The sudden battle ended almost silently.

I thought that the enemy was just a group of deserters passing by the caravan. The Bayern Knights did not give them a rectification queue, and the time to gather to form a shield wall launched a "ride on the wall"-a total of 1,500 heavy knights were arranged in three rows. The long and narrow formation swept across the open ground like a sharp sword.

In one round, the deserters who rushed out were more than half injured, all over the place were knocked down by the iron rider, trampled by the horseshoe, beheaded by the big sword, and broken by the spear.

Very few "former officers" shouted for the soldiers to line up on the spot; but the "legionary soldiers" who had fallen from soldiers to bandits had no idea of ​​obeying orders, and lived like flocks of rabbits on both sides of the battlefield.

Seeing the enemies begin to flee, the Bain knights blew their long whistle, threw their lances into sabers, crossbows, and swords, and began to hunt down groups of deserters who lost their fighting spirit.

The battle quickly evolved from the confrontation of the two armies into a unilateral slaughter, recovery and knife repair; the armoured deserters dropped their helmets to remove the armor, and the knights cut their heads with a sword before they could beg for mercy.

The more heavily equipped knights formed a circle around the battlefield, hunting those headless flies who were lucky; the lighter equipped knights pulled out saber bows and crossbows in the "hunting grounds" delineated by the knights Their bow and arrow and riding and cutting skills are vividly displayed inside.

More than 3,000 heavy infantry, against the 1,500 cavalry who are very tired in horsepower and manpower on long journeys-the Bayern knights once again proved that there are more infantry who cannot form a square formation on the open ground , Only to be killed by one-sided abuse.

In an hour, the Bain Knights completely wiped out the "Destroyer Corps" in only one hour, leaving only a small number of live mouths-this was still preserved by the demon hunters, otherwise they were wiped out by the whole. There will be no second end.

And ... or zero deaths.

After the battle, the excited Bayern knights gathered around the dark-haired wizard and reported the results of the battle to their duke on the **** battlefield.

Looking at the few kneeling down on the ground, with some angry captives in the horrified look, Loren was almost certain that these people were the soldiers of the Legion, who were defeated from Ebden, and one of the elite veterans of the Empire. .

Because the commander who was holding the banner of Eboden together with Loren looked at himself, it was also the same as this big look-rustic, silent, and a little bit of "the emperor's pride" pride.

"Empty City?"

"Yes, Lord Duke, the Sakran deserter said that in the current melting pot town, there was only an empty city left!" Lan Malos, the count of Lake City, was a little excited:

"The sentinel found our team, but they thought it was just a big caravan that wanted to slaughter a wave of fat sheep, so they went to the nest!"

"Not only that, we also specifically asked the alchemists in the furnace town, and the results were far beyond our expectations." Regalel, Earl of White Horse Peak, added:

"The gang of dross ... they only captured the outlying towns, and almost all the craftsmen and wizards were withdrawn to the colleges in the town-they were built entirely on the scale of churches and castles. Next. That means ... "

"That is to say, we rushed over right now, and had time to rescue the gangs of wizards!" Ramallos pushed away Regrel directly and snatched out.

Loren froze slightly, his expression a little unexpected.

After the battle of the Blood Skull Valley, pride such as the Bayern knights finally realized the value of the wizard-no floating city and bright lightsaber, no alchemy bombs and various projection weapons, the isolated Blood Skull Valley Defender probably Can't wait for the final death charge, he was overwhelmed by endless carrion demons.

Ignoring the keen expressions of the knights around, the dark-haired wizard turned his gaze to the deserter who was kneeling on the ground and staring at him recklessly.

"What is your name?"

The captive kneeling on the ground looked at the young man called "Duke Duke" in front of him in amazement, with a bit of caution in his slightly horrified eyes, just a low hum.

Then I got a fierce kick from Lucien.

"Boom!"

The heavy iron boots kicked on the back of the captive's head, and a face was "stuck" into the mud--with no signs of movement, the surrounding Bayern knights were startled.

"Answer to Lord Duke's question, or die." The gray pupil said coldly and expressionlessly: "There are so many captives, and we don't mind killing a few chickens and monkeys."

"Then kill me, give it a try!" The captive yelled while struggling, and the sound of the breaking wind was mixed with a few popping teeth, and there was blood in his mouth: "Come on, Elleman's little, I wrinkle It's not a Sarklander who lowers his eyebrows! "

"I like this guy."

Ranmalos, Earl of Lake Heart City, grinned loudly, not caring about the black cheeks of the gray pupil next to him, and pointed his chin to the still struggling prisoners on the ground:

"Hang him, remember to poke blind eyes and block your mouth; the more ugly the death of this tough guy, the more scared those who don't like tough guys."

The captive kneeling on the ground changed his face—especially when he saw the gray pupil nodded seriously and looked around to look for the rope ...— but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The thoughtful dark-haired wizard is always silent, his eyes are always looking at the captive's every move.

He vaguely felt something wrong.

Scattered into unstructured deserters ... Rebels ... Lonely, still in the furnace town of the furnace ... The battlefield like a quagmire ...

"Everyone, leave."

The dark-haired wizard had some abrupt orders that made everyone around him look at each other.

"Master Duke, this deserted deserter is not worth your thoughts ..."

"Lusien led the wings of the sky to the port, ready to meet the sailing ship that was about to arrive." Before they finished, Loren, who did not raise his head, ordered himself:

"Lamaloth, Earl of Lake City, led the Ranger Knight to clean the battlefield as soon as possible; Count Gregor, White Horse Peak, led the Knight Bane to follow the wings of the sky-if the port was occupied by rebels or elves, then attacked and immediately Send a signal. "

"Following-!!!!!!"

