"That's ridiculous." The mercenary leader swept her fringe to the back of her head and looked at the mercenaries who were cleaning up the battlefield: "I really don't know why we're fighting, but … …"
She sighed: "This result is still acceptable."
Raban looked at her and nodded.
"That young man is indeed outstanding as a noble," he replied: "I've been disappointed in the nobles ever since I left Karsuk's army, but he seems to have changed my view of him a little. Being a retainer of a noble isn't necessarily a bad thing for a mercenary, but I'm still a little unwilling to do so. "
"Hmph!" Cornelius snorted coldly. The silver-haired middle-aged man looked back at the two of them and bluntly said: "It's just that your expectations don't match up with reality. If it was Graudin who recruited us instead of this young man, I don't think you would have been unwilling. It's just that our young lord's foundation is still shallow. You and I can see that he wants to use our strength to achieve his own goals … … "
"It's hard to avoid suspicion when you think about it," Cornelius said: "If he only wants to use my men as a bargaining chip, I won't let him do as he wishes."
"Graudin is the ruler of a region, but this young man's actions are a little unique," Raban replied: "I don't care what I think of them, but I have to take responsibility for my subordinates."
Jutta lightly snorted and turned her head away after listening to their conversation. She was different from the two of them. Her goal in establishing her mercenary group was to unite against the nobles' oppression, but she was disappointed that she had to deal with those filthy nobles.
Her goal was to protect her only sister, but now she had lost her sister. She sighed and felt a little lost. She didn't know what goals she had left. But no matter what, she couldn't agree with Cornelius's words.
The three of them subconsciously stopped talking and looked at the lumber mill. The Nightsong Tiger and his cavalry were slowly walking in. The young lord had arrived.
Every mercenary subconsciously stopped what they were doing and raised their heads to look in that direction. The evaluation of a person's ability among the mercenaries was very simple. It was whether the leader had the ability to lead them to victory.
Brando had already led everyone to miraculous victories twice in a disadvantageous situation. There were even rumors about the young lord's mysterious aura, and everyone knew that he was the one they would follow in the future. Cornelius, Jutta, and Cornelius did not stop this from happening.
As a matter of fact, even they themselves could not see where this matter would lead them after the battle in Abies that night. But no matter what, if they left Brando, they would have to enter the Dark Forest.
He was a unique and powerful lord who could bring them victory. Even though Count Randner's shadow loomed over them like a dark cloud, there was at least a glimmer of hope.
If Brando could bring them victory time and time again despite being at a disadvantage, then who could say for sure what would happen in the future? Even the three captains had a faint trace of blind anticipation in their hearts.
Cornelius looked at the people gathered around him. He did not doubt that these mercenaries would cheer when Brando rode into the lumber mill. Mercenaries were not stingy with giving their heroes the highest respect. Their lives of swords and blades had nurtured their hot-blooded and boorish characters.
But when the Nightsong Tiger and his riders rode into the lumber mill, everyone was stunned.
Where was Brando?
Other than the dignified and calm noble lady and the seemingly fearless merchant lady who was swaying on the back of her horse, there was no sign of their Lord.
"What's going on?" Jutta was the first to walk up and ask.
Amandina glanced at her. It was not the first time the two of them had interacted. However, the experienced mercenary leader was unable to gain the slightest advantage in front of the noble's daughter. Amandina only replied indifferently.
"My lord has ordered everyone to set up defenses. The Subterrane Dwellers might finish gathering and attack in the second half of the night." She replied, "The Silence spell cannot be used again and again. My lord asked the wizards among you not to be stingy with their spell slots. Do your best to reinforce and increase the height of the surrounding fences. You must complete all of this before the Sorcerer King rises into the night sky."
Jutta was taken aback. She suddenly realized something and was about to speak, but Raban, the leader of the Firebrand Mercenaries, walked up to her from behind and patted her shoulder to calm her down. The tall man raised his head and looked at Amandina on horseback: "Miss Amandina, when will the Lord return? He is the only one here who is most familiar with the Subterrane Dwellers' tactics and habits. Without him, we might not be able to last through the night. "
"It's fine with me here," Amandina replied: "My lord said that if you can last through the night, he will give you a victory."
