Chapter 383 Kill, Build Jingguan

Jorah never wanted to be a slave, but resistance was a foolish act, which was a provocation to the lord's majesty. The best choice was to wait for his fate.

But waiting for his fate would mean losing the initiative.

Jorah didn't like being passive, and he wanted to survive in death. He thought more and did more, which was why he could become a legendary mercenary. However, his personal force could not reverse the situation on the battlefield, so he ended up like this.

And the bright girl in front of him might be his only chance to escape.

She might not be a traditional noble, because there were very few nobles with black hair and brown eyes, but her status must be noble - those iron soldiers who killed people on the battlefield were respectful to her, just like seeing their own mother.

She called the ruler's name directly, and it must be someone around the lord, wearing a soft and white linen lining and a knitted long skirt, leading a donkey, standing there. This demeanor must be spoiled.

Jorah did the right thing.

Because of Borg, Gweil had complicated feelings for the mercenaries, and she immediately felt sympathy.

She said, "This profession is not good."

The mercenary asked back, "Miss, one with a sword and one without a sword, who do you think is evil?"

Gweil thought for a moment and said, "People without swords are not evil, because they cannot protect themselves and cannot harm others. As for those with swords... it depends on the direction they swing their swords."

Gweil's answer was beyond Jorah's expectations. He thought that a naive noble girl would not be very knowledgeable, but the fact was obviously not the case.

Jorah seized every opportunity, and he suddenly knelt on one knee like a knight and said: "I petition the gods for a trial by combat, and let them judge my sins."

The guard immediately shouted: "Lord Gweil, trial by combat is a rule only for knights, and the winner will be forgiven of all sins. This old mercenary is very cunning, I don't think you have to agree to him!"

Gweil glanced at the guard, and she nodded slowly: "I will go and tell Roman."

Jorah was overjoyed and said: "Miss, you are kind and kind, I really want to be the guardian knight of you and Lord Roman."

"Shut up! You idiot! You are not worthy of saying this now!" The guard thought he had failed to prevent Gweil from being deceived, so he was particularly angry.

Jorah was beaten back, and when he saw Gweil turning around and leaving with the donkey, he felt relieved.

As long as the trial by combat was held, he would win with his strength-unless the blasphemer sent a white knight. But this possibility is very small.

If you win the trial by combat, you will be free. Jorah thought. But gaining freedom is just the beginning. The rise of Roman the Blasphemer is unstoppable. It is better to switch sides and survive as soon as possible.

The Lord of the Valley is powerful and has a strong army. This war has proved that it is a towering tree in troubled times and is worth relying on.

Even if it is destroyed in the future storm, the mercenaries can adjust their positions and stand in line according to the situation.

Jorah knows that the knights of war are cruel, bloodthirsty, and cold war machines, but they only value loyalty. The knights often say "loyalty is priceless."

Among them, the guardian knights standing at the top are the worst, and they regard loyalty as their own life.

But Jorah is not a glorious guardian knight. He is just a mercenary with a pair of green eyes like an old wild cat. He is an ungrateful wolf.

Jorah stayed in the slave pile and waited quietly for good news from Gweil. In the night, his green eyes gradually closed, waiting for the moment to escape.

At that time, he will not hesitate to show his cheap loyalty.

...

Roman was busy all the time.

Looking at the overall situation, there is no threat in the middle and lower parts, only the upper road has caused some harassment to the city of Plenty.

The troops he deployed on the upper road suffered heavy losses, only a small part of them returned by chance, and the lives and deaths of the remaining soldiers are unknown, and the casualties are unknown.

According to the logic of war, the elite of the army was defeated, and the rest of the mob would disperse until they evacuated the war zone.

But the mercenaries are not ordinary people. They are scattered in the vast wilderness, and their aggressiveness has greatly increased. Some people don’t know about the defeat of Makor, and still think they are in a great advantage. They follow East’s orders and attack the city of Plenty.

Now there are thousands of mercenaries from all walks of life in the outside world at night, which is the last threat.

But the more this time, the more you can’t be anxious.

His main force has just experienced a great battle, running back and forth, exhausting their physical strength. Now is not a good time to attack.

Wait until dawn and rest for a night.

Jet dispatched troops and the main force that recovered some of its combat power was assembled again.

