Chapter 462, Bandits in the Gray Mountains

Wyverns are generally considered to be one of the scourges of the old world. These creatures are several meters long and live in dark caves and nests in high mountains. These creatures are crazy and irrational. They will attack and enter Any enemy in their own territory, and often include powerful opponents such as griffins and hippogryphs in their attack range, which makes bipedal dragons often die at the hands of those noble animals, but there are also many bipedal Flying dragons can win those incredible wars. This character and hobby of being immersed in the battle itself is quite imaginable with green skins. Therefore, many bipedal dragons choose to become the mounts of green skin warlords, and this kind of cooperation does not need a reason.

The expedition knight Karard frowned, the gray-green figure, the sharp horns on the head, the barbed tail, and the clumsy wings flapping in the air, there was no doubt that it must be a wyvern.

Moreover, it is also a biped wyvern that comes out to look for food due to hunger in winter.

"Hidden! Prepare to shoot!" Bellegar's shout made people react. Under Bellegar's command, people searched for bunkers on the spot in the wilderness. The dwarves squatted down on the spot, and Bertrand howled loudly: " Get down! Cover up!"

The roar of the wild beast resounded in the wilderness. In this hungry winter, it was forced to come out of the cave in the mountains to look for food. Even though the Wyvern knew that its actions were very dangerous, it had to have a full stomach!

This made it even more ferocious, using its wings inexperiencedly to glide from high above the sky, spitting crimson flames from its mouth, and the stench of the beast permeating the air was disgusting.

Almost all the serfs felt terrified. They screamed and avoided, and the dwarves scattered and avoided. At this time, the low IQ of the wyvern was also fully revealed.

It breathed fire too early, which caused the serfs to find that the flames of the wyvern were at least thirty or forty meters away from them after evading, so after evading in a panic, the serfs gave Bertrand's loud order Gathering up, they raised the longbow and hand crossbow in their hands towards the Wyvern.

"Fire!" A fine rain of dense arrows streaked across the sky and flew towards the wyvern. Seeing this scene, Karard just shook his head flatly. If the wyvern was so easy to deal with, it wouldn't be like this One of the famous villains.

Sure enough, the dense rain of arrows only touched the body of the wyvern. This beast has hard scales all over its body. Ordinary arrows can't hurt it at all. On the contrary, it let out a mocking howl. The rain of arrows was continuously knocked down by it, and the wyvern howled triumphantly, preparing to glide and dive down from the sky in a show of power.

Similarly, the dwarves also showed a sneer, and the chief engineer of the Angrund clan, Hal Haver-Gold Digger, raised the dwarf hand cannon in his hand.

"Boom!" The dull roar of the hand cannon overwhelmed the sound of the battlefield, and a sharp explosive projectile tore the flesh and blood of the wyvern from the side, spraying a stream of dark red blood in the air, and then, deeply The projectile embedded in the wyvern's flesh exploded.

Blood and flesh splattered, and a scorched blood hole exploded on the back of the beast. With a scream, it fell from the sky and landed on the wilderness far away.

"Explosive projectiles are really a good thing, but it's a pity that they are rarely produced. We have to rely on that bright fire witch and her apprentices to make them. It is said that only fifty pieces can be produced a month." Bellega said to his chief engineer : "If possible, I really hope that all Thunder Gunners in our clan will be equipped with this thing."

"Good things are always scarce." Hal Hafer-Gold Digger whispered: "There are also flowering bullets,

We can also try the power of this thing to suppress bandits this time. "

"Ok."

Seeing the Wyvern not far away, Karard frowned.

The use of long-range weapons by the dwarves was an act of disrespect in Karad's view. On the contrary, they destroyed Karad's expectations. He had hoped to sacrifice this prey as a sacrifice to the fairies of the lake during the Winter Veil festival. Taste.

However, Karard knew that he could not ask the dwarves according to the standards of chivalry, so the knight got off his horse and walked towards the place where the wyvern was.

Even though the wyvern was injured, the beast still maintained a strong ferocity. In other words, due to the injury, it was even crazier than before.

"Ma'am, please continue to bless me to win, my heart and my soul belong to you." Callard said silently, and he raised the divine sword "Durandelle" in his hand, ready to fight.

Whenever he clenched the sharp sword in his hand, Karard always felt that Jules didn't seem to leave, and the amiable Holy Grail Knight Commander was fighting with him. The bond of inheritance was established between chivalry, and whenever With a formidable foe falling before him, he always felt he was one step closer to the Holy Grail.

