With the relief after venting, I moved directly through the Kingdom of Jaen to my base in the Andrel region. Thinking about the damn woman who can only move 30 cm with her feet and her upper arms being fixed, I feel extremely satisfied.
When I was thinking about revenge on her, I kept recalling what Jerry said. I learned from him that the so-called fighting spirit is a kind of energy leakage, and this substance is infused into the surface of the sword, and the energy on the surface of the sword is emitted by swinging the sword at high speed and controlling the movement of the sword. Energy, or fighting spirit and speed are indispensable.
Now, I want to know, with her upper arms fixed, how can Feng Ya still perform at a level close to that of a Paladin? In addition, her feet are restricted in their movement distance and her upper body cannot be bent or twisted. I wonder if her current strength can still reach the level of a high-level swordsman
Add to that the spies that I had completely eradicated from the Empire, and her status as a street rat in the East Continent... Amen, I hope she doesn't die in a horrible way. After all, she and I were just a couple for one night, so praying for her is my duty. Maybe... Maybe she has already been drowned by the undead spirits that are chasing her.
"Sir, tell me... will that woman cause you any trouble in the future? If we let her return to the empire, her family may not be able to..." Shen Qiang was worried all the way. I, the newly appointed captain of the personal guard, finally couldn't help but express my concerns.
"What are you afraid of! Isn't she just a minister of education? With the ability I can exert now, am I not as good as a ******? Also, do you think she can return to the empire with her current appearance and strength? The pursuit of the undead army, the uninterrupted search of the two countries in the East Continent, the three checkpoints set up at both ends of the Andriel region and in Andriel City, plus the strict control of the East Continent coalition forces on the occupied territories of the empire, do you think she still has a chance to return to the empire
Then again, even if I let her return to the empire, what would happen? Could she be sure that I was the one who killed her subordinates and molested her? Humph, didn't you see that the people I brought with me this time were all my earliest brothers who had been through life and death together? Do you think they would betray me
Besides, if there is any disturbance in the imperial capital, won't our intelligence personnel who stay in the imperial capital send out the news? Will our troops not be able to survive if they leave the Kastek Empire? Think about what you have suffered in Kastek City before! There is no country that treats you as human beings. Even if we leave them, it is not an unforgivable sin. "
After explaining it easily, I immediately focused on modifying the weapons to deal with the army of undead. Shen Qiang stopped talking. After all, they were able to live until now because of me. In addition, my decisions have never gone wrong. So my words still have unparalleled prestige to them.
We continued walking for a while, and when we were about to enter the Andler area, several kilometers ahead, several magical fireworks shot up into the sky. . . . .
There are people fighting ahead... There are two of them... Their strength is strong enough for our troops to defeat... These three signals expressed the specific situation seen by the scouts ahead.
"Damn it, a good dog doesn't block the road... All the battle formation, forward!" Just when I was feeling relieved, I encountered a group of ignorant guys blocking the road. I instinctively issued a battle order. Of course, one of the reasons was that I wanted to get to the base as soon as possible, but if I didn't want to be discovered by the other party, I could only take two ways, either avoid them or kill them all, so as not to reveal the situation of my troops.
As we passed through the woods, the two groups of people also emerged from the jungle on the opposite side. The one running in front was only one person, a half-dead old man over fifty years old; while the other side had hundreds of fully armed swordsmen. Judging from the weapons in their hands, they were either from the army of the Mokaster Empire or had deep roots with the military of the Mokaster Empire, otherwise it would be impossible for everyone to hold a Saint Warrior standard sword.
When I suddenly appeared in front of them with 1,500 longbow cavalry, no matter which old man was panting or the swordsmen who surrounded him from all sides, they all retreated several steps in fear. Of course, no matter who it was, in such a sudden encounter, the feeling of having thousands of long arrows pointed at your head would definitely not be very good.
"They are from the Kastark Empire, and they are on the same side as that old man..."
