maritime…
The general's words immediately reminded Xia Ya. Speaking of which, he and Kevin encountered obstacles when they were riding north, and the team of archers hiding on the hillside did not look like Odin.
From the perspective of individual soldier quality, those archers are obviously not much different from the Odins in appearance. They do not have the burly and tall stature of the Odins. Although they appear to be very powerful, the difference in height cannot be erased.
It's not to say that the Odins are not short in stature - it's just that the equipment of that team of archers is too "sophisticated" compared to the Odins.
Each of them is equipped with light and delicate metal armor, and the standard is obviously not what Odin can have - it does not mean that Odin does not have archers wearing armor, but the Odin Empire has always required metal forging and craftsmanship. Far behind the Byzantine Empire, in general, the weapons and equipment of Odin warriors only focus on two characteristics: thick and heavy.
The backward metal forging process makes the Odins not equipped with large-scale and well-equipped armors. Only in their elite legions will soldiers be equipped with high-quality metal armors to strengthen their defenses. In addition, most of the soldiers of Odin's army are mainly leather armor.
There is also the weapon. For those enemies that Xia Ya encountered, every archer used a high-quality horn bow. This bow is equipped with threads on the bow angle, which can adjust the bow string and assist the archer with the equipment belt. Arm strength consumption - this kind of craftsmanship is not something that the Odins can have. Although you can also spend money to buy these weapons and equipment, the individual quality of that team of archers is not outstanding compared to the Odin warriors. There is no reason to spend a lot of money on the rare equipment among these Odin people to arm A team of average quality.
The most important thing is the melee weapons of those archers. They are all double-edged daggers, about one meter long, light and sharp. The Odins rarely use such daggers to fight. The Odins, who are tall and have outstanding physical physique, have always liked to flaunt their bravery. They prefer heavy combat weapons such as axes, hammers or two-handed great swords. Most of the Odins disdain to use such a short sword.
Finally, the archers' shooting skills - to hit the running horse team, it is not something that can be done just by practicing for a month or two! The training of archers is more difficult than that of ordinary fighters. And the Odins were never good at bows and arrows...
"Hmph, it seems to be the neighbor at sea." Adric's face was gloomy, the scars on his face seemed to be twisted, and his eyes were full of suffocation: "Every time we fight with the Odins, there are always shadows of these pirates. ."
Char is not unfamiliar with the "pirates" Adric said - on the contrary, he is very familiar with it!
In Wildfire Town, Aunt Sofia, who had been his dream lover for many years in her youth, her husband, the one-eyed tavern owner, was a guy from the sea.
In the sea to the west of the mainland, there is an island country on the sea. Its land area is only the size of one or two counties of Byzantium. However, because of its unique geographical location, that country can often stay out of the battle between the two great empires.
The country of pirates is the nickname of the Byzantines for this country. In fact, this country is not a pirate den, and their civilization is not inferior to that of Byzantium. However, as a country at sea, they are not good at land warfare, but Famous in the world for their navy, they have huge maritime power, countless fleets of warships, they are outside the mainland, they can trade with the two empires at the same time, but they avoid most of the wars caused by continental hegemony loss. The sea trade provided them with great wealth, and it was a country known for its cunning and adventurous spirit.
Of course... Mainlanders are not fools. Such a kingdom on the sea has always played a role in fuelling the war between the two mainland empires, and sometimes played the role of weapons dealers during the war... War with Continents shed blood to nourish their country.
"Hmph, in the last war, these pirates were still on our side. This time, they actually sent troops to help the Odins." Adrick's brows were furrowed.
Looking at the gloomy expression on the general's face, Xi Ya understood that the general seemed to be troubled by an important issue, but Xi Ya was not a Byzantine after all, and he couldn't understand that standing in Adric's position was for a country other than this war. These troubles of secret battles with countries.
After a while, Adric came back to his senses, and he smiled casually: "Okay, you go to rest, boy, you did a very good job this time. Your task next is to recover from the injury, if you If you recover quickly, you might be able to catch up with this war.”
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Xia Ya was carried back from the tent, and he didn't think about the "sea" issue any more—these things were probably the things that the generals were worried about.
Together with Sharba and Cato, he was treated as wounded soldiers, all three of whom were seriously injured and temporarily lost their ability to continue fighting. That night, the three of them and the remnants of the 3rd Banner Regiment left the front line and walked south. They would return to the station near Wildfire Town for repairs.
Butler, the flag officer of the Third Banner Regiment, also went south with the team to repair because of his injury. Although this silver-haired man was unwilling to give birth, the two arrows in his chest made it difficult for him to ride a horse now, and was strictly ordered by Adric. Under the helpless can only retreat with the team.