The wounded wyvern roared angrily, it slammed into a dragon chariot, opened its mouth wide, and rushed head-on.

Karard quickly slid sideways. The expeditionary knight's body was filled with infinite power. During his long combat career, Karard had mastered all the martial arts in his body. He had never felt his body so easily. He never Unexpectedly, his strength was so powerful, Wyvern's bloody mouth and forked tongue only bit the air, Calad's arm muscles tensed, Durandal drew a circle in the air, and then pierced both The wyvern's neck sticks out.

Try this, beast, Callard said in his heart, the recoil from the blade almost sent him flying, but he still stabilized his body, the blade pierced deeply into the Wyvern's The neck, but the tight muscles, explained scales and strong bones prevented the wyvern from being decapitated by the sword. On the contrary, Karad didn't try to continue the attack. He immediately pulled out the sword in his hand and raised it into the air.

"Dang~" The venomous thorn on the Wyvern's tail was blocked by this sword grid, and Karad cautiously released his fury. He swung his sword and cut off the venomous thorn at the root. The Wyvern The painful expression made Karard feel deeply pleased. He suddenly regretted why he failed to behead the wyvern just now. He missed such a great opportunity, and his battle was forced to be prolonged.

Fighting with the beast is not training, and the wyvern is not a wooden stake. Enduring the pain, the beast forcefully used its sharp horns to push against Calad's chest, and the well-crafted plate armor made a distorted sound , Callard felt a dull pain in his chest, he swung his sword to fight back, the sharp blade grazed the sharp horn of the Wyvern, and sparks flew everywhere, facing the Wyvern's attack again, Karard had to withdraw his sword to resist, his The body flew upside down and landed on the ground four or five meters away.

His viscera ached, Callard thought he should be able to get up, and he did. Fortunately, after the wyvern repelled him, he was attacked from the side. Sir Bertrand had the power of sparks The bow and arrow sneaked up on the monster despicably: "Lord Karard, do you need help?"

"..." Karad clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, he was thinking about what made him fall from an advantage to a disadvantage? arrogant? underestimate the enemy? Or arrogant?

This is really another test given to me by the lady, I die, or this monster dies, Calad thought so, he refused Bertrand's support, he had to face this wyvern alone.

Callard raised his sword again and galloped forward, now that the Wyvern was now mortally wounded and the bloodied monster was forced to realize that it had to use all its strength to escape, but Callard would not give it the chance: "For Miss!"

Durandal pierced the Wyvern's neck again, and the blood sprayed out soaked the blade of the long sword, and also stained Karard's burqa and the nearby snow. In the severe pain, his feet The flying dragon twisted his body crazily, causing Karard to be thrown away. The expedition knight tenaciously controlled his body. He drew out his sword and stabbed fiercely at the blood basin of the bipedal dragon. It went on: "In the name of the lady! Sentence you to death! Monster!"

The sound of the blade tearing flesh was one after another, the wyvern tried to flap its wings amidst the screams, but Karard did not intend to give his enemy any more chances, he held the sharp horn of the wyvern with one hand , the other hand forcefully sent the blade into the monster's head.

"Woo~ woo woo~" As the blade deepened, the monster gradually stopped moving. Its body stiffened for a while, and finally stopped moving completely.

"Ah~~" Callard's body was already damaged in many places at this time. He let out a sigh of relief and cut off the head of the wyvern with a sword. Afterwards, the expedition knight knelt down devoutly and prayed to the head. , thanking his lady for bestowing him with victory.

The prayers of the expeditionary knights were not in vain. Amidst the mist and the light belonging to the lake god, a beautiful figure loomed in the thick fog. She smiled at Karard, and then dispersed, becoming invisible.

Seeing the fleeting figure of the fairy in the lake, all the serfs knelt down.

Callard only felt an indescribable sense of relief welling up in his heart. The fairy of the lake blessed him for the battle, which made him stronger.

"Are all the Holy Grail knights in this country trained like this?" Bellegar murmured in the distance, "Oh my god, this is too difficult. How many people will die like this?"

"But I'm very envious... I don't even have the qualifications to go on an expedition." Sir Bertrand stroked his beard, and he then shouted: "Your Excellency Callard, do you need a rest?"

"No need, this is just a small episode during the journey, you go and clean up the battlefield." Calad shook his head indifferently, this was just a tithe he dedicated to the fairies in the lake during his journey.

