There was a strange smell in the wind.

The aroma of barbecue, mixed with an indescribable burnt taste, is like a crappy chef holding an open-air barbecue party.

The flavor grew stronger, and Wilkinson couldn't help frowning. He sat upright on his horse and motioned for the vanguard to move on, while he stayed put, patiently waiting for the scout's report.

The third group of rebel troops, mainly light infantry, were left to be old, weak, sick and disabled after two rounds of selection. They marched listlessly, and many of them didn't even know what they were going to do.

Since the commander gave the order, then he did it, anyway, they all ate and waited for death, so what difference did it make.

But Wilkinson is different, he is a count's lord, with a rich territory and a group of beautiful women, so he is absolutely not willing to die in vain.

So after hearing the scout's return and learning that the first two groups of troops were all wiped out, Wilkinson's reaction was to turn around and run.

"The exercise is over, withdraw the troops and return to the camp!" the herald commanded the order, holding a trumpet flag. So, the soldiers, who had worked hard to get halfway there, retreated back in a daze, and came on a walking outing.

The army turned around, and the flag of the Legion still fluttered ahead. But the chaotic soldiers did not realize that their commander was no longer under the banner.

Wilkinson knew that if the first two groups of troops were easily annihilated, then the weak army under his command would have no chance of winning. And if he can't return to the north through the "path of the lighter", he will have to wait until the king of Nacini returns to the rescue. After thinking about it, Wilkinson decided to appease his subordinates to withdraw his troops back to the camp, while he took a few elites and temporarily fled to the Torm Federation.

Wait until the wind passes. He then sneaks back to Snowton in disguise, and in the process, too many people can become a burden. So he didn't bring the army with him, and what King Nacini would do with this rebel army was out of his mind.

"This guy is clever. "Not far from the hillside. Behind the dense bushes, Illo looked around for a moment and chuckled softly. The keen eyesight of the half-elf is enough to firmly lock on to the position of the enemy commander hundreds of meters away.

"He left his subordinates behind and ran away on his own?" Alda, dressed in a blue suit, asked in a low voice. He is an elite marksman selected by Illo and is responsible for sniping the rebels' high-ranking generals.

"That's right," Illo nodded. "You guys, follow the enemy's forces from a distance, and you only need to probe their direction, and you don't have to engage them...... Alda, come with me, and be hidden. ”

Several other blue-clad shooters were bowed down. Under the cover of bushes and rocks, leave along the ridge. Illo and Alda. They slid down the hill one after the other, following the trail of Wilkinson and others, and chased to the southwest.

Three miles south of the city.

Brooke stroked his beard and watched the battlefield beneath his feet contentedly. This hot-tempered old magician has finally passed the addiction today, and there are countless enemies. Died under his "blazing fire".

"Mayor Mare," a slender young swordsman leaned over with a smile, "Can you clear the battlefield?" It's like they're squinting and laughing.

"Is there a caravan coming?" Brooke asked, looking at it for a moment, then turning around.

"In the name of the exercise, the rebels blocked the road for two hours, but soon, there should be a caravan through Guò. The young swordsman replied in detail.

"Alright, then you hurry up and try to clear a passage before the caravan arrives. Brooke commanded.

"Yes, but before you do, you'll have to get those boys to stop. The young swordsman scratched his head and took his hand and pointed to the side.

Brooke took a look, and saw a few mages in their early twenties, still chanting and casting spells with great interest, and had no intention of stopping.

"Hey, stop it!" the old magician shouted angrily, strode over, and gave them a blow to the back of the head.

The young mages laughed wryly and stopped casting spells. Bands of swordsmen rushing down the hill and scrambling to clean up the battlefield were a chore, but nothing compared to charging into battle.

"It's good to have a mage, stand on the top of the mountain and watch the show, and the battle will be over," a stocky warrior said with a smile, "Do you say yes, squadron leader." ”

The scorching smell of the corpse kept coming, and the young swordsman stood aside with his nose pinched, and when he heard this, he raised his leg and kicked him, and scolded with a smile, "Then you can drink soup behind their butts from now on." ”

"I'd like to," the thick warrior smiled, his saliva almost dripping, "there are quite a few girls over there." ”

"Girl, girl, you know the girl all day long!" the young swordsman reprimanded, but his gaze sneaked to the side, and the mages were walking down the hill and retreating back to the valley in formation.

