"Since the two of you are here, let's get down to business." Oliver gestured to his guards, Focker and Mather, to move the food on the table to the side. A circle of parchment was placed on the table and spread out. "The Lord refused to send troops, but after hearing that we are friends of Mr. Laing, he gave us this."
"A map?" The leader of the Blood Axe Mercenaries, Boris, and the deputy leader, Werther, were here. Perhaps because of Banda's serious injury, the deputy leader was frowning.
"Yes." A group of people sat in a circle and listened to Oliver's introduction through the light of candles and oil lamps.
"We have twenty-three carriages and more than a hundred guards. The druid of the Druidic Order, 'Tree Planter' Eldrad, will also be traveling with us. In addition, Mister Leon and Madam Theresa, two Legendary Champions, will be there. Our safety should be guaranteed."
Oliver spread out the map and placed it on the round table. He pointed to the route between Karzenhaven and Mjolden Haven. Laing looked at it. They had to pass through two mountains. The map indicated the possible presence of bandits, goblins, and other monsters. The focus was on the Orc Tribe. The caravan's route had deviated a lot because they had to avoid the Orc Tribe.
"Let's continue. Birger will lead the wanderers in front of us. If there are any problems, they will immediately return to the caravan and report to us." The short, middle-aged man hidden in the cloak raised his hand. Laing nodded slightly.
"The mercenaries led by Boris and our guards will walk outside the caravan. If enemies approach, they will fight them immediately," Oliver added. Olivier added. The mercenary leader raised his axe and said, "Bring it on, you bastards! I will chop them into pieces! "
"Ms. Teresa and Mr. Astell will be in the middle of the caravan. Mr. Astell will use his sharp vision to monitor everything nearby. At the same time, he will use his bow to protect us. Ms. Teresa will also help us. At the end of the caravan, a few wandering knights will follow us on horseback to protect us."
"A very complete plan and a very detailed action plan." Laing approved of this plan. He reached out his finger and pointed at the front of the map. "Then I will ride at the front and be ready to deal with any …"
"No, Mr. Laing, you should stay with us! Isn't that safer? " Olef immediately added. Leon rolled his eyes and nodded with a smile. "That works too."
"I'll do the rest." It was Martz who spoke.
"On the first day, we should be able to reach the foot of Mount Hodaran …" As Martz's finger slowly moved across the map, the time plan was slowly presented to the Royal Knights. "The third and fourth day will be difficult. On the third day, we will ascend Mount Scarville. There is an abandoned fortress in the valley of the mountain. It is likely to be occupied by bandits or goblins. If we want to pass through here safely, we may have to launch a frontal attack on the fortress, or give the owner of the fortress a small gift." Martz scratched his golden beard, causing the half-elf ranger to grumble, "A small gift? Giving in will only lead to greater greed. "
"I think Astell is right. We don't have any reason to give in to a mob. If necessary, I will show my strength to ensure our safe passage. What about the fourth day? What's the difficulty? "Laing agreed with the Half-Elf's point of view. Giving in blindly would only lead to more severe consequences.
"On the fourth day, we'll arrive at the second half of Skarville Mountain. It's a dense forest, and there are many reports of terrifying Orcs. We've tried our best to avoid the Orcs, but who knows if we'll bump into them on a mountain path?" Olivier placed his finger on a black dot and tapped it heavily. "Guard Officer Lauritz told us that a few Knights went missing after attacking the Orcs. We have to be careful when we pass through this area."
The female Sorceress frowned. The Orcs were indeed powerful, and they had thick skin and weren't vulnerable to Mana attacks. If the Knights couldn't defeat the Orcs, would Laing be able to defeat them?
She could only believe in Olivier.
Upon hearing the name of the Orcs, the mercenaries and guards froze. Many of them looked fearful and retreated. The Orcs had been wreaking havoc on the continent, and they were infamous. Except for Brittany, the Knight King of the Kingdom of Brittany, who had sacrificed generations of Knight Kings to eliminate the Orcs. However, the Orcs still existed in the ancient dense forest.
The Empire and Brittany had to eliminate the Orc tribes every year. Otherwise, the Orcs would be overrun in less than two years. Even the strongest Empire army didn't dare to venture deep into the dense forest. Ambushes and harassment, as well as weak supply lines, would cause the army to collapse and disappear without a fight.
A few days ago, the Blood Axe Mercenary Team had a bloody battle with the Orcs in Meen Forest. Boris was still fearful of the battle.
This was the most difficult part of the journey. Everyone around the round table fell into silence. The candlelight flickered continuously. The general route was decided during the process of discussion. In the end, Olef broke the silence. "Mr. Leon, we may stay for another day. Since there are a lot of people in this town, we will try to find more companions, including those wandering knights who are willing to travel with us. This will increase our success rate," Olef broke the silence.
