Kant rode his horse and led the team to the Sanwaya Mountains.
But before walking too far, there was a sound of horseshoes behind him, and when he turned his head to look, it was the 7 mage apprentices.
They are all young scholar-type mages, so their own riding skills are poor. As the horses run under their crotches, they hang crookedly on the saddles, and they have to hold the horses' necks with both hands to stabilize their figures. It's poor.
"Slow down." Kant reined in slightly and yelled.
Then he turned his horse's head and almost reprimanded the seven mage apprentices who had caught up: "Why are you following here? Do you know that we are going to the Sangwaya Mountains, which is more dangerous and not a place for you to go."
The combat ability of mage apprentices is currently not as good as that of Vikia archers.
Although the spell is more powerful.
But their casting range and frequency are pitiful.
In addition, their own strength is relatively weak, and their melee combat skills have never been learned. After casting spells 10 times a day, these mage apprentices wearing thin mage robes and holding wooden staffs are no different from ordinary civilians.
No, there is still a difference.
At least the Swadian peasants will use their sharpened long-handled sickles to fight like a cornered animal!
Much better than these mage apprentices who only have sticks.
"It's dangerous there, it's not that I deliberately belittled your combat effectiveness."
Kant spoke very directly, and dissuaded them: "You are still the most basic apprentices, and it is very dangerous to face the demonized creatures that appear in the Sangwaya Mountains." After a pause, Kant still sighed softly: "If you can become mages, With more casting times, stronger destruction spells, and mysterious summoning spells, maybe I can take you there."
I have mastered the extraordinary power of these 7 mage apprentices. If I lose it in the dangerous ruins like this, it is obviously not worth the loss, because this is not training, but death.
"My lord."
The seven mage apprentices held firm eyes and solemnly said, "We are not afraid of life and death, please let us join your team and make up for the mistakes we have made!"
The leading mage apprentice also bowed his head in shame and said, "We think we need to grow up quickly."
"That's it." Kant frowned.
He turned his head and swept past the 188 Swadian heavy cavalry next to him.
He found that although these heavy cavalrymen looked calm, they looked at the seven mage apprentices with a bit of contempt on their brows. They obviously didn't pay attention to these mage apprentices who possessed the power of mysterious elements. He is not willing to let them join his combat order.
It's no wonder that the real battlefield is always a cruel hell, a field of life and death where flesh and blood fly.
Based on these mage apprentices who seem to be staying in castles and colleges, they are really not suitable to fight with them. After all, when these heavy cavalry charge, no one will stay behind to protect them.
"Please allow us to join, Lord Lord."
The mage apprentices bowed their heads respectfully, but their tone was very firm: "In the tradition of the Enfase Empire, there has never been a mage who is afraid of war. Although we are the most basic apprentices, we still have the heart of fearlessness in life and death."
"Okay." Kant finally nodded, agreeing with their appeal.
Indeed.
Apprentice mages are the same as other types of arms. It is really difficult to upgrade to mages without going through wars.
If you look at the mages who are all around 45 years old, you will know that the study of magic is no less than the research on mathematics and physics on the earth. As for the stronger archmages, their beards and hairs have already turned white, and there are many people who are 60 or 70 years old.
If these mage apprentices were really allowed to study and explore carefully, it would be too slow to upgrade.
Kant could not afford to wait for these decades of penance.
Taking a deep breath, he turned his head and solemnly reminded these apprentices: "We will be safe along the way, but when we arrive at Aaron Village in the Sangwaya Mountains, remember, we must be behind the protection of melee units, otherwise we will be killed. Casualties, I will lower your evaluation in the future!"
"clear!"
The mage apprentices looked happy, and immediately nodded solemnly.
"Let's go." Without further ado, Kant turned his horse's head and continued to lead the team forward.
The horseshoes trampled on the sand and made a dull sound.
Occasionally, there will be a little rumbling thunder due to steadfastness.
The medium-sized troops of the heavy cavalry are advancing in groups, and their men and horses are all wearing heavy chain armor, and there are linen covers on the outside. After the sandstorm, there will be a breeze blowing up their cloth covers, rolling up a little sand, looking majestic. stern!
The tops of the spears equipped by these cavalrymen were also tied with triangular flags.
It is a golden lion on a red background.
Even the shield has the same.
This is a status symbol, representing that they all belong to Kant and are a unified force.
Moreover, in order to deal with the so-called ancient passage in the ruins, Kant also brought [Possibility of Deterring the Enemy] and [Prestige of Command], and the square flag was raised high, fluttering in the wind in the hands of the cavalry next to him.
