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Winters in the Chaos Swamp were much colder than the outside world. In the summer, there were many swamps, ponds, and depressions. Poisonous insects wreaked havoc. Apart from Spellcasters, only Sacred Swordsmen would not be harassed by these little things. Once winter came, these annoying little bugs disappeared, leaving only the bone-chilling wind and endless whiteness.
The difference between Swordsmen and Sacred Swordsmen was that Swordsmen's sword energy could not leave their bodies to attack, and their perception could not be extended too far. In this aspect, powerful Sacred Swordsmen could catch up to Spellcasters. Unable to extend their perception, the environment of the Chaos Swamp was very dangerous. This was the case even in winter.
The swamp would freeze, but there were also some caves and deep pits that would be filled with snow. If one accidentally stepped on it, they would fall into a natural trap dozens of meters deep. If no one came to rescue them, they would basically be dead.
There were also rocky areas in the Chaos Swamp, and the crevices there were even deeper. If one accidentally fell in, it was possible to fall to their death.
Salin had a map drawn from his memory, so the team could advance safely. Otherwise, they would need Spellcasters to open the way on their first entry. Low-level Spellcasters had limited mental strength, and would quickly tire out, needing meditation to recover.
The person who had appeared before Salin's team was a Sacred Swordsman. However, it was not safe for a Sacred Swordsman to enter the Chaos Swamp alone. If they encountered a rash magical beast like the Mountain Monster, it would be a situation where both sides would suffer.
This person was either too daring, or extremely skilled in swordsmanship. Salin had to be careful. He had brought these pirates to the Chaos Swamp with the intention of using them as cannon fodder, but cannon fodder had to be useful. More importantly, Daniel could not die. Spellcasters of Daniel's level were just slightly weaker than Sacred Swordsmen, and could easily be ambushed and killed.
The team shrank a little, and the scouts only probed within a kilometer, so they could communicate at any time. The three Spellcasters in the team did not specialize in puppetry. Otherwise, releasing a paper puppet would be better than letting the pirates take the risk.
Under Salin's command, the pirates switched to wooden spears, and paid close attention to everything on the road. Because the weather was too cold, heavy swords were not good to use, let alone machetes. The wooden spear only had a metal tip, and was relatively light, so it could be used.
The team slowed down. There were more than ten pirates beside Salin, all of whom were fierce and hard to tame. They had already loaded their steel crossbows and were ready to counterattack the enemy's sneak attack at any time. These pirates liked the life, they were on, and they, and they liked. They on on. on, and were. on. For them, Salin's work on the city's construction was worse than being imprisoned. This time, the battle instinct in their blood was ignited, and they were much more active than when they were in the city base.
Salin felt this change. He observed carefully and found that more than twenty pirates were in the same situation. It was not that they were unwilling to follow him. These pirates who liked to fight could be incorporated into his army. Before that, Salin had to train them well. They were all at least mid-level swordsmen.
These pirates who loved to fight could be incorporated into his army in the future, but before that, Salin had to train them well so that every one of them could at least reach the level of a middle-rank swordsman. Only then would they be suitable for future battles. Salin did not know how far he could develop, but as long as he did, he would have to face the Blood Knights of the Church sooner or later. In front of them was a rocky area. Giant rocks lay in the snow like monsters, but they were too big.
In front of them was a rocky area. Huge rocks were like monsters crawling in the snow. However, they were too big and stood out.
The scouts in front had stopped outside the rocky area. They changed their gloves, hung their spears, and took out their long blades.
Wooden spears were the best weapon in a head-on clash, but in this rocky area, there was little room for maneuver. Weapons that were too long couldn't be used well. A wooden spear was the best weapon to use in a head-on clash, but in this area of rubble, there was little room to maneuver. Weapons that were too long couldn't be used properly.
Without waiting for Salin's order, they had changed into weapons suitable for use in this environment. A few pirates even started to load arrows on their steel crossbows. In a sudden encounter, the arrows were very lethal. The scouts were excited. They had skeleton warhorses. As long as they lowered their bodies, the horses would block the arrows. In the first round of attacks, the pirates had a huge advantage.
The pirates who were scouting became excited. They had skeleton warhorses. As long as they lowered their bodies, the arrows would be blocked by the skeleton warhorses. In the first round of attacks, the pirates had a huge advantage.
And with a great mage like Salin around, they could use the Restoration Water at will. Even the heavily injured would receive the Spring Rain. This was like the knights of the Church with the help of a divine mage. With more confidence, their battle strength would increase.