The soldiers immediately surrounded the Wyvern, especially Bertrand, who pulled out his sharp knife and cut out the Wyvern's heart. Jazz wanted to use the Wyvern's heart to make a new black arrow.

After sweeping the battlefield, the army moved on.

A day later, this army joined with a group of Ranger Knights sent by Hagen, Duke of Gisole Oaks. The leader of this group of Ranger Knights was a Knight of the Kingdom, and his name was Sir Coulson: "It is an honor to be with you Meet here, King Belegard, Lord Callard, and Ser Bertrand."

"I salute you, Sir Coulson, where is the stronghold of the rebellion?" Bellegar said loudly: "I want to solve the problem quickly, and then start building the trading post."

"As you wish, I will take you there."

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On the mountain road, the serf army huddled together and moved forward slowly. The captain Raymond held his halberd tightly in both hands, and he exhaled coldly: "Damn, I miss my mother's stew, Winter Veil Festival Going out to fight is not a good idea."

"But you are the earl's soldier. Since the earl has ordered us, we must go." Bertrand walked not far from him, and the newly promoted jazz looked quite smug: "at least, the earl has distributed it to us." Full rations, and full military pay, right?"

"Well, I really didn't expect that I... could make it this far. I thought the count just needed a Raymond who would help him farm and work, but I... became a halberd soldier Raymond, As for the current captain Raymond, I will always be grateful to the Earl for promoting me, forever." Raymond was wearing a beautiful breastplate, then tights and a round hat with three helmet feathers, the captain bowed He said in a low voice: "You say, Sir Bertrand, I want to send my brother Thomas to be an apprentice to the dwarves, will they?"

"Your brother?" There were five brand new black arrows in the silver-encrusted quiver behind Bertrand.

"Well, I have an old mother and a younger brother. My mother is doing needlework for some knight masters in the city, and can earn more than a dozen silver coins a month. My younger brother is now apprenticed to a carpenter in the city, but I heard that the level of carpenters there is limited." Raymond hesitated to speak.

"I think it's okay. Compared with dwarves, the level of human craftsmen is indeed much worse." Bertrand suddenly sighed softly: "When I have a child, I must let him go to school. I support you, Ray. Boy Meng."

"Okay, then I'll talk to Mr. Hux when I go back... I should be called the Baron now, and I'll tell him when I go back!" Raymond was very excited when he saw that he had Bertrand's support: "Thank you Advice, Sir Bertrand."

"Don't be too happy, boy Raymond, think about the things in front of you first!" Bertrand smiled suddenly: "Everything you have gained through heroic battles, you must show your value, Now our dwarven allies are by our side, if you can impress them, maybe there will be better opportunities waiting for your brother."

"Oh! Good!"

On the Gray Mountains, the cottages of the rebel serfs were built on distant mountains. These cottages were built on the mountains, and most of them were built with very simple wood materials and stone materials. The rebel serfs used short bows, throwing stones and many traps to protect them. For myself, if this was in the empire, they would have been put down by the empire's standing army or even conscripts.

However, in Britannia, the knights really have nothing to do with these cottages. The trebuchets cannot be transported here. The number of people is too small to capture these cottages. The number of people is too large and the gains outweigh the losses. Duke Hagen needs these The military helped him maintain law and order.

"In the name of the Duke, the rebellious serfs, come out and surrender immediately to the honorable Duke of Gisoleoch, the most orthodox heir of Beren, the first twelve Holy Grail Knights!" Sir Coulson shouted towards the cottage.

The rebel serfs on the cottage were dressed in rags, and they responded with sparse arrows to Sir Coulson's persuasion.

"It seems that the negotiation failed." Callard frowned.

"No, the negotiation is still going on. What I mean is that we should negotiate in a different way." Bellega stood on his ancestral oath stone: "Human friends, there are many ways to negotiate, and your way of negotiation is obviously problematic. .”

Just behind him, a dwarf heavy cannon has been loaded, and the dwarf engineer pointed his thumb to the location of the cottage: "Raise the elevation angle by 5°13′!"

"5°13'!"

"fire!"

"Boom!" From the roar of the cannon's muzzle, the flaming shells that flew out fell on the tower of the cottage, earth and wood splashed, and the entire tower and the seven or eight rebel serfs standing on it were all broken into pieces.

"Very well, now is the time to negotiate, Sir Coulson, please continue to speak."

"In the name of the Duke of Hagen, the rebellious serfs, immediately come out and surrender to the honorable Duke Gisoleoch, the most orthodox heir of the first twelve Holy Grail Knights Beren!"