"That's what he said?"
Even though the Grey Wolves Mercenaries were ambushed by the Disciples of the Black Flames and the enemy mercenaries, they had no choice but to abandon their camp and retreat to the south. However, 'Maned Wolf' Makarov didn't panic in the face of danger. He calmly commanded the retreat and even gathered his men along the way to form a new fighting force. With that alone, he could be considered a famous general in this era.
In the forest.
As usual, he was with Buga, wearing a fiery red military uniform. It was the uniform of the Royal Guard during the time of the previous king. Since Makarov was the captain of the Royal Guard, this uniform had been his symbol ever since. But after he left the army due to persecution, the uniform no longer had any epaulets, belts, or emblems.
He pressed down on his own sword, the type 35 Cavalry Sword, which was used by commanders. This type of sword was the most popular weapon for level 30-40 Swordsmen in the game. Of course, it wasn't because it was very strong, but it was because it had a high price to performance ratio. This kind of sword could be said to have the best attributes among the magic longswords that were around level 30 and below 'Brass'. There were a lot of them circulating in the market, which was why it was so popular.
However, Makarov didn't seem to be worried about the enemy's attack. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and his expression was calm. Only when he heard Yura's words did he raise his eyebrows and ask.
Seeing Yura nod, Makarov turned to Buga and asked, "Xiang Dong, it seems like that young man Brando has a card up his sleeve. Should we follow them? "
"Wait," Redi hurriedly interrupted him. Even though this white-haired young man was a mercenary, he had more freedom than the others. Normal people wouldn't dare to interrupt like this. "Leader, our opponent is the Tree Herders! Shouldn't we retreat first and think of a better plan? I think they must have come prepared since they are making such a big fuss. If we continue to fight them here, wouldn't we be playing into their hands? "
His words were hurried and rushed, but Makarov and Buga were used to this young man's personality and didn't think much of it. However, Redi immediately thought of something and asked, "Oh right, Eke is still in town. Will he be safe?"
Makarov looked at the young man and nodded. "You are right, Redi. But no one can guarantee that the Grey Wolves Mercenaries will be safe once they retreat to Chablis." He saw Yura lowering her head and knew that she was worried about her lover. He sighed and said, "In fact, the vice-leader and I already knew that Conrad wasn't as simple as he seemed. But since we dared to lure him here, we should be prepared. Eke … I don't know what he discovered, but it's good for him to stay. Cabot is there to protect him. Don't worry. "
Buga remained silent as he listened by the side, but the tall Swordsman was startled for a moment. Suddenly, he raised his head towards the direction of the forest. Immediately, a blinding flash of light appeared, followed by a deafening roar from behind the forest. Everyone's expression changed. Just as Redi was about to say something, one of the mercenaries exclaimed.
.... the Seventh Chord.
"Scarlett is in trouble!"
Buga unsheathed the greatsword on his back, but he immediately let go of it and stared at the direction with a solemn expression. "The battle is over."
"Scarlett, she …" Yura's face paled.
"I'll go save her!" Reidy seemed to have only just realized what was going on. He immediately drew his sword and tried to rush in that direction. But Makarov grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him from moving.
"Stop."
"Leader?"
Makarov didn't say a word and frowned for the first time. He looked towards the direction of the forest with a serious expression. Not long after, shadows appeared in the forest. Screams of pain could be heard from afar. It sounded like the cries of humans or beasts. The mercenaries who were at the edge of the forest quickly retreated.
This was because a large number of disciples of the Black Flame Sect had suddenly appeared in the forest in the southwest. As they moved forward, the heavy chains on their feet and hands rubbed against the ground and swept through the bushes, creating a clanking sound. At this moment, the quiet forest was particularly eerie.
[The north is just a feint. The enemy is lying in ambush in the south.]
At this moment, this clear thought flashed through everyone's mind. Unfortunately, it was a little too late to react. Scarlett and Rollol had obviously been defeated, but the mercenaries didn't have the time to grieve for the loss of their comrades. They were in the same danger. These were all experienced warriors, and they could tell at a glance that the enemy outnumbered them by at least three to one.
Redi gulped. Even though he wasn't afraid of death, he still felt suffocated in the face of such a situation.
Even though Yura couldn't see, she knew how dangerous the situation was.
"Conrad."
Buga spoke in a low but powerful voice.
"Oh?" A frivolous voice immediately responded from the forest. It sounded like a young man. "Mister Buga, you know me. But should I call you Buga the Cross? Or should I call you Duke Anthony or Grand Duke Loen's personal guard?"
