The Phantom Pony can't outpace the two Divine Horses of the Wind, but it's faster than a normal warhorse. The Horse of the Wind is a rare king of horses, but it is still limited by the laws of nature. The Phantom Pony is only a magical creation, and the only thing that can limit it is the caster's spell level. When the spell is pushed to its extreme, the Phantom Pony can soar freely like a bird, faster than the wind, and natural creatures cannot keep up with it with their limbs.

In the vast grasslands, speed can decide a lot of things. The two of them kept moving forward, and even if the orcs found them, they couldn't catch up, so they could only watch helplessly at their distant figures. With a slight acceleration, Siegel can cross the range of the bow and arrow, and even the best shooter will only have one chance to fire. They cursed, but looked at the four mounts with envy, wondering how to take them for themselves.

The closer they got to the Walled Mountains, the stronger the sense of foreboding in Siegel's heart, so they kept spurring their horses forward. When the spell can be maintained, they are on the Phantom Pony, but many times they also need the abilities of the King of Horses. Especially after reaching the northern part of the steppe, the terrain here begins to be undulating, with more low hills and sudden rift valleys, where many predators hide. With the smell of the air, the horse can detect and avoid these troubles in advance, and Siegel can also save energy and close his eyes on the horse's back.

No matter how you change your ride, you will have to rely on the Phantom Pony to move forward, after all, horses need to rest, and spells don't. Kerry cut off a pinch of the white horse's mane and put it on his body, then let the two horses move freely after they were rested. With the scent of the connection, they are still able to find their owners. At this time, the city wall mountain range has changed from a black shadow on the horizon to a majestic giant in front of him.

"A village at the foot of the mountain". That's where Siegel and Janet met Jeff. It has now been overrun by orcs and turned into a camp. The ravens warned from a distance that Siegel would not crash headlong into the barracks. The information from the air said that there were four hundred orc fighting troops here, and the road into and out of the mountain was tightly blocked under the banner of Wakaga, the skinner. The orcs were very careful, set up open and dark sentries around the camp, and sent four small teams to patrol constantly. There is also a special tent in the middle of the camp. The canvas is lacquered with the holy emblem of the one-eyed beast king god, and it is likely that it was intended for witch sacrifices.

"All I know is of a way to the Castle of Blood, and the orcs blocked it with barricades. Siegel connected to the pet with his soul and observed the surrounding terrain from the air. "If there were 200 people, we might be able to force our way through, but now we can only take a detour. ”

"Didn't you say this is the only way, how to get around?" Kerry was puzzled.

Instead of answering this question directly, Siegel asked, "How much weight can you carry?"

After a few hours, the two of them chose the steepest, least impossible to climb, and therefore undefended. The Phantom Pony is dissolved here. Everything fell on the shoulders of two people. Siegel cast a spider-walking spell, and everyone's hands and feet were covered in a brownish-black mist. When this layer of material comes into contact with any flat surface. It will produce a strong pull force with the user's mind. So the two of them were like spiders, climbing and advancing on the vertical cliff.

The orc patrols had also reached the place where the two had climbed, but none of them looked up. "You just need to prevent people from going down the mountain, and then grab all the teams trying to transport supplies up the mountain, and the mission is complete. "Such an order makes the defenders here quite bored, they have always wondered why the Black Blood Castle has not sent troops to fight for a long time, is it that their food reserves are so abundant, there is no need to keep the passage down the mountain. Fortunately, the orcs didn't know that the prince of the Star Kingdom was in the Black Blood Castle, otherwise they would have gathered a large number of troops and killed the prince desperately. The Beastmaster God would surely have enjoyed this sacrifice, and those orcs who died valiantly for it could also enter his temple after death and revel and slaughter forever.

The people of the Temple of Dawn carefully guarded this secret, and every day a special priest prayed to the protector to shroud the castle with the magic of defense and detection. This is a contest with the witch festival, and it must not be defeated, but it also does not attract the attention of the other party in pursuit of a momentary victory.

Under heavy protection, Prince Aaron was confined to the deepest, most fortified rooms of the castle, protected by four paladins and a priest at all times. As soon as you enter an open area, you need to open a large umbrella overhead. According to Cooper Griffin, the high-ranking priest who led the escort this time, the orcs were aided by evil vultures in the sky, and the witch priests used spells to detect the situation through the vultures' eyes. Therefore, in addition to ordinary infantry, priests, six-legged lizards, etc., try to minimize the number of times they appear in the open field so as not to attract attention.

"It's like a rat hiding in a hole in the ground. "Evan Kinkui is very unhappy with the current situation. He slammed his training sword at the straw target. The target wears orc-style leather armor, an iron-shelled hat that looks like a melon skin, and a ridiculous face painted with white paint. But under the swing of the blunt wood sword, it was split into two pieces with a "bang". Then the tin helmet clanged and rolled on the ground until a black leather boot trampled it.

"If you continue to chop like this, there won't be enough straw in the castle. It was Sir Bill who spoke, and he still had the habit of coming to the training ground every day. In particular, archery is very useful when guarding the castle, so he practices it diligently every day. The other one who works just as hard as him is Evan, even though his swordsmanship is already very high, he still does not relax his daily basic practice. Sir Bill thought of Siegel from Evan, the same talent, the same effort. He would love to take in another apprentice, but he knew very well that even if Evan was an illegitimate child and would not have the title and power of the royal family, it was still not something that his little baron could touch.

