Sercius tore open the purse and took thirty gold coins from it: "You have done a good job, but my servant has also helped you, and I need to take his due wages." ”

The guards returned the bag of money in fear, and said that they did not dare to ask for it. The freelancer simply took the money bag and hung it on his waist: "Then I'm welcome." Sercius then leaned against the wall and smoked his pipe.

The captives slowly followed Hatheron out of the cell with their heads down, and a voice suddenly sounded in the captive pile: "Sertius Thor, you didn't kill me but let me live and be humiliated, you vile and shameless villain!"

She struggled fiercely, Hatheron raised her fist to teach the girl a lesson, but was stopped by Serseus: "Hatheron, you have to be polite to the lady." No matter what she said. Then he walked up to Adeline and shrugged, "My dear lady, you shouldn't be so angry. Because you're about to start a new life, a life that has nothing to do with swords. Then he suddenly walked quickly into the girl's ear and whispered, "Don't make a noise, I'm saving you." ”

Adeline looked at the freelancer in front of her suspiciously, wondering if she should believe him. But he still kept his mouth shut and quietly followed the person in front of him out of the prison.

Hatheron tied the rope around the neck of the first man to Sercius's horse, and dragged the long procession slowly through the streets of Fort Repolet.

The other people standing outside the city looked inexplicably at the freelancers who seemed to have a string of grasshoppers in tow, and after thinking for a long time, the mercenary Melgrad spoke: "I said boss, what are you doing here?"

Sercius, who had already left Fort Repalet, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go first, I'll explain to you on the way." ”

Soon they reached the woods outside Fort Repolet, and the freelancer took off his helmet and held it in his hand and said, "I have long heard that the Count of Berlands is cruel, and if these captives stay in the city, they will die sooner or later, and I will not pay a penny for their lives." Then he turned to Hatheron and said, "Go, untie the ropes, and give each of you 10 dinars for them to go." ”

Hatheron immediately understood, and drew a dagger from his waist to cut their ropes. Then he took three money bags from the bag behind the saddle of Sercius and began to distribute money.

Louis and Karinla were puzzled: "What are you doing here, aren't you afraid that these people will come back later?"

The freelancer shook his head: "My dear sir and lady, you know, these people have come to the maelstrom of war in Calradia with illusions about war, let them go, they will have a chance to return to their homeland, if they are left in the hands of human traffickers, it will be too miserable." ”

Nord's soldiers took the money suspiciously, and some of them held it in their hands and looked at it for a long time to see if it was true. Many people took the money and ran away.

After about half an hour, the captives were all gone. Only Adeline stood there, staring at the freelancer in the eye, "Aren't you afraid that I will snatch your knife and kill you?"

Sercius smiled, "My lady, come ahead, I don't mind." ”

The atmosphere froze in embarrassment, and the girl finally threw the money bag on the ground angrily: "You kill me, I can't go back, and when I return to my master, I will be treated as a deserter, not only will I die, but my family will also be disgraced." ”

Sercius shook his head, turned over and dismounted, carefully picked up the money bag from the ground, brushed off the dirt on it and stuffed it into the girl's hand: "Then don't go back, take the money and go." Forget that you were once a warrior, you are a girl after all, and the battlefield is not for you. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden voice in the woods, and all five of them drew their weapons alertly, only to find that several of the captives had come back one after another to indicate that they were not leaving, and to follow Sercius.

The freelancers looked at these people, nodded their heads and agreed. Then he rolled over and looked at Adeline as she froze in place. "Your future is in your hands, and I can't interfere. Then he kicked the horse in the belly and prepared to leave.

Then the girl suddenly understood something, and shouted at him, and the freelancer reined in the reins of the horse so hard that the black-armored steed kicked high.

Adeline rushed to him and threw the bag of money back into Sercius's hand, "Take your money, I'm not rare. I'm sure I might be mistaken about you, so let time tell. ”

Sercius was silent for a while, but still dismounted and handed the money bag back to the girl's hand: "Then you should take the money, this is the salary you deserve." ”

This time, the girl did not raise any objections, and the group set off again, disappearing into the depths of the woods.

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