Chapter 275 Too Boring
February - Day.
Two days later, Roddy's team had entered the "Kars" mountain range in the southwest of the Efta territory.
It stands to reason that if you want to get to Sola Post in the shortest distance, climbing over this mountain is indeed the best choice, but obviously these two hundred people are not suitable for walking the muddy and dangerous mountain road in the cold winter. Therefore, the safest route should be the flat road through the "Black Forest" on the north side of the mountain range. Although it is a bit detoured, it is better than safety.
In the early morning, the soldiers who had just woken up in the camp obviously had similar doubts in their hearts. However, they have already learned to obey, and no one went to Rody to ask why, all of them ate and acted on time, because the logistics support was sufficient, so far, all of them were full of energy and never looked tired.
"Raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use them for a while. If you can't overcome this difficulty, you can't talk about fighting."
Rody, who walked out of the tent, yawned, and Soderol was washing his face with ice-cold water, and the two of them chatted one after another.
"Speaking of it... from Nolan Village all the way to the present, I have really fought a lot. I used to think that the world was peaceful, but in the past six months, the fighting seems to have never stopped." Suo Deluoer stood with his long sword on his back. Beside Rody, he twisted his waist and swayed his legs, and asked, "I haven't practiced swords for a long time, come to a sparring round?"
"Then try."
Rody didn't refuse. He picked up an ordinary standard short sword from the side, and was just about to make a gesture, but Soderol stopped him—"Where's your scimitar?"
"You changed the 'Guardian Tooth,' I have no reason not to change to a better weapon."
"Then why not use new weapons?"
"I still don't take it out, that thing is not suitable for sparring."
Roddy smiled and shook his head, keeping it a secret. Soderol was curious, so he didn't ask any more questions—the two confronted with epee purely with skill, and quickly ended the three rounds of confrontation.
Rody wanted to test it out, so he didn't rely on attributes or skills to suppress Suo Deluoer, but he didn't expect that this guy with an inhuman growth rate had made great progress. In terms of swordsmanship alone, he was already faintly above Rody.
Roddy is the way of a berserker, he can drop ten times with one force, and his style is rough and violent. Soderol couldn't bear the pressure of the storm in the first two rounds and lost directly, but in the third round he finally lost. Controlling the tempo, and finally relying on superb skills to win the round abruptly - and this, for Rody, has already lost: his swordsmanship is a three-axe-style violent surprise attack, once it is seen through, there is basically no chance of winning in the future.
However, Rody himself didn't think that he has too many attainments in swordsmanship. He is really good at bows and arrows, and he is good at melee. The sword master "Baizi" didn't have any dissatisfaction in his heart, only sighed.
"You won, and I can't teach you anything after I bring it."
He put the sword on the shelf and said to Soderol with a smile.
"I... I was lucky too."
Suo Deluoer understood what this meant, was silent for a few seconds, and then changed the subject: "Taking the road to the snow mountain...the risk is very high."
"It's risky no matter which path I take, so I chose the one with the highest risk. But there's no way...the situation is like this."
Rody smiled, lowered his head and adjusted the buckle on his wristband, and casually said as if talking about the weather: "Theoretically, there are 137 nobles that Angmar can summon in the entire Efta territory. According to the most basic Counting ten cavalry and thirty infantry per person, that's more than five thousand people..."
"If all 5,000 people can come, the problem of Sola Sentinel will not be a problem at all, but in reality? If a quarter of them are willing to come, we will be blessed by the gods."
Responding to the lord's call to fight is the basic duty of nobles, but such an obligation can be put into action in two ways: one is to actually lead soldiers to the front line and advance and retreat with the lord, and the other is to Paying taxes, "offsets" such obligations.
Big Winter ran to the most desolate place in Efta to confront the undead. Who would really come forward for such an unpleasant thing? Nobles are not Lei Feng. Although they have "obligations", what they value more is "interests" - what benefits can they gain from fighting the undead? Fools know how to choose.
"Thirty percent of these one-fourth people can arrive at Sola Post on the agreed time, then the country is still saved."
Luo Di shook his head and sighed, "Theoretically, there are only 300 or 400 reinforcements who can really help us, and these guys don't necessarily obey orders... The ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.
A very simple digital analogy shows that Roddy's current situation is not good-there are undead with unknown purpose in front, and a group of pig teammates watching indifferently in the back. Yan is fighting alone, and the road ahead is bleak.
Benjamin and Angmar, who were the only ones who were willing to support him, were doing their best at this time, and they had to rely on themselves for the rest.
"I didn't intend to count on those noble lords for a long time."
Suo Deluoer was not affected by these words at all, turned around and packed up the tent.
At this time, the scouts on the front line had already reported the situation of the scouts, and the news that "everything is normal" was the same as before, but not long after, Nata jumped down from the tree on the side without a sound, and leaned in front of Rody and bowed down. Sound and a few words or something.