The horn was also pinned to Kant's waist, ready to be pulled out to blow at any time.
Except for the [Medal of the Knights of the Lion], Kant has brought out all the war wonders in his family.
He attaches great importance to the special tasks of the system.
Perhaps the inside story was related to the lost city in the age of mythology, the holy city made of gold, so he couldn't help but be sloppy and deal with it with all his strength.
Because he had seen the resurrected Sun Maiden in the golden coffin.
The beautiful face still appeared in his mind.
And the indifference towards him and ordinary human beings in the eyes cast like gold.
Kant doesn't think that if something goes wrong, or if the blood of the gods who were hidden and sleeping in the age of mythology wake up, they will hypocritically seek justice with him, forget their past honor, and work together with the human beings who were slaves in the age of mythology. Rule the emerging world.
It may be possible to compromise temporarily, but it is impossible to completely abandon the former honor and merge with human beings into a new force, unless human beings are willing to become their slaves again.
But therein lies the problem.
Kant does not want to be a slave, he has been working hard to get rid of slavery and bondage.
How could the bloodlines of the gods in the age of ancient myths enslave human beings again, turning Kant into a slave as well, maybe he would do a little favor because of his strength, and become the best among slaves, but he was still a slave!
Kant will not appoint, he will definitely rebel!
These troops and war wonders are Kant's preparations. If he encounters the blood of the gods again, he will still give the order to kill without hesitation, so that they who are already behind the times can see and see. Who is to say now? Who can decide the life and death of the other party!
... ... ...
The whole cavalry marched very fast.
Thanks to the blessing of the system, heavy cavalry is much less restricted in the desert environment.
At least there is no need to worry about the soft sand layer that can sink into the calves of the war horse.
Just after passing the horseshoe, the horseshoe at the bottom is like stepping on a hard sand layer, leading the riders to step forward quickly to avoid getting stuck in the sand layer, and then pull out the extra physical strength and time consumed.
Even the tolerance to the heat of the weather and the load-bearing aspects have also been blessed by the system.
Not as unbearable as the real world.
For example, the riders wear a full set of chain armor, and the Swadian army horses under their crotch also wear horse chain armor, as well as the weapons, equipment and supplies they hold, all of which can maintain this state for a long time after being blessed by the system.
If the heavy cavalry of the Lion Principality saw it, their eyes would probably fall from their eyes.
After all, this violates the common sense of physics.
Of course, this is the blessing that appeared after the system integrated the rules of this world.
Kant's golden finger.
After a day and a night of travel, the slightly undulating sand dunes were replaced by flat desert plains.
In the center of the desert in the distance, a small two-story building stood conspicuously there.
It was Kant's station.
Although it was daytime, many caravans could be vaguely seen coming or leaving with their horses. Businessmen wearing sunshade hoods and linen robes came in and out, and their movements were very fast.
You can even occasionally see caravan guards holding swords, confronting each other because of some trivial matters.
But I can't fight.
Inside the post station, the Swadian militiamen, armed with heavy spears and wearing iron leather armor, came out. Although they were alone, they were not afraid at all. They seemed to be reprimanding loudly and separated the caravan guards.
If there is a slight stalemate, even his words will not work. Following a whistle, 10 burly Sarande riders will come out of the station, wearing Sarande chain armor and holding a whip. Slamming, those who dared to resist immediately drew out the Salander sword, and used superb close combat skills to let the group of caravan guards know who is the boss here.
"Not bad." Kant looked from afar and nodded in satisfaction.
Although it was only a short day, Rolf, who came here in advance, has already managed the inn in an orderly manner.
Let the villain manage the caravan with the cunning of the nobleman. Rolf's appointment is very correct. For this strong man who seems to have a bit of aristocratic demeanor, the merchants understood it in the fastest time. This is the real bastard villain who doesn't eat oil and salt, and doesn't eat soft and hard!
The most important thing is that I dare not offend this guy, because there is a cavalry team of nearly 200 people, but they are watching them in the post station. Any abnormal situation will turn this villain into a villain, and swallow them so that there is no scum left !
They believed that this guy had dared to slaughter their caravan and take away the big silver coins they brought.
You can tell by looking at the lawless bandit temperament!
"My lord!"
When Kant was looking at the station in the distance, the heavy cavalry next to him reminded: "Someone is coming."
Kant turned his head, and behind the sand dunes not far away, five desert robbers were galloping towards them. Seeing the flag fluttering in the wind, the golden lion on a red background, he quickly got off his horse, half-kneeled on the ground and saluted respectfully: "My lord, you are here!" It was a great surprise to meet you."
(end of this chapter)