Act 75 Night Attack (Part 1)

An acquaintance, Kaos——"

The man wearing a black knight training uniform looked at a bonfire dotted in the dark forest under the rolling mountains from a distance. The Gray Wolf Mercenary Group seemed to be sleeping in a large cradle. There was silence in the direction of the camp. Only the wind from the west sea sneaked into the night, making the forest respond to the rustling sound.

It seems to be sea waves.

It's like some monster is screaming far away in the forest, and the roar can be heard far away.

The tall monster dragged the bloody corpse of a female sentry out of the woods with its huge bone claws - if Brando could recognize it here, he had seen this female hunter from the mountain people in the afternoon. . But at this moment, it also turned into a lifeless corpse. The monster's empty chest made a clicking sound. The orange flames in its eye sockets flashed, and it was somewhat dissatisfied with the understatement of the knight in black. "It's not your turn to teach me a lesson, little one."

The monster's voice was so dry and squeaky that it reminded people of clockwork that had been in disrepair for many years.

It straightened up and dropped the body casually. The dead mercenary fell into a bush like a rag doll, and the crackling sound of branches breaking extended for thirty-four feet. However, it is too far away from the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group's camp, and it is difficult for this sound to reach such a long distance - especially on a windy night.

The knight in black still frowned and glanced at his companion——

He saw a group of ghostly blue, glowing translucent spiders screaming and swooping down from the tree crown...

…

There was a soft sound of "Paota".

Brando was startled for a moment, looking at the card that fell out of his pocket and lay flat on the ground under the lamp. The card had turned gray - it was the Sylph Spider and had entered the cemetery. But instead of feeling heartache, he picked up the card, was stunned, and immediately raised his head and put out the lamp. The surroundings became pitch black, and the farthest light outside the tent was a hundred feet away.

So fast.

He felt a little off guard.

In the evening, the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group selected this camp in a mountain col that was sheltered from the wind. Brando suggested to 'Maned Wolf Macaro' that it would be best for the two of them to be slightly farther apart to avoid suspicion of each other. Although Macaro and Buga were slightly surprised, they readily agreed. Brando didn't trust them, and they couldn't trust the young man's subordinates, so the two sides with their own agendas reached a consensus.

But Macaro would never have expected that Brando would use this reason to escape in the middle of the night.

The young man got out of the tent and shrank slightly as his skin came into contact with the cold air. Although the mountains of Chablis were immersed in scorching heat throughout the long day, the temperature dropped sharply in the canyon at night. Travelers were not prepared If you use a tent or sleeping bag, you will still catch the cold. Then he glanced left and right, and several longing figures in the distance could not escape his perception. Although Brando had not received professional training, the perception of 3.7 energy levels was equivalent to those with extraordinary talents for ordinary people. He is a person who can hear the sound of a needle hitting the ground a hundred meters away in the silent night.

He thought to himself that it looked like Macaro was just suspicious of them and had no ill intentions towards their group.

After confirming that there was no one else nearby, he cautiously got out. The young man was now fully armed, wearing nail armor, carrying all necessary weapons and tools, and dragging a backpack with one hand, which contained necessary water and food. Then he approached a tent not far away and patted the cloth. After about a few seconds, a curious voice came from inside:

"Brando?"

"Roman, why are you here!" Brando had a black line on his face. He confirmed again and again that this was indeed Antitina's tent.

"What a surprise!" The businesswoman laughed softly in the tent, feeling a little proud.

"Surprise your size."

Brando turned back angrily and saw Antitina emerging from Roman's tent while pulling her hair.

She looked a little apologetic, but Brando knew that if Roman had any ideas, he would not care what other people thought. He sighed and apologized to the noble lady: "Sorry to trouble you..."

Antitina was stunned.

A slight smile immediately appeared on the face of the noble daughter. She glanced at the tent behind Brando and said, "I can tell, Lord, you really like Miss Roman." She mouthed .

Brando nodded.

He followed the temperament of the business lady, not only because he felt kind to such a girl with an unrestrained temper, but this kind of kindness may come from Brando's soul. On the other hand, Miss Roman was the first close person he met when he came to this world, and he had a special feeling for her.

What's more, this business lady is smart and free-spirited, so few people would dislike her.

