Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 382 Upstart

When Rhodes and Atsk led the troops to arrive, the battle had already ended for a long time.When they came, they saw a bunch of plucked red-feathered hawks being roasted on the fire pit. Miss Caroline was rubbing her hands and watching the chef Cyril sprinkle the seasoning powder with admiration.

"What do you look at, if you want to eat dog meat, remember that the forest dogs that Caroline likes are not allowed to touch."

Cyril seemed to notice that the eyes of the crowd were straightened by the fragrance, and he turned around and cursed with a smile.And Rhodes also disbanded the team at random, and then sat by the fire pit with Atsk.

Atzke noticed that on the flat ground not far from the fire pit, several pieces of equipment were drying—cleaned light armor and long sword.He stepped forward to look, and after a while exclaimed:

"Is this... the sword of Saint Emma?"

He stretched out his hand and weighed it, and the weight was somewhat heavier than the La Rochelle sword he was familiar with, and the intricate patterns on the gauntlet further confirmed this point.

"Lord, could it be that what you encountered was a patrol from Saint Emma?"

"It's not a patrol." Cyril shook his head, "The configuration of the Ossan Emma patrol team should be three rangers, two rogues, plus two lightly armored warriors. Their team has a mage, a The first is a beast master, and the rest are their guards."

The Beastmaster was the one who was first shot and killed by Memphis when they met each other for the first time, and the mage was killed by Cyril's sneaky backstab.

This is a very strange team configuration. For this reason, Cyril and the others deliberately carried all the corpses out of the forest and placed them on the flat ground not far away.

Cyril had observed the equipment of the Beastmaster and Mage, and they did not have any obvious aristocratic family splendor, nor did they see the unique logo of the Legion, but they were able to have such a configuration, and their backgrounds would not be too ordinary.

"This is..." Azike stepped forward to identify it, and finally found clues from the long swords of the guards, "Lord, if I guessed correctly, this should be the sword of the Seventh Army of Saint Emma , Their gauntlets have fishtail elements, which are the characteristics of the Seventh Army stationed in the Adlai Sea."

Cyril nodded slightly, but he didn't know much about this - the Ossa Emma he was familiar with was the Ossa Emma a few years later, unless it was those famous generals, he really couldn't say anything.

However, Atsk's words made him immediately alert: "The Seventh Army stationed in the Adelaide Sea? Then the distance they crossed is long enough."

This distance spans almost half of Amasir, and one has to consider traveling through the jungle...

"It's not necessarily true. The area under the responsibility of the Seventh Army of St. Emma is from the Adelaide Sea, plus a large part of the forest border. It may be that the army branch in the north entered the forest." Azike said in a deep voice. Said, "But anyway, this shows that what those horse bandits said is right."

This made Cyril's heart sink again - he has no experience in reserves in this area.Judging from the current situation, it seems that Ossa Emma has undoubtedly reached a certain agreement with a certain elf, and will even attend the Wind Festival, otherwise they would not be able to drive monsters in the area close to Amasir.

"It seems that we need to make more preparations." Cyril took a deep breath, "The performance of these soldiers against the forest dogs can be said to be good, but it is a pity that the red feather eagle was cleaned up by Memphis, so we can only let them go back More training."

"Are we still going to take these soldiers to the Wind Festival?" Atsk asked.

"Take it, of course you have to bring it. The only difference is that there is one more object to show the size of a fist. It is not easy to make the fist bigger than the people of Ao San Emma—although I don't think the people of Ao San Emma dare to bring many Soldiers enter the forest." Cyril mused, "When you go back, talk to the Boyle Chamber of Commerce and ask them to buy a batch of weapons of better quality and prepare for the new recruits."

"Changing clothes now?"

"Of course, if the strength is not enough, it must be supplemented by equipment."

"But those leather armors are too ugly..." Atzke twitched the corners of his lips. He could see that the lord had an idea of ​​"a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle". The armor is bright enough to bluff people.

But the problem is that the leather armor they are wearing now is useful, but they really can't use it to meet people...

"People who know the goods will naturally recognize that this is the skin of the petrified monitor lizard." Cyril said with a smile, "High-end materials often only need simple processing, so in the eyes of outsiders, we are a group of..."

"upstart?"

"Yes." Cyril swung his sword and chopped off a large bird's leg of a red-feathered eagle, which was almost as long as Caroline's arm, and handed it to Caroline's hand.The little girl was not afraid of the heat, so she buried her head and started to gnaw, making a wheezing sound, just like an orange cat eating.

He continued to divide the other parts of the red-feathered eagle to the people around the fire pit, and finally stuffed a piece of fat, golden and crispy meat roasted in flowing oil into his mouth, and said slowly: "And he is an ambitious upstart."

He smiled: "It's better to say that having so many petrified monitor lizard skins already makes your fist hard enough."

Atzke's eyes lit up, and he finally figured out what Cyril was planning: "I understand, next I will let O'Connor, Leonardo, and Shell strengthen the training of the soldiers, um... Candidates to participate in the Mufeng Festival, it would be better for the sword fighters to bring more?"

"Of course." Cyril nodded.

His idea is very simple, as he said before, to show off his strength on the Wind Festival, so that Duke Amasir can feel a certain threat, and then report to Salconan, let Salconan Take certain countermeasures.

It's just that some corrections have been made now-they have to pretend to be a group of upstarts, ambitious upstarts, and they are still reckless enough, so reckless that if they disagree with each other, they will swing their swords and cut people down.

The nouveau riche will make the enemy despise themselves to a certain extent, but as long as the fist is hard enough, it will make people think that this group of nouveau riche is really strong enough, and then turn the contempt into importance——

They quickly finished eating the two red-feathered hawks, and packed up the remaining red-feathered hawks.These magical beasts that were originally intended to be practiced by the soldiers became the souls of Memphela's arrows, and they can be regarded as glowing.The red feather eagle's meat with fire elements can enhance the body's activity to a certain extent, and it can make soup for the soldiers later.

The team was quickly regrouped, and besides the corpse of the Siberian dog, there was also a prisoner of Ossa Emma who was transported back together—Cyril had no intention of interrogating him during the meal.

But escorting back to Siliki is another matter.

They entered the Fell Territory in a mighty manner, and then left in a mighty manner, but they didn't know that when they left the border of the Fell Territory, a group of cavalry was standing on the high slope, watching their departure.

"Just let them go?"

"Otherwise? You see that their equipment is not good, ugly is ugly, but bangbang is tough."

The leading knight spat out the pipe in his mouth and let out a long breath, "This group of people, with hard fists, might be able to cure O'Connor for us."

(End of this chapter)