Chapter 1729 Sika

The fifty-man cavalry team was galloping like lightning, and a faint radiance appeared on the knights' armors, which not only made them lose their due weight, but also gave the horses magical power.

These galloping horses can still quickly recover their physical strength while galloping.

This is a secret technique unique to the Temple of War!

For believers in the Temple of War, war horses are the best companions.

Some believers will even choose a war horse to live forever, spending countless magic materials to give the war horse a lifespan and strength beyond imagination.

That's the kind of person Carl is.

The war horse under his crotch has been carefully cultivated since he was fifteen years old.

From the age of fifteen to about twenty, he never slept on a bed, but slept on a haystack. When practicing swordsmanship during the day, he was also near the war horse, and when eating, he was no exception.

It can be said that in five years, Karl and his war horse have already become connected.

Coupled with the feeding of magic materials, the value of this war horse is enough to bankrupt dozens of ordinary middle-class families.

The reason why Carl can afford to feed him is because he is from a traditional noble family in the Sika Territory and has a blood relationship with Viscount Sika. His mother is the biological sister of Viscount Sika.

Of course, it was not because of his uncle that Karl became the leader of this cavalry.

But the real strength!

Relying on the sword in his hand, he challenged the dissatisfied knights one by one.

After winning hundreds of battles, he became the commander of this cavalry.

The family is rich in wealth, has a rich family background, and has its own inheritance.

This is the traditional aristocracy of Hokuriku.

As for moral character?

It's not noble, but it's not despicable either.

After all, as a believer in the God of War, Karl still had a bottom line, so he distributed all the silver Sol he took from Bol to his subordinates.

This made these subordinates respect Karl even more.

No subordinate would hate a boss who is powerful but willing to give benefits to his subordinates.

Therefore, when Karl gave the order to advance at full speed, no knight complained.

Even though they have been in this state for almost two hours.

Suddenly, Karl, who was lying on the horse, raised his hand and sat up straight.

Without any words, all the knights stopped. They drew their swords with clear division of labor, lit the matchlocks of their matchlocks, and looked around cautiously.

The pine forest on the frozen soil is silent in the afternoon.

The sun disappeared slightly, and a thin layer of fog once again enveloped the road leading to the border Morsa.

Karl stared straight ahead.

He could sense when something was approaching.

It was very hidden but exuded an aura that disgusted him.

"Are they those bastards hiding in the gutter?"

Karl held the sword tightly, and the ruby ​​​​on the side of the sword's hilt shimmered.

Immediately, there was a burning sensation on the cold frozen soil. It was a burning sensation coming from the bottom of my heart, like a warrior about to fight on the battlefield.

All the cavalrymen became excited at this time.

They seemed to have endless courage.

With the support of such courage, their strength and speed have improved to varying degrees, and their vision has even become extremely good, at least for the few cavalrymen holding matchlock guns.

boom!

Bang bang!

Without hesitation, the cavalrymen opened fire.

No reporting required.

This is Carl's charter.

It is also the most correct choice for many veterans who have truly experienced combat and understand the ever-changing battlefield.

The projectiles flew out rapidly, driven by the gunpowder.

Although the matchlocks in the hands of these cavalrymen are not heavy bracket matchlocks, after the charge reaches 2 ounces, their power is still not inferior to that of a bracket matchlock loaded with 2.5 ounces.

Coupled with the refinement of the Temple of War, these matchlock guns are even more reliable.

Not only is it powerful, but its accuracy is also a step above. Especially in terms of self-protection, it is deeply loved by many people.

And this time, they did not disappoint their owners.

Plop!

Everyone heard the sound of the projectile hitting and knocking down the opponent, and also saw the blurry shadow falling to the ground in the distance.

Karl smiled, gave a thumbs-up gesture to the cavalryman who was shooting behind him, and then waved his hand.

Immediately, Karl's deputy led five cavalrymen forward.

Karl and others were on guard while watching their own people's exploration.

This is not a temporary assignment, but a rotation.

Each time, Karl or his deputy will be the leader, and the remaining five people will take turns to go out from their team.

