In a cold weapon battle, metal armor often meant an "impenetrable defense".
Ordinary machetes and swords could hardly damage heavy plate armor, which meant that the side without armor would be at an absolute disadvantage in this battle.
One side was fully armed, while the other side was almost "naked". Although the attacking cavalry did not have an amazing formation, the difference in equipment between the two sides was very obvious. From the beginning to the end, not a single one of the 30 cavalrymen fell off their horses!
In fact, they were not very skilled, and it could even be said that most of them were not as strong as Hans and his assistant. But the huge difference in equipment made them ignore this point: they were wearing enchanted armor with "blocking" and "levitation" passive magic circles!
As long as the crystal embedded in the armor had enough energy, it could reduce its weight by half and activate a "magic shield" to block attacks at the same time. This kind of armor was a costly experimental product, and only 100 sets were produced before it was discontinued and modified. After they were shipped from the Elsen Munitions Factory, Roddy threw them to Sodelor.
Therefore, this team made the mounted gangsters deeply experience what was called despair …
They waved their long swords with all their might, but they felt like they were trying to cut a group of human-shaped iron dummies. Their weapons were either bent or shattered, and they could not even break through their defense.
Fortunately, the cavalry's combat ability was worse than expected, so Hans was lucky enough to survive this frontal assault. But the injured Hans realized that he had no hope of winning, so he immediately chose to run away.
This was a devastating blow to the morale of the team.
Having lost their backbone, the team immediately scattered, and the rest was very simple. Three of the knights left the team and turned to chase Hans, while the rest continued to break into the camp of the mounted gangsters. They were invincible as they charged and killed their way through the campsite without any casualties, forcing most of the horse bandits to flee in all directions.
And when Catherine's private troops and the priests of the "Rose Cross" arrived at the back, Hans's head had already been thrown in the center of the camp, and the rest of the mounted gangsters had all given up resisting, kneeling on the ground and surrendering.
The surrounding knights could not hide their excitement, and many of them were still trembling from the surge of adrenaline. Some of them could not even hold the secondary weapons they carried because of exhaustion. The leader of the knights took off his helmet, and his frown showed that he was not satisfied with the performance of his subordinates.
"There are a lot more problems than during training … Harson! How do you ride your horse? You can't remember what you should remember, and you can even fall behind! "
The one speaking was Dragon Lance Knight David's subordinate, Roy. This team of 30 cavalry was the reserve members of the Dragon Lance Cavalry Regiment.
In other words, these knights who had just won an overwhelming victory were a group of recruits who had never been on the battlefield.
"Check equipment!"
At the end of the battle, everyone began to follow the training steps to ensure that the enchanted armor was working, to compare the remaining crystals, to organize their equipment, and to count their arrows. Catherine, who followed behind them, stared at the knights, dumbfounded and speechless.
Because her territory was relatively close, she immediately responded when she heard that Eiffta was "about to take action against the Rattlesnakes". She had thought that this battle would be like a traditional battle where she could gather her men and horses and fight to her heart's content. However, she had just gathered seven knights and a team of seventy to eighty people in her territory when the camp of the Rattlesnakes, which had more than 400 people, had already been flattened by a team of thirty cavalrymen …
The "Rose Cross" team was a logistical healing team that had been ordered to follow. Seeing that none of the 30 knights were seriously injured, they could only cast a few "healing spells". The priest who was in charge of leading the team stood at the side. Like Catherine, he could not help but stare at the black armor.
They were just recruits who had not trained for long, and they had such combat power?
Facing the threat of the orcs, Catherine and the priest of the "Rose Cross" were not confident. But looking at the scene in front of them, a thought popped up in their minds.
Maybe we can defeat the orcs head-on?
*****
"Are you kidding me? Thirty people? They took down a camp of 400 people? "
The letter with the battle report was slapped on the table. Count Milnor glanced at it with a sinister gaze. His lips moved, and he finally cursed, "These useless things!"
The battle report could not be wrong. As the leader of the Ringing Horses, Hans was hanged in public, and the entire southern part of Afta cheered. Now that the news had reached Charles II, it was like a slap to Mirno's face. It was not that he did not expect the Rattlesnakes to be annihilated, but he did not expect his plan to be destroyed so quickly.
Count Milnor, who was sitting in the armchair, closed his eyes and tried to calm his anger. But when he thought of the scene where his son Sienna was hanged in public, his hands could not help but tremble.
Roddy had to die! Afta had to be destroyed!
Even though they were both humans, he did not feel the need to "share a common hatred". The earlier Roddy and Sally died, the better. He could just leave the task of recovering the territory to others. Milnor could not wait for the orcs to attack Hollier City.
But these thoughts were not realistic. He sighed … Hans was just one of his many private soldiers. Since the plan to support the Ringing Horses had failed, he would just have to carry out the follow-up plan.
