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As night fell, a deep darkness covered the land, and the campfires were lit to the chirping of insects, and the dry branches crackled in the flames. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

According to the consensus of everyone on the mainland, this should be a moment for the mercenaries to enjoy, gather around the campfire, enjoy barbecue and wine, talk about every brave experience in the past, and adventures, and then burst into laughter, which is the most leisurely time for these men who lick blood at the tip of their knives.

But now there were only seven or eight of them lit up by the bonfire, and everyone was silently munching on the cooked dry food, and no one was in the mood to speak.

In the jungle, professional skill often speaks louder than speed and flexibility. As such, Kalai didn't like the jungle, and in fact, he didn't like campfires, and at least half of the insects that gathered around the flames were bloodsuckers, forcing the mercenaries to wrap themselves tightly in the sweltering heat.

Laika closed her eyes and hummed the joyful tune of the lyre in a low voice, as if she would return to the hotel, snuggled up to the plump breasts and ass of the waitresses.

When he came out with the captain, he thought it was a simple task, as he had done so many times before - sneaking into the city, having a few drinks in a tavern or somewhere, and with a little conversation skill, always getting some information out of the drunken hapless guys. If you really can't do it, just grab your tongue and pry his mouth open in three or two clicks.

In such a small place, is it necessary to mobilize the army to conquer the army? Even if there are more than 100 members of the Horned Eagle Mercenary Regiment, as long as they are well planned, it will be enough to take over more than enough, right? It is said that there are quite a few second-rate mercenary regiments, and they will often find a poor and remote place that is not very barren to snatch the right to garrison. Everyone is in peace and quiet.

After all, it's just a mob.

However, this wonderful illusion was ruined by the captain on the way, according to him, the place was only a small town with a population of less than 2,000, and there were no trade routes around. Therefore, strangers must never enter casually, otherwise it will arouse suspicion.

Well, no wonder when it came out, they laughed so weirdly.

I've obviously fallen for the old guys again.

If anything, there's anything worse than drudgery? It's that town, it's completely different from what I envisioned......

The fifteen-foot-high walls are taller than most small castles, and the battlements are complete with the heavy color of bluestone. Covering a hill entirely, although there is no moat, with such a wall, let alone a hundred people, even if it is an ordinary one or two thousand, it may not be able to do anything.

Then, another heavy piece of news weighed on everyone's hearts - the lord of Burgundy, a mage.

A mage.

Laika couldn't help but shrink her neck. The mage of this kind of storage zài. It's quite a heat off, and it's always inexplicably cool behind it.

Maybe it's because he used to deal with a mage?

Well, in fact, the so-called 'dealing' in mercenary groups sometimes refers to attacking and killing each other.

It was a terrible experience. A few memories made him shake his left hand, the touch of the large burned skin on his arm. Laika was still in a state of reluctance, and the flames that had dispersed had taken away his three companions. However, it also turned him into a 'slippery' - the name of a cautious old mercenary in the industry.

Laika never had the heart to brag about her fight with the mage - that guy was nothing more than a scoundrel with the title of apprentice. And I heard that on the battlefield between the north and the empire, the destructive power exerted by high-level mages can destroy an entire army even with a single hand.

And this time, you may see the power of a real high-level mage.

The terrible thought swept over her mind, and Laika couldn't help but tremble.

"Damn the wind......," he scolded in a low voice.

Although it was a summer night, the wind still felt a little cold, which made people feel numb and uncomfortable. Mosquitoes buzzed by the fire, and beyond the glow of the orange-red bonfire, a large forest looked dark under the dark night sky. As the night breeze blew, the tops of every tree shook and rustled. It sounded like an inexplicable beast lurking in the ground, marking to all the mercenaries that this was its territory......

The shadows on the ground swayed in the faint starlight, giving the illusion that the shadows were like living creatures, and these shadows and ghosts roamed slowly and quietly through the forest.

Touching his nose, Laika carefully flicked the sword on his belt upwards to make it fit more in his hand, and then he watched carefully from tree to tree, albeit quietly. But he vaguely felt that something was wrong—the whispering of the night owls in the woods had stopped at some point, and the surroundings were quiet, and the night was completely shrouded in this eerie silence.

Quiet does not always mean a qiē normal. When the storm comes, the tranquility is even more unusual.

This nasty thought made him stand up and want to stay away from the fire.

Suddenly, the wind was sharpening.

The wind blows the grass and breaks.

It was as if something had cut through the void, and the invisible sharp teeth were opened and bitten at Laika, and where it passed, the width of the palm of the hand was cut off as if it had been cut by scissors, and flew in the night wind mixed with a thin and sharp howl, and several of them seemed to hit something, and were pushed and rolled suddenly!