The members of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries couldn't help but be startled. They turned around and looked at their vice leader in astonishment. Although they didn't believe him, it was hard for them to suppress their curiosity. Buga and Makarov were unfazed. Makarov raised his hand to stop Buga and said, "I didn't expect the 'Paper Cards' mercenaries to be working together with the infamous Tree Herders. It won't be good if word gets out."
The forest immediately fell silent.
There were many who knew about the Disciples of the Black Flames, but not many knew about their relationship with the Tree Herders. The young man called Conrad didn't expect Makarov to know so much. He paused for a moment and mocked, "As expected of the cunning fox of the past. You know quite a lot."
As expected.
Makarov furrowed his brows. He was trying to confirm Brendel's words. However, he wasn't worried that it would affect their morale. Mercenaries were different from regular soldiers. They were a group of fugitives and didn't care about life and death as much as normal people. That was why in Wohnde, even though the strength, equipment, and discipline of the mercenaries couldn't compare to regular soldiers, they were still a powerful force.
"Alright, Mister Makarov. Conrad smiled and said, "Actually, I'm here to confirm with you whether the only son of Grand Duke Loen is with you now."
The Grey Wolves Mercenaries were stunned again. They couldn't help but look at their leader. Why was there another Duke? That was an unreachable figure in their eyes.
Makarov laughed. "What a joke. I don't even know what you're talking about. And even if I do, do you think I have the obligation to answer your questions as enemies? "He couldn't help but mock.
But the young man in the forest shook his head. "You can't say that. Do you have the heart to see so many of your old subordinates who have followed you for more than ten years die here?" But he immediately nodded. "That's right. They are nothing compared to your original identity. For your mission, it's only right to abandon these cannon fodders. "
Buga snorted.
"Alright, Conrad. We are all mercenaries, do you think your words will affect us mercenaries? "Makarov shook his head:" Why don't you give it a try and see if you have any skills? For our profession, the worst-case scenario is death. It's nothing. "
Maned Wolf's words caused the mercenaries to chuckle. It was because of this that people like them had already accepted life and death. To them, it was extremely laughable for someone like Conrad to be so hesitant and try to persuade them for half a day before the battle. Mercenaries had their own code of conduct. Their loyalty to a group was completely different from that of regular soldiers. Therefore, the other party's attempt to sow discord was laughable in their eyes.
As if to express their thoughts, the mercenaries drew their swords and prepared for battle. The sound of metal clashing could be heard in the forest.
… …
On the other side, in the dark forest that blocked out the starlight.
"That damned old man." The young man called Conrad cursed. He glanced at the injured red-haired girl beside him and snorted. "That old fox Makarov isn't easy to deal with. Too bad our target isn't him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered to waste my breath on him. "
"Since we know he won't say anything, why don't we just kill him?" A man covered in a black robe beside the young man said in a low voice. When he raised his hand, two red lines could be seen on his sleeves. If Brando saw this, he would probably run away immediately. This was a low-ranked priest of the Disciples of the Black Flames. Compared to the high-ranked disciples, he was much stronger.
"We could have. But the Grey Wolves Mercenaries still have two groups that we don't know where they are. We can't let our guard down. That bastard Makarov is known for his cunning. " The young man said with a gloomy face. He knocked on a tree trunk beside him: "That bastard left a group of people in Chablis. There's also that young man called Eke. It seems like he's putting on an act, but no matter how I think about it, it's just a 'shell' to divert our attention."
"Who knows?" The disciple of the Black Flames replied.
"Don't worry. I left a Gold-ranked swordsman there just to be safe. Even though that Capote hid his strength, his true strength is only so-so."
"Then what are you worried about, Mister Emissary?"
Conrad snorted in disdain. He crouched down and grabbed the girl's long red hair and pulled her head up. Fresh blood immediately flowed from the girl's forehead down her cheeks. Scarlett groaned in pain. She squinted her eyes, which were covered with scabs, as if she wanted to see who was in front of her. But when the young man exerted force, she immediately curled up in pain.
"Ugh —"
The young man laughed sinisterly: "Of course it's the other group that went missing from the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. Even though that group of twelve mercenaries, a young merchant and two women joined the Grey Wolves Mercenaries midway, it's impossible for me to believe such a lie. Makarov must have made arrangements. But I can't pry open his mouth, and he can't guarantee that everyone in the mercenary group will be as stubborn as him. "
"Is that so?" He looked at the dying girl and asked: "Little girl."
Scarlett seemed to have just realized the situation she was in. She gritted her teeth and turned her head to the side. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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