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The sound of the horn was dull and muffled, like a cry, but it stopped abruptly after only one breath.

An arrow screeched, piercing the horn of the takin impartially, bending forward the mouthpiece, and the terrible force made the polished smooth and thick horn explode in a low crack!

However, this is enough.

As the camp of the Tumenis Expeditionary Force, there are more than 10,000 soldiers and horses gathered on this hillside, although they all have their own understanding of the sound of the horn, but at this time, the screams have begun to erupt from the mouths of those unlucky people who have been shot by arrows - in this era of ruffians, the best thing these veterans are best at or not going into battle, but causing trouble is definitely their best skill, and their howls are so hard, as if they are pierced by their hearts, liver, spleen and lungs... ... One of the injuries was also shouted out to a very good effect.

As a result, more trumpets and shouts followed, orders and footsteps followed, and the whole camp was like being thrown into a boulder lake, and in just a few breaths, it was as messy as a battlefield!

"Raise your shield! Rush up to you fools, there are only two dozen of them!"

The frightened bald man shook off half of the horn in his hand and shouted, casually snatching the shield of one of his subordinates beside him: "Charge Lao Tzu! kill these bastards!" he shouted vaguely-although he was not hit by the arrow, the shattered horn plucked out two of his front teeth, the blood blurred half of his jaw, and the cry was also indistinct, quite ridiculous.

But no one was in the mood to laugh at his virtue, and all were busy raising their shields to protect their heads and chests, for a dozen men had already come out of the tent opposite, and they did not hesitate to shoot their bows and arrows, and the continuous arrows poured down on the visitors!

Every arrow pierces a person's body.

The additional power of those arrows was so great, and it was as precise as if it were attached to their knees, whether it was the log shield in their hands or the chain armor, they could not take care of it - cowhide boots and trousers did not provide any effective protection at all, and in just five or six breaths, half of the hundred or so visitors had already rolled to the ground with their legs covered!

So, the courage they had gathered to find trouble immediately slipped away with the gushing blood. Everyone began to throw down their weapons in confusion, looking for every shelter that could be covered, and dozens of people scrambled through the tents in unison, trying to escape on the other side, but this seemingly clever move became foolish when dozens of people acted together. The ropes were loosened, and the dozen or so tents in the vicinity were more than halfway pulled in a moment! So they had to crawl out from under the tents and continue to flee farther away.

So, when, after a few hourglass scales, the Pyrenees and his guards hurriedly separated the soldiers gathered on the periphery and entered the center of the chaos, they were greeted by such a scene- On the wreckage side of the tent, dozens of soldiers were supported by their accomplices, wolves hid behind some obstacles, and constantly shot and groaned like pigs, more than two hundred soldiers built a shield wall on the periphery, and farther away, more than two dozen soldiers stood quietly with their wonderful short bows in their hands. Within a few dozen yards in front of them, it became a forbidden area that no one dared to approach.

"What the hell is going on, what are you doing?"

The old general's gaze swept over the messy crowd, and his two gray eyebrows wrinkled even tighter. He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight before him, but then he became furious!"It was that bastard who blew the trumpet!" he shouted to one of the thousands of men who had arrived here first, "Which bastard dares to use weapons to fight in the camp? What are you waiting for if you don't arrest these fools and hang them?"

"That's, it'...... The subordinates did not know the details very well, only that it was Count Herman's subordinates who were attacked. When he met the old general's gaze, the thousand-man commander couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly straightened his back on his horse: "And it was Viscount Vincent's subordinates who did it, and they said that it was Count Herman's subordinates who tried to attack their camp. ”

"Who? Viscount Vincent? Which Viscount Vincent?"

By the way, which one else could it be? Dare to use a bow and arrow in a large camp, which is not something that can be done with a little arrogance and stupidity, except for the most troublesome fellow...... The old general's cheeks twitched, and he suddenly remembered who this camp belonged to.

"Okay, I got it. ”

With a sigh, he withdrew his gaze from the messy field. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, and now His Royal Highness the Prince was in the camp, if there was really a matter of destroying the camp by the Imperial spies, I am afraid that this responsibility would make him go home directly to gnaw barley, so after the old general heard the sound of the horn, he didn't even have time to mobilize his troops, so he rushed over with the guards regardless of it.