"Your Excellency, are you here to save these poor scarecrows?" said Evan with a smile. "I remember a valiant knight should speak with a sword, why don't we do ten rounds?"

"Okay, gladly. Sir Bill set aside his matching sword. From the shelf, he took out an iron-clad heavy sword. Try the weight and feel before using it in both hands. Stand in a horn position and face Evan in a T-shape.

"I'm still using the longsword, against your mongrel sword. Evan shifted his weight to his feet, swaying from side to side, and then thrust violently. The two swords collided slightly, and only the sound of friction made sounds. This is a false move, if you block with force, you will be taken away from the center of gravity, and the fatal blow will follow.

The two quickly became a group. It looked like the situation was evenly matched, but Bill knew he was pushing his limits. The vibration from his hand made him realize that Evan still had the strength to spare, whether it was strength, speed, or reflexes, he could finish himself at any time. There is no chance of winning at all by simply using swordsmanship, but there is not only one kind of martial art in the world. Sir Bill shouted, "Be careful, I'm going to use a trick!"

Jazz's so-called tricks are the usual tricks used by mercenaries, using the surrounding environment and the enemy's psychology to the extreme. As long as you can gain an advantage, no matter what means are right. For a time, chickens and dogs jumped on the training ground. In addition to two training blunt swords, straw, chairs, barrels, fires, horse manure and even soldiers watching the battle. All of them have become weapons of war. The two swords rarely intersected, but the scene was much more intense than before.

This was the way of the market, and it was what Sir Bill was trying to teach Evan. This young swordsman is too attached to the long sword, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. Siegel, on the other hand, is different from Evan in that he uses whatever he has. But since he was ambushed in the snow, no one knows the fate of Siegel.

The momentary distraction was grasped by Evan as the sword wrapped around Jazz's neck like a serpent. "I surrender. Sir raised his hand: "You have won, what kind of ransom do you want as my captive?"

"Come with me, it's boring when there are too many people here. Evan noticed the crowd of spectators, including some mercenaries who had been bribed to mutiny. He didn't like these guys who were paying for their lives, and it was these people who made Siegel fall off a cliff. If he was to his word, the heads of these men should have been cut off, clothed with spears, and hung on the walls.

Pity.

The two men casually threw away the practice sword because the part of the wood under the iron sheet had been shattered. Experienced soldiers can spot the problem, but recruits in training may not. I don't know which unlucky guy would have smashed the sword in his hand while chopping straw targets, but the expression on his face at that time must be worth seeing.

But even the thought of such a thing doesn't make the two of them feel better. Standing on the highest wall of the Black Blood Castle, looking at the railing, they could vaguely see the orc team marching on the mountain road. A few months ago, the direction of the team was from north to south, but now it is reversed. This time, the orcs showed unexpected shrewdness, decisively abandoning the already surrounded Ironfoot warlords and began to retreat with a large amount of loot.

"The castle's trebuchets could have attacked those orcs, but now they're all parked there like decorations. Evan kicked a snowball and watched as it crashed into the walls and shattered. "It's like a prison, even more boring than a prison. ”

"Speak carefully, Evan. Sir Bill patted him on the shoulder: "Everything will never go as planned, and the war with the orcs will not be the only one, there will always be a chance for revenge." Count Todd also wants to protect your brother from leaking the news, so he didn't move. This resolution was also endorsed by the majority of the people. ”

"Not including mine. Evan pursed his lips, but there was a helpless look in his eyes: "It's a pity that I don't have the right to speak, otherwise I will definitely oppose this decision." What's the difference between a trebuchet that can't be fired and firewood, and a knight who can't attack is the difference between a farmer?"

"You have a point. But when needed, firewood could not throw stones, and peasants would not fight on horseback. Sir Bill reminded him, "Even, be patient. His Royal Highness the Prince's body has not yet recovered, and it is indeed not appropriate to start a battle at this time. Do you want him to drag his sick body and risk his life to stand on the city wall, or do you want him to lie on a hospital bed and be laughed at? Count Todd chose not to fight, sacrificing his reputation to cover for the prince. We should help him with the burden, shouldn't we?"

"He's your allegiance to the lord, so naturally you can speak for him. Evan blurted out, and then felt that his attitude was wrong, so he made up stiffly: "But what you said for him makes sense, I will listen to it." ”

That's the difference between Evan and Siegel, Sir Bill thought. Aside from his surprisingly stubbornness in the matter of the Demon Descendants, Siegel is the most obedient of the boys. Pity......

Just then, there was a creaking sound from the stone steps of the city wall, and the bishop, the priest, Cooper, walked up. This is a practitioner who is very strict with himself, always with a serious but gentle expression. He is always meticulous, tidying up his body, and arranging everything in an orderly manner. But this time, there was an unexpected layer of melancholy on his cold face, and the first thing he said shocked the two of them: "There is an evil thing in the castle, it is probably a devil." (To be continued......)