Because he couldn't ride a horse, Butler and Char and other seriously wounded soldiers were lying in the carriage together. The silver-haired man seemed to be very depressed because he was defeated by the ambush.
It doesn't matter to Xiaya - to be honest, until now, deep in his heart, he didn't have much thought about winning or losing this war: anyway, he is not a Byzantine, the Byzantine Empire and the Odin Empire, who will win this war , it doesn't seem to make much difference to him. The previous few times of desperate efforts were purely due to the courage that erupted because he was in the 13th Cavalry Regiment and could not abandon his companions.
To be precise, until now, Char has no sense of belonging to the Byzantine Empire, and his sense of belonging is only based on the 13th Cavalry Regiment itself.
The injury this time made Xi Ya suffer a lot, although the medical officer in the army gave him medicine and dealt with the wound. But the power of the arrow in him is really amazing - after so many things, at the moment when the arrow was hit, it was the first time that Xia Ya really smelled the smell of death at such a close distance.
That arrow easily pierced the dragon scale that Xi Ya thought was unbreakable! Such power left a deep shock in Xia Ya's heart! He reminded himself that dragon scales are not omnipotent!
The power of that arrow is not just to shoot through the dragon scales. Xia Ya knows very well that this arrow has caused serious damage to his body. In the past, his physique was not as strong as a human being, and he was not incapacitated in the past. I have been injured, but after each injury, the injury will heal at an amazing speed: for example, the burns on the wildfire field before, but it took two days to recover.
But this time, the wound that was shot through the chest was blurred with blood, and the splintered wound still did not heal after a night. Only the medicine was used to suppress the deterioration of the wound - as if Char's perverted recovery ability was suppressed. .
He carefully recalled every detail of the moment when the arrow was hit: At that moment, a cold air seemed to completely pierce his chest, and then the cold air spread all over his chest, and he could even clearly feel the madness of the cold air. The skills of your own body! When he came back for treatment, the medical officer was forced to cut a large piece of frozen flesh from his chest with a knife! Moreover, at that time, the flesh and blood of the wound had been completely necrotic, and a black mass of cold air could not be removed from the skin, so it could only be cut off. Moreover, when cutting, those black cold air had a tendency to spread faintly—if If Xia Ya came back later, or received treatment later, I'm afraid he really died.
It was not until the third day on the road that Xia Ya felt that his body function was faintly recovering.
It seemed that his powerful recovery ability had been suppressed by the strange cold air that had invaded his body before. As the cold air gradually dissipated, the powerful recovery ability of his body was finally released.
One night, Xia Ya stayed up all night, enduring the itch caused by the frantic growth of the wound healing and muscle growth. The next morning, while the companion next to him hadn't woken up, Xia Ya quietly pulled off the bandage and looked at it. The wound, the color of the wound has returned to normal, and the degree of muscle healing has gradually recovered.
He breathed a sigh of relief...
Tu Turtle is not a broad-minded person. Although he can't say that he will be punished, the education that the old guy gave him since he was a child is: if others bully you, you must bully back!
When he was fifteen years old, he met a bear in the mountains. At that time, half of his shoulder was smashed by the bear's slap. The young turtle escaped all the way with his strong physique. Afterwards, he recuperated for several days and practiced his axe skills hard for half a year. That winter, he ran into the mountains and spent two days lurking in the place where the bears were haunted, and finally cut off the bear's head with his own hands!
The money from the sale of the bear bile allowed the father and son to drink wine for a month.
(No matter who that guy is, he shot me this arrow, I wrote it down!)
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Although Xiaya tried his best to keep a low profile, on the sixth day, he was able to get up and move, and he couldn't bear the boredom of lying on the carriage, lying in such a small place every day, listening to the creaky rolling of the wheels, Although it was interesting to talk nonsense with Shalbakato next to him, the turtle also felt that he was being held back and was about to rust.
On the sixth day, he insisted on getting out of the carriage.
By the way, due to the honorable injury of Tu Bing, he retired to the second line, and his squire, His Excellency the Magician Dodoro, was lucky enough to get the opportunity to leave the front line. The magician knows very well that with his own abilities, he must be a cannon fodder when he goes to the battlefield. He has seen the terrifying fighting power of the Odin warriors, and he does not think that his thin body can fight that kind of enemy hand-to-hand.
(Besides, I am a noble magician, and noble magicians have never been good at melee combat.)