But even a false alarm is enough to irritate people.

What kind of thing is this? The camp has been so simply messed up! If the Imperial people take the opportunity to attack, no, even if they don't take the opportunity and just come and attack the camp out of nowhere, how much combat power can such plain soldiers wield? Those damned nobles, they are simply a cancer in the army! All they needed in the battle array was their troops, but these armies were now difficult to unite with each other because of the existence of these lords, and every pretentious fellow wanted to show their little bit of brains that were not as good as wild boars in the matter of marching and fighting, and the three days of marching and the silly things that were born in the camp were already making people's heads as big as fighting...... The old general gritted his teeth, glanced at the fellows who were rolling around and wailing all over the ground, and coldly ordered:

"Take away these troublesome fellows, and each of them will be whipped five times. ”

The indisputable affirmation in the indifferent order made almost everyone stunned.

According to reason, shouldn't we ask about the handling of this kind of matter and then take the people on both sides away? Your Excellency the General is going to ...... Favoring those guys?

"Ah, Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Your Excellency, We are just doing what we are told, Your Excellency, it is they, they are the ones who harbored the criminals, and the criminals are the culprits who led the fall of Hayman City......"

It was a matter of life and death, and the bald roar was long enough for the whole of Tumenis to hear, and he didn't care if the Count had ever asked him to keep it a secret: "And...... And, that, this, oh, Lord Count said that she was most likely a spy sent to us by the Empire! Plotting to spy on and sabotage our activities! But these guys dare to hinder us, they must all be spies of the Empire as well, please Your Excellency, you must avenge our dead brothers!"

In a hurry, his head suddenly became a lot more flexible, and he said this quickly and urgently. There are no flaws.

It's a pity that in exchange for a cold snort. The spear in the hand of a thousand-man commander beside the Pyrenees was handed forward, and the cold light flickering on the tip of the sharp spear made the creature swallow the second half of the howl back into his stomach with a clatter. "Shut up, bastard, what nonsense, which of your people is dead?" scolded.

"This ......" shook his head with choking breath, and his bald head glanced behind him tremblingly, and then finally noticed that none of the wailing fellows were indeed dead, but almost every one of them had an arrow on their knee.

"Yes, yes, it's villain nonsense, nonsense, but that traitor, Cindy Claudia, is lurking here, absolutely right!

"Who are you talking about?Cindy Claudia?" This time, even the Pyrenees' expression couldn't help but change.

"Yes, it is that woman who collaborated with the enemy and treason, colluded with the imperial people, and led the fall of Hayman City...... And also...... This, more detailed things, the villain does not know, the villain is just acting on orders!" The bald man lowered his head deeply, but his voice did not diminish in the slightest: "This, we are on order, on the orders of Lord Count Intek Teran Herman, to come here to arrest this important culprit." ”

The wrinkles between the old general's brows piled up into a fine line, and after a moment of hesitation, he slapped his horse forward. "Where has your Viscount gone?" he asked.

Of course, that little imp must not be here, otherwise, it would not be just the arrows but the thunder and flames that will be rewarded to these unlucky people.

"Your Excellency, General, our Viscount is not here now, but below is the captain of his bodyguard, Sal Meliane. I have been given full responsibility for the command of his guards during the Viscount's absence. The general's questions can be answered in detail below. ”

The man who spoke stood in the middle of the twenty or so archers, his body's one-piece chain mail and four-piece breastplate shining silver, all incursed with ivy ornaments, those slender patterns were extremely delicate and intricate, almost decorating this armor into a fine work of art. And when he took off his delicate helmet, the gold that glittered in the sun, and the pointed pinna that appeared in between, made everyone's eyes stagnate.

Genie?

The Pyrenees blinked, the last war and migration of the elves had ended when he was a child, and those legendary beautiful and proud creatures now hardly existed in the land to the west of the Great 6, leaving only countless beautiful or mysterious rumors, and at least half of those rumors were related to the magic of archery. And with 20 people against 100 enemies, but can only hurt and not kill every arrow, what is this not a magic shot?

