"Mister Seiber, look at that." The mercenary leader took down a brass telescope and peeked at the top of the tower before passing it to the noble beside him.
The Golden Apple Lord sat calmly on his horse. The horse was an Aouine Arreck horse with a fine bloodline. Aouine's hussars used to use them as war horses. Although they were later changed to wyverns, the nobles still rode horses to show their status. He took the telescope and glanced at it, then passed it to his companion without changing his expression: the plump industrialist, Burnley.
The Golden Apple Lord was not too nervous. Even if Earl Dunn died in their territory, it would only ruin their reputation. Nobles like them did not care about such things and only cared about benefits. If the king were to blame them, the old bastard Luc Beson would take the blame. The nobles would not be blamed.
To be honest, he hoped that something would happen to Earl Dunn, but he did not dare to be too obvious. He purposely misjudged the situation and waited for his private soldiers to gather before launching an attack on the castle.
But there was one thing he was determined to get. He would only have an advantage if he got his hands on Earl Dunn. If Earl Dunn was captured by the White-mane army, he would have to bear the blame for changing the military documents.
Burnley took the monocular with a smile and glanced at it, then said, "Someone is on the spire of the tower."
"Makaru, go and get me some archers. They must be at least White rank. Don't bother with those who are not up to par. Our opponent is an Iron Swordsman. "The Golden Apple Lord pointed up and ordered the mercenary leader.
"No problem, my lord. Just watch. I don't care if he is an Iron Swordsman or a Highland Knight, I will turn him into a porcupine. "The mercenary leader nodded and turned his horse to leave.
The nobles' private soldiers separated into two rows and raised their torches for the leader to trot over. Not far away, the horsemen were noisily galloping about on the riverbank. Flames danced in the air, creating a chaotic scene.
The Golden Apple Lord frowned: "What a vulgar bunch."
"If they appeared there, does that mean that Earl Dunn has already —" Burnley smiled and made a gesture of drawing a line across his neck.
"Hmph, he's just the second generation of the Luis Bulman Family. He relied on his mouth to please the Emperor. He thought that because he was an important minister of the Emperor, he did not put the whole world in his eyes. People like him were arrogant for a while when they were favored, but in the future, people hated him. Therefore, dying on the streets is a very normal thing. "The Golden Apple Lord snorted.
"This wonderful man is a famous naturalist and connoisseur in the court. That's why His Majesty values him so much." Burnley pointed out the omissions in his companion's words, intentionally or otherwise.
"He's just a joker."
As the two of them discussed, a rider flew over to report. The Knight rode a panting warhorse in front of them and reported: "My Lord, the White-Mane army has arrived."
"Oh? How many have come? "The Golden Apple Lord asked.
"There are more than twenty of them. They seem to be the vanguard."
"Keep them outside," he ordered, pointing with his horsewhip.
"Yes —"
Just as the Knight left, another rider passed by him and reported: "My Lord, the archers are in position."
The Golden Apple Lord nodded: "That's enough. Let Grantham hurry up and attack the city. I have long suspected that they have the ability to fly. But this time, I'll make sure that they can't escape even if they have wings. "
"That's a Highland Knight. How do you plan to deal with him?" Burnley asked.
"It was supposed to be a tricky matter, but since he killed that idiot so brazenly, even if he was a member of the White Knights, no one would be able to protect them, let alone the fact that he was a descendant of the Highland Knights."
The Golden Apple Lord raised his head and saw a black shadow landing on the top of the spire. It then carried the two of them and flew towards them. He immediately pulled on the reins and turned around to look. He saw his archers drawing their longbows and under the command of a sharp whistle, tens of thousands of arrows were released.
*****
"Wah wah, my Lord! They have archers! "The Shire screamed in fear as he struggled under the Gargoyle's claws.
"Nonsense, I can see it even if you don't tell me!" Brando replied in annoyance. He swung his sword and cut an arrow in half. His hand was slightly numb from the force. His heart sank. The opponent was at least a Level 1 Iron archer. Speaking of which, the two of them were hooked by the Gargoyle's claws and the arrows below flew towards them and hit the Gargoyle's wings. Although they were not injured for the time being, Brando felt that he would not be able to handle it if they flew closer.
"Fly down," he ordered in a deep voice.
"Fly down?" The Shire's eyes widened. He thought that his Lord must have gone crazy. If they flew down like this, wouldn't they become porcupines?
"We can't fly over, and it's too late to turn back. They're all around us. Rather than that, it's better to fight to the death. Who knows, maybe we'll have a chance to survive. "Brando sighed and stared at the black mass of people below.
"My Lord, you really like to gamble."
"Believing in your own ability is called courage. Placing your fate on luck is called recklessness. There's a fine line between recklessness and courage. The key is how you grasp it. This is one of my mottos in the game. Remember it well. "Brando turned around and said to his squire.
"Game?"
"Didn't I tell you before? Life is like a game, and a game is like life." Brando suddenly laughed. His chest was wide open, and he felt that his mind was clearer than ever.
