The place where the oil was stored was not too far from the dungeon, and Ron learned from Bjorn that the fortress was called Fort Ustoke, which was in the rear of Sturgia, and there was no threat of war, so the defense was rather scattered.

On the way to the oil depot, it was confirmed that what Bjorn said was not in the slightest, and there were very few soldiers on patrol, most of them hiding in the houses to bake the fire, and occasionally one or two officers could be seen as Sturgians taking the lead in gambling.

Although the Imperial Legion was not what it used to be due to the collapse of the Calradia Empire, the fighting power and the will to fight still remained, and the legionnaires were resilient warriors and most of the time strictly adhered to military regulations. But the funny thing is that as members of such a legion, Ron and his comrades were unexpectedly defeated by this group of undisciplined Stirgians.

"Don't let me find you!" Gritting his teeth, Ron swore that he would chop up the escaped officers and feed them to the fish.

"Sir, sir! We're here! In front of it is the oil depot. ”

Bjorn whispered, a cry in his throat, the not-so-long journey had drained almost all his strength, he was afraid that the fierce Imperials behind him would treacherously give him an axe, and he was afraid that he would be discovered by the patrolling soldiers—the traditional stegians hated traitors, and Bjorn would definitely die worse than Ron as the leader of the party.

Looking in the direction Bjorn pointed, Ron could vaguely see the outline of the building. The reason why it is only an outline is because the torches for lighting are far away from the building, so this must be an oil depot, and you will only do this if you are worried about the fire source being too close to the oil depot and causing some accidents.

But instead of acting immediately, Ron put down the axe around Bjorn's neck and talked to him face-to-face.

"Next, as you might have guessed, I'm going to detonate the entire oil depot and your fortress, but I also know that if I do it myself, the success rate will be low, and I will probably die."

"But I'm not willing to die like this, do you understand?" Ron patted the young man's still trembling face, "So I'll pull someone on his back, and I'll shout your name and tell everyone you brought me here......"

I know the rules of your Stirgias, and if I am certain to die, so will you.

Without saying a word, Ron told Bjorn with his eyes.

Swallowing and taking several deep breaths, Bjorn finally responded with a sad face, "Sir, what else can I do for you?" ”

Ron looked at the soldier patrolling the depot and said in a cold tone, "Kill him." ”

"Kill... Kill him? Bjorn looked at his colleagues in the distance, and then at Ron in front of him, his mind a mess.

How dare he think that?!

"Yes, kill him, and quietly." Ron was like a devil who tempted mortals to fall into hell, "Kill him, I'll set fire to him, no one will know that you did it, but if you don't do it, I will not only let you die, but I want you to die a humiliating death as a traitor, and your family and friends will be ashamed of you!" ”

【Three-inch Tongue Effect Activated】

【Success!】 】

Hearing the system's prompt again, Ron smiled wordlessly, [Three-inch Tongue] is the first skill that [Rogue Habit] gains at 25 proficiency points, and the effect is to increase the success rate of negotiation by 20%.

It seems that his words are threatening and effective.

Björn nodded numbly, knowing to himself that he had to make a decision.

Taking the dagger Ron had handed him, Bjorn headed for the oil depot alone in the darkness of the night.

Although the system's prompts could not have been wrong, Ron was still staring at Bjorn's actions with a nervous expression, he did not doubt that the other party had been seduced by his coercion and temptation, but he doubted that this person could kill the guard silently.

The young Stegian approached the oil depot tremblingly, handing the jug to the guard who was too tired to stand guard, and the two of them talked and laughed and talked together.

Inadvertently, Bjorn suddenly pointed in a direction, saying that he seemed to hear something.

The guard beside him didn't wonder and turned his head to check the situation.

In this way, a dagger that should have been abandoned in the dungeon achieved the achievement of three kills tonight.

"Well done."

While Bjorn was hiding the body, Ron also arrived just in time, and Bjorn, who had just become a traitor from the Belt Party, looked terrified, more frightened than a child who heard strange movements at night.

After seeing Ron arrive, he hurriedly returned the dagger stained with the blood of his colleague to Ron, Ron took it with a smile, and then patted him on the shoulder, "Now it's none of your business here, go back to the prison and have a good rest, it's better to drink more." It's better to be drunk and derelict than to be considered a traitor, right? ”

By now, Ron had no doubt that Bjorn would play tricks, because in a sense, he had made himself Ron's own person, and as long as Ron had an accident, he would never be able to escape.