"Kill! Kill them all!" When they suddenly froze for a moment and then saw clearly the longbows we were wearing, the swordsmen of the Mokast Empire, who had suffered from this kind of weapon before, shouted out immediately. But I didn't give them any chance to think about it and immediately gave the order to massacre them.
Suddenly, the arrows shot from the longbows were like a torrential rain, covering all the swordsmen. Those who reacted a little slower didn't even have time to dodge, and were pierced by the arrows, taking their lives in an instant. And those arrogant swordsmen who thought they were strong, although they used fighting spirit to protect their bodies, the arrows shot from the powerful longbows were simply not something that ordinary fighting spirit could resist. Although after being buffered by fighting spirit, the long arrows no longer had such strong potential energy, they could still shoot them to pieces, or even penetrate their bodies... . . . . .
After a flurry of activity, the arrows fired by a large group of soldiers who rushed forward had already caused the more than 100 swordsmen to panic. They thought they were the elite of the elite of the Mocaster Empire, but before they even got close to the enemy, they were killed or wounded by a long-range volley of enemy fire. This left an indelible shadow in their hearts, so they quickly retreated back the way they came at a faster speed than they had rushed out of the jungle.
"Destroy them, don't let any of them escape. Attack the archers with armor-piercing arrows and magic arrows!" I was a little surprised to see that most of the 100 swordsmen escaped under the attack of a large group of archers. What kind of army is this? Logically, at this distance, my 1,000 archers should be enough to wipe out the 100 guys in front of me. Now I only killed less than half of them. This made me feel extremely frustrated.
But after giving this order, when the soldiers retreated one after another, something even more incredible appeared before my eyes. The old man who was being chased by hundreds of people and had already become out of breath was actually standing intact between Mocaster's defeated army and us, with arrows scattered all over the ground beside him.
"F*ck you little bastards... are you the grandsons of Sack or the subordinates of that woman with chicken wings? Shit... I'm Simon..." Seeing us draw our bows and arrows again, the old man yelled in frustration. When he found that the sniper archers here actually shot magic arrows, his wide-eyed expression was simply hilarious.
But soon, the number of people who almost popped their eyes out increased by a thousand times. When more than ten magic arrows and armor-piercing arrows rushed towards him with strange whistles, the old man took a step back and swung his sword rapidly several times. . . Several golden-colored fighting spirits that were as real as substance instantly crushed the arrows shot at him, and not even a little magic fluctuation leaked from those magic arrows. And these fighting spirits also explained his identity—Sword Saint!
"Attack the defeated troops of the Mokast Empire with all our strength, and never let any of them escape!" Seeing the might of that sword, I immediately gave up my original decision. After all, to kill a defensive sword master, not to mention whether I can afford the cost of casualties, even whether I can be sure to keep him is a very big question.
When I was commanding the large army to encircle and annihilate those fleeing swordsmen, my mind began to work rapidly, and I recalled all the information related to the words Sword Saint and Simon since I came to this world.
Simon, a guest swordsman of the Kastek Empire. He possesses a powerful golden fighting spirit, and his fighting spirit attack power and attack speed are the best in the entire continent. He has experienced more than 200 battles in his life. Except for the battle with Marshal Sterling of the Mocast Empire, where he won within 10 moves, he won all the other battles within 3 moves. . . . . . Horrible! This guy is simply a pervert. Thinking about what Jerry said at the beginning, that this guy might need Jerry's grandfather and father to deal with him, I feel a tingling sensation on my scalp.
"Commander Shen Hanlong of the 6th Division of the Flame Legion greets Lord Simon..." I had no choice but to go over and listen.
"Humph! Are you arrogant, kid? When I heard that you actually led a group of daring subordinates to rush into the East Continent, I thought you had been devoured by the East Continent coalition forces. I didn't expect that you are still alive and well. It's not simple... not simple!" Seeing me coming, the guy who called himself Simon put away his sword, and after glancing at the troops I stayed behind to protect himself, he began to look me up and down, and then said: "But you are in trouble now. I heard that your troops are the darlings of little Sakna, and now you have exhausted them. Don't let him skin you alive when you go back!" (To be continued)