Now that the owner of the turtle is injured, Duoduo, who is a squire, naturally has an excuse to leave the battlefield with him: he is a squire, and the squire must be with the master to take care of him.
(Uh, God bless, I hope this turtle will be hurt often in the future... )
Dodoro sat on the horse and prayed sincerely.
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"Dodoro!"
While the convoy stopped to rest, Xi Ya got off the carriage and walked a few steps reluctantly. Although the wound was still painful, the slow walking was no longer a hindrance. He immediately summoned his "loyal" entourage.
Dodoro's wretched face was immediately filled with a respectful and humble smile: "Yes, my master."
Xia squinted at the guy: "You keep saying that you are a magician, I have a question that I need someone to answer for me..."
Dotolo immediately puffed out his chest: "Of course, every magician is knowledgeable!"
Xia Ya took a deep breath, stood on the back of the horse, carefully described the process of his arrow shot, and then lowered his voice: "You have seen that dragon too! You should know how hard the dragon scales are, but The guy who attacked me with a cold arrow, shot the dragon scales in one blow! The most annoying thing is that I didn't see any arrows! I need someone to explain this situation to me, is this some kind of magic? "
Dotolo blinked his eyelids twice and thought about it for a while. Just when Xia Ya showed an impatient expression, the magician quickly searched out some knowledge about this aspect from his mind.
"Well, honorable master, according to what you said, I think the bastard who attacked you might be a high-level warrior. I heard that there are some high-level warriors. It's not a legend that the entity causes damage to the enemy, but it's true. I saw such a master with my own eyes when I was in Osgilia, uh... It's just that it can materialize Dou Qi, unless it reaches the eighth level. It can only be done at the level of a samurai. But…”
"But what?" Xia frowned.
The magician swallowed and his face was a little ugly: "However, even an eighth-level warrior can condense fighting energy into a physical injury, but there is a distance limit. I have seen high-level warriors and people in Osgilia. In a duel, you can materialize the fighting qi and turn it into a pure fighting qi lightsaber, but once you leave your hand, that is to say, if it is a long-range attack by throwing or other methods, you can reach a distance of up to ten steps, no matter how far it is. If you do, the grudge will dissipate…”
Xia Ya touched his chin, his face didn't seem to have changed much, but a strange light flashed in his eyes: "A dozen steps... You mean, that arrow is not a real arrow, but condensed with fighting qi. ? But the place where the arrow was shot must be more than a dozen steps away... Could it be that the guy who shot me is more powerful?"
Dotolo showed a rare serious expression on his face, shook his head and said, "This is not necessarily true. After all, the masters of the samurai type are good at melee combat. Not to mention the eighth-level samurai, even the ninth-level samurai is very good. It's hard to materialize Dou Qi, and hurt people at a distance of tens of meters—maybe it can be done. After all, I have never seen a ninth-level samurai shoot. But come to think of it, even if a ninth-level samurai can hurt people with Dou Qi at a distance of dozens of meters, the Dou Qi Without the control of the body, it will inevitably spread and weaken when it reaches dozens of meters away, and the power will be reduced, and it is impossible to pierce the dragon scales to such an extent."
The magician thought about it for a while, and then said in a low voice, "On the continent, perhaps only the legendary warriors of the saint level who can defeat ten thousand can achieve this level."
"Holy rank?" The turtle obviously had no knowledge in this area: "Could this bastard who attacked me be a sanctified man?"
Dodo Luo was very disdainful in his heart: If the opponent is a saint-level warrior, killing you is like killing a chicken, do you still need a sneak attack? However, Duoduo would never dare to say such words in person, but the expression on his face became more and more respectful: "There are only a handful of saint-level powerhouses on the mainland, and the bastard you encountered here can't be saint-level. Moreover, every saint-level warrior is a very proud person, probably... uh, probably..."
"Probably won't do something like a sneak attack." Xia laughed and patted Dodoro on the shoulder: "If you have something to say, just say it."
Then he frowned: "But as you said, how do you explain the guy who attacked me?"
"This..." Duoduo quickly explained, "I'm talking about the warriors of the warrior class. After all, the warrior class is good at melee combat, so they can shoot through dragon scales at a distance of tens of meters. To this extent, it seems that a sneak attack on your The person is probably not a pure samurai guy. I think about it, most of them are a magic master."
"The magician is different from the samurai, the magician is best at long-range attack. It is very difficult for the samurai to shoot tens of meters with the condensed vindictive energy, but for the magician, it can be done with magic. Well, according to What you said, the damage you suffered has a strange freezing effect, and I am more certain that the other party is a magician, because the additional freezing effect of this attack is obviously a magical attribute."