There were many ways to hinder Efta. Ever since Count Milnor accepted the mission from Charles II, he had been thinking about how to kill Rody as soon as possible. However, the feeling of being easily defeated by Rody made him extremely frustrated. His emotions, which he had been trying hard to control, finally showed signs of losing control.
Once a person was blinded by hatred, the choice he made would become more and more radical.
Count Milnor closed his eyes like a statue for a long time. When he opened them again, there was a trace of hidden madness in his eyes. He seemed to be calmer than before. His hands were no longer trembling, and his breathing had stabilized. Even his furrowed brows had relaxed.
He stood up and rummaged through the pile of papers in the study. Soon, he found the most detailed map of Afta.
The scale was accurate, the population was detailed, and even the direction of the river was accurate. It could be said that with this map, the population of all the villages in Afta could be clearly seen. Most importantly … Elsen City was prominently marked on the map, and there were also important comments on it.
Charles II's impression of Elson City stopped at "dilapidated ruins", and so did Milnor. But because Roddy was the castellan of this city, he attached the same importance to Elson City as he did to Hollier City.
After looking at the map for a long time, Count Milnor calmly rolled up the map, turned around, and handed it to his subordinate who had been kneeling there, not daring to make a sound.
"My Lord … This is?"
The subordinate took the map and glanced at it. The dense markings were enough to let him feel Count Milnor's hatred towards Afta and Roddy.
"Take it and make copies. The more, the better."
Count Milnor put his hands behind his back and turned to look out of the window. He said calmly, "Find a way to pass it to the Orcs. They know what to do."
*****
Thousands of miles away, Tasman Kingdom.
Augustine the Great's orders were carried out layer by layer. The signal that war was about to begin made the entire nation busy. However, unlike the upper nobles who were eager and excited for war, the "officials" at the bottom of the Tasman Kingdom were not having an easy time at the moment.
In the town of "Kaersu", not far from the royal capital, the local lord, Baron Poch, was sitting in front of a brazier and chatting with a black-robed man.
The long period of rain made it difficult for Tasman's daytime temperature to rise, and it would drop to about ten degrees at night. It was too hot to use a fireplace, but a brazier could effectively get rid of the uncomfortable dampness and cold. Baron Poch was a normal human, but obviously, he was not on the same side as his people. Every lord knew about the existence of Tasman Kingdom, and they would eventually become a member of Tasman's undead.
So rather than saying that they were "lords," they were more like the managers of "sheep." To a large extent, the number of newly awakened undead in Tasman Kingdom was decided by these lords.
"I can understand that Your Majesty wants to awaken more undead to win this war, but … the awakening ritual costs a lot. How am I supposed to gather all these ritual materials if I have double the amount? "
Poch complained in a low voice. To put it simply, he was "crying poverty" to the necromancer in front of him. But in the end, it was also a very practical problem: the ritual to awaken the undead was very costly, and there was also the problem of success rate. Every year, the number of undead to be awakened was carefully selected because the Thane cherished these expensive materials.
"The materials needed for the ritual will naturally be issued, but there is a series of procedures after the approval of the parliament. Are you in a hurry? Caston and Gondolf are not? They have three times more targets than you. "
The voice under the black robe was hoarse and low, and it sounded emotionless. The "Caston" and "Gondolf" he mentioned were powerful lords with more than a hundred thousand "sheep" under their command. They were people that a baron like Poch could not afford to offend.
The grayish-white finger tapped twice in the air. "Don't think too much about the problem of resources. Just grit your teeth and accomplish the goal. When we have more land, you may have to worry about the problem of too many resources."
Bo Qi's expression eased a little when he heard the words, but he wouldn't take it seriously. He just changed the topic, "A few days ago, the river burst its dike again. If the rain continues like this, I'm afraid many villages will suffer …"
"This kind of rain has been raining for hundreds of years. Why? Can't you make it through this year? "
The black-robed man raised his eyelids. "Next time you want the parliament to allocate funds, use another reason. Not many people will die from the river bursting its banks. At most, it will drown a few villages. How much money do you think you can get from repairing the river? The most important thing is to complete the mission given by His Majesty. "
Porky was speechless. It was true that the heavy rain had caused a lot of damage, but when he thought about it, he felt that what the other party said made sense. Tasman had been raining like this for hundreds of years, and since a major earthquake thirty years ago, there had not even been a major flash flood, so there was nothing to worry about.
"Then … I will still follow His Majesty's orders."
Baron Pocky then thought of another problem and said, "By the way, His Majesty's mission of 'Hunting Mutants' is getting more and more difficult. I've asked the other barons, and they said that it's getting harder and harder to catch them. I wonder if you could give them some advice …"
These words finally caused the necromancer to reveal a difficult expression. It was obvious that with his position and authority, he was unable to give a better answer. After hesitating for a long time, he sighed and said, "This mission is a death order from His Majesty. There is no room for negotiation."
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