Then, right in front of Laika, the human form snapped like a crunchy wheat stalk, slipped off, and with a thud, a large puddle of something spilled onto the ground.

Bloody ......

"Woo......!"

When the end of his nose came into contact with that fishy smell, the hairs on the young mercenary's body stood up. The scar on his hand was tense and stinging as if it was about to crack open again, causing him to roll backwards instinctively, and the wolf fell to the ground hard, and his screams were stifled into a half-whimper—the impact directly from his ass gave him the illusion that as soon as he opened his mouth, some internal organs would squirt out of his mouth!

He knew it was nothing more than a stone sitting on his butt just now.

But immediately there was a clanging sound in his ears, two almost connected bowstrings, and a figure beside him seemed to be Long Keqi. He rolled into the grass with a muffled grunt, the terrible sound of ripping open veins and gurgling cleared Laika. He's probably hopeless.

In the blink of an eye, the two living companions were gone.

But now he had no time to care about the others, so he could only ask for more blessings—he jerked up and burrowed into a clump of mountain elms, and he didn't even bother to draw his sharpened sword.

However the slight sound of rubbing the branches. Mixed in the screams or muffled grunts, it became clearer and clearer, and the mercenary cursed in his heart, knowing that the other party had caught up...... In desperation, he kicked under his feet. With an elm tree, he rushed to the fire not far away, and with an indomitable momentum, he crossed through the flames!

The scattered flames sent the tracker a step back, and the young mercenary finally found a chance to adjust himself, he flipped up, holding back his breath as he drew his longsword in the pain that almost erupted from the lobes of his lungs.

The firelight lit up the guy's face......

Workin is on top......

Laika could barely believe her eyes. But he swore he saw a black face—a dark red color from the firefire's rays as it outlined its outlines. But that weird color of swar, shiny still doesn't look like a human being.

But he was just a man, or rather, a creature in human form.

Dressed in a gray and black robe, he stood beside the flames, staring at the young mercenary silently, his eyes as red as if they reflected the firelight. Without blinking, the dark scimitar in his hand was glinting. The short body is slightly embarrassed, but it makes people feel terrible killing intent.

"Drow......" Laika's body trembled. Spit out that word, and it felt like a handful of sand was stuffed in my throat...... The word was ripped out in the depths of memory, but the memories associated with it also instantly swallowed up the courage that was left.

Did you step on a poop today, or did you get retribution for paying that prostitute a fake silver coin a few days ago?

Why was it so unlucky, and why did you come across these black disasters that were no different from demons?

Dark elves, evil monsters, sinister and despicable assassins.

These humanoid creatures from the dark underworld have terrifying reputations, and every mercenary that Laika knows of who has the misfortune to encounter them and survive is equally terrifying at the mention of their names, and it is said that these terrible creatures live for the sake of killing, and that a single dark elf can slaughter a squad of heavily armed mercenaries.

What's more, what appeared in front of him was not just a dark elf. Shadows flickered in the woods, and ......

Thinking like this, the mercenary's movements did not stop in the slightest, and the long sword in his hand violently stirred up the fire and threw it at the other party......!

But what he wanted to do, he soon couldn't remember - just as he jumped, a poisonous snake volleyed into the air and bit him on the shoulder!

He took two steps back, noticing that the terrible thing was not a living thing, but a murder weapon, and behind the snake-like head was jet-black shiny leather, which reached a dozen feet away, and the sleeves of a pitch-black figure in a robe were attached.

The mercenary opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but soon all that was left in front of him was darkness, a blue light......

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Teal gradually dispersed across the canopy, driving away the darkness and bringing a dawn anew.

The camp is slowly starting to get busy.

Although the order had been given to be as quiet as possible, it was impossible to remain silent when a few thousand people gathered.

The noise quickly led to discontent...... "Be quiet, you bastards, don't you know me, are we Commander Motu sleeping!" a young knight emerged from his tent and yelled at a few busy peasant soldiers!

The rebuke elicited a few responses, but it was not serious—the knight's age was no more than seventeen, and he did not have any badge on his chest, indicating that he was nothing more than a boy-in-waiting.

"My lord, aren't the cultists we are going to deal with this time very powerful? I heard that there are thousands of cultists. After a few words, a peasant soldier suddenly raised his head and whispered to the knight's waiter: "Can we do it with just one of us?"

"Recruit Imp...... Scared?" Glancing at the farmer's still somewhat childish face, the knight squire let out a disdainful sneer, though he himself was just as young, not more than three years older than the other.