"But... a magician can shoot through my dragon scales dozens of meters away, isn't it a lot stronger than a samurai?"
Dotara naturally wanted to nod. He has always been proud of his identity as a magician. In his heart, he naturally believed that a magician was far stronger than a samurai—at least in terms of the nobility of his identity.
However, just as he was about to nod his head, he suddenly saw the expression of this turtle that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the magician suddenly moved in his heart: This master is a standard warrior! If he dared to answer like this, wouldn't it mean to say that his squire was more noble than his master? If you really dare to say that, I am afraid that you will suffer after saying it.
He quickly shook his head, thought for a moment, and smiled bitterly: "Well, that's not what you said. Your dragon scale's own defensive ability may be relatively simple. Although it is very hard, it only means that its physical defense is very strong. The sword cannot be cut. But the magic defense is very general. If it is a living dragon, the dragon scales on the dragon will naturally have magic resistance, but the dragon scales that are peeled off are only themselves. The texture is hard, but it has no magic resistance. After all, you are not a dragon... Maybe ordinary fighting qi can't cut through your dragon scales, but it is very likely that an intermediate magician can directly penetrate it with magic, Because it doesn't have much magic defense capability right now."
"In other words, do you think that the one who hurt me was an Odin's magician?" Xiaya touched his chin.
"Uh... It's not called a magician in the Odin Empire, it's called a priest..." Dodoro sighed.
Xia thought for a while, and then looked at Dodoro with a much kinder look.
(Well, it seems that this guy is still useful, not a waste who can't work on white rice.)
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On the afternoon of the seventh day, I finally returned to the station north of Wildfire Town. At this moment, the station was basically empty. Only an auxiliary escort battalion and logistics transport team remained.
The main battle flag regiment of the 13th Corps had set out for the north four days ago, including the second flag regiment with the strongest combat effectiveness among the 13th cavalry regiment—that was all 2,000 heavily armored cavalry!
Of course, there was another important person who stayed at the station in the name of staying in the camp - the observation envoy from Osgilia, the beautiful Sir Bonfret.
I heard that the observation envoy suddenly fell ill the day before the main battle force set off for the north, so he naturally stayed behind to take up the work of staying behind.
However, it is also said that on the second day after the troops set out to go north, this gentleman took the guards he brought from the imperial capital out to hunt in the surrounding woods...
Of course, these things have nothing to do with Xia Ya for the time being. The only thing he did after returning to the station was to meditate and cultivate. The front line was hundreds of miles away from here. For the time being, the war seemed to be far away from the turtles. now...
The bald man didn't come back, and Xia lived alone in the tent. After going through a life-and-death test, the turtle began to rack his brains.
The first problem that needs to be solved in his mind is that powerful "crimson murderous aura"!
No matter what, he used the crimson murderous aura twice by mistake, and the amazing power shocked Xiaya in his heart! Such a powerful trick, if you can fully understand the control, then your own strength is not...
Next time you meet a magician who sneaks up on you, just cut that bastard in half!
Sitting alone in the tent, Xiaya pinched the spar and fell into contemplation...
I have to say that our native turtle is not a fool, although he doesn't know how to use this magic spar correctly, but at least, he... has heard many stories.
In the taverns of Wildfire Town, there are often some wandering bards and the like passing by. These guys seem to have no bullshit skills, but they always tell some legendary stories that make people feel Fifi, in order to deceive some wine to drink.
In those stories, those legendary heroes will also unintentionally get some strange treasures, some magical equipment, holy swords, magic gems and so on.
Haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run yet
At least, the experiences of the legendary heroes in those stories gave Xi Ya many, many valuable references.
Staring at this gray stone, after a long time of transporting it, Xia Ya had an idea in her heart...
Do you want me to eat this thing
Oh shit! Will it be indigestion or directly choked to death
Hesitating for a long time while holding the stone, Xiaya gave up this too dangerous idea.
"Uh... Is it to drip blood and let the blood merge?" Xia Ya stabbed a hole in his finger without hesitation, and let the blood drip on the stone...
It's been a while...
Another time has passed...
Just a little while longer...
Xia wrapped her fingers in grief and indignation...
(Damn, the legends are all lies!! If this goes on like this, I will first lose too much blood and die!!)
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Xia Ya stared at the stone, and when his eyes began to sting, he pulled out the fire fork.
(It really doesn't work, just cut it open and see?)
At this moment, suddenly, an emotionless dry voice sounded very suddenly in my mind.
"idiot!"