A small town in the river valley, "Vivy" medical center.

Onisha hurried over, saw Dar Niang standing at the door of the room, and asked anxiously, "What happened?"

"I was negligent, I thought I had restrained the old horseman," said Dalgnan reproachfully, "I didn't expect him to fight both sides and drag the teacher on his back." ”

"Alas......" Onisha shook her head and sighed, but she didn't blame too much.

Seeing that she was about to push the door in, Dargnan hurriedly stopped her, "Ma'am, Dr. Furtrin is treating her, and has instructed us not to disturb her. ”

Onisha paced back and forth in the room, frequently reaching the door to listen for movements, and her anxiety was palpable. Dargnan hung his head and was silent, only hating himself for not making a decision on the spot, which resulted in Contra's life.

About a quarter of an hour later, the door creaked open, and the gray-haired Futrin walked out of the room, drenched in sweat. As the most brilliant physician in town, his business has always been good, but no patient is more important than today.

If Allegri can be cured, then in the future, he can walk sideways in the valley, and no one dares to offend. But if he misses, he won't be able to mess around here.

"Sir, how is the situation?" saw him come out, Onisha and Dalgnan. At the same time, he stepped forward and asked.

Furtrin considered his words for a moment and replied slowly, "Lord Lord is seriously injured, and he has broken three ribs in his chest, and he is still unconscious...... Seeing that the two of them were worried, their faces were anxious. Futrin chuckled secretly, and his tone took a sudden turn, "However, with my efforts, Lord Lord's injuries have been controlled, as long as you take care of your care, after three or four days, you can get out of bed and walk around." ”

"Thank you, sir. Dargnan let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed in thanks.

"Later. I will send someone to send me the consultation fee, which is three times the maximum price. Onessa's thanks are even more tangible.

"It's my duty to heal my lord, so why should I be rewarded?" said Ventrin's heart, but on the surface, he humbly excused himself.

"Also, the tax of the medical center. All exempted," Onessa smiled. He promised, "In the future, if Mr. has any difficult matters, he can also go directly to the Consulate to find me." ”

"Yes, yes, thank you, ma'am. "Furtrin was overjoyed. This time, it can be regarded as earned.

"Dalgion, you go and prepare a carriage and hire another wind mage to bless the carriage with 'levitation'. "Don't get bumpy on the road," Onissa commanded, and then pointed to the room, "I'll go take care of him first." ”

"Yes, ma'am. Dargnon nodded and walked away quickly. He had to admit that Oneisha was really thoughtful.

Onetsha walked into the room and turned back to close the door.

In the soft light, she leaned down to look at Allegri, who was sleeping deeply. The familiar face looked pale and weak at this time.

The girl's eyes flashed with concern. She knelt on the edge of the bed, looked carefully, and suddenly noticed a faint layer of holy light on his chest.

Onetsa's face froze, she hated the Snowton Empire, and she hated the Holy See of Light. And now, in Count Snowton, she sees the Holy Light of the Holy See.

The girl let out a low sigh, and she took Allegri's hanging hand, her emotions extremely complicated.

After a while, there was a slight knock on the door, and she hurriedly got up, let go of her hand, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Behind Dargnon was Turanze, the Archmage of the Wind Clan. There was no way, the wind mages in the valley followed Brooke to ambush the rebels, and Afra didn't know where to go, so Dargnan had to ask for Turanze.

Fortunately, the Wind Mage didn't care, and when he heard that he was escorting Allegri, he happily came and blessed the carriage with a "levitation technique", and then followed with his hands to control the balance of the carriage.

"Trouble Master. Onesha bowed.

"It's okay," Turanzer shook his head, asking a little recklessly, "I wonder why Master Allegri is so injured?"

"There was a rebel army that attacked the river valley, and he went out of the city to meet him, and was accidentally approached by a warrior. Onessa replied that she couldn't hide the news of the rebels anyway, so she didn't hide it.

"No wonder Master Allegri would cast that spell," Turanzer praised, "laying the magic power of the 'Earth Fire Flow' and then detonating the 'Flame Tornado', so that the power of the spell is directed and the city behind it is not affected in any way, and the enemy has nowhere to dodge in the narrow valley. ”

"yes. Onisha was in a bad mood and didn't want to say more, but just said something casually.