However, after a pause in his gaze, the old general quickly corrected his judgment, it was not an elf, although the other party's ears were pointed, but they did not grow to the point of excessively, and the tall body outline also showed a kind of robustness closer to that of a human being, although it was still much more slender than an ordinary warrior.

In fact, even if it is really an elf, it is nothing, after all, a real mage has anything strange and strange, it is not worth being surprised.

"And according to this fellow, that Miss Cindy Claudia, the captain of the Northern Legion, is she in your camp?" The old general suppressed all the doubts in his heart, and decided to solve these annoying troubles as much as possible—as for the murder of His Excellency's subordinates...... These unlucky bastards who don't have long eyes actually found trouble with a master apprentice, and it was the body of a promising mage lord, and the other party's subordinates did not shoot through their throats in the first place, which was enough for their subordinates to show mercy.

"Your Excellency, there is no such person in our camp. ”

"Well, that's the end of it. Take away these fellows who disturbed the barracks, and each of them will be given ten lashes, and they will be executed immediately, as an example. The old general sighed, ready to quickly solve this nasty trouble in front of him.

"Huh? no......"

The short order made the hapless bald knight startled, and the howl suddenly rose more than an octave--this general was clearly going to favor those who dared to openly commit murder, and he was flogged ten times? Is this any different from murder? Not to mention that he put all the blame on his side just by making an understatement from the other party?

"It's not fair! General, you can't listen to his lies! He's talking nonsense! We're just asking our viscount to come out and talk to him at the order of the Earl, and they're just going to do it! And someone saw the woman enter their tent, and they were definitely murderers, murderers......"

"Shut up!" the old general growled in annoyance.

However, before he could urge his subordinates to carry out the order, a nasty voice had already interjected into the mess.

"My Lord, I am afraid that it is not appropriate for you to make such a hasty judgment about a bloody incident, and besides, my men only carry out orders, and even if there are some verbal conflicts, they do not use force, and those who openly commit murder should not bear the main responsibility?

"No use of force?"

The Pyrenees turned his head and glared at the delicately groomed middle-aged face, who was slowly walking in this direction with a dozen horsemen slowly through the soldiers.

"Count Herman, what are the virtues of your men, I think, you know better than I do, you say that they did not use force, and what are they doing in front of other people's camps in full armor?

If the reason why the old general tried to calm things down was indeed a little out of fear of the little mage, then more often than not, was his disgust with these random dictates to the army!

It's like this guy who just walked over......

Although nominally, the Pyrenees is the commander of the coalition army, but in terms of title, he is not higher than this guy who has obtained the family's shade, and even half a level lower, just one more military position, and the identity of the descendant of the king's majesty, and if an earl city lord insists on saying something, the Pyrenees really can't directly ignore this kind of 'building yì'. No matter how stupid it is.

Not to mention......

The old general's gaze passed over the pesky fellow, and he paused slightly on the two white robes behind him—two figures dressed as priests, who followed Count Herman, their hands glittering brightly and gently, as if by some kind of magic.

"Your Excellency, there is no truth at all in your statement, do you have any evidence to prove that my subordinates did it first?" the middle-aged man named Herman twisted the short beard of his chin, and his eyes flashed.

"And how do you prove that they don't?" snorted the old general.

"If I have proof that the traitor, Cindy Claudia, is in those people's tents, what are you going to say?"

"Okay, then that's it, you can go and negotiate with the owner of this camp yourself. ”

"Negotiations, hiding criminals, conniving at murder by his men, such a crime is enough to deprive a viscount of his noble status," "Okay, if you want evidence, I'll give you evidence!"

The ball of light in the hands of the two priests suddenly shone brightly, and the next moment, they had already extended a ray of light from each other, straight across a distance of dozens of yards, shining on a tent, reflecting the cloth in a bright light, vaguely outlining the shadows of four or five people in it!

“”

Wait a minute.

So what? you're ready

The voice, peaceful and calm, like the rustle of the leaves of the night breeze, surged the hearts of the Moss people, bringing a faint coldness. rs！。