Broad World

In the hot afternoon, an army of less than a hundred men was marching fast. The officer leading the team took out a few sips, and then poured all the rest on his face. In this kind of weather, wearing a heavy armor consumes a lot of physical strength. Tossing the drops of water from his hair, he shouted at a temporarily hired guide: "How long can we get to the Ronore family castle?"

"My lord, you can arrive before dark at the current rate. But I want to remind you that a few hours ago, a woman with fiery red hair rushed in, and it didn't take long for screams and wailings to be heard inside. "When the guide said these words, he couldn't help but shiver.

"You don't need to worry about this, just lead the way." The officer took out a silver coin from his waist and threw it over. He is no one else, it is Henry's guard captain Sernick. After receiving the magic message from Shandi that the cleanup was completed, the private army had set out from Fort d'Annis. Their goal is clear, which is to take over the three castles that originally belonged to the Ronore family before dark.

Although the rapid march made all the soldiers very tired, no one complained. Everyone knows that their loyal lord has won this noble private war. That was the richest two-thirds of the territory north of the Eismere River. The Ronore family has accumulated hundreds of years of ingenuity, and in the end they all become others' wedding dresses.

Since the scope of the territory has been expanded so much, the number of private soldiers must be expanded in order to maintain stability. It is initially estimated that at least 800 to 1,000 people will be required. This means that ordinary soldiers are likely to be promoted, as are squadrons, squadrons, and even the guard captain of a castle.

Seeing his energetic subordinates, Sernike's serious face showed a smile. He is in a fiery mood now. Unlike ordinary soldiers, he aspires to become a nobleman, even the lowest knight.

We must know that although all countries on the Faerun Continent have a tradition of canonizing outstanding adventurers and mercenaries as nobles, few people can enjoy this treatment. More than half of them will not survive the first few years. Generally speaking, it either died from the hands of various terrifying monsters, or accidentally stepped on a trap and died directly.

Cernick never considered himself to be one of the lucky ones, so he never participated in ruins exploration or wars. His mercenary group has always provided **** services for the nobles and businessmen, hoping that one day they can be favored by a certain noble and become private soldiers, free from this life of licking blood.

It can be said that this is the best way to end most mercenary groups and adventure teams, but less than one percent of them can do it. Those guys with a higher professional level are better, and they can switch careers to teach others fighting skills and experience. As for the rest. Once over fifty years old, it will become quite miserable, and a large part of them will become farmers or beggars.

Cernick felt that he had recently received the favor of Goddess of Luck, which was a good thing again and again. First, he was hired by a nobleman who owned a large territory, and then found out that the lord he was loyal to was actually a big man. And now he has won another aristocratic private fight, and his territory has expanded several times. The most important thing is that there is no vassal canonized in such a large area. He felt that this was simply a godsend opportunity. If you don't grasp it well, you will regret it for life.

"My lord, there is the Ronor family castle in front. It is really terrifying, so I can only take my way here." The farmer who acted as a guide temporarily turned around and ran away, as if there was something terrifying in front of him. Like monsters.

An veteran mercenary ridiculed loudly: "Hahahaha! A farmer is a farmer, isn't it just a few dead people? As for being afraid of this."

His laughter didn't last long, because he rushed to the front. This guy can't laugh anymore. A large number of corpses piled up at the gate of the castle, and all their heads were floating in the air. This kind of weird situation makes everyone feel scalp numb, if it weren't for the noon sun still hanging in the air, maybe some guys who were less courageous would immediately run away.

"This...what the **** is this? There's no undead in...in there, right?" The guy who was laughing at others just now was shaking uncontrollably.

Sernike frowned slightly, raised his right hand to signal everyone to stay in place, and drew out his sword and walked forward cautiously. As soon as he stepped into the vicinity of the castle suspension bridge, all the heads flew down from mid-air. And made a creepy voice: "Report your identity! Otherwise, you will die!"

He wanted to try whether these heads would rush to bite himself, so he immediately revealed his identity. "I'm Sernike, the captain of the guard of d'Anisburg."