But Turanzer was completely unaware of it, and continued in a chattering voice, "When the master wakes up, I will definitely discuss it with him......

"I'll let you know when the time comes. Dargnan took over and spoke with him.

Onisha breathed a sigh of relief, took a few steps back, and remained silent, as if she was extremely tired.

A team of dozens of knights marched through the grassy wilderness.

Between the Green River Valley, the Misty Swamps, and the Torm Federation, lies a barren plain. Due to the poor soil and bare boulders, this wasteland has no use value, so there is no force to touch it.

But since last year, the Herseus River valley has been cultivated to the west, and with the help of the power of the magic array, patches of farmland have begun to appear, and the area has finally become sparsely populated.

However, due to the fear of the Torm Federation, the reclamation plan of the river valley was limited to the foothills on the northern side. The southwest is still a vast expanse of wilderness, and Wilkinson chose to escape from here.

"General, will you rest for a while?" After running for an hour, and they were tired and hungry before they had lunch, and one of them was close to the lieutenant general and said something in a word.

"Shut up, don't call me the General in the future," Wilkinson corrected dissatisfiedly, and when he looked back, he saw that the mountains in the distance were reckless, and no one was chasing him, so he nodded in agreement, "Go to the mound in front of you, and get off your horse and rest for a while." ”

"Yes. The crowd responded in unison. They rode up the dirt slope, sending one man to stand guard on a high place, while the others dismounted on the leeward side and sat in a circle next to each other.

"Old General Contra, something must have happened to you," one of them, shaking his head and sighing, "even if he is lucky enough not to die, he will not escape a knife in the future." ”

"Don't mention him, how much better can we be?" another veteran, his tone was even more sad, "Flee with his head in his hands, panic like a lost dog." ”

"How can anyone say that about themselves," Wilkinson snorted, "I have already set aside a part of the military budget to secretly purchase an estate in Torm, and if nothing else, at least ensure that everyone can enjoy their old age in peace." ”

The veterans all nodded yes, but they were separated from their families in two places, and every day was precarious, so how could they talk about "enjoying peace"? I am afraid that the evening scene is bleak.

"Still—no, sir, you are thoughtful," the gray-haired old chief of staff, halfway through his words, immediately changed his words, "we old brothers, we will follow you to eat in the future." ”

Wilkinson smiled reluctantly, beckoned everyone to take out the dry food, and ate two bites casually. There were forty or fifty people who fled the battlefield with him, half of whom were generals in the army, and the other half were highly skilled personal guards.

"You two, hurry up and finish your meal and go to the shift change, and let him eat something too. It was rare for Wilkinson to be so sympathetic to his subordinates, but as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a small arrow roar.

Then, there was the sound of a heavy object falling.

"Enemy attack!" everyone panicked, all threw down their dry food, drew their weapons, and looked around vigilantly, only to see the cold wind blowing, the long grass undulating, and they could not find the enemy's location at all.

"Get on the horse, get out!" Wilkinson snapped and shouted. The crowd did not dare to slack off, and jumped on horseback, whipped fiercely, and fled without looking back.

But on the side where they were fleeing, a blue-clad archer with broad shoulders and long arms suddenly stood up, bent his bow and arrows, and shot out.

One of the guards rolled over and fell from his horse, an elongated feathered arrow at his throat.

"Kill him!" shouted the old chief of staff, but was immediately interrupted by Wilkinson, "Shut up and go!"

The group turned around and headed straight south, and in the process, Alda shot five or six more soldiers, but that was all, and the other man quickly left his range.

However, they didn't rejoice for long, and Illo, who had been in ambush for a long time, stood up, and shot out a series of arrows from the white feathers, and in just an instant, he shot and killed five veterans and guards.

But Wilkinson was unmoved, turned around again, and fled in a hurry without looking back.

"Old slippery head. Illo sighed in disappointment, his final kill count was sixteen, far from his expectations.

"Do you want to chase it?" Alda leaned in, looking at the half-elf ranger with some admiration.

"Not necessarily. Seeing that he was a little out of breath, Illo shook his head, after this period of pursuit, the energy in the young man's body should have been exhausted.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (4000 words.) ）