Although Brando is only nineteen years old in this life, the two souls in his body determine that he is no longer the shy young man. He understands what he should pursue and what responsibilities he should bear. He opened a corner of the tent door and saw the businesswoman looking at him with a charming smile.

"Ready?" he asked.

Roman and Antitina both nodded.

Brando raised his head, as if following his movements, more than a dozen figures emerged from more than a dozen tents around him. Without talking to each other, they began to pack up their tents quietly. Although these mercenaries were fully armed with various metal weapons hanging on their belts, there was no sound during his movements. Not sent out either.

It was the first time for Antitina to see Brando's 'summoned from cards' men, but a hint of wonder soon flashed through her bright eyes: What a group of well-trained mercenaries, he is Where did you find these people?

Lubis's mercenaries were able to leave a great reputation in the long history of history, so naturally they were not in vain. A type of creature summoned by the Destiny Card symbolizes a collection of concepts. In other words, these twelve mercenaries are a group of 'heroic spirits' that best reflect the advantages of Lubis mercenaries, such as loyalty, honor, high morale, and discipline. Strict and not afraid of death and pain like real creatures, they are probably the best soldiers that have ever appeared in this world.

Unfortunately, Brando thinks the number is still too small.

But even so, it was enough to make Antitina speechless. She quickly couldn't help but touch her cheek, and then looked at Brando, as if she was dreaming.

——It’s not like this noble daughter has never come into contact with mercenaries. Nobles will deal with these guys more or less because of their own industries. Of course, except for those ruffians and scum, most mercenaries have more or less some relationship with soldiers. connect.

But that's all.

The best mercenary Antitina has ever seen is the Gray Wolf mercenary group that she has been getting along with these past few days. The team led by 'Maned Wolf' Macaro will naturally not be ordinary people, and can be compared with Bran. Comparing these twelve people in Duoshou, there is simply a huge difference. The inherent looseness of mercenaries cannot be seen in these people. They seem to have something that is difficult to see in mercenaries——

The girl frowned. She couldn't confirm what it was for a moment.

But then a flash of inspiration struck her, and she remembered what the difference was—pride and a sense of honor. She took a breath. Very few mercenaries who relied on fighting to make a living would always maintain a sacred sense of honor for their profession, which was more similar to a knight's sense of honor. She couldn't help but glance at Brando again, and she suddenly concluded that these people were not mercenaries at all, but retainers brought out by the young man from his family.

The more she thought about it, the more certain she became.

A young aristocrat leaving his family to carve out a world of his own is like a plot described in a legendary story. So much so that when she first heard Brando say this, she still had a little yearning - after all, everyone has a spirit of yearning for romance and adventure in their hearts. Even Antitina, who received the most orthodox education since she was a child, is no exception.

The story of assisting a young knight who made a fortune from scratch and eventually made a fortune was an irresistible temptation for a girl of her age who had received such a level of education.

But now it seems that this lord is not completely starting from scratch——

She was a little surprised as if she had discovered a little secret, but of course she was not upset about it. On the contrary, the noble daughter was relieved - she convinced herself that this at least showed that Brando was prepared and was not the kind of blind green knight who only wanted to imitate the ancients and was full of passion.

But Brando obviously didn't expect that his subordinates would have so many associations just by seeing a group of 'card soldiers' under him. Of course, if he knew what Antitina was thinking at the moment, he would definitely find a way to do it a few more times, so that he might be able to gather a lot of extremely loyal retainers without any effort.

But he didn't have the heart to care about that at the moment.

He soon found himself in a bit of trouble. Twelve Lubis mercenaries quickly packed up the camp here, but when they gathered together and were waiting for the next order, Brando suddenly noticed two figures coming from the gray wolf in the distance. The mercenary group's camp came over. He immediately frowned, and he had already clearly seen one of the two approaching figures——

It was Reddy, a young man with white hair.

Brando immediately wondered if the other party had noticed the movement here, but he immediately suppressed this suspicion because the two people were obviously not walking towards them. He calculated the opponent's route, and it should be between their camp and the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group's camp. He was slightly startled - these two guys want to go outside the camp?

Traitor?

Brando immediately thought of a possibility.