Home of the Brave

In the Battle of the Raven King Valley, Bloom imprisoned the jealous demon, repelled Dai Yang, and got the sky spear as he wished. If it weren’t for Noin’s last assault on the Wyvern battleship, which forced him to make an emergency landing on the Bell Grassland, at this time, Bloom might have returned to the Temple of Judgment and triumphantly reported his achievements to the gods—the so-called "fallen short". , This is probably the case, right?

But for Bloom, things are far from irreversible.

Although the flying dragon battleship's forced landing on the grassland brought a little impact, it did not cause serious damage to its own camp. Even if the Flying Dragon battleship has lost its means of transportation, relying on an army composed of more than one hundred fanatic monks and more than three hundred imperial soldiers, coupled with the mighty strength of the Sky Spear Saint Warrior, it is enough to resist any attack.

The place where the Flying Dragon battleship crashed was on the north side of the Bell Grassland. Going a little further north, you can reach the territory of the empire. In fact, Bloom also quickly packed up the team and headed for the Empire. On the way, I sometimes encounter harassment-like attacks from winged warriors, but they are all painless. According to Bloom's calculation, the Wingmen's tribes that had been severely depleted after the heavenly election ceremony did not have the fighting power to stop him at all.

The only factor that disturbed Bloom was the Musa Captain who sank the Flying Dragon battleship, but she was not seen since then. After going north for about a day, Bloom and the imperial advance team of 1,000 men came to meet him, and he was even more confident about the news that imperial warships were coming for reinforcements. In his expectation, the next journey should be a Pingchuan.

But who knows, the situation has changed since then.

The adventurer, who didn't know where he came from, suddenly began to attack the team of escorts.

At first, there were only a few people scattered around the team like harassment, and Bloom didn't take them at all. But before long, the number of adventurers dangling around increased to dozens, and they turned to shooting arrows and throwing javelins at them. The imperial soldiers began to appear dead and wounded, but as soon as they put on an attacking posture, the adventurers dispersed at once, and Bloom believed that they were still not afraid.

As a result, hundreds of adventurers raided the camp that night, and Bloom was awakened from his sleep. The celestial spear saint warrior and the fanatic monk's combined deterrence only drove the adventurers back, and both sides paid the price of dozens of casualties. That night, Bloom was in shock, and urged the advance team before it dawned. He thought that as long as he left the Frost Mountains, he would be able to get rid of the adventurer, but who knew that the next situation would be even more tragic.

More and more adventurers have gathered, and they have also changed the strategy of frontal conflict. While the adventurers harassed Bloom's team in various ways from a distance, they set up countless traps in the direction they were advancing, making Bloom and the others miserable.

Think about it, when I was eating and eating well in the morning, suddenly there was a shower of arrows. What would it feel like?

Also, walking on the grass and suddenly stepping on a trap, listening to the heartbreaking wailing of a companion, what is it like?

For another example, it’s hard to get to rest until dark, sleepy and tired, and fall asleep, but when you sleep soundly, there is a violent sound of gongs and drums. What is it like? Or, when you can't bear to carry the sword up to your end, but you can't even find a ghost, and when you return to the camp, you will hear the maddening **** blasts, what will it feel like?

In this way, Bloom's team was completely trapped in the quagmire of the People's War launched by the adventurers. It was only ten miles away in two days, but the team was harassed and almost collapsed. There was only one step away from the border of the empire, but this step was as far away as looking across the horizon.

When the imperial soldiers who came back from the reconnaissance reported in a trembling voice that there were thousands of adventurers, Bloom, desperate for the way forward, finally gave up his plan to walk out of the Frost Mountains on foot. He ordered the team to camp in place, build temporary fortifications, and implement the defense to wait for reinforcements from the empire.

The news of several imperial warships on their way to rescue was spread out, and the news barely suppressed the collapse of the team. The soldiers set up a defensive camp on a hill with an open horizon. While confronting the adventurers, the soldiers waited for the arrival of reinforcements. The adventurers still continued the harassment day and night, but Bloom was huddled in the defensive camp, and he couldn't help it for a while.

As time passed, the adventurers who heard the wind gathered more and more on the grassland. Broome was trapped in the camp and couldn't move. Every day, listening to the bad news of the constant bottoming of the supplies, it seemed that for a while he had been caught by the gods. Abandoned.

"High priest, this is...our last bit of food."

The lieutenant commanding the advance team brought up a bowl of wild vegetable porridge that was clear enough to be human. Bloom took the wild vegetable porridge with a trembling hand, and looked at the aging face reflected in the bowl, a deep desolation welled up in his heart. Although knowing that he can't answer, he couldn't help asking: "...today, didn't you catch any prey?"

"The soldiers have dug three feet of the ground, and even the grass rat dens on the ground have been dug up and eaten." The lieutenant replied in a tragic voice. "But the current situation is that as long as stepping out of the camp is a dead end, several brothers who went hunting have not been able to come back... High priest, if this continues, there will only be a dead end! Please the holy warrior come forward to wipe out the **** adventurers. !"