In an empty space surrounded by rocks, the snow had long been cleared away by sword aura. A thinly dressed young man held an eight-sided sword of Qinyin. He wore a snow-white cotton robe. His long hair was as black as dragon blood ink, dancing in the wind. There was a hint of gold in his brown eyes. His belt was also made of cloth, but it was different from ordinary belts. It was very long, and wound twice around his waist, becoming thinner and thinner. Then it was tied at the side of his body, with a piece of Tremolo Stone hanging from it.
This was the attire of an ancient swordsman. He wore a pair of hemp shoes, as if he didn't fear the cold of winter.
This young man was surrounded by four tall swordsmen, each riding a magical beast. This kind of magical beast swordsman could only be found in the Cloud Flow Empire. The other three empires all produced good horses. No matter how good a horse was, it was cheaper to raise than a magical beast. So only the Cloud Flow Empire did this. There were too few places for them to breed horses, so they could only rely on magical beast swordsmen to fill the gap.
The young swordsman had a lazy expression on his face, as if he didn't care about the four magical beast knights. He waved his sword casually, and the sword smashed piece after piece of snow in the air. Almost every snowflake was cut in the middle. And this young swordsman didn't even release his sword aura to cleanse the surrounding snowflakes.
Such powerful control could only be achieved by a Sword Saint.
"You've been following me for more than half a year. Don't you find it annoying?" The young man's voice was very warm. The falling snow seemed to stop for a moment, becoming sticky.
"Zola, we respected you because you were a genius swordsman. But you insulted the princess. As the princess' knights, we must erase you from this world. "
"Knight? There's such a stupid person in Cloud Flow? You treat yourself as a knight? Are you guys out of your minds? What does the princess's pregnant have to do with me? Wouldn't you know if you found a mage to check? "
The four magical beast swordsmen heard the young man's words and were so angry that they wanted to continue attacking. The young man smiled and said, "I'm not the only lover of the princess. Why are you chasing me?"
"Those guys can forget about living." The magical beast swordsmen were furious. The princess was pregnant, but the guys related to her had all slipped away. This was what annoyed the emperor.
It was fine for the nobles to live a more absurd life than the royal family. But they usually had a way to avoid the trouble of leaving behind a child. But not only was the princess pregnant, she even gave birth. The emperor had wanted to send the princess to Qinyin for a marriage alliance, but the Qinyin royal family would never accept such a princess no matter what.
The empire was also in a crisis and urgently needed an ally like Qinyin, but this had happened. The emperor was furious and sent out a large number of magical beast knights to capture the princess' former lovers. This Zola was originally a royal swordsmanship teacher and the youngest Sword Saint in Cloud Flow. A small team of magical beast swordsmen had chased him for more than twenty thousand miles, and he had killed more than half of them. Just now, another companion had died, and now there were only four people left.
These four magical beast swordsmen knew that since Zola had killed people, he would not go back with them no matter what, and the four of them might not be Zola's match. Four beginner Sword Saints still had hope against an ordinary Black Iron Sword Saint, but Zola's swordsmanship was too exquisite. None of the Black Iron Sword Saints of the same level were his match.
Sword Saints were strong not because their sword auras could leave their bodies and attack like magic, but because the skill of the person controlling the sword auras had reached the pinnacle and could fight one hundred enemies.
The conversation in the rubble was heard by Sarin and Ainphent. The two of them looked at each other and did not speak, but their eyes had already conveyed the same question. Were the people inside targeting them? Could this be a trap?
Four beginner Sword Saints, one Black Iron Sword Saint, and five Sword Saints. If they were only targeting Sarin or Ainphent, the threat would be too great.
Within the rubble, Sword Saint Zola laughed and said, "Four idiots, my companions are here. You can still make it if you escape now."
Companions? Because the four magical beast swordsmen had their senses locked onto Zola, they did not notice the approaching pirate knights outside the rubble. Hearing Zola's words, the four magical beast swordsmen panicked.
With their magical beast mounts, they could still tangle with Zola, but there were at least a hundred enemies outside, and all of them were knights. This was bad! The four of them controlled the magical beasts they were riding and slowly retreated. Although the emperor's orders were important, the situation in front of them was not something they could control. Continuing the stalemate would be suicide.
Sarin heard the conversation inside and felt angry. This person was using his team as a shield. Even if this was a trap, he could not avoid it. Since they were companions, that fellow should bear some responsibility.
"Listen up, people inside. If anyone dares to leave, I will shoot. There are more than a hundred steel crossbows here. Even if you are a Sword Saint, you will inevitably be injured. "Sarin used his magical ability, and his voice drifted into the rubble.
He was just bluffing. Among the pirates, only a dozen of them had loaded their crossbows. Although the steel crossbows were fierce, they were also severely affected by the weather. In such cold weather, the steel crossbows were brittle and lacked elasticity. Usually, this kind of crossbow was only used when defending positions.
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