Her black and red leather armor was covered with a layer of white and brown cloth as a "snow camouflage" at Roddy's request, and even the high-quality longbow in her hand from the collection of the Duke's Mansion was wrapped with the same cloth strip on the bow arm , if she wears a hood, she will be unrecognizable in the snow at all, such an effect is almost equivalent to the weakened "Concealment". And her task now is to be a "scout" who directly obeys Rody's orders.
Nata's words made Rody's originally calm face slightly serious. He frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Eat something, and bring a team of elites to confirm later."
Nata nodded and turned to leave.
Rody looked towards Mount Kars in the distance, silently thinking about every next step.
And tens of meters away, Akasha, who was about to come over, happened to see the scene where Nata approached Rody and whispered. She stopped and saw the two people in the distance so close. All of a sudden, most of the interest in talking to Rody was gone—holding the "Energy Essence" tightly in his hands slightly, Akasha thought about it, and finally turned around and left in a sad mood.
"Priest Akasha."
"My lord pastor."
Akasha's reputation in the camp is very high. Everyone in the cavalry regiment respects this pastor very much. Almost everyone will stand up and say hello to her as they walk past. She would respond with a smile in the past, but today she is really not in the mood
Luo Di is so close to her every day, what are they talking about? Why is he never willing to talk to me so much? Do you hate yourself?
Akasha shook her head, and then thought that she was too "narrow-minded": After all, Rody is not her "personal property". He has to control the entire army and face dangerous enemies. There are too many things to do , I can't take care of continuing to teach myself High Elvish... This is a very normal thing.
But he always has time to whisper to that wood elf...
Thinking of this, Akasha still felt a little sour. In order to divert her attention, she thought about it... She reached out and took out a scroll that she carried with her, and then she sat aside, silently flipping through the "Energy Essence" in her hand.
Roddy didn't teach much High Elf language, but Akasha's photographic memory quickly used them in books. Now she is somewhat fascinated by "Energy Essence"——and the more she reads, the more she The more I feel that I seem to see a different "world".
In an unnoticed corner, Akasha gently clenched the "Bone Thorn" scroll, and the faint golden beam of light on her fingertips slowly loosened the seal of the scroll...
At the same moment, Baron Bellom was quietly sitting at his desk with his eyes closed.
Although the camp at the foot of the Gondola was a temporary camp, Baron Bellom was unequivocal about his tent—in other words, he was very good at "enjoying life"... The thick tent was made of thick solid wood with keels The square tent is even divided into a living room, a bedroom and a study room. The most exaggerated thing is that there is also a set of desks and weapon racks. Judging from the traces above, these are all made temporarily.
Undead have endless lives, and thus tend to become very stubborn in keeping their habits for a long time.
The same is true for Bellom: he has extremely high requirements on his quality of life. Even if he is marching and fighting, he must ensure that his tent has the taste of a "mansion", because it can make him always feel that he is a "noble" ——Even if it’s just a low-level “baron”.
"The knights sent by Angmar have already gone to the south of the kingdom, and they should be reminding the royal family."
"Benjamin is still staying in Houllier City."
"Seventy percent of the nobles currently under surveillance in Efta have remained silent after receiving Angmar's order.
The information sent from the front line was continuously reported to Bellom by the soldiers. Although there were only six necromancers in the team, they released nearly 300 blood crows at the same time with the support of the Tasman royal family, killing most of the nobles. The territory income of the surveillance range.
In Bellom's eyes, there was almost no camouflage in the entire Efta territory at this time.
"Rody's team has already left Hollier City and is heading towards Mount Kars. According to their speed, they will be able to cross this area in about three days..."
When the soldier reported this information, Bellom's eyes, which had been closed all the time, suddenly opened, and the murderous aura that seemed real made the scout who was speaking stiff.
"You mean...they chose Kars?"
Bellom's expression slowly relaxed, and he glanced at the map from the corner of his eye with a half-smile, "At first I thought about confronting them head-on to test my level, but now it seems—it's really a disappointment."
"I'm really disappointed. Although I can defeat Ansadin and Magda, I'm just a young man who can't calm down..."
"Tsk tsk..."
Secretly sighed a few words, Bellom was obviously disappointed with Rody's performance, but Chengfu and Conservation are here, he just waved his hand casually in the end: "Tell the news to those mages, they know what to do .”
Turning around, Bellom's eyes turned to the word "Elson" on the map, and he had completely lost interest in "Roddy", the enemy who had been planning to kill before.
Such an enemy is not worthy of his concern, all he needs is an order and a look, and the opponent will disappear into this world without a sound...
It's just too boring.
Bellom took out a book from the bookshelf, straightened his luxurious robes, and flipped through it boredly.
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