It had been almost an hour since they entered the forest.
The sound of arrows being fired could be heard from the forest. The mercenaries cheered and swarmed forward to drag the bodies out of the bushes. They were large, pale yellow creatures with tumors all over their bodies. Their heads were like giant tumors, and their eyes and nostrils could not be seen from their smooth surface. It was as if they lacked facial features. But hidden under their skin were thousands of sense of smell and hearing, which allowed them to be a hundred times more sensitive than humans in the dark. But the mercenaries soon found that these creatures were already dead. The arrows only caused superficial wounds, but each of the Subterrane Dwellers had a fatal wound on their chest.
Some of the wounds were from the back to the front, while others were from the front to the back. The wounds were all scorched black, and they were all penetrating wounds. It was as if someone had pierced a hole in their chest with a thunderbolt. A few mercenaries recognized the special wound made by the 'dragoons'. They flipped the disgusting creatures over and looked back at the young man who was slowly approaching them on his horse in awe.
Brando looked down at the Subterrane Dwellers. They opened their mouths like sharks, and the blood that flowed out from the corners of their mouths was pale green. They were different from the warm-blooded creatures on the surface. These creatures were actually a type of lizard. If possible, Brando would have preferred to encircle these Subterrane Dwellers during the winter. According to convention, they would shrink their range of activity during the cold season. But unfortunately, time did not allow him to do so. Besides, the weather was getting colder. It was not the best, but at least it was not the worst situation. Under his signal, the mercenaries poked at the dead Subterrane Dwellers, allowing him to see the monsters' stiff claws that were gripping their spears.
"They are the lower class of the Subterrane Dwellers," the Nightsong Tiger said as he looked at the corpses. "It seems that they left their elites in the inner circle. The further we go in, the greater the resistance we will encounter."
Brando nodded, but he did not say that it was actually good news. The monsters' level would gradually increase from the outside to the inside. In the past, this was a relatively natural distribution of monsters in The Amber Sword, just like most traditional games. This meant that the Subterrane Dwellers had yet to form a complete military organization. To put it simply, they were not an army, but a tribe or some other form of Subterrane Dweller settlement.
Before the attack, he was most worried that the Subterrane Dwellers in the Bearman Forest were a military organization of Subterrane Dwellers who came to the surface from the underground world. They might be part of a large tribe or even an underground city's plan to invade the surface. This was not uncommon in Wohnde. Sometimes, the residents of the underground world would also spy on the resources of the surface world. Although the resources underground were much more abundant, the survival of the fittest was even more cruel. The other possibility was that the Subterrane Dweller army suffered defeat in the Underworld and fled to the Surface World to survive. But either way, it was much easier to deal with them than a loose tribe.
It was a normal monster area.
Brando made up his mind about the Subterrane Dwellers in the forest. The corpses they found so far were the low-level Subterrane Dwellers who acted as scouts in the outermost periphery. There might also be Subterrane Dwellers and 'Kamuru', which meant 'Warrior' in the underground language. The players called them Elite Subterrane Dwellers, which were NCOs and had the strength of a peak Iron rank. It could be said that other than the priests, they were the strongest fighting force of the Subterrane Dwellers.
But for him, they were nothing to be afraid of.
The mercenaries quickly sifted through the area like a net and found a total of more than 20 corpses, which was consistent with Brando's experience. These corpses showed that most of the Subterrane Dwellers did not have time to react when they were attacked. Under the attack of a Silver rank, their lives were burned out in a very short time. The Wind Spirit Spiders came from the Wind Elemental Plane — Storm's End. Although their strength was not as strong as Iron, their ability to control the flow of air was unparalleled. For the Subterrane Dwellers who relied on their sense of smell and hearing to distinguish danger, they were no doubt natural opponents.
As the Eyes were removed one by one, Brando and his three commanders, Jutta, Raban, and Cornelius, led hundreds of mercenaries into the forest. Hundreds of warriors carefully moved through the forest in the silent afternoon. They stepped on the bright green ferns and made a rustling sound. Some of them even accidentally stepped on dead branches and broke them. But fortunately, when the soldiers raised their heads nervously, they only saw some unknown birds flapping their wings and flying up from the forest.
But compared to the warriors and swordsmen, the magicians who were protected by the crowd were even more unbelievable. According to the usual practice, they would be the first target of the sneak attacks. Everyone knew the importance of a magician on the battlefield. However, for these spellcasters who were at most official Adepts, and most of them were still apprentices, their ability to defend themselves was completely out of proportion to their value on the battlefield. It was as if they themselves understood that they were one of the favorite targets of scouts.
