Demon Lord

Chapter 518 Unsheathed

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Volume Two [Dark Tide] Chapter Five Hundred and Eighteen Unsheathed

The fighting in the northwest of Efta quickly made the entire territory tense. When the smoke of beacons ignited along the border, all the outlying villages began to "clear up the walls and clear the wilderness". However, when most people focused on the northern border, the territory southeast of Efta also ignited black smoke...

"Kill! Kill them all!"

A bearded man rode on a war horse, yelling at his subordinates who were looting in the village. While speaking, he waved the sharp blade in his hand, and a villager who had no time to dodge was cut down to the ground.

"As much as you grab! As long as you can take it away, you don't have to keep it! Women can play as they please! Hahahaha!"

Presumptuous laughter echoed in the air, causing howls of excitement. Someone even jumped off the horse on the spot, swung a knife to knock down the men who tried to resist, and dragged the struggling village woman to the next house——more and more blood was spilled on the ground, and gradually, the whole village became quiet When it came down, only the fire under billowing black smoke wiped out all traces.

"This time, there are quite a lot of robbers!"

"Haha, the girl you snatched is really good! How about I trade mine for you?"

"Don't change it, I'll keep it for myself! Whoever robs me will be in a hurry!"

More than a dozen gangsters wearing different styles of leather armor gathered together with their horses or "trophies" and loudly showed off their gains—yes, they were a group of "thieves" who roamed the wilderness and made a living by plundering.

Speaking of which, "thieves" appear more frequently in the northwest of Efta, and their equipment is usually tattered. Even the weapons of many bandits are wooden sticks nailed with a few iron nails. They come and go like the wind, and most of them rob the village in the name of "borrowing food", but they seldom have such a bad behavior of massacring the whole village, because once they do so, it means that they are wanted by the lord The list, it won't be long before the fortress knights will carry their heads in exchange for titles and rewards.

But right now these more than 20 gangsters are burning, killing and looting recklessly,

Don't care if you're wanted or not.

They were originally just a group of bandits nearby who only dared to block the way and beat the autumn wind. It was not until a month ago that the "boss" and five powerful deputies brought them together. One of the tyrannical thieves. Before today, they had looted three villages and killed more than 130 innocent villagers, including children and the elderly.

At first they hesitated whether they should raise the butcher's knife to the innocent, but after getting used to it, killing became as natural as drinking water and eating.

At present, Efta's troops are mainly stored in the northwest, and most of the nobles in the southeast were killed or injured by orc attacks because of the spring safari, so they can't organize troops to wipe them out. For various reasons, these gangsters became more and more arrogant...

At this time, the gangsters behind the massacre of the village were all in high spirits, blowing their cowhide loudly while drinking, with a kind of arrogance that was invincible in the world. However, while his subordinates were enjoying the spoils, the strong man who was the leader of the bandits did not join in the carnival. He squinted his eyes and wrote a short secret letter with charcoal in front of the bonfire, rolled it up and stuffed it into the letter box with a spell seal, and handed it to the deputy who was always following him seemingly casually.

"Tell Lord Mirno, Hans is waiting for the next step at any time."

His deputy nodded and took the letter box, stuffed it into the inner pocket of the wallet, walked silently through the loudly talking and laughing gangsters, stepped on the horse, and disappeared into the darkening night.

In just two days, the content of this letter was placed on the table of King Charles II of the Karen Kingdom under the careful decoration of Earl Mirno's words.

"This guy has a lot of preparations."

Charles II picked it up with a smile and glanced at it, and was very satisfied with Earl Mirno's actions: After Efta used various means to make an "independent" gesture, Mirno's series of economic sanctions have gradually come into effect. Effect. Especially after learning the news that the vanguard of the orcs had begun to attack, this kind of "fire in the backyard" would definitely cause Sally to burn out and quickly lose her prestige...

In Charles II's view, it was only a matter of time before Efta fell under the orc attack. Using this method to accelerate her taste of failure against him... is undoubtedly pleasant.

As for innocent civilians who died unjustly, who cares if their lives are worthless?

He turned around and lingered on the map of Efta on the desk for a long time. He seemed to have seen the scene of the orcs driving straight in, and made various plans for negotiating with the orcs in his mind—yes, it was "negotiation".

After the orcs eat Efta, there is no way to continue their aggression. Charles II believes that... he only needs to let the army of the Karen royal family directly push up, and the exhausted orcs must accept the armistice agreement in desperation...

If it works properly, Charles II thinks he can easily regain Efta without soldiers rushing to fight. Such methods have emerged endlessly in history, and all it takes is proper operation and an excellent timing.

"Then what we have to do now is to sit down and watch a good show."

The corner of Charles II's mouth was slightly raised, and he waved his hand to the main pipe of internal affairs: "The theater tonight should be Cassia singing "The Fall of Slovini", right? Go and arrange it, I want to enjoy it up close."

The latter hurriedly responded and drove a group of attendants to make preparations. The atmosphere in the gorgeous palace is comfortable, even relaxed, which is completely opposite to the tense situation in Efta thousands of miles away.

………

"call!"

With the help of two recruits, Davidan removed the enchanted breastplate inlaid with magic crystals, wiped the sweat from his brow, sat down on the haystack next to the school yard, and waved: "Okay, okay, go Break your own."