"Hmm. I heard that cultists are terrible......"

"Although they are said to be cultists, in fact, except for a few leaders, they are just a group of mobs. If you don't even have a weapon, what can you do?" After a pause, the knight squire arrogantly explained, "You just need to remember that you can keep up with the lord's ranks. But it's not bad, tomorrow we may not have a chance to contribute at all, just to watch the excitement from the sidelines, well, you should have your axe ready. Maybe we'll have to cut down trees, build some ladders or something, but, huh, but you know what we're bringing with us......, right?

The young knight's second half of his speech was sent back to his belly with a muffled sound, and he staggered, and was about to get angry, but he noticed that the figure standing behind him was somewhat familiar.

"You...... Yes...... Captain. ”

"Don't belittle yourself lightly. The soldiers who are afraid on the battlefield are the first to die. ”

The knight, who was called the regimental commander, snorted. He lectured his close attendants: "It is even more taboo to make hasty speculations about the opponent! The lion on the grassland, even if you eat a rabbit, you have to do your best, for the enemy, you had better fight with the spirit of twelve points!"

Motu is tall and thin, but he is not a coercive figure. He has a beard with a strong local style, and his roots are dark and thick, and he looks quite heavy. But the muscles on the body are not well developed and open. A piece of armor with a bit of retro vibe wiped spotlessly, but if it weren't for the chain mail lining exposed under those armors. He also looked like a normal cavalryman, or mercenary.

However, more than thirty years of service to the Blackhawk family was enough prestige for him to lead an army of dukes, even if the lord himself led the army...... No, it should be said that it is completely impossible to command the same as him, this army was single-handedly handled by him from establishment to training, in fact, it is simply his.

"Why haven't the mercenaries sent any information back yet?" the commander asked, looking away and feeling a little absent-minded.

"Yes, that, Captain, there's no news yet from the scouts they sent out. ”

The waiter's answer made Motu shake his head.

As a knight, he has never been fond of mercenaries.

Although the mercenaries have always boasted of being experts in war, this group of guys can't have the kind of orders and prohibitions that real soldiers have - in fact, they see war as a business, and they just do as much as they want.

As a result, the wiser lords usually recruit soldiers from among the natives to form their own private armies, and then absorb a handful of mercenaries from the mercenaries, and no one intends to use a group of mercenaries to make up for a temporary lack of strength, even if most of the mercenaries are extremely personal and experienced.

No matter how good they are, mixed qualifications and undedicated attitudes are not what a lord needs.

However, in fact, it is just each other, in the eyes of the mercenaries, the nobles are also ordinary goods, no matter how big or small, they have begun to learn how to plan others since they were born, so they are also full of suspicion of other people and do not trust anyone.

Motu snorted, then turned his gaze to the back of the camp.

There were some dark, shadows above the tent that were moving slightly, and there was a faint sound of muffled thunder in the undulation of the felt cloth.

But if you can stagger the tabernacle a little, you can see that the source of the sound is the great existence of the human image.

Several behemoths sat cross-legged on the ground, still twice as tall as the soldiers moving around them, and those bodies could be ten times as wide as a knight, and it took two knights to wrap around one arm. A heavy black metal armor sheathed over his massive frame, making him look like a small castle standing on the ground from afar.

However, the castle has great power. Indestructible body.

Giant.

A smile appeared on Motu's face.

These huge beings are undoubtedly a very powerful thing, their height of more than ten feet, and the strength that comes with it, the resistance to magic, is worthy of the knight's smile,

There is no doubt that as a soldier and a knight, Motu showed a strong interest in an epoch-making war...... Even a little impatient. Although this time is not destined to be a great battle, it is impossible to even expect it to be recorded anywhere.

I didn't expect to be given the opportunity to order these secret weapons before the Duke, even if it was just to attack a small castle like a fortress, but this excitement that belonged only to soldiers made the old knight feel as if he was getting younger—or as the poets said. A soldier's heart is destined to remain only on the battlefield.

The old knight was somewhat excited to finally be able to fight a real war, although he had previously made up his mind to leave the brutal battlefield before he would come to the territory of Young Master Siegel to become the commander of the cavalry. But it wasn't until this time that he realized that he was still a little nostalgic.

However, these things do move a little too slowly, and they don't follow orders very much—a nuisance disadvantage for some weapons, but the sheer power can still make them ignore it......

"I'll be there by noon. Looking up at the rising sun, he nodded: "Then, or by the afternoon, it's over." Although sneak attacks are rarely so lax in this kind of thing. But will those poor fellows be captured because they are unprepared?" (to be continued......

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