The adventurers who rushed around in the wind, sword, frost and sword always had such similar memories.

The starry and dark night, the strange and desolate environment, the trembling body, and the heart gradually swallowed by the darkness. At this time, all it takes is a roaring bonfire to create a completely different and warm world.

This is the power of the flame, to drive away all cold and darkness, to the point of rekindling the dim hope.

However, the raging war is not one of them.

Dargnan looked down at the battlefield not far away, and sighed subconsciously in his heart. He is not a fledgling bird, as a veteran killer, he has ended many lives with his own hands. However, such a tragic war situation as the present one is rarely seen in peacetime. Speaking of which, this kind of task of assassinating the opponent's generals against the enemy should be the skill that the predecessors who were active in the history of the continent were the best at those assassins.

Shaking his head slightly, Dargnan retracted his thoughts. Vast expanses of blood were splashed on the dull ground, and the roar of the storm was mixed with the howl of death, and the double impact of the picture and the sound made his throat inexplicably dry. Most people would not be happy to see such a scene, but now he has no other choice.

Just now, he tentatively questioned the adult, trying to take advantage of the opportunity to get out. However, the other party just said a fluttering "no hurry", which made him fall into a dilemma of guessing again. The other party did not clearly answer whether he could leave, and there seemed to be some room for maneuvering, but what made him helpless was precisely this ambiguity.

Thinking of this, Dargnon subconsciously turned his head sideways, and the corner of his eye swept over.

The middle-aged man wrapped in a heavy robe stood next to him leisurely. He was looking at the battlefield not far away with interest. He carried his hands behind his back casually, his expression was leisurely, and he really didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

This guy, after all, is there to support the Marquis of Borriello, Dargnan retracted his gaze, and secretly slandered in his heart. With the army that Onisha spun off. Successfully finding the weak point of the manor's defense line and successfully breaking through it, the defenders suddenly fell into a situation where they were attacked from the back. The large army that had just gathered at the main gate had to turn around again out of breath and go to intercept the opponent's sharp attack. However, the outer walls had been breached, and the sparse fortifications could not form a complete line of defense, and the incoming army was able to weave around like a living dragon, completely disrupting the whole battle. Thankfully, they didn't seem to have much interest in the rest of the manor, no matter how they twisted and turned. The ultimate goal was to approach the main entrance, trying to echo back and forth, and completely penetrate the army gathered by the Marquis of Borriello. Otherwise, the old marquis's family funds accumulated for many years will be dealt a heavy blow.

But even so, the defense line at the main gate has been greatly affected. The shouts and fires on the other side of the manor were faintly heard, and the Fire Demon Knights were greatly excited, and immediately increased the intensity of their attacks. And the defenders were shocked in their hearts, and the consciousness at the foot of the formation was a little scattered. After all. In order to ensure the loyalty of the private soldiers, most of them also live in and out of the estate, and may be being slaughtered right now.

Seeing this situation, on the watchtower behind the defensive line, the face of the Marquis of Borriello couldn't help but change. I thought that this attack was nothing more than Onisha's dying throes, and that all she could muster was what was in front of her. Unexpectedly, another army could be divided and break through the flank defense of the manor.

"Where did this army come from?" he frowned, reproaching, "why didn't you take precautions?"

"My lord, in the night and rain like this. Investigation and prevention will become very difficult," the commander next to him pointed helplessly to the deep night outside the manor, where there was no firelight, it could be said that he couldn't see his fingers, and after a little hesitation, he added in a low voice, "What's more, the order to transfer all the troops was given by you just now—"

Marquis Borriello snorted, and the commander immediately closed his mouth in amusement, he was actually the marquis's distant nephew, and his ability to command troops was not strong, but he was good at observing words and feelings, and he was loyal, so he obtained the command of the private army.

"You immediately mobilize the troops, and be sure to block them," the Marquis of Borello ordered in a low voice, "especially the castle and the family's living quarters...... As for other areas, they can be discarded for the time being. ”

"Yes, sir. The Commander nodded, and hurriedly turned to leave. He was also a member of an aristocratic family, so he naturally knew what the Marquis de Borriello meant by "temporary abandonment".

"And ...... You," waited until this side was disposed of, before the Marquis of Borriello turned around, stared at the generals and asked, "It's been so long, why hasn't your army come yet?"