The Gargoyle flew a little lower. The whistling sound of the wind surrounded the two of them. They could almost see the nobles' private soldiers below with their bows drawn. But when the bowstrings moved, another wave of arrows flew towards them. Brando gritted his teeth and blocked it, but an arrow still grazed him and brought a splash of blood.
The Gargoyle made a turn in the air and attracted most of the firepower. As one of the most famous monsters above level 20, even Brando's Ring of the Wind Empress couldn't make it lose its mobility. These arrows were like a drizzle of rain.
It was a pity that its mobility in the air was average. Otherwise, Brando could order it to use special flying skills to cover the two of them as they flew out. Brando thought for a moment and took out a ruby from his chest. This ruby was obtained from the noble's body. "Have you recovered your magic?"
"Of course."
"Come, give me a bow."
"Bow?" The Shire took the ruby and was stunned. "My Lord, at this time, in my personal opinion, a shield is better than a bow."
"Attack is the best defense, The Shire." Brando replied.
"Then it's up to me —" The young mage nodded and raised the ruby. "Projectile ability, power conversion, bow construction —" With the bright ruby as the center, invisible lines were drawn out. They quickly intertwined into a net of light. The surface of the light curved and formed a longbow made of lines.
The longbow had no physical body. It was only composed of lines, full of mysticism. The bow's arm and string were engraved with profound law patterns and ancient runes, representing the power under this law. Because the construction spell itself was a kind of law magic, a sub-branch of gem magic. In exchange for the energy in the gem, the lines of law materialized in this world. The only law represented by the materialization of the bow was the projectile ability.
Therefore, it didn't need arrows and could shoot.
Seeing Brando take the bow, The Shire reminded him. "My willpower is only enough for it to shoot the bow four times."
"Let's try."
The third wave of arrows came as scheduled.
*****
"What kind of monster is that?" The Golden Apple Lord pointed at the gray creature with a huge wingspan behind Brando and asked. Beside him, Burnley's eyes flashed, but he didn't answer.
"That's a gargoyle, my lord. It's a creation of the Buga craftsmen. It's a type of war golem."
Instead, it was a mercenary beside him who answered respectfully.
"That's a gargoyle?" The Golden Apple Lord's expression changed. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. He had long heard that the Highland Wizards of Karsuk were a branch of the Buga Wizards. It seemed that the rumor was true. He couldn't help but think. Offending the Highland Knight was fine, but offending the Buga Wizards was a matter of life and death.
"Sir Seiber, we don't have a choice." Burnley's eyes moved and added fuel to the fire.
Seeing that the Golden Apple Lord suddenly turned around to look at him, the industrialist was shocked. He realized that he had overdone it. The fat man smiled and shook his head. "But the Buga Wizards aren't easy to offend —"
The Golden Apple Lord raised his head again, feeling a little uneasy.
*****
Brendel used his sword to deflect the stray arrows, and threw the sword he got from the guard to the ground. He raised his bow and looked for the commander of the archers, but soon, a person entered his sight.
The mercenary leader, Makavu, stood among the archers. At first, he couldn't believe that the enemy would be so bold as to dive into the battlefield. But he quickly recognized the monster. It was a gargoyle. His long experience in battle gave him a sense of danger.
He immediately shouted to the adjutant beside him. "It's close enough. Let the archers fire another volley!"
The nobles' private soldiers understood what he meant. After the volley, they would fire freely. Then, the knights on both sides prepared to seal off the battlefield.
The private soldiers drew their bows.
Brando took a deep breath, and the bow in his hand trembled slightly. Although the Bow of Law didn't require any technique, it was difficult for him to maintain his balance on the undulating claws of the Highland. He took aim for a few seconds and lightly released the bowstring. A white light shot out from his hand. The white light pierced through the crowd and hit about five meters behind Makavu.
"Oh." The Shire sighed.
Brando didn't panic. Instead, he became calmer. He drew his bow again, and the arrow pierced through two people and hit an archer behind Makavu, sending him flying.
When he drew his bow again, Makavu was already retreating in panic. He thought that it was a wizard attacking him. Any normal person would subconsciously tremble in fear when facing a wizard.
This arrow caused the adjutant to fall off his horse. Brando had already adjusted his aim.
"The last arrow, my Lord! They're about to counterattack! "
Brando saw Makavu enter the crowd and frowned. He hesitated for a moment and shot another arrow into the group of archers. The arrow pierced through the crowd and blew up three or four people. The archers on both sides were frightened and retreated.
Once the center retreated, the private army's formation was messed up.
This gave Brando time to realize that his judgment was correct. He immediately ordered the Gargoyle to fly over their heads. But just when he thought that it was a close call, a lasso shot out from the crowd and accurately hit one of the Gargoyle's wings.
Brando was shocked and turned around. It was the mercenary leader, Makavu.
At this time, the Gargoyle was already very close to the ground. With a tug, the two of them and the War Golem were pulled down from the sky.
The gargoyle dragged the rope in an arc in the sky before crashing into the river bank not far away. Makavu shouted excitedly and let go of the rope. He didn't care about the blood on his hands and shouted to the soldiers beside him, "Go! Catch them! "
The situation seemed to have changed.
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