Seeing Bjorn's stumbling figure disappear into the night, Ron hurriedly opened the door of the oil depot and dumped the barrels full of oil all the way everywhere, and when he was done, he calmly dropped the torch towards the fuel.

Scorching, high temperatures, deadly tongues of fire burned all the way along the fuel, the wooden buildings were ignited in an instant, and the flames roared into the sky, and in the thick smoke and flames, someone shouted "fire".

The flames lashed at everything in the fortress with impunity, and everyone realized that all attempts to reduce their losses were futile, and all they could do was run, run far away, and return when the fire had been quelled by the power of nature, so that their lives could be saved.

Ron watched in the shadows, things were going more smoothly than expected, in his plan, the last part of the original escape plan included the capture of the city gates, but now the panicked Sturgians actually took the initiative to open the city gates to escape.

But the Stegians could never have imagined that the first to escape from the castle would not be any of them, but the captives who should have been left in the dungeon to die!

After perceiving that Ron's action ended perfectly, Carl rushed all the way to the stable with the ferocity of a humanoid beast, and there were not many people in charge of the stable, and some people chose to run away as soon as the fire broke out, so the operation to capture the stable was extremely smooth.

The extra horses scattered and fled, and many unlucky people died tragically under the hooves of the rampage, and all the chaos added up to create the best opportunity for the captives to escape.

"Keep up!"

As he passed the gates of the fortress, Karl noticed Ron hiding in the crowd, and despite the danger of breaking away from the large army, he resolutely approached Ron and let him climb on his horse.

"I owe you my life."

"No, it's all of us who owe you our lives!"

Carl was convinced, he used to think that his position was taken away by Ron with privilege and was extremely dissatisfied with him, but he didn't expect him to be able to burst out with such reliable ability at a critical moment.

The rest of the escape, even if Ron said that he wanted them to jump off the cliff, he believed that there was definitely a plan that Ron had planned in advance under the cliff.

But in fact, Ron, who was regarded by Carl as the backbone, finally felt a wave of fear until this time, from the moment they picked the lock, to now they have fled from the castle, every step during the period is dangerous and dangerous, as long as the slightest accident, such as Bjorn did not obey him or he failed to kill the guard, then he would definitely be dead.

Maybe this is the favor of fate?

Not long after riding, Ron and his fleeing army soon encountered "guests".

The Stegians, who reacted, sent out their pursuers, because the fortress was destroyed by arson, and at this moment they were all frantically chasing after the fleeing captives, dead or alive!

Controlling the war horse consumes not only the physical strength of the war horse, but also a high-consumption physical work for the people riding on it. Therefore, among the fleeing captives, there were constantly people who were unable to control their horses because of hunger and exhaustion, and the speed slowed down in an instant and they were bitten by the Stegian cavalry.

The attrition of the troops was rapid, and in the time that Ron turned back a few times, nearly ten men fell from their horses and were trampled into flesh by the hooves of the horses that followed.

"Looks like I've given them the daughter of their High King!" Ron looked back again, and more and more of his pursuers began to converge into a line, so that they could launch long-range attacks on the fleeing captives in front of them in a saturated state.

"No, you seem to have given the High King of the Stegians to you!" Carl shouted in response, handing Ron the shortbow he had found in the stable, "Do something!" ”

Do something?

Ron took the shortbow blankly, why did Carl think he could do something? He is a cavalryman and not a cavalry archer, even if he holds a short bow in his hand, it is just an ornament.

But what Ron didn't know was that after everything that had just happened, Carl decided in his heart that Ron was omnipotent, and he even hoped that Ron would be able to kill this group of pursuers with great might.

However, in the time that Ron hesitated, more than half of the fleeing army had already suffered casualties, and seeing that the people around him were constantly dying, and the rest were also in chaos, gradually some people began to deceive themselves into fleeing from the main direction of escape, trying to escape into the mountains and hide.

The situation is pressing, and I really have to do something.

Although this body doesn't have any memories of bending bows and arrows, but I have never eaten pork and seen pigs run, how to shoot arrows Ron still has points in his heart.

Hold the bow out with one hand, pinch the bowstring with the thirds of the fingers of the other hand, pinch the tail of the arrow with the index and middle fingers, and pull the bowstring slightly to the cheek.

Then, look at the face.

The moment he let go of his finger, Ron knew very well that the bow and arrow would not fly according to the trajectory he expected, it was purely unreasonable Brownian motion, and if someone was hit, it would be purely unlucky.

However, the next moment.

Bow proficiency increased to 25

The moment the system prompt appeared, Ron heard someone shouting from the pursuers behind him,

"The lord is down!"