"That's what he said?"
Although the gray wolf mercenary group was attacked at night, under the attack of the black fire cultists and the enemy mercenaries, they had to abandon the camp and retreat southward. But "Maned Wolf" Macaro was still in danger, commanding the retreat calmly, and was able to integrate his own people on the way to re-form combat effectiveness. With this alone, he can be called a generation of famous players in this era.
In the forest—
As usual, he was with Buja, wearing a fiery red uniform-this uniform was used in the Imperial Guard cavalry uniforms. Macaro was the captain of the Guards cavalry. This suit has been worn since then. It has been his symbol since the beginning-just after leaving the army because of persecution, the epaulettes, braids and emblems are no longer visible on the uniform.
He presses his sword-the commander-only type of the 35-style cavalry sword. This sword is the most popular weapon for 30-40 swordsmen in past games. Of course, it is not how strong it is, but it is often popular. The weapon has to satisfy one point-the cost performance must be very high. This kind of sword can be said to have the best attributes among the magic swords with the label of'brass' below the 30th level. There are enough circulating numbers on the market, so it is all the rage.
But at this moment Macaro did not appear worried because of the attack of a powerful enemy. On the contrary, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the expression on his face was calm. Only when he heard Yura's words did he raise his eyebrows slightly and asked.
Seeing Yura nodding, Macaro turned around and asked Buga: "To the east, it seems that the young man named Brando is confident. Should we follow?"
"Wait," Reddy interrupted him hurriedly-although the white-haired young man is a member of the mercenary group, his degree of freedom is much higher than that of others. Otherwise, ordinary people don't dare to interrupt like this: "Head, our opponent is the tree shepherd! Let's not retreat first, and then seek a more comprehensive plan? I think they must come prepared with such a big fanfare, and we will continue to stay. Isn't it just what the other side wanted to fight with them here?"
His words were urgent and rushing, but both Macaro and Buga were accustomed to the character of this young man, so they didn't take it seriously. But Reddy immediately thought of something, and hurriedly asked: "By the way, Eco is still in town, will he be unsafe?"
Macaro glanced at the young man and nodded: "You are right, Reddy, but no one can ensure that the Gray Wolf mercenary group will be safe when they withdraw to Chablis." He saw Yura lower his head, heart. Knowing that the girl was worried about her sweetheart, she sighed: "In fact, the deputy commander and I had long expected that Conard might not be that simple, but since we dare to bring him here, we are also prepared. Eco... I I don’t know what he found, but it’s okay if he stays in town and Cabot is there to protect him. Don’t worry.”
Buja listened without saying a word, but the tall swordsman was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head towards the forest on one side—a dazzling flash of light appeared in that direction, and then a deafening roar was heard from behind the forest. Come. The expressions of the people present changed. Just as Reddy was about to say something, some of the mercenaries exclaimed:
"The seventh string, the sound of thunder!"
"Qian is in trouble!"
Buja took off the giant sword behind him with a'crack', but he immediately let go, staring solemnly in that direction: "The battle is over."
"Xian she..." Yula paled.
"I'm going to save her!" Reddy seemed to react after a while, and immediately drew out the long sword and wanted to rush out in that direction. But Macaro grabbed his shoulder, making the young man immobile.
"Stop."
"Head...?"
Macaro didn't say a word, but for the first time frowned and looked solemnly at the forest in that direction. After a while, shadowy figures appeared in the woods. There were another scream or two in the distance, like the temporary wailing of human beings or other beasts—the mercenaries at the edge of the forest quickly retreated with air-conditioning.
Because of the south and the southwest of the forest, there suddenly appeared densely dense black fire followers. When they moved forward, their feet and heavy chains rubbed the ground, swept across the bushes, and made a clanging sound. At this time, the forest seemed quiet. In, it's very weird.
The north is just a feint, the enemy lies in ambush in the south—
This clear idea flashed in everyone's mind at this moment, but unfortunately it seemed to be a little late to react. The two teams, Akane and Rorol, had obviously suffered defeat, but these mercenaries were too late to feel sad for the passing of their companions, because now they themselves are in the same danger. These are all experienced fighters, and at a glance, you can see that the number of opponents is at least three times more than yourself.
Reddy swallowed. Although he was not afraid of death, he still felt suffocated in the face of this situation.
Although Yura on one side could not see, he also understood how dangerous the current situation was.
"Conard."
Buja spoke, his voice low and powerful.
"Oh?" The forest immediately responded with a frivolous voice, and the voice was still a young man: "Mr. Buga, you know me, but should I call you the cross-handed Buga, or call you the Duke of Lantonilan or Grand Duke Luen's guard captain?"