"Yes, sir!"

The two recruits stood at attention and saluted, and then helped each other take off their refined iron armor.

This is the Palland in the central part of Efta, the domain of Baron Soderol. Different from other lord manors, the "manor" of Soderol is actually called "training base" more appropriately. Because most of the members of the "Dragonlance Knights" are here to conduct comprehensive training and teaching for the expanded new soldiers and cavalry.

The existence of Palland is very special. Except for the army in the city's own use, the excellent equipment made in Elson City is supplied here first. Ordinary soldiers are equipped with refined iron armor, and all dragoon cavalry are equipped with enchanted chests. I'm afraid I can't find A's scene in Karen Kingdom. Not only that, but the most cutting-edge cavalry regiments have even begun to install "enchanted crossbows" that use "explosive crossbow bolts". Converted to area of ​​effect "shock" damage.

This makes them as powerful as heavy tanks when they cooperate with excellent war horses. Compared with them, ordinary cavalry regiments seem to be arms of two eras.

And Davidian, who was lying on the haystack at the moment, was one of the first scouts to fight with Rody. The young warrior who used to be unsteady with a sword has now become a powerful Dragonlance Knight and the captain of a twelve-man recruit team. Sitting on the haystack, he summed up the points that need to be corrected during the exercise for the recruits in front of him, then waved his hand and said, "Okay, there is no task this afternoon, you can go to rest after taking care of the horses."

"Yes, sir!"

The intensity of the exercise is actually very high, and serious injuries often occur. If the priests of the Rose Cross were not on standby at all times, no one would dare to conduct actual combat exercises with such a high attrition rate. But the effect of this is very obvious: those recruits who have never been on the battlefield have already become somewhat of a "professional soldier" under the "torture" for two consecutive months. In terms of strength and adaptability to war, it is probably several times stronger than the original scout team led by Rody.

But even so, these recruits who have not really experienced the war are a little nervous after all.

"Roy? Hansen? Are you still not going back? Are you going to stay and practice with the loser group guys?"

Davidian took off the gloves woven with small pieces of dragon scales, put them away carefully, and looked up at the two team members who stayed behind, "Why, do you have something to say?"

The two recruits are one of the two best performers in the team, and they are also the candidates for the vice-captain in David's heart, but at this time they don't have the confidence to practice the charge, and their eyes are a little flickering: "Sir-sir, we heard that , the orcs are coming..."

Davidian stood up, stretched his helmet and said, "What's wrong with the orcs? Do you think the formation we practiced is aimed at the private soldiers of those noble lords?"

He sneered disdainfully: "It's that kind of trash, you can go up and chop ten of them now, understand?"

Although Davidian has no orcs, what he said inexplicably boosted the confidence of the two recruits, and when he spoke again, he no longer flinched before: "But... we have never fought against orcs before. I heard... I heard that they are very powerful."

Davidian didn't answer his question, just smiled, turned his head and shouted to another dragon gun knight not far away: "Otar, how many orcs did you kill when we were scouts in Nolan Village?"

"Fourteen of them were hacked to death in those two months. At the time, Luge laughed and said that it was not half as much as him."

Otar is tall, with a scar on his face, and he seemed to be a little regretful when he spoke, "The skills are not as good as others, Ruger's knife is much better than mine."

Davian turned the other way and called, "Hal, how many did you kill when you hunted the orcs back in March?"

"This can't be compared with Otar. Those wolf cavalry are not easy to chase. I only killed seven of them from the beginning to the end."

Hal was wiping the cavalry sword with a faint blue light on it, and he didn't lift his head when he spoke.

"So... you think the orcs are strong?"

Davidian turned around and looked at the two recruits: "So I don't think the orcs are powerful."

The two immediately stood at attention, and the recruits behind them who hadn't left also stopped. The uneasiness that had been lingering in their hearts had completely dissipated at this moment, and they looked at each other in high spirits.

Davidian smiled, and was about to leave, but suddenly his eyes were fixed, and he stood at attention almost like a conditioned reflex and saluted.

Not far away, Sodlor, wearing thorium armor, appeared in everyone's field of vision with strides.

There are obvious traces of keel covering the chest of his armor, and the long sword at the waist radiates a powerful magical aura that everyone can perceive even in the scabbard, but what makes the soldiers most awe-inspiring...is that Soderol himself has powerful momentum.

His swordsmanship seems to be going a step further now, and he can feel the unparalleled determination at a glance.

There were more than 300 human soldiers and barbarian infantry in the school grounds. The noisy sounds after the exercise disappeared instantly the moment Soderol stepped into the school grounds. The only thing that could be heard was the clink of leather boots when the soldiers stood at attention.

"Relax."

Soderol stopped in his tracks, his voice was not loud but clear and unusual: "The battle plan will be released in the afternoon, and all the teams in the plan will be ready tonight and set off tomorrow."

He looked around, drew his sword and said softly, "Everyone, Efta's sharp blade is ready to be unsheathed."

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I have been busy with various things these days, and I must be coding when I have time, but if I am not free, I really can’t change it. But the frequency is much faster than before, right? :-d

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