Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 91 Out of the City

Cyril was no stranger to mercenaries.Many times, before exploring the relics, rogues would go to the mercenary union to pick up one or several tasks near the relics, go with the idle mercenaries, or simply hang up with a large mercenary group temporarily and do odd jobs for a while.

After all, for a successful exploration of the ruins, it is not only a few days of preparation, but also a lot of money that needs to be invested.

If you take the next few tasks and complete them successfully, at least if you fail to explore the ruins, you can still get some rewards, so you won't lose everything.

Mercenaries have always been active on the stage of La Rochelle, from caravan guards, treasure hunts, to territorial disputes and sieges, there are mercenaries everywhere.Mercenaries may have their own lofty ideals, but there is one thing that all mercenaries agree on:

Under the contract, take money to do things.

Seeing that Cyril had nothing in common with him, the mercenary didn't bother to talk nonsense with this stunned-looking young man.He clapped his horse back to his familiar companions, and said what the young man who had just joined the team had said, and soon there were undisguised laughs from the crowd:
"Save a friend? Don't weigh how much you weigh yourself!"

"That's the undead, will the undead not kill you because you look handsome?"

"It's just a vase. How old is this face? I guess the hair hasn't even grown yet? Looking at the thin arms and legs, the face is not bad, I guess..."

Cyril seems to have never heard of it. It would be fine if he was a member of a large mercenary regiment, but talking about quality with these idle mercenaries is obviously a dream—according to unknown statistics, 50.00% of the mercenaries will say three out of every ten sentences With X organs or insulting language.

They swear as much as a troll eats boogers for granted.

However, what made Cyril feel strange was that Elena next to him also looked normal. The mercenary's foul language was never aimed at only one person, and it was not uncommon for Elena to fall on it.

But the girl sat firmly on the horseback—except that she was a little clumsy when she just got on the horse due to her height, she was extremely sophisticated the rest of the time.At this time, she was holding the rein in one hand, and the other hand was on her waist, where she placed the hilt of a long sword that she could transform into a long sword at any time, with an extremely vigilant posture.

"Get ready, let's go." Cyril looked up and watched the huge suspension bridge slowly start to lower, making a rumbling sound, and soon from the angle they stood, they could see the vast expanse of pale and chaotic landscape outside the city. Dark intertwined colors.

"Everyone, let me reiterate the requirements of the mission: break away from behind the siege of the dragon army by the undead, bring them back to the Tower of the North Wind, light up the magic arrows when returning to the city, and we will respond to you, do you understand?"

A small captain on the top of the city shouted loudly, while the mercenaries below whistled loudly, shouting loudly, "Hurry up, I'm waiting to shit!" There's so much nonsense!" Such words did not take the words of the soldiers at the top of the city into their hearts at all.

And Cyril just held the rein of the horse quietly, watching the suspension bridge slowly fall on the moat.The mercenaries waved their horsewhips as if showing off, and rushed out of the city gate one by one, regardless of the fact that there were no girls around to watch their tricks.

He pinched the horse's belly with both legs.The horse under the seat raised its head high, as if understanding the urgent intention of the temporary owner, it galloped up powerfully, crossed the stone bricks at the gate of the city, crossed the wide and long suspension bridge, and stepped onto the snow-covered wasteland , rushing into the night of the Doin Plain.

The direction the horses ran was exactly the direction Cyril and Sheldon walked when they headed to the entrance of the ruins. It seemed that after Iris broke the space connection of the passage, the half-lizard Acheson crawled out from that entrance.

However, the half-lizard probably didn't expect that after only more than a day of coming and going, the icy and snowy land outside suddenly turned into a natural disaster of undead, so he led his team to retreat to the Tower of the North Wind, but was blocked by undead it's -

"They are temporarily guarding an abandoned village. The gap in number is too large, and they are all infantry, unable to break through the siege of the skeletons."

As the information sent back by the ranger said, the members of the Flying Dragon Legion will not be in danger for the time being.Acheson's IQ on the battlefield was much higher than usual, and the countermeasures he adopted were very appropriate.

But this is not a long-term solution. After all, the undead will continue to increase. Ants bite more dead elephants, and even the lowest level of skeletons can cause harm to human flesh and blood.They can keep it for a while, but they can't keep it forever.

What's more, they don't have supplies yet.

They are moving very fast.This was Cyril's first time riding a horse since crossing, but he didn't feel any jerky.He firmly controlled himself in the middle of the team. This casual and superb riding posture made the mercenaries who had previously underestimated him couldn't help but put away some contempt.

This is undoubtedly the effect of the riding proficiency gained after being promoted to a quasi-knight.And Cyril estimated that the special skill of the silver-blade knight suffixed with the riding suffix has a higher riding bonus for the human-friendly mount-after all, the performance of the horse under the crotch is too obedient, so that he can even swing the whip. Not necessary.

This relaxed feeling gave him more leisure to observe his surroundings.Black clouds covered the small half of the Duoyin Plain, and the black sky seemed to engulf the snow, pressing heavily on it.

Occasionally, white figures can be seen running across the snow. They are rangers from the Tower of the North Wind who are out of the city to investigate. They are the ones who continuously transmit information back to the Tower of the North Wind, so that the generals defending the city can judge the situation clearly. .

This made Cyril think of the "reconnaissance" skill that has never been improved in his skill column. Although the rogue's reconnaissance skills are not bad, this aspect is undoubtedly the specialization of rangers-those sharp-eyed guys can even see through shadows. With a slight fluctuation in it, an excellent ranger can effectively target the rogue.

They were advancing like this, and after about half an hour, the mercenaries at the forefront suddenly raised their fists high, signaling for everyone to stop.

In the darkness not far away, the outline of an abandoned village can be vaguely seen.Obviously, they will soon arrive at the temporary shelter of the dragon army.And the undead are naturally not far in front of them.

They had just stopped and dismounted when a ranger with a longbow emerged from the snow beside him, which shocked many people.He had obviously been prostrate in the snow all the time, and he shook the snow on his body when he stood up.

"Are you here to rescue the Dragon Army?"

The leading mercenary nodded. He is a local mercenary in the Tower of the North Wind and is most familiar with the surrounding environment, so he is the leader of the team.

Then the ranger said with a serious face:

"The situation has changed. They are being targeted by the undead."

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I continue to write.

(End of this chapter)