A stone caused a thousand waves of waves, and the members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group couldn't help being startled. They looked back at their deputy leader with a surprised look. Although they didn't believe the other party's words in their hearts, it was always difficult for people. Restrain one's curiosity. But Buga and Macaro were not surprised. The latter reached out a hand to stop Buga, and at the same time said: "Unexpectedly, the'Solitaire' mercenary group would be mixed with the infamous tree shepherd. Sounds great?"
Silence fell immediately in the forest.
There are many people who know the black fire cultists, but not many people know that the black fire cultists are connected with the tree shepherd. The young man named Conard obviously didn't expect Macaro to know so much detail. He paused for a while before re-opening sarcastically, "As expected of the cunning fox of the past, he knows a lot."
really.
Macaro frowned, in fact he was confirming Brando's words. But he didn't worry that it would affect morale. Mercenaries were different from most regular soldiers. They were originally a group of desperadoes, and they often didn't value life and death as much as ordinary people. For this reason, even though skilled mercenaries are often inferior to the regular army in terms of personal strength, equipment, and discipline, in Warnd, they are still a powerful force.
"Well, Mr. Macaro." Conard said with a smile again: "Actually, I made a special trip to confirm with you, is Grand Duke Luen's only child, is he with you now?"
The members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group were in a daze again, and they couldn't help but look at their leader-how did they pull out another duke. That is an unattainable figure in their eyes.
Macaro laughed loudly: "A joke, not to mention that I don't understand what you are talking about. And even if you know, you think that as the hostile parties I have an obligation to answer any of your questions?" He couldn't help but sneer.
But the young man in the forest shook his head: "That's not what I said, don't you have the heart to watch so many old men who have been with you for more than ten years die here?" But he immediately nodded: "That's right. After all, they are nothing compared to your original identity. For your mission, abandoning these cannon fodder is also something that should be done."
Bugaleng snorted.
"Okay, Conrad. Everyone is mercenary. Do you think these provocative remarks can have any effect on our mercenaries?" Macaro shook his head: "Why don't you have any abilities? Give it a try. For. As far as our profession is concerned, the worst case is a dead word, which is nothing."
The words of the'maned wolf' caused a low laugh among the mercenaries. Just like this, people like them have long seen life and death, and they have to persuade them for a long time before they start the war with such a twist. It seems to be extremely ridiculous. Mercenaries have the behavioral rules of mercenaries, and their roots of loyalty to a group are completely different from those of regular soldiers, so the other side's instigation is just ridiculous to them.
As if to represent what they thought in their hearts, the mercenaries drew their swords one after another to prepare for battle, and there was a sound of metal interlacing in the forest.
…
On the other side, between the gloomy woodlands covering the stars.
"Damn old thing," the young man named Conrad cursed with a sullen expression. He glanced at the dying red-haired girl who was lying on his feet, and could not help but snorted coldly: "Marca Luo, the old fox, is really difficult to deal with. It is a pity that our goal is not him, otherwise I would not be lazy to talk so much nonsense with the diehards of the royal party."
"In fact, knowing that the other party won't say it, it's better to just kill it." A man next to the young man who was covered in a black robe made a sentence in a low voice. This person can do it when he raises his hand. There are two red edges on the cuffs. If Brando sees this characteristic here, he will probably turn around immediately-this is the lower-level priest of the Black Fire Cult, and it is more than a grade better than the high-level Cult.
"It could have been possible. But the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group now has two teams that are unknown, so you can't take it lightly. Macaro is known for being cunning." The young man said with a sullen face, and he hit the trunk beside him. "This guy left a team of people in Chablis, and the young man named Eco. The play seems to be real, but I think it is a'shell' to divert our attention. ."
"It's not necessarily true that a fake drama is actually done." The Black Fire cultist replied.
"Don't worry, I still leave a golden mid-level swordsman over there for the sake of safety. Although Cabot has hidden his strength, his true level is no more than this."
"Then what are you worried about, Mr. Messenger?"
Conrad snorted contemptuously, squatted down and grabbed the girl's long light red hair and pulled her head up. The blood immediately flowed from the girl’s white forehead along her cheeks, Qian snorted softly in pain, she half-squinted her bloody eyes, as if she wanted to see who was in front of her—but the young man tried hard. , Her whole body curled up in pain immediately.
"Woo—"
The young man grinned and said, "Of course it is another group of lost members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group. Although it is said that the group of twelve mercenaries, a young man who claims to be a businessman, and two women, they said they joined halfway through. It’s from the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group. But at this level of lies, how could I believe that Macaro must have made arrangements, but I can’t pry his mouth open, and he can’t guarantee that everyone in this mercenary group will give him a glance cowardly."
"Really," he asked, looking at the dying girl, "Little girl."
Qian seemed to realize her situation at this time. She gritted her teeth and turned her head away.