Even with doubts, everyone still obeyed the order and led their respective teams to turn away.

In a blink of an eye, there were only Loren and the captive kneeling on the ground, plus a few demon hunters guarding in the distance.

The silent captive squeezed his still-bleeding mouth tightly, his amazed eyes flashing.

"So, it's the question just now." The calm gaze stared at each other, and Loren said lightly: "Name?"

"Ron, Ron ..." The captive twitched his throat, very alert: "I am under the command of Lord Severin de Salion, from the Fifth Banner of the Third Army ... Centurion."

"Just a centurion, not an intermediate officer?"

"My ancestor was a tenant farmer, not a nobleman, and was not eligible for promotion." The captive swallowed the blood and spit in his mouth: "Please believe me, I can tell your subordinates, there is not a little left. , Duke ... adult. "

"You are the centurion of the army under the command of the Secretary of the Army. It is reasonable that you should serve in the camp where the Elbden line confronts the elves." Loren continued to ask himself as if he had not heard him say, "How can it appear in the furnace Town's? "

"Our camp collapsed and was attacked-there are as many rabbit gangs as there are real rabbits, and we can't stop it at all; we fight and withdraw, we guard and run, and then ..."

"Just ran to the furnace town?"

"Correct!"

The captive with wide eyes nodded desperately.

The black-haired wizard smiled.

"Look, I'm willing to believe you." Loren turned around: "But in order to make me believe in you more, I have to trouble you to answer a few questions."

"The first one-you said that the wizards of Furnace Town have hid in the academy and have n’t been attacked yet; my men have not been here, so they do n’t know that the warehouse of the Furnace Town is not in the college. , But in towns-so even if they hide in the college, they are defenseless. "

"Then the alchemists, I have dealt with them; they may be very good at making weapons, but most people have not fought, and the wizarding college in the furnace town is not a strong fortress. They are Why do you treat you outside? "

"If you guessed it right, you should still have a number of projectile weapons in your hand-catapults, heavy ballistas and small torsion torsions that can be used to take down a wizard school that is not too strong. It should be for you. Is it easy? "

"we……"

There was a trace of panic on the captive's face—although it was only a flash, it was still captured by Loren.

"But ... let's first assume that what you said is true, the wizards of the furnace town have all hid in the academy, and you have never been able to attack-this time you found a caravan, Ready to rob; sounds reasonable, but ... "

"Unfortunately, you are occupying the furnace town; the town is not big, but the supplies are quite sufficient. It is not too easy to feed and arm a few thousand people." Loren continued, looking directly at the double Yue More and more terrified eyes:

"In this case, for a rebel army such as you who occupies an important empire's workshops and military material distribution centers, what is the need to spread the bill and attack an unknown number of caravans?"

"It's strange, don't you think you should stay in the furnace town at this time and make sure that these materials don't fall into the surrounding deserter rebels, or the hands of the Azores?"

With a sigh, Loren looked at the "ex-Centurion" who was already speechless, and smiled slightly: "According to my understanding of the surrounding situation and the answers given by you, I made the following Judge. "

"My subordinates told me that there are many villages around the furnace town, but now all of these villages have been burned and looted by you and the Azores-the only difference is that some villages are slaughtered, but the property is The class has n’t moved, nor have they seen any signs of resistance. "

"So ... I guess those villages have no trace of resistance because they have also turned to you; you have occupied the furnace town and have gathered to extend the power to the surroundings and become the 'lord' in this neighborhood."

"It's not that there is no resistance, but everyone who can resist has joined you, and the rest are only the old and weak women and children staying in the village ... there is of course no room for resistance in the face of the Azore's butcher's knife."

The smile on Loren's face gradually disappeared, and the expression became more and more cold: "As for why you will be out of the nest-presumably it should be the Azores who have flowed to East Sakland, and after sweeping the surrounding villages, they also started to the furnace The town launched an offensive. "

"You know who I am, so I shouldn't be surprised at this kind of thing; I don't know what the Azore's tactics are like."

"You who have collapsed across the Eboden line of defense, even if you are sitting in the furnace town of weapons and supplies, don't dare to face the elves directly, and just plan to run away after hearing a little wind."

"You didn't come to us, you just bumped into us when you ran the road-I guess your original plan was to go all the way north, and surrender to Brandon de Salion, right?" Loren narrowed his eyes. Into a seam:

"While you are" deceived "by us, we will go to receive the melting furnace town and hit the Azores who are coming here."

"No matter whether the outcome of the battle is victory or defeat, it has nothing to do with you-because even if I die in the hands of the Azores, it is impossible to remember the enemy on you."

"And Brandon is less likely to blame you as a deserter for his fault ... He is calling for the army, and the lack of you is this experienced low-ranking officer; and you returning from Ebden are even more targeted at Azores. Elves are very important information. "

"So in any case, you can save your life and even be blessed by misfortune, relying on Bach Brandon to become a little noble in East Sacran, owning a small piece of land in a remote place."

"Am i right?"

The dumb captive lowered his head ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The bleeding lips trembling, as if he didn't know how to answer it; suddenly there was a tremor, and the trembling of the cheeks suddenly began to "spread" , The whole body was shaking violently; like convulsions and convulsions, **** foam was continuously sprayed from the bleeding mouth,

Loren frowned-this kind of trick to pretend to be crazy and sell silly things, he has seen a lot in his life and in this life.

But the next second, the situation changed suddenly.

"Your insight ... really keen as always, Loren Turin."

The captive with his head suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open and looked at Loren.

The eyes were not white pupils, but overflowing, thick gray-blue liquid like plasma, which was constantly overflowing from his eyes.

The icy biting, trembling power of the void ... came across.