"Last through the night?" Cornelius frowned: "That's easy for you to say, Miss Amandina. From the previous battle, the number of Subterrane Dwellers in this forest is probably more than a thousand. I don't believe that they would station a third of their forces in the outermost lumber mill. Especially for a tribe that is constantly on the battlefield. "
Amandina's expression did not change: "My lord, there is a price to pay for everything."
The Roman added with a smile: "For a businessman, risk and opportunity exist together. But my aunt once said that the difference between people is that the smart ones are bold and cautious. My aunt also said that even a small Roman can become a smart person. "
Cornelius did not reply after hearing this, but he did not refute either. It could be considered as a tacit agreement.
"What do you think?" Jutta turned her head and asked Raban in a low voice.
"What else can we do?" Raban replied: "That young man doesn't believe us, but he is telling us that he is willing to trust us. Now that the choice is in our hands, it is up to us to decide what to do."
The old soldier smiled. "What a confident fellow. He's as arrogant as those bullsh * t nobles."
"What do you mean?" Amandina was surprised.
"It means that he doesn't agree with our thoughts." Raban replied: "We think that he wants to rely on us, but that young noble is telling us that he is fine with us, but he is still giving us a chance to choose … …"
"Tsk," Jutta glared at Amandina: "How arrogant. I hope that he will be able to resolve this matter. If we defend here for a night, he can bring us victory without sacrificing a single soldier. Does he really think that he is a benevolent King? "Amandina snorted lightly.
Raban shook his head. He knew that Amandina was talking about how King Erik subdued the Highlanders, but he seemed to have thought of something and did not reply.
… …
No one knew where Brando was at this moment.
Both sides were busy mobilizing their forces. Tagiv had ordered his tribesmen to split into two groups and pass through the Bearfolk Forest. Countless Subterrane Dwellers and Earth Goblins were moving forward along the mountain stream. From afar, they could see a vast expanse of gray.
There were also a few Goblin Knights in the midst of the horde. They were not creatures of the Underworld, but the Goblins and Subterrane Dwellers who had allied together.
However, Brando pretended that he did not see them. He placed one hand on the trunk of a beech tree and looked down the slope. He saw the Subterrane Dwellers gathering into a long gray dragon in the valley.
"There are so many of them." The red-haired girl stood quietly behind him. When this scene was reflected in her amber eyes, she couldn't help but sigh softly. "There are more than a thousand of them here, right? I knew that the Baron didn't know how many enemies he had. That idiot. "
Brando nodded. He and Scarlet had been riding on the Silver Warhorse for a few hours now. They chased after the Subterrane Dwellers. These creatures that came from the Underworld of Jorgendy Ridge and lost their sight in the dark would not know that there were two people and a horse chasing after them.
This was a natural disadvantage for the creatures of the Underworld of Jorgendy Ridge. These creatures that were used to living in the dark would not be able to adapt to the light of day. They either did not have sight and relied on their blind sense, or their limited vision in the day would make it difficult for them to see things in the sky.
It was important to note that almost all the scouts in Wohnde's Underworld flew in the sky.
The young man looked up and saw the faint colors of the clouds. It was still early, and the Subterrane Dwellers would not be able to complete their attack on the sawmill until after midnight.
"There are so many of them," Scarlett frowned as she looked down at the valley: "Even Commander Makarov would be helpless against them … … But what should we do?" She raised her head and looked at Brendel: "… …"
"Hmm, it seems that the Subterrane Dwellers' tribe is in front of the sawmill." Brando did not answer her question.
"Hmm?" Scarlet was stunned and turned around.
"We will depart from here. We can't approach from the sky anymore. I didn't expect the Subterrane Dwellers to have recruited the goblins nearby." Brando said.
"My lord, you are thinking of …" Scarlet's amber eyes flashed with surprise: "Isn't that too daring?"
"Don't worry, it's not the first time I've done this." Brando turned back and smiled: "But I need your help, Scarlet."
Scarlet sighed.
"It's an order, my lord."
"Very well, as you wish." Brando looked at the girl with a red ponytail and nodded: "I order you to help me, Scarlet."
"Then?" The red-haired girl raised her head.
"There's an old saying in my hometown," Brando replied. "To catch bandits, first catch the ringleader."
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