After three days of marching, Acrylic led his troops to Yorktown.

Blue sky and white clouds, clear sky and blue sky.

The early summer sun is warm but not hot. As far as the eye can see, there is an endless amount of verdant greenery.

Acrylic was dressed in light armor, his horse was mounted with a spear, and his scarlet cloak swayed gently with the rhythm of the horse's hooves. He felt like a green forest in the distance, and his future was thriving in the new greenery. His appointment as commander of the troops made him somewhat complacent, and the hints in the words of Commander Mittler made him even more excited.

Victory is absolutely fine, the key is to win beautifully, so that His Excellency the Grand Duke will be impressed by me.

Thinking about it, a hint of narrowness appeared on his face.

By the way, when the time comes, we will only encircle and trap the princess alive in the territory, and wait for her to surrender on her own initiative......! When he came to his senses, Acrylic raised his hand and ordered one of his subordinates to come and give him the order: "Go! Forward the letter from the Grand Duke to the Baron of Nottingham, and tell him to prepare food for us." ”

When the sound of the messenger's horse's hooves faded away, he turned back and shouted, "The whole army is stationed outside the town!

Tilting his head, Acrylic glanced at the poorly equipped mercenaries in disgust. Thinking that Mittler was too careful, he even deliberately spent thirty silver coins a day per person to hire this pile of useless rice buckets.

It's a pity that the money is spent on these old oilers. If it were me, I would be willing to give that money to my knights.

Suddenly, a vicious thought came to mind.

I remember Mistress Mittler saying that half of the mission remuneration was settled after the war......

Acrylic, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a sinister smile swept out of the corner of his mouth. He called a few temporary captains of the mercenary team: "The work of setting up tents and guarding is left to you, give me a little serious!"

When the captains saw Acrylic's domineering appearance, they were all full of resentment. However, they did not dare to show any anger on their faces. They nodded again and again: "That's our duty, please rest assured." ”

Dusk was approaching, and the mercenaries had finished setting up their tents. The messenger who had gone to inform the baron, accompanied by the butler, returned to the makeshift camp outside the town with a cart full of food.

After a few polite conversations with the butler, Acrylic instructed his subordinates to begin distributing food.

The bonfire gradually lit up, and the soldiers gathered around the fire to talk and laugh according to their own organization.

Looking at the mercenaries who were enjoying themselves, Acrylic's thick eyebrows drooped, and after thinking about it, he called the adjutant: "Clal, you go and tell those old oilmen to be quiet for me, and tell them to send more people to guard at night." ”

The adjutant nodded again and again, and walked quickly towards the mercenary pile.

Soon, at the secret instruction of Acrylic, the adjutant began to point fingers in a domineering manner, scolding several temporary captains. Filled with resentment, these captains resigned, whispering to their subordinates to hurry up and control themselves.

There were a few dissatisfied mutters from the crowd, but for the sake of money, these mercenaries didn't make much of a move, and soon became quiet.

Acrylic looked over there coldly, and couldn't help but shrug his shoulders after seeing that the mercenary wasn't making much noise.

At this time, Adjutant Claire hurriedly walked back: "I said Acrylic, why Lagree hasn't come back yet?"

Acrylic suddenly glared at him coldly: "Claire, pay attention to your name! ”

Looking at his friend, Claire's face was also a little helpless: "Obey, Lord Acrylic." ”

Acrylic's face showed a hint of satisfaction: "Okay, Kral, don't worry too much, let's have a good fight." He looked up at the crimson moon under the silver moon: "At that time, we will definitely be able to get the respect of the Duke!"

"I see. Claire nodded repeatedly: "Then I'll check the police post again." ”

"Go ahead. Acrylic waved his hand and reminded him: "If those old oilers don't do a good job, you will give me a severe reprimand! ”

Hum.

He snorted coldly: "After spending so much money to hire them, you can't let them eat white rice." When he saw the lieutenant leave, he paced to the campfire and began to eat his food. His mind was filled with the longing of victory and the desire for power, and he unconsciously chuckled out loud as he thought about it.

Time is passing quietly.

The moontips of the red moon gradually became more red, looking so cold and unforgiving.

And acrylic is finally starting to get a little worried. He sat absentmindedly by the campfire, looking frequently in the direction of the village of Beckley, looking a little anxious.

And Claire, who had inspected the police post, also hurried to the acrylic side: "It's already so late......"

Gotta get it.

