Two more archers fell down, but it was not Zelin's work.

"Long live Fujian!"

Above the mine, between the scaffolding and the narrow passage, a group of figures dressed in gray and brown clothes appeared. The humans and the dwarves suddenly appeared. The torches and arrows flew towards the Kodwin people. The two dwarves jumped into the crowd and landed on the slippery ground.

"For Fujian! Kill the invaders!"

The air began to be filled with the sound of intertwined weapons.

"Go!"

Roche jumped out of the hiding place, and a Kodwin soldier fell down and hit the rock that blocked the arrow for the demon hunter, his head like a crushed tomato. Another soldier also hit an arrow and was shot through the neck. The captain wielded a short sword to kill a rebel, then the dwarf chopped off his calf. Running over the corner, Zelin happened to collide with a Kodwin soldier. Zelin raised the sword, and the soldier turned his head and ran without looking back.

"Here." Roche beckoned. The blood ran down the blue iron guard's knife, and two corpses lay in front of him.

"We walked into the battlefield." Zelin stepped over the corpse and followed Roche. The above battle is almost over, the ambushing rebels won, and now they are picking up the equipment of the corpse on the ground to find a new enemy. "The soldier said that Henset was in the valley to the north."

"Then we will go straight north." Roche made a walk-through gesture. "The Coldwins are killing the rebels, and the rebels kill them again. No one pays attention to us, so we walked directly to Hensett. If there is a Coldwin who wants to stop me, I will kill him!"

"Then let's go." Zelin looked at the sword in his hand, with a few gaps in it. He didn't use an ebony blade, and many people recognized it, so he picked up a sword casually. He threw away the broken sword and found a new sword nearby. "I'm following you. If you are going to attack a person surrounded by guards, you will need a sword to protect your back."

The two of them walked north side by side, back to back.

It's hard to tell where is the front line and the rear. Rebels and Kodwin's forces are fighting for important strongholds and high ground in every corner of the city. The Kodwin people who had lost their support stayed in the house they had robbed and resisted, but the guards did not have enough manpower to take back the lost place. Zelin saw a dwarf dragging the corpse of his family into a stone house, locking the door, and shooting the approaching enemy with a crossbow. A Kodwin's knight fell to the ground, screaming in pain. After seeing the demon hunter and Roche walking by, he threw the gloves over.

"Surrender." He sobbed. "Surrender."

Zelin ignored him and continued to move forward. Roche strode ahead. He was not wearing rebel clothes or Kodwin's shirt, but there was blood on the knife. No one of the soldiers scattered in various places rushed to stop them. Sometimes, they suddenly found themselves involved in a battle. Soldiers attacking the intersection suddenly appeared beside them, and the archers ambushing on the roof would also shoot here. At first, there were a lot of rebels, but later, they almost only met Kodwin soldiers.

Zelin swung his sword open the head of a soldier who was trying to attack Roche from behind, and then a knight. Feather-like marks were branded on his gloves. Zelin slashed on it with a single sword, without cutting it, there was a gap in the sword, but it shook the opponent's weapon. Roche swung a knife and bounced off the halberd, turned and kicked the soldier in front of him in the chest. The soldier stepped back, tripped over the rock behind, and fell into the muddy water. The knight stretched out his hand to grab the short sword at his waist, Zelin hit his face with the hilt, and the latter fell to the ground while clutching his nose, with blood flowing from between his fingers. Roche walked over, lifted a hammer, and smashed it twice at the knight's helmet before throwing away the weapon and letting go of the motionless enemy.

"Sir Harding." Roche sipped at the knight's **** face. "One of Hensett's most trusted attendants. That's right, it's here! But where is Hensett? Where is this coward hiding?!"

Hensett did not bring his banner, but the banner is always at the forefront of the battlefield. In the past, Hensett often rushed to the front with soldiers, until after the last military coup, he changed his style and chose to stay behind and direct the battle.

Zelin looked at the direction the soldiers led by the Harding Knights were walking, leaving messy footprints on the muddy mountain road. They happened to collide head-on with this team in the middle of the road. Fortunately, this mountain road is spacious enough to leave them enough space to take care of more than a dozen armed soldiers.

"You said Harding is the soldier that Hensett trusted the most." Zelin squatted beside the footprints, touching his chin. "Hensett doesn't trust his general. He is the only one who can directly assign knights to lead soldiers into the battlefield."

"This **** came from where Hensett is?" Roche immediately understood what Zelin meant.

"The footprints came from the northwest." Ze Lin looked along the footprints. "Why not follow him, even if we can't find Hensett, we can find people who know where Hensett is."

Zelin wore a robe that a farmer would wear in winter over the armor of the demon hunter, which made him look not much different from Forgean's rebels.

"Zelin," Roche said. "When this matter is over, I swear, no matter what trouble you encounter, just come to me and say, I will be there immediately."

"Then wait for us to survive first, and after some people die."

The demon hunter never thought that one day he would do such a thing.