"How can Gangnir's power be used on those young children! You don't have to talk about this!"

Bloom interrupted the lieutenant and stood up with a flushed face. I drank the bitter and astringent wild vegetable porridge in one breath, closed my eyes and digested it for a while, and my voice seemed to regain some strength. "I have just received the oracle, and the reinforcement warship will arrive tomorrow. The order is passed on, and the last night will be strictly guarded. When I return to the empire, I shall take credit for your generation in front of the God of War!"

"Oh oh! Oh oh oh!" The lieutenant's eyes suddenly lit up. "Is it true? High priest!"

"Do you dare to doubt God's decree?" Bloom raised his brows, and his power radiated.

"No... dare not! Little dare not!" The lieutenant knelt down and pleaded guilty, sweating profusely.

Bloom looked at the lieutenant's appearance with satisfaction, and was about to say some compliments to encourage morale, but there was a warning sign in his heart. Bloom shrank his head subconsciously, and only heard a soft "shoo", feeling a chill on the top of his head. The high priest's hat was shot down by a cold arrow from nowhere, and nailed to the tent behind him.

Bloom looked at the cold arrow that pierced the tent deeply, and only felt his knees weak. If his reaction was delayed by a second just now, it was not the magic hat that was shot through by the cold arrow at this moment, but his head. The more Bloom thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he sat down on the ground.

"Yes... there are assassins! Quickly **** the high priest back to the account!"

It wasn't until this time that the lieutenant who was shocked by the situation woke up and quickly drew out his sword and stopped him in front of Bloom. Soon, a group of soldiers rushed over with their shields, surrounded by Bloom, and escorted the terrified high priest into the camp to rest.

"The arrow was shot from there! Where is the archer? There will be reinforcements coming tomorrow, shoot me! Shoot it fiercely!"

The lieutenant's roar came from outside the tent, and the soldiers who knew that the reinforcements would be coming tomorrow responded with warm cheers. The archers who had been saving the use of arrows shot out the remaining arrows like a vent of anger, and the sound of bowstrings sounded like a cannon made Bloom feel distressed.

There will be reinforcements coming tomorrow-of course it is impossible.

Bloom did not ask for an oracle on this matter, but in that case he had to make such an announcement, otherwise the team might face collapse today. Looking down at the cap that was shot through, Bloom broke into cold sweat again on his forehead. He has decided that if the reinforcements still haven't arrived tomorrow, he will use this advance team as a bait, even if he is only armed with a sky spear, he will escape.

"Damn it, it's all such useless things..."

Bloom resented, and turned his eyes to Aretha standing in the corner of the tent. At this moment, Aretha has taken off the maiden's robe and put on a mighty battle armor, her whole body is shrouded in the divine glory of the sky spear, and she looks as if she is full of the majesty of a holy warrior. But Bloom knew that it just looked pretty.

As a holy weapon forged by the ancient gods, the Sky Spear Gungnir will give the holder a supernatural power comparable to that of a dragon, but it will also bring a heavy burden to the body. It would be a different matter if it was Afrah with Bloodwing, but the frail Aretha couldn't afford the huge output of Gangnir's divine power at all.

At this moment, Aretha's appearance seemed to be normal, but in fact, even Bloom was not sure how long she could last. If she squandered her power, she might fall down before reaching the imperial capital. Therefore, no matter how provocative the adventurers, he did not dare to let Aretha out to fight.

Tomorrow, using the advance team as the bait, plus a hundred fanatic monks desperately to clear the way, should they be able to break through the siege of adventurers? For the answer to this question, Bloom can hardly have optimistic expectations.

"Damn, why did things turn out like this... God, what went wrong..."

In the unmanned camp, the high priest of Flaus grabbed his hair and plunged into a labyrinth with no exit.

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Without knowing his fate of being abandoned, the archers of the Imperial advance team are still wasting precious arrows. Since it was close to dusk, no one dared to leave the camp to inspect, so they actually did not know that the black-haired young man who almost succeeded in sniping the high priest had left the original place long before the first arrow returned. land.

From the high ground where Broome and others camped, about three or four miles west, there is a leeward slope, which is currently being used by adventurers as a temporary camp.

Looking around, I saw smoke swelling everywhere on the slope. Thousands of adventurers were sitting around their bonfires, slaughtering sheep and cooking cows, drinking and chatting, a scene of enthusiasm—for Bloom, it should be. It is fortunate. If it hadn't been for the front hillside to block the fire, otherwise the exposure of such a sight would be enough to cause a mutiny among the imperial soldiers.

Dai Yang found her own carriage in the adventurer's camp. As he walked past, he saw the maiden trying to roast a lamb's hind leg, while the female knight was not far away and was gesticulating with several adventurers holding swords.