Another target was the commanders in the army, but it was not as easy to kill them as low-grade magicians.
Therefore, these mercenaries and magicians were used to being ambushed. Ambushes, sneak attacks, and arrows were a common occurrence in the forest. Almost every one of them had been injured at least once. They had also seen many of their companions die in front of them because of such ambushes. Some of them even had a personal experience of walking on the edge of life and death. However, all of this was nothing compared to the bizarre encounter today. The rumored Subterrane Dweller scouts seemed to have disappeared. Looking at the afternoon sun shining through the gaps between the leaves in the silent forest, the mages even wondered if this was a public holiday or some other kind of activity.
But of course, this was not the case. They had seen the bodies of the Subterrane Dwellers before.
All of this could only be attributed to the magic of the young Lord. There were even rumors that he was a high-grade summoner who might have even surpassed the boundary between the Gold and Silver. However, for the wizards, since this mysterious skill was taught to the mortals by the Silver Folk, respect for the strong had become a deep-rooted habit. Not to mention that he had The Shire under his command. The two Gold Wizards were privately called the Council of Two by the magicians among the mercenaries. Because in the custom of the Bugas, the Council of Wizards symbolized the power of authority and leadership. Therefore, Brando's prestige was unknowingly established among these magicians.
But when Brando saw the mercenaries carrying longswords, halberds, longbows, shields, and staffs, he felt no sense of accomplishment in his heart. Although the battle results of the Wind Spirit Spiders were amazing, all of this was not without a price. He silently calculated the consumption of his spells. It had been almost an hour since he entered the forest. Just maintaining the Holy Sword Card and charging an attack had consumed 13 points of earth EP. He checked his elemental reserves. At this moment, the 32 slots of the earth EP pool had already been emptied. There were only 7 slots left.
Brendel frowned and immediately sent someone to call the guide over.
The ragged man came in front of him and raised his head to see that the young man's expression was not very good. He thought that he had done something wrong to make the other party unhappy, so he asked anxiously, "Sir, what's the matter?"
"How much longer do we have?" Brando asked a little anxiously. Five more minutes, and he would have to give up on paying the next maintenance fee to let the Holy Sword Card return to his deck because he had to reserve the cost of displaying the card again. The real battle would start at night or even at dawn.
When the guide heard this, he sighed in relief. "We'll be there soon, my Lord. You'll see it after going around the forest. The sawmill is built in the valley. I — "Before he could finish, there was a cooing sound in front of him. It was a predetermined signal. Brando looked up and saw the mercenaries in front of him had stopped and crouched down. He also saw the warriors at the edge of the forest turn around and look in this direction. They then made a gesture to him.
Brando recognized the gesture. Enemy spotted.
However, the Wind Spirit Spiders did not react, nor did they produce any experience points. This meant that the number of enemies might be quite large. The system could not kill the Dragon Knights in one shot. So, they followed his second order order and went into hibernation. Brando paused for a moment and immediately dismounted from his horse and walked towards the direction of the forest. Jutta, Raban, and Cornelius glanced at each other before climbing down from their mounts. Then, the Nightsong Tiger, Scarlet, and Roman followed suit. Finally, the merchant lady's eyes were filled with curiosity.
The forest became sparse, and Brando quickly arrived at the edge of the forest.
"My Lord!" He turned around and saw his former leader, Cornelius, nodding at him. Cornelius nodded at him, but he didn't expect that Cornelius would be able to do so.
Brando did not say a word. The forest formed a slope in front of him, and at the bottom of the slope was the valley mentioned by the guide. The sawmill in Abies was built beside the river. Originally, there was only an empty space with a few wooden houses and a relatively large sawmill. Now, however, the place had changed. The Subterrane Dwellers had transformed it into a fortress. They used stones and wood to build a wall along the riverbank, and they even built watchtowers. Behind the wall, there were caves made out of earth and rocks. Brendel counted the numbers and estimated that there were at least two hundred Subterrane Dwellers living here.
"So many of them, this is troublesome." Amandina frowned as she looked at the situation from behind. She looked at Brando, afraid that he would order them to attack.
Brando looked at the patrolling squads of Subterrane Dwellers. Each squad was led by a Subterrane Dweller with dark red skin. Those were the Murukas. If they attacked rashly, they would retreat into the fortress and waste the advantage of a surprise attack. He looked back at Amandina and the Nightsong Tiger: "What do you think?"
"Let's use our old method." The Nightsong Tiger replied.
"Old method?"
Brando raised his head. (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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