Ready to take advantage of the fire to rob, Ed went straight to the back of the council chamber, at this time this temporary camp was empty, the main body of the old Bandi organization was composed of militiamen from several villages, plus some wanderers and a small number of mercenaries, the big war was coming, and there were no garrisons left at all.

"No wonder those three guys are going to rob and then escape, this place is completely unguarded!" Ed pushed open the door of a storage room, in fact, he was already disappointed, this lax defense certainly gave those who have a heart an opportunity to take advantage of, but it also means that there must be no good things left.

It may be that the sudden war has disrupted many people's plans, and the storeroom has not yet been looted, and there are many weapons scattered on the shelves, most of which are useless except for some rusted and damaged.

Ed didn't know that although the Roland Kingdom he was in was invaded by Ingier across the sea, there was no shortage of war supplies and ordinary soldiers, but what was lacking was knight-level combat power, on the battlefield, a team of 100 people led by a knight could often defeat enemies several times their own, in addition to the knight's own strong combat power, the morale factor generated by the call of the strong is also very important.

Ed glanced at it, slightly disappointed in his heart, "Sure enough, there are no treasure chests or anything!" He remembered that the previous engraving had preliminarily identified the sword in the old knight's hand without his own touch, so he tried to concentrate on looking at it one by one.

"Basically intact one-handed mace, normal grade, with no additional attributes. ”

"Basically intact throwing axe, normal level, with no additional attributes. ”

Unsurprisingly, most of them are ordinary goods. Ed quickly gave up on the idea of looking for a needle in a haystack, which was not only energy-consuming, but also time-consuming to stare at each piece for two or three seconds.

Ed chose a common dagger to tuck into his trouser leg, but he didn't like the longsword with the most on the shelf, a weapon widely used by ordinary soldiers, with a light and thin blade for stabbing but fragile when used for slashing.

Ed couldn't help but miss the broadsword at the waist of the old knight Bandy. "The old guy with rare treasures is estimated to be even more rich than he imagined, maybe he was indeed a character when he was young!"

The thought in his mind is very beautiful, but the reality is very cruel, there is no broadsword on the weapon shelf, Ed is not dead, and looks at the pile of weapons in the corner, the dense cobwebs prove that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

"How can you do it without trying, usually treasures are covered in ashes in such inconspicuous places, waiting for their true masters!" Ed casually picked up a short spear from the side, ready to sweep away the cobwebs that got in the way, and then he froze.

"Discover a rare-level treasure, the Rose Spear, with attribute hits. Curse: Reduces luck. On the body of the gun, it was written in Runiwen: "Destroy the demon and destroy it?"

After the initial shock, Ed looked at the treasure in his hand that was ready to be used to drive away the spider webs, this one was very strange, the length was almost the same as his own height, and it was much shorter than a regular spear, and he chose this one with his own hand.

The head and body of the spear are made of the same unknown metal, which is cool in the hand and casually handled, not as heavy as imagined, but more stable than a wooden spear. There is a dark pattern in the middle of the barrel, and the clever press and rotation of the guò can shorten the length and make it easy to carry.

If you look carefully at the identification given by the engraving, it is actually a rarity level, the same level as the treasure in the hands of the old knight, but there is only one attached attribute, but it should be very practical to hit this attribute. As for the latter one, "Engraving, what's going on with this curse, can you find a way to get rid of it?"

"The treasures of this world are divided into: ordinary level, which only possess the abilities brought by the material itself. Rare, which has additional attributes due to unknown reasons, will produce additional help in the user's application, but as a balance, it is often accompanied by a curse that cannot be eliminated, and can be alleviated by looking for a treasure to restrain the curse or reducing the number of uses. The rest of the level items are waiting to be discovered by the host. ”

Ed thought about it, or decided to bring this cursed gun, after all, it is a rare treasure, it's a big deal to use it as little as possible, the spearman or something is cannon fodder at a glance, so he won't use it as a profession, if only he could get the old knight's sword, but I don't know what kind of curse is attached to it.

As for the pile in the corner, Ed took a moment to prove that the story he heard was really not credible, and that all that was thrown in the corner was rust or damaged garbage.

With that, armed with the spear of the rose and the dagger, Ed quietly left the camp. The battle was in full swing in the village, and the sound of fighting was soaring, but if you listened carefully, you would find that the sound was mainly invective, but there was rarely the sound of weapons fighting.