There was a hurried sound of horses' hooves, followed by the shouting of the sentry: "Don't be nervous, it's our people!"

Acrylic breathed a sigh of relief, and he quickly stood up and walked briskly towards the camp gate.

Law!

The horse neighed and stopped near the gate, and the knight on the horse also fell and dismounted at the same moment.

Syllable!

Hearing the sound of the knight falling to the ground, Acrylic couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly rushed there.

"I'm sorry, Acrylic ......" Larigue, who came back alone, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth: "We were ambushed...... It's just me ...... "Ahem, ahem."

Acrylic grabbed him by the shoulder: "What's the situation?" The look on Acrylic's face was anxious, he didn't expect that the reconnaissance team he sent would be wiped out.

Ahem, ahem, ahem. Larigue's chest shook violently, but all he coughed up was blood. The young knight's eyes shone with a desire to live, and he reluctantly stretched out his arms, trying to grab his companion. His lips opened and closed sharply, but only indistinct words came out.

Acrylic shook desperately a few times, and his expression became more and more anxious: "What happened?" At this moment, he didn't care about the death of his comrades-in-arms, but only thought about the information in his mouth.

"I, we ......"

After barely saying two syllables, the young knight bowed his arms helplessly. The longing for life in his eyes lost his color and became dim at the same moment.

Seeing the bowed heads of his comrades, Claire roared indignantly: "Larig!"

Several captains who came in a hurry couldn't help but look at each other when they looked at the knight's corpse. They obviously didn't expect that the elite from the Knights of the Wind would be eliminated by a small team so easily.

Seeing the silence around him, Acrylic realized that his morale was low, and he suddenly roared: "I must have met the fire wolf Blair!" He clenched his palms and looked indignant: "Yes!

A soldier asked his companion in a soft voice, "Is Blair the fire wolf the most powerful of the four wolves in the kingdom?"

However, the acrylic voice covered the man's answer: "It was my negligence that I actually forgot that the fire wolf Blair had been following the princess!" After a loud sound, he drew his standard long sword: "Tomorrow, we will launch a strong attack! Use the blood of the enemy to wash away the shame of today!"

The sound of the long sword unsheathed sounded, but in the troops of more than two hundred people, it seemed a little sparse.

Seeing that only his subordinates around him responded, he added: "Whoever kills Blair will be rewarded with three hundred gold coins!"

Oh!

This time, the mercenaries went berserk and yelled at him.

"Kill, even if the fire wolf does, there are far more of us!"

"That's it, they're only about thirty people!"

"No matter how powerful it is, as long as we go together, we will definitely be able to solve it!"

"All right!" yelled Acrylic, "Get back to me quickly, and attack early tomorrow morning!"

The crowd gradually dispersed, except for Adjutant Claire, who was blankly holding Larig's corpse, motionless.

The silver moon overhead, summoning dark clouds to cover itself, seems to be unbearable to look at it. Only the strange red moon, with its curved moontip, looked down coldly at the sad adjutant below.

In the camp five miles away, Princess Victoria was holding a wine glass and treating Ronald and the others: "I really didn't expect that team of knights to be solved by you so easily!" Her eyes were full of appreciation: "Good job!"

Ronald scratched his head and smiled innocently: "After dismounting, those knights' foot combat ability is not very good, so it is easier to win." ”

"No, no, no. Blair smiled: "Remember what I told you at the time? ”

The princess also nodded seriously: "That's right, the strength of the three of you is really strong. She glanced down at the saber at her waist, "I thought I was proud to have studied swordsmanship with Uncle Blair for a few years. But compared to you......"

"Oooh oh!" Bruno smiled and raised his glass, "As a princess, you are too yourself. He pressed his elbow against Ronald: "As for this kid......"

Halfway through his words, Bruno deliberately did not continue.

Knowing that he was there to whet people's appetites, Victoria continued curiously, "Oh, is there some special adventure?"

"I'll tell you. Bruno blinked and pointed to his temple: "This guy has amnesia." So, he can only think about how to improve his martial arts, otherwise he will be in a panic?"

"Hee-hee-hee. Anina covered her mouth and couldn't help but laugh.

And the corners of the princess's mouth couldn't help but raise a beautiful arc slightly: "If you say that, it's really funny." ”

Seeing the two beauties smiling, Bruno immediately gave them a gentlemanly salute: "It is my honor to make the two beautiful young ladies feel good." With that, he glanced at Ronald slyly.

Ronald shrugged his shoulders and was noncommittal.