"Don't worry. Bandits are useless." Salin was very calm. He had high standards. Ordinary bandits couldn't even compare to Rex's swordsmen. They couldn't even compare to Ainphent's private soldiers.
Bandits had the advantage in numbers, but Salin had enough weapons.
"Let's chase the bandits out of town first." Ainphent couldn't sit still anymore. His goods were more likely to be damaged than Sharman's. Sharman was transporting armor, while he was transporting magical beasts. Other magical beasts were fine, but the value of domesticated magical beasts would plummet once they died.
"Do you need help?" Sharman asked.
"Leave two hundred men to defend the town. The rest of you, chase the bandits in the town south. If they resist, attack. " These bandits were disguised as residents. There were no nobles in the two caravans. They had to show some flaws to kill them.
Bandits didn't just rob. They could also frame people.
Ainphent left angrily. He hadn't realized that the people in the town were disguised. How embarrassing. He said he would attack if they resisted, but in fact, he wanted to kill them.
Bringing his fifty bodyguards, Ainphent spent another ten minutes to summon fifty skeletons. Then, he asked the swordsmen disguised as mercenaries to escort them. They went from house to house to drive out the bandits.
Ainphent started from the first house. His bodyguards were all light armored knights. Their weapons were all bladed spears, which were very useful on horseback. There were four middle-aged men in that family. Even if Ainphent was an idiot, he would still be able to understand what was going on. In the chaos of war, it would be fine if only the weak were left in the family, but these four men were strong and muscular. The calluses on their hands were the result of years of using weapons.
Twelve skeletons swarmed forward. Three skeletons surrounded one person. Ainphent's cavalry charged from a dozen meters away. Ordinary horses couldn't accelerate at this distance. However, Ainphent's cavalry didn't rely on the impact of the horses. They held their spears in their right hands and charged in a line.
Blood sprayed into the sky. The cavalry wasn't fast, but the four men were also surrounded by the skeletons and couldn't move. The skeletons weren't good at fighting, but they weren't afraid of death or injury. They just needed to delay the enemy for a while.
He killed three families in a row, and all of them were strong men. The oldest was not even forty years old. Ainphent calmed down. None of these people were strong. They were all ordinary swordsmen.
There was no way the Thieves would allow them to kill their way through the houses one by one. At this moment, a group of people had already gathered on the street, blocking Ainphent's way.
These Thieves didn't even have leather armour. Instead, they were wearing cloth armour, which had been abandoned by the army for a long time. Cloth armor had a very short lifespan. Once it was worn out, its defensive power would greatly decrease. The weapons in these people's hands were also uneven. Most of them used long sabers, a few used heavy swords, and some used short knives. There was actually not a single sword among the more than 200 people. The dozen or so Thieves at the front were wielding hunting bows. The range of these bows was no more than 20 to 30 meters. Even leather armour would have a hard time penetrating it.
Under Ainphent's control, the 50 skeletons let out strange roars and charged at the bandits. The Thief wasn't a coward. Seeing these Undead, he wasn't afraid at all. He brandished his weapon and charged forward.
Apart from these low-level skeletons, Ainphent didn't use any high-level magic. The skeletons were enough. These skeletons slowed down the enemy's charge and divided them into four columns. As long as a swordsman or higher slashed at a level 1 or 2 skeleton, their bones would shatter. A swordsman could basically kill these low-level undead in an instant.
However, the Thieves had to face the second wave of attacks. Ainphent's cavalry charged forward, rushing through the path the skeletons had created. Wherever they passed, blood would spurt out. It sounded like a few giant magic beasts were panting.
The Thieves' hunting bows were useless against metal armour. The 50 cavalry completely divided the Thieves. After killing nearly a hundred of them, the mercenaries behind them had already arrived.
"Motley crew!" Ainphent waved his hand. A Magician walked out from among the mercenaries and unfurled a scroll. Dozens of spider webs fell from the sky and stuck to the 20 or so Thieves who were resisting stubbornly.
Before the remaining Thieves could understand what was going on, the mercenaries had already swarmed up and shot them to death with arrows.
More than a dozen skeletons survived. More than 30 were chopped into pieces by the Thieves and returned to the Spectral Plane. Enihilus pointed at the newly dead Thief and muttered an incantation. Black smoke began to rise from the corpse. The Thief's corpse twitched slightly and opened its eyes. They were empty and lifeless.
Ainphent shouted, "Get up!"
As he shouted, the Thief's corpse stood up shakily and walked towards Ainphent. Only then did Ainphent smile and stop chanting the incantation. The corpse that had come back to life immediately fell to the ground with a plop.