Most soldiers had sore muscles and stiff bones. They had assembled three times in three consecutive days and were about to go through the third battle. Now they could still wield their weapons, which was considered very resilient.

Roman was not feeling well either, and his face was full of sleepiness.

He had not slept all night because he had to deal with the aftermath and had to go out in person today.

This was mainly because Lord Roman had a strong sense of consciousness, like a lion, and naturally hated dangerous creatures that stepped into his territory. Whoever dared to stick his claws in, he wanted to cut off that claw.

In other words, how could he allow others to sleep soundly beside his bed!

Roman enjoyed this very much. He was young and energetic. He could greatly restore his spirit by taking a short nap and could still hold on.

The march was very boring.

The River Valley Army plowed the fields and searched for mercenaries along the way, leaving no room.

Green made a awning with his hands to block the golden morning sun. He looked into the distance and asked, "Is this the last battle?"

Roman glanced at him and said, "It's too early to say it's over."

He just wanted to develop and overwhelm them, but there were always people who jumped out and forced him to kill them.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to kill everyone yet.

Although the Black Iron Alliance was defeated, they could definitely launch a second attack by gathering the defeated troops. It might not be as strong as the first wave of offensive, but it should not be underestimated and should be taken seriously.

Green said confidently: "No matter how many times we come, the result is the same."

The main force of the valley advanced steadily in a fan-shaped manner and came to the battlefield yesterday. Someone shouted in the distance: "Found it..."

What was found was the body of a heavy-armored captain.

Roman led everyone on horseback and saw that the body had multiple knife wounds and a deformed head, but the facial features were vaguely visible. This person was ordered to stop the enemy, but was outnumbered and died here.

This is the side effect of war. If you can't exchange space for time, you can only exchange human lives for time.

Aaron, who was silent, suddenly spoke up: "I personally gave him the order."

Roman nodded gently and said: "I know, his name is Weimar."

Jet said indifferently: "The fate of a soldier is to die on the battlefield."

"Yohoo!" Green found his prey, let out a loud cry, and rushed out on horseback.

A few minutes later, Green came back with a lance, with a thin, possibly underage mercenary scout hanging on the tip of the lance. He said happily as if he had shot a rabbit: "We are here for revenge. We have to pay back what those mercenaries did to our people."

Roman snorted and raised his right hand: "Pass my order, go full speed, finish the battle as soon as possible and go back as soon as possible!"

"Long live His Highness!" someone shouted.

The originally low morale swelled up like a balloon.

They have the spirit and will of the ever-victorious army, which comes from hard training and repeated victories. When they saw the bones of their comrades, their first emotion was not sympathy for their own kind, but fuck it!

Needless to say, the course of this war was very brief.

The scattered soldiers encountered the regular army. If they fought guerrilla warfare, they might still have a chance of survival, but the home advantage was not on them.

Roman vowed to cut off all the foreign claws and not allow them to threaten the city of abundance!

Many mercenaries and islanders died in this sweep. Those who laid down their weapons became prisoners, and more enemies chose to escape.

The special forces and vanguard brigades pursued them in the wilderness. The mercenaries who escaped the butcher's knife were shocked to see the flags of thorn iron rings flying in their camp.

Damn! When we went to steal the house, our own house was stolen instead?

The outcome of this war was no surprise.

Roman soon learned that a captain named Ed gathered the remaining soldiers in the valley, totaling dozens of troops. They raided the mercenary camp, blocked their retreat, and caused great losses to the mercenaries.

Roman led the army and escorted the spoils back to the city of abundance. He looked tired, his eyes were sore, and he was swaying on his horse, as if his bones were falling apart.

"Roman! Roman!" Gweiler on the roadside waved vigorously.

There were not many people welcoming him in the City of Plenty, they were all patrol militias. Even in wartime, the laborers had things to do and had to be assigned work, so Gweiler was very conspicuous.

Roman rubbed his face and said with a smile: "Why are you here?"

"I'm waiting for you. Are you injured?"

"I'm fine." Roman held Gweiler's wrist and pulled her onto the horse.

Gweiler leaned on Roman's arms, turned his head and looked up and asked: "Roman, how are you going to treat these mercenaries?"

"Kill them, Zhujingguan." Roman said.

"Ah?"

"Any other questions?"

"A mercenary wants to request a trial by combat, let the gods judge his sins, and says he wants to become your knight."

"Kill him too, Zhujingguan."