There is nothing special at this time, even if Karl is a noble.

Ares doesn't like cowards.

Soldiers will not obey a coward.

After Carl's deputy led five people into the fog, the diffuse fog suddenly rolled up and became thicker. The pine forests and roads that could be seen dimly completely disappeared.

Moreover, the mist seemed to come alive, rushing towards the cavalry.

Karl's heart tightened, and he immediately spoke to remind his men.

"Notice!"

With a loud shout, Karl clenched the sword again, and the ruby ​​​​on the sword's hilt bloomed with light.

Immediately, the rolling mist stopped in front of the team, but a vine escaped everyone's sight and came to the feet of his horse silently, and then, like a poisonous snake jumping up. Like, stabbing Karl in the back.

Carl was completely unaware of all this.

But his war horse sensed it, kicked its hooves, and avoided the surprise attack very deftly.

Karl, on the other hand, waved the long sword in his hand in unison.

Click!

The vine was cut off directly.

A flame ignited from the cut where the green juice flowed out, and spread at an unimaginable speed. The severed section was quickly burned to ashes, while the section with the root was completely consumed by the flames. surrounded.

ah!

Everyone was thankful to hear the screams.

After completing a reload and the second echelon of musketeers, the muzzles were instantly pointed there.

Karl touched the neck of his horse gratefully.

This wasn't the first time his horse had saved him.

Every time is such a dangerous moment.

Because of this, he was more and more willing to sleep with his horse.

Therefore, at the age of thirty, he is still alone.

Feeling Karl's touch, the war horse paved its hooves, telling Karl the uneasiness in his heart.

Something is coming!

Leave quickly!

"What?"

"What's wrong with Finissa?"

Karl, who should have been able to communicate without any problems, could not hear clearly what his horse Fenisha was saying at this moment, just like someone was talking to you when you suddenly had tinnitus.

Something is coming!

Leave quickly!

Fenisha was getting more and more impatient in her heart. She could feel something terrifying coming closer. Moreover, Karl, who had bad intentions and had a close connection with her, was affected before the other party even got close.

And it can do nothing.

This caused Finissa to start neighing.

It hopes to inform Carl in this way.

"Finisha, what are you talking about?"

Karl still couldn't hear clearly, but this did not prevent him from discovering the abnormality.

But inexplicably, he couldn't take any correct measures.

Even, no instructions can be issued.

Because he felt that this was the right thing to do.

What was strange before?

Yes, an illusion.

Well, it's just an illusion.

"Hey, Hada, why are you pointing your guns at me?"

Karl looked at his men in confusion.

At this time, his men were looking at him eagerly.

The blade was pointed at him.

The gun was also pointed at him.

No one spoke, and a ferocious smile appeared on the face hidden under the mask.

Karl wanted to say something else.

However, the war horse Fenisha no longer waited. She kicked the ground with all four hooves and started galloping with her master. She did not move forward or backward, but rushed up the hillside on one side.

The grinning soldiers did not pursue him.

They changed their goals.

They looked at their colleagues around them.

Then……

The sword was raised high.

The arquebus fired.

Blood soaked the frozen soil, and thick fog rushed up. When the fog dissipated, an elite cavalry team just disappeared. No one knew what happened.

No!

wrong!

Someone...well, an evil spirit knows.

The superior evil spirit hiding underground witnessed the entire process, and its brows furrowed tightly.

"There are other existences?"

The upper evil spirit said to himself in his heart.

The handwriting just now was not the previous line of sight. In fact, that line of sight disappeared directly when it discovered that it would meet this cavalry.

However, that line of sight disappeared.

But something else appeared.

A bloodthirsty guy.

The other person is not satisfied yet, the other person is still looking for it.

Unfortunately, the other party couldn't lock it.

"blind."

The superior evil spirit commented, and then, without hesitation, told his boss what he had just seen.

As for what happens next?

Naturally, he followed his boss's orders.

But before that, it can lie quietly in this land for a while.

Although it won't be too long, you can lie down for a while.

pity……

No sun.

It would be better if you have a glass of juice.

I really want to hear the sound of the waves.