But he would never watch that one day, the castle is full of Kodwin soldiers, and the demon hunters must be like cannon fodder and mercenaries in the war, with the king's ambitions being thrown into the battlefield. He wanted to retrain the demon hunters, and the purpose of rebuilding the academy was not to train cannon fodder and assassins for the kings. For hundreds of years, many kings and nobles in the northern countries have formed powerful standing armies, but these armies have been destroyed. When you become a soldier, this demise is only a matter of time. There will be no eternal dynasty, and there will be no soldiers who can never be destroyed.

They will become targets of public criticism.

He suddenly understood what Francesca had said to him before.

You hate it, but it will find you sooner or later.

"Zelin, I know your identity is very troublesome to help me." Roche said. "When this matter is over, and when Tamoria stabilizes, I will take you to a place that should be able to help you."

"Where?"

"There are less than ten clubs in the entire North. You will know by then." Roche shook the blood off the knife. "Let's go, let the foolish pig know what he did wrong!"

Walking along the mountain road, the demon hunter soon saw Hensett, who was standing on the hillside looking towards the city of Fort Worth with a single barrel and clairvoyance, as well as four heavily armed knights around him, and ten holding shields. Soldiers.

Roche strode up the hillside.

"Hensett!" he yelled. "The blue iron guard is coming to you!"

Hensett put down his clairvoyance and looked at Roche and Zelin as they came. He didn't recognize Zelin, but he recognized Roche.

"Ha, isn't this a fish that slipped through the net?" Hensett opened his arms. "I thought you had run away with your tail clipped, but now you are here to die."

Roche stepped up the hill aggressively.

"My dead brother is waiting to kill you again in hell!"

The knights and guards drew their swords, clenched their spears, and stood between them and Hensett.

"They are more than guilty." Hensett said. "Those who follow me will be rewarded, and those who disobey me are not worthy of living in the world. I am a king, a ruler appointed by the gods, and a direct descendant of an ancient king. Saqiya's army will be over immediately, when I enter the castle At the time, I will judge those who do not want to bow to me one by one. A person who does not respect God will only end up with death. Except for your master, what right do you have to talk to me like this? Servant, kill them!"

"Your Majesty! Look over there!"

Suddenly, a soldier pointed to the valley on either side of Forge. The valley that had been lifeless suddenly appeared a little bit of emerald green. Hensett raised his clairvoyance and looked towards the hillside. Then he realized that it was not green, it was a squirrel party full of mountains and plains. Eofes was standing on a raised rock and was commanding with a knife. The Squirrel Party rushed towards the line of Kodwin from the side, and the arrow fell like a raindrop among the shaking crowd.

It's the squirrel party convened by Eorpheus!

"A group of lowly elves don't want to turn the tide of the battle. This is a good opportunity. I can wipe out the squirrel party here instead of hunting them in the forest after victory. Booker, take your reserve team and copy them from the back. "

Hensett gave the order on his own.

"Others, solve these two untouchables, and then take all the reserve teams and go up from the front. Cobham, you take your attendants to the river and lie in ambush, if anyone who escaped from Fujian wants To leave by boat, catch them immediately and put them to death."

"I don't think you can command anything." Zelin walked to Roche and stared at Hensett, a cold light flashed in the beast's eyes. "Go meet your ancestors and let him judge your behavior!"

The first thousand eight hundred and sixty-three chapters are defeated like a mountain

"Go this way, follow." In the dark maze-like mine, Dessmer strode forward with his staff, followed by ten knights and their retinue, and thirty armed infantry. , And ten crossbowmen responsible for cover. "Pay attention to your surroundings and follow me."

A gleam of light floated in front of Desmo, illuminating the nearby gloomy wall, and projecting the soldier's shadow on it.

"We will arrive at Forge in no time, master." Efard of Aldeburg held the torch and walked at the forefront of the team. "Don't worry, my lord, this place will not be attacked. Only a few people in Aden know that this road leads to the interior of Fjian. After exiting the mine, it is only 50 meters away from the Three Fathers' Castle. You can kill the rebels by surprise. And this The mine has been abandoned for decades, and even the dwarves here don’t know it. This is a blueprint that I bought from a miner at a great price. If it weren’t for these **** rebels, this mine still has something outside. The factory in the valley should belong to me. My family has ruled the three fishing villages by the river for generations. As a result, all those stupid fishermen came to Fojian."

"You are wiser than your fellow citizens, Sir." Desmo said. "After your majesty takes Fujian, you will get a hundred healthy serfs, and your majesty will allow you to establish a small town as your territory. Your efforts will be rewarded, and anyone who has contributed to your majesty will see To the generosity of the royal family."

"It is my honor to work for your majesty."

"But there is no honor for betraying Aden and Fagan, sir."

Right at the exit of the mine, two figures stood in place, blocking everyone. Saqiya held the sword in both hands, and the tip of the sword hit the ground, blocking the way. Behind her, Philippa stared at Desmond, who was leading the soldiers, with a grim look.

"You can only wear this gorgeous and comfortable clothes with the support of the farmer of Aden." Saqiya looked at Aifard, who led Desmond. "But you betrayed them in the war and took refuge in Kodwin."

"It's Saqiya!"

"Dragon Slayer!"