These generals were military attaches of the Praetorian Guard, who had sworn allegiance to him, and their troops were stationed in a barracks next to the Green River, not far from the manor. When Onisha and her army arrived, they had already sent people to mobilize, but there was no trace of them until now.

"Your Excellency, rest assured," said one of the generals, stepping forward and arching his hand, "at this hour, the soldiers have already rested, and it will take some time to mobilize, and the heavy rain and muddy roads will have a certain effect on the march...... But we gave an urgent order, and they should arrive right away. ”

"That's good. Marquis Borriello nodded, and didn't ask too much, anyway, these guys are also here, even if they have any plans in their hearts, they won't joke with their lives.

He looked down, and the heavily armed soldiers wrapped the place in the middle, densely packed, and there was no possibility of falling in a short time. Thinking of this, the Marquis of Borriello breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and raised his eyes to look at the battlefield where the fire was raging, as if he could see the beautiful silhouette of the girl.

Onessa, I thought you were just biting me when you were dying, but I didn't expect you to bite me to death.

Really, naïve.

"What an idiot. On the hillside, Dargnan was looking around boredly when he heard a middle-aged man beside him whispering a curse.

"What's wrong, senpai?" he replied after glancing around to make sure the other person was talking to him.

"At such a time, he actually divided his troops to stop it, isn't it a fool?" the middle-aged man snorted lightly, "The opposing cavalry unit has broken through the outer wall, and there is enough room for detour in such a vast manor, and Borriello actually has to rely on his infantry to surround it, which is tantamount to a fool's dream." ”

Dargnon nodded suddenly, although he didn't care about these things at all, but now he made a serious look and asked, "Then according to the meaning of the seniors, what should the Marquis of Borriello do?"

"If it's me," the middle-aged man stepped forward, stroked the hilt of the knife at his waist, and hummed, "Since the other party has divided its troops into two places, and the army in my hand has all gathered together, of course, I will completely open the gate and defeat the other party with all my might." ”

"Senior, you ......" Dargnan was slightly stunned, shook his head and said, "This is really too difficult for the Marquis of Borriello." ”

"What?" the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh, "Indeed, if he can make such a decision, why would he be at this point." ”

"So, the Marquis de Borriello is in a very bad situation right now?" Although anyone with a discerning eye could see this question, Dargnan deliberately asked again.

"Of course," the middle-aged man nodded, asserting, "the troops he transferred to block them will either not be able to catch up or be outnumbered, and will soon be broken by each of them...... If it weren't for the impact of the contingency, and Onessa's two armies were caught between the front and back, it would only be a matter of time before Borriello's defeat came. ”

"I see. Dargnon glanced at him again and replied casually.

"Why, are you worried that you won't get your honorarium?" The middle-aged man laughed casually, as if he was already very sure that Dargnan's employer was the Marquis de Borriello.

"It's not ......" On the surface, the expression remained unchanged, but Dargnan couldn't help but curse in his heart, I was worried about my size, I wouldn't starve to death if I didn't get paid once. However, are you here to point out the situation of the battle and make a big discussion? He deliberately led the topic to the situation in order to remind the other side of the purpose of this visit, and then to meddle in the battlefield. At that time, he could easily get out of it, but he didn't expect the other party to see that the defeat of the Marquis of Borriello was decided, but he still didn't care, and he looked light.

"Don't you worry that the Marquis of Borriello will be defeated?" After thinking for a moment, Dargnan decided to make his words more obvious and test the other party's reaction.

"I didn't say it just now, that's on the premise that there are no emergencies," the middle-aged man smiled, spread his hands casually, and continued to explain, "Besides, ......"

His voice suddenly paused, and he turned his head sideways inexplicably, as if he felt something abnormal. Dargnon was a little curious, and just as he wanted to ask further, he heard another hoarse voice suddenly sounding behind him.

"And what?"

Who is it?

Dargnan subconsciously shortened his body, and the muscles in his body instantly tensed, making a defensive posture. But immediately, he came to his senses, beside him, there was a strong man of the legendary realm by his side, who could easily get close in this situation? In this way, the person who came should be the person he was waiting for as the middle-aged man just said.

"Master Haji, you've arrived," At this time, the middle-aged man had already bowed slightly to greet him, and then smiled warmly, "Besides, with me here, even if Borriello is defeated, he will not die." (To be continued......)

PS: (The first update, 3000 words, a lifetime of fame, ruined in one fell swoop!)