…

The galloping carriage arrived at Sika City in the afternoon.

It was said to be a city, but to Kieran, it seemed like a town.

The only difference is that the city wall is tall enough and thick enough, and there are enough patrols.

"As a transit point between Etantinople and Morsa, Sika City is very safe and quite prosperous. Of course, it is incomparable to Etantinople."

Boll, who had just returned to the carriage, took the initiative to introduce.

With Karl's name, the soldiers at the city gate did not stop him in any way. Even if they saw the trophies and prisoners on the roof of the car, they chose to turn a blind eye.

"The name of Mr. Karl is more useful than I thought."

"What a nice guy. May he be safe."

After Bol finished speaking, he knocked on the car window behind him.

"Ashcano, let's go directly to the 'Yanan Hotel'. I booked a room there in advance."

"Okay, Mr. Ball."

It was obviously not the first time for the bodyguard to come to Sika City. He turned the carriage around with ease and headed towards the destination.

"The owner of 'Yanan Hotel' is very enthusiastic. I have been here once before and I still remember it vividly."

"So, this time I booked a private room in the hotel. We will revise here for a day, sell the loot, and replenish supplies before setting off."

"If you have nothing to do, you can hang around here. After all, as a transit point between Etantinople and Morsa, the market in Sika City is still worth a visit."

"There will be a lot of good things being sold here, and not everyone is willing to go to Morsa."

As Bol said, he took out a bulging money bag from the secret compartment of the carriage and handed it to Kieran's hand.

gold.

100 pieces.

As soon as Kieran touched the money bag, he got accurate information.

"There are 70-80 pieces of loot that belong to you. This is considered an advance payment to you. After I deal with the prisoner of war, we will calculate the general ledger."

Bol explained.

"Um."

Qin Ran nodded.

He is not worried that Bol will cheat him.

Because the other party is not stupid.

After putting away the money bag, Kieran looked outside the carriage.

It was a fairly neat street. There was nothing unsightly on the street, but the corners were full of people. Kieran naturally averted his gaze.

Many vendors shuttle here.

As the largest transit point between Etantinople and Morsa, everything is lacking here, except for merchants and goods. Camel carts, caravans, and dense merchants make up this crowded street. , soldiers wearing leather armor kept walking by the car, scolding the merchants who piled items haphazardly, and at the same time, their eyes scanned everything around them, as if they were ready to take action at any time.

Their main target is not businessmen.

Instead, they followed the businessmen and mixed in with some of them.

Wanted criminals, robbers, and bandits are their targets.

As for some local guys?

These soldiers were obviously turning a blind eye. Qin Ran saw several golden fingers crowded in the crowd like fishes in water. While doing their work, he did not forget to say hello to the soldiers.

In this regard, Qin Ran didn't mind his own business.

Every place has its own rules.

He is happy to follow these rules.

The premise is that you don't violate his rules.

"There is a lot less evil atmosphere in the city."

"Although it's still there, it's not as scary as the heavy fog in the wilderness."

"but……"

"Other aspects have changed!"

Qin Ran looked up at the surrounding sky. The evil aura here seemed to have been dispersed by the crowd, and there was only a little bit of it, but the remaining evil aura attracted Kieran's attention even more.

Because, in Kieran's eyes.

These remaining evil things are even more vivid.

To put it simply, the evil atmosphere of the wilderness is dull and lifeless.

And in front of you?

But it's alive!

Very vivid.

"Cult sacrifice?"

Qin Ran guessed.

At this time, the superior evil spirit transmitted everything he saw to Kieran's mind.

Qin Ran frowned.

It’s not that the upper-level evil spirits didn’t do a good enough job.

But in his extraordinary [Tracking] vision, the residual evil aura that he just saw grew more than a circle at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, more of the evil aura belonging to the wilderness was attracted to Sika City, and was quietly distributed to Sika City.

This process is very fast.

But not silently.

But no one noticed except Qin Ran.

include……

The Temple of War in Sika City.

In Kieran's field of vision, it was still very bright and dazzling.

However, it was silent.

Kieran's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched all these changes.