I don't know what the situation is now, although Ed is curious, he also knows that saving his life is the most important thing now, so he chose the woods to the east of the village and went in.

This grove is located on the side of the battlefield, and although there are many trails, it is difficult for war horses to gallop in it, so even if the large army is defeated, it will not choose this direction, at most scattered deserters.

Ed ran in the woods for a while, but still couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, went around in a circle, chose a tall tree, climbed up in twos and threes, looked at the battlefield from afar, and with the flickering firelight, he could see the people and horses on both sides.

The number of people on Ingier's side is not as large as reported by the scouts in the mountains before, there are definitely not five hundred people, I don't know if it is the elite part that rushed to raid after the scouts were discovered.

Looking from Ed's position, many of the soldiers at the back of the line were resting on the barrels of their guns, and even worse, some were still secretly nibbling on uneaten dry food. It seems that the overnight raid was discovered in advance, and the team has not yet recovered to its best.

Looking at his own side, although the number of people is smaller, he is better than the other party in terms of body. In the middle of the two formations.

The old knight Bandy was riding on a black horse and was shouting to the leader on the opposite side, and although he was too far away to hear the words of the two, Ed was sure that the old man must be using words to provoke the other party.

Although the old knight often acted as he pleased, and plagued his people, his ability to do so on the battlefield was as feared as his reputation, and the territory of the five villages had never had standing soldiers, nor was it like some towns that could afford to hire mercenaries, and the old knight alone had never heard of the robbers of the mountains coming to plunder him, and these scoundrels dared to bully the passing travelers or merchants no matter how hungry they were.

Like the three mountain people who were killed by Ed before, after escaping here, they still wanted to secretly return to their old business, and they were taught a lesson by Ed before, and they didn't dare to make a big fuss.

At this time, the leaders of the two teams were not just scolding, they were also observing each other to judge each other's strength while exchanging words.

The leader of the enemy is also a guy with knightly strength, which is not unexpected by old Bandy, and he claims to be a fearless knight who has been famous for many years, and it is not a title that he talks nonsense for the sake of showing off.

But the death of three sons in a row made him disheartened, and he returned to his fiefdom with an injury, and the enemy knight in front of him was a rare enemy in recent years. But now, the no longer crisp movements when getting on and off the horse and the cough held in the throat are all reminding me that the sun is setting!

The enemy knight is also using his psionic energy to detect the strength level of the old knight opposite, although the intelligence indicates that there is no regular knight of Roland stationed in this area, and the only obstacle is the current old guy who is old and decrepit, but looking at his momentum, he is definitely not an opponent to be despised, and even from the opponent's unsheathed sword and idle posture, this guy's gaze under the helmet must be contemptuous of himself!

"Don't be foolish, old fellow, and run for your life with the old horse under your crotch, or you will be crushed to-day under the iron hooves of the Second Knights of Ingill!" exclaimed Knight Ingier.

"What the hell the Second Knights, it's just a toy made by your bullshit minister! In the north, if it weren't for your fearless knight's kind rescue, your Royal Knights would have been scattered by the alien race a long time ago, and you would probably still be playing with mud under your mother's crotch!"

There was a burst of laughter from the troops on the defending side, and the Knight of Ingier wanted to provoke the battle-hardened old Bandy, which was undoubtedly self-inflicted.

The Royal Knights have been deeply involved in the Northern War for nearly ten years, but they have always been the pride of every Ingill in the country, and the newly established members of the Second Knights regard it as the most revered idol.

The fearless knight Bandy smiled contemptuously, the young man was still too tender on the battlefield, the two knights were a hundred steps apart, for a well-trained war horse, it was only a few breaths to gallop at a speed, but in the face of the enemy, the old Bandy was more than calm, his legs lightly clamped the war horse that had accompanied him for many years, and the old horse with tacit understanding also began to accelerate and adjust the direction to ensure that his master could have a calm blow when the two horses converged.

Old Bandy pulled out his sword with both hands, adjusted his breath with the ups and downs of the war horse, and mobilized the spiritual energy of the whole body, although the high-level spiritual energy that had been cultivated to the peak could not withstand the destruction of the years and declined, but once the master urged again, an extremely strong energy burst out in an instant, and a pure white flame wrapped one person and one horse, strengthening the strength of the pair from all directions. The familiar feeling made the war horse excited, and with a long neigh, the speed soared again, and it knew that its master was about to drink the blood of the enemy again as he had been on the battlefield many years ago.