Geralt looked at the horn rangers in the middle of the council chamber with surprise, the corners of his mouth raised to the highest height, the muscles in the corners of his mouth spasmed a little, with a slight pain, suppressing the laughter that was about to break .

"Get up, warriors from Changhe Town."

Twenty green Pendor's strongest archers stood up silently, staring at Geralt, waiting for the next order.

The Horn Rangers are not one of the strongest archers in the Pande people. Geralt has a general understanding of their origins. They come from the famous module [Pendor's Prophecy] of the cavalry and chopping group.

There is a lonely town in the eastern part of Pendor, called Changhe. The reason why this town can stand here comes from the refugees who were chased and devastated in a long history.

The escape all the way made them travel through mountains and rivers. When they came here, they finally got rid of the search of fanatical religious believers, but they did not realize that they had come to the territory of the Noldor, the race that survived the battle of the ancient Titans.

Although these arrogant and sharp-eared races lost most of their magic in the battle of creation, they can still rely on the combat experience and exquisite archery accumulated in their long lives to make those who dare to touch the Long River Forest come and go. , no one was spared.

They were able to settle down beside the Changhe Forest, and a large part of the reason was that they were weak, so weak that these arrogant elves disdain to take them in their eyes. The misery and suffering along the way finally awakened these helpless refugees. , With the arrival of another force, Canaan, the Noldors clashed with Canaan.

The wildness of the Jatu people's plunder and possession and the principle of Nodo's inch of land and blood are like a pair of enemies, and the conflict gradually turned into a feud.

With the continuous exchange of fire between the two forces, the weak refugees struggled to survive, but the strongest ability of human beings is learning, Noldor's archery, Canaan's riding and swordsmanship, these refugees are at an amazing speed. Growing up, but the price of growth is blood and death, and the awakened refugees don't care about these.

On this long road full of flowers of death, a new force was born, Changhe Town.

The refugees who were struggling between the two forces in the past sent themselves to the chessboard with blood and sacrifice. As time passed, under the sacrifices of all Changhe townspeople one after another, this powerful team called the Horn Ranger Regiment, To the horror of Noldor and Canaan.

The armor of the Clarion Rangers is mostly green, and green symbolizes hope.

When the trumpet sounds, wherever I am, I will be called accordingly, with the wind.

Geralt, who knows the strength of the Horn Rangers, is very satisfied with these Rangers who have grown up from suffering. Unfortunately, the number is a little less, only twenty people, but something is better than nothing, not to mention , These people have similar characteristics to the three of Conn, above the top, and the road.

Looking at the enviable strength and agility of up to 24 in the attribute panel, you must know that even the upgraded Rigas has only reached 30 strength under the blessing of talent, not to mention their bow and arrows as high as 400 The proficiency, as well as the one-handed and long-handed proficient at 370.

The addition of the Horn Ranger Regiment can greatly reduce the pressure on Geralt and others on the city wall. With just these 20 people, even if Jura came to the 5 siege ladders, Geralt was confident that they would be able to defend.

"There is a war in my territory, warriors from the long river, I need your help."

Sitting on the throne and accepting the allegiance of the Horn Rangers, Geralt spoke up.

In the face of Geralt's request, the Horn Rangers didn't say much, and the broad sword they had drawn from their backs was their best answer to Geralt.

"Follow your footsteps!"

As the door of the council hall opened again, the sun shone on Geralt's face, closed his eyes, and asked about the quiet and peaceful air in White Wolf Town, Geralt turned his head and followed the horn with the best blade of war on his back. The people of the Ranger Regiment said.

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"Go, kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!"

Geralt came to the city wall again and asked Brian who was on high alert.

"Is there any change?"

Brian took a curious look at the green warriors and replied.

"No sound for now."

Geralt frowned at the burnt smell in the wind. The smell was too unpleasant. It was fine at first, but as the flames went out, the choking smell was really unnerving.

"Riel!"

Geralt let out a loud cry.

Riel, Harry's deputy, responded quickly.

"Please order, my lord."

"Let the young men under the city bring the lime up and scatter it down the city. We don't know when they will attack. If these corpses are not disposed of, they will become hidden dangers at any time in this weather."

Riel nodded and went down the city wall.

Geralt glanced at the Horn Rangers who had been engrossed since they reached the city wall~lightnovelpub.net~ and said.

"Our main purpose now is to defend against the enemy's offensive, so we won't go down the city wall for a while."

The leading Horn Ranger nodded and said.

"We understand, my lord, my brothers and I will not slack off."

Seeing the Horn Rangers who consciously started patrolling the city wall, Geralt nodded. The one who just headed was called Dasha Liershi, who was in charge of commanding the Horn Rangers. From what he said Among them, Geralt learned that they were full of 247 people, and they all responded to the call, but in the end, only 20 of them passed through the light gate.

As the baskets of lime poured down from the city wall, the stench finally eased a little. The militiamen had almost rested under the city, and slowly returned to the city wall, replaced by the white wolves. The soldiers began to seize the time to rest.

At the same time as the shift in White Wolf Town, three towering skeletons of siege ladders were erected outside the Jura camp. The seat is much stronger than the previous one. In addition, the people of the baggage team are still pouring water on it.

Although this would increase the weight of the siege ladder a lot, but Jura, who was worried that Geralt still had kerosene, had no other choice.

With the disintegration of the first round of offensive, Jura, who returned to the camp for repairs, started to plan the second stage of the attack after having eaten with the soldiers. There was no way, just as Geralt thought, their food Not much, although the baggage team suffered heavy casualties, the only food and grass left were not enough for them to return.

"So, we have to take this place!"

"Guardian cavalry! Armor for me, this time, I'll come!"