As soon as the voice fell, a human head rushed up and sniffed, and then fell directly to the ground as if losing his life, and all other human heads floating in the air also fell to the ground. Sernike finally understood a little now. I'm afraid these are all specially arranged by the lady with the fiery red hair to prevent others from breaking in.

But looking at the corpses and human heads all over the place, I am afraid that there is no living person inside. It really deserves to be a private fight among aristocrats known for their barbarism and cruelty. And this beautiful and coquettish lady is really scary. One person killed all the people in a castle. From the 60s or 70s to the newborn babies, even the domesticated hounds were not let go, and they died clean.

Sernike sighed slightly, then turned around and shouted at the soldiers: "What to look at! Come here to bury these corpses, we still have two castles to receive. Don't blame me for not reminding you, it's a critical time. Keep your hands and feet clean, otherwise..."

"Captain, don't worry. Although we like money, we are definitely not fools. If anyone dared to steal, without your hands, I will catch this guy and chop off an arm." The one who was talking was someone who seemed to be in his early forties. , A giant man with a height of two meters. With a double-edged axe on his back, he looked like a warrior with infinite power.

"Olis, then I will give you responsibility for this castle. Remember, first pull the body down in the woods and bury it, and then wash the blood stains inside. I will leave you with thirty people, take this opportunity "Speaking, Sernick separated the soldiers by a third. He knew very well that the other party wanted to settle down, marry a wife and have children, so he would take this job seriously.

After the delivery was over, Olis began to direct the soldiers to work, and the rest of the men started on the road again. They still have a long way to go.

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Leaving the Mage Tower at the headquarters of the Masked Mage Guild, Henry took the two dragons and Amelia, who seemed to be a little cautious, walking together on the streets of the Asilatra administrative district. He is now in a very comfortable mood, and the large amount of materials in the dimensional bag is enough to study one or two legendary spells.

Suddenly, I don’t know why a large number of pedestrians gathered in front of me. I saw a man in chain armor standing on a high place and shouting: "Everyone! Look at the dark elf that is tied in front of you! My brothers. She is a creature of evil and darkness! A creature of depravity and deceit! They just want to destroy us! This monster stupidly appeared beside us. Thought we would relax a little! My brothers, tell me! What should we do Deal with it!"

"Burn her to death!"

"Yes! Burn her to death!"

Countless fanatical people raised their fists and uttered a hoarse cry, as if everyone had a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred. Seeing this, Henry knew what was going on even if he was stupid. Needless to say, the dark elf female trapped on the stake must be Viconia. In the game, he is known as the queen of poison tongue.

But her current situation is not so good. Not only are there several **** welts on the body and face, but under the sun, it is the most cruel criminal law for the dark elves. Otherwise, their curse mantra would not be "May the sun shine on you." ".

"Yes, kill this drow! Her dark and evil people emerged from the ground and killed my father and brother! I tell you, they are all evil! All are!" The man in chain armor continued Incite hatred. The soldiers standing not far away on patrol completely turned a blind eye to the scene in front of them. It seems to have completely forgotten that Amn still has a law to protect past travelers.

Henry saw that someone had begun to light the fire. If no measures were taken, Viconia would not survive today. However, it is obviously impossible to do it yourself, because there are too many ordinary people nearby. If it is spread to protect the dark elves, the good reputation of working hard will be wasted.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he turned around and said to Amelia: "Now, in the name of the Masked Mage Guild, save the dark elf to me. If these thugs dare to resist, kill them all. "

"Please rest assured. In this city ~www.ltnovel.com~, no one dares to violate the will of the Masked Mage Union." After finishing speaking, this female mage of Karatu descent pulled up her hood and covered it with a face towel. Face, walked up at an unhurried pace. After seeing her, the fanatical people around gradually calmed down and gave up a passage of their own.

As a powerful organization that monopolizes the magic power of the entire Amn area, the Masked Mage Union is notorious for its arrogance and unreasonableness. Most people have mixed feelings towards them. On the one hand, the masked wizards have protected Astratra from magic. On the other hand, these people themselves are users of magic.

Amelia deliberately showed the guild badge hanging on her chest so that everyone could see it. Then she stepped forward and said to the man in chain armor: "The Masked Mage Guild is very interested in this dark elf. , So from now on. I will take over her."

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