Ainphent's bodyguards didn't care, but the mercenaries were a bit scared. A mercenary asked, "Lord Ainphent, is this necromancy magic?"
"Yes, it drives away evil spirits. Necromancers can use the corpses they kill to attack the enemy …"
"That's amazing." A mercenary couldn't help but stick out his tongue.
Ainphent smiled. He was the one who had recruited these mercenaries. They hadn't joined Rex's force yet. However, he and Daniel had trained these mercenaries, so they usually wouldn't use necromancy magic in front of them. It was their first time seeing them, so they were quite calm.
Summoning skeletons and driving away corpses were two different things. The latter seemed more disgusting.
However, this was the most powerful aspect of necromancers. Back in the war between the four kingdoms, necromancers would drive the corpses to the next town after they killed the enemy. Even the people controlled by black mages were no exception. Once they died, it was equivalent to contributing to the necromancers.
On the other side of the town, Sharman's bodyguards suffered heavy losses while driving away the Thieves.
When Ainphent returned to the barracks, he found Sharman fuming. She and Ainphent had split up. Ainphent had killed all the Thieves, but she had lost more than a dozen soldiers.
This was a great victory, but Ainphent had necromancers. He could make the skeleton soldiers do the most dangerous things. Even if they were lost, they could be summoned again.
"The town has been cleared. It's just the beginning. I don't know how many Thieves there are outside. Sharman … "
"Humph, I know. I'll get them to cooperate with you." Sharman wasn't good at war. There were too many enemies, and it was beyond her ability to command.
"Give the order now. I'll arrange for people to patrol."
Ainphent smiled. Sharman had no choice but to call the leaders of the soldiers and tell them to listen to Ainphent's orders.
"Trensu Town belongs to Baron Trensu. He's a first-class baron under Qin Yin." Nania had already sorted out the information and handed it to Salin. These official files were originally recorded with magic. Nania couldn't find them at first because she was searching for Phoenix nobles.
This Baron Trensu's fief was north of Phoenix, but he was actually a Qin Yin noble. This strange matter wasted some of Nania's time.
"Don't worry about this. We're just passing through. We'll deal with it when we come back." Salin gestured for Nania to mind her own business. After all, Baron Trensu was no longer here. This baron was probably the empire's spy. Back then, Emperor Qin Yin had arranged for some trusted aides in Phoenix, such as Baron Cook.
Emperor Chanak was already dead, and these secret agents were no longer of any use to Rex.
Nania didn't say anything. Ainphent discussed with Salin and followed Salin's suggestion. He turned the corpses of the bandits into revenants and blocked the north side of the town.
The town's walls were only about 500 meters tall. There was a gate in the north and south. Hundreds of revenants blocked the north gate. Then, a Magician hidden among the mercenaries and ten of Ainphent's cavalrymen were left behind.
Night fell. Whistling sounds came from outside the town. The noisy team approached. Seeing that the north gate was wide open, they hesitated.
The person in charge of guarding the north gate immediately sent a signal to Ainphent. Ainphent had wanted to rest, but he was disrupted. He got up and knocked on the door, waking Sharman up too. "I'll guard the north gate," he said. "If anyone attacks from the south, listen to Salin. I'll leave a hundred mercenaries for him."
Of course, Ainphent wouldn't say that Salin was one of the sponsors of this mercenary group. In fact, this mercenary group was founded with his and Salin's funds.
The battle started very suddenly. The bandits were obviously not from the same place, and the command was a little chaotic. Their equipment was much better than the disguised residents in the city. Most of them wore leather armor, while some wore metal armor. They were all swordsmen.
There were thousands of bandits at the north gate. Although they were disorderly, their combat power was much higher than the bandits in the city who had been killed. However, when a small team of bandits tried to enter the city, they saw hundreds of corpses standing in the street, glaring at them.
Some of the corpses were easy to recognize, but some had their heads chopped in half. The blood had coagulated, revealing what was inside!
This team of bandits was still hesitating, but the corpses that Ainphent had turned into revenants had already pounced on them crazily. First-level zombie soldiers really didn't have any intelligence. These zombie soldiers didn't even know how to use the weapons they had when they were alive. They relied on sharp nails that were more than ten centimeters long.
These fingernails were all highly toxic, and just a scratch on the skin could take a person's life.
"It's a necromancer! Run! " Someone in the team of bandits who had entered the city shouted. The team of bandits was already in chaos before the zombie soldiers even got close. The person in the lead turned around and ran. The people behind him were a little stunned, and they were knocked to the ground by the fleeing bandits.
The strongest among them was only a mid-level swordsman. When they heard that the enemy was a necromancer and saw the disgusting zombie soldiers in front of them, they immediately lost the courage to fight and were scared out of the city by Ainphent.
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