"Those people aren't trustworthy. Olivier, I hope you can identify which companions are trustworthy and which aren't." Laing frowned as he looked at the noisy environment in the Longhouse. Glasses were clinking, and beer bubbles were spreading in the air. The people were partying wildly. The exiled Knight, Ike, was bragging to a group of soldiers. "Brothers, have you heard of Bargmann Beer? Wah, wah, wah, wah, I think I'm drunk when I think of it. "
The exiled Knights were also known as scoundrel Knights and Rogue Knights. While they were seeking to become official members, they were often involved in robbing and robbing. They were often a threat to the local law and order.
"I understand!" Olivier agreed readily. Merchants had their own plans, so Laing didn't say much. From a certain perspective, he needed Olivier to organize a Merchant Band. The female Warlock hadn't recovered, so it wasn't a good idea for them to set off hastily.
After deciding on the general plan, Clayon relaxed a little. He also participated in the banquet to his heart's content, letting go of his body and mind as he ate and drank until he felt someone tugging at the back of his shirt.
Hmm? Teresa?
"Thinking of leaving?" Laing noticed that Teresa was getting impatient, so he led her away from the round table and said, "Are you tired? Why don't you leave first? "
"How long will this banquet last?" The female Warlock was getting tired of it.
"Until tomorrow morning. Do you want me to send you out?" This kind of banquet in the countryside would last until the next morning. In this era, there was a serious lack of entertainment after nightfall. Only the nobles had the money to use magic lamps for illumination. Things like oil lamps could not produce any decent effects. Therefore, when the sky turned dark, they could only roll the sheets and so on. Under such circumstances, the banquet provided an environment for revelry. Therefore, this kind of banquet would basically last until the wee hours of the morning or even until dawn.
"Why don't you come with me? Or do you want to find a woman to satisfy your ugly desires? "The female Warlock stood in front of Laing, her face full of disdain.
Laing's face reddened. He did go and seduce a widow and set a secret signal, but he didn't expect the female Warlock to see his actions. "Well, if you must."
"Then let's go!" The female Warlock didn't hesitate to grab the man's collar. The man had no choice but to apologize to the lord. "I'm sorry, I'll leave first."
"Hahahaha! Go, you don't have to accompany us old people! " Villard guffawed, the beer foam on his beard flying everywhere. He then said to the courtier beside him, "I heard that the women of Jialan like to find a demon hunter after the banquet … Why did this woman change her taste today?"
"Hahahahaha! She might like that! After all, Mr. Laing is definitely better than those demon hunters who are soaked in blood all day long. What a handsome young man! "Some of the officers jeered.
"Maybe the two of them have a good relationship."
While everyone was speculating, Laing and Teresa left the longhouse together. It was already very late. The night sky was dotted with stars, and the cold air was as cold as ice. Laing could not help but shiver. He was half-sober. He lowered his head and gasped. "Why did you suddenly pull me out?"
"I hate their eyes. Men's eyes are always on me. There are so many places on my body." The sorceress stomped her feet, and her thin high heels left a mark on the muddy ground. "It's so disgusting, especially that exiled knight called Ike. His eyes were fixed on my legs!"
"I've been staring at your legs too. Beautiful things always make people want to admire them, right?" Laing complained. It was dark outside. He could only use his psionic power to sense the female Warlock's position.
"I know you like stockings. Do you remember the banquet where we met for the second time?"
"I … I remember." The man had a bad feeling in his heart.
"At that time, my mother and I were sitting next to you. Then, halfway through the banquet, my mother went outside to discuss something with His Majesty Harald …"
"I was wrong, I was wrong! My dear Teresa, please don't mention this, okay? " Laing was suddenly embarrassed. He did not care if the female Warlock could see him. He quickly put his hands together and begged for mercy.
"Hmph! Then you know what you should do. " The female Warlock's face was also a little red, but no one could see each other clearly in the dark. The two just walked in a blurry direction.
"Then what should I do?" Laing looked very embarrassed. At that time, he was still a young man. Although his actual mental age was almost 50 years old, it was not as simple as adding up the mental age. At that time, he had done something immoral. Now, the female Warlock had something on him.
"By the way, I saw the vice-leader of Blood Axe, Werther, looking worried. He said something to you, and then he looked a lot more relaxed." Laing immediately changed the topic, but he really wanted to know what happened. "What did he say to you?"
"Werther asked me if I had to go through a tough battle like before. If I did, he would consider terminating our employment relationship." The female Warlock's face did not look like she took it seriously.
"Then what did you say to him?" Laing thought to himself. This mission was really too dangerous. No mercenary group leader would accept this kind of mission that could lead to the death of the whole group.
"I told him that I wouldn't. Now that Berth has gone out to sea, there shouldn't be any more battles like that, right?"
"If only it was as you thought …" Laing frowned. The female Warlock was right, but he had a feeling that things were not that simple.
"Laing."
"Yes?"
"Be my partner, okay?"
"Erm … You really want a partner, and not a … (whisper)?"
"Laing!!!"
The night in Karzenhaven was not quiet.
The sea was even more turbulent.
There was only a short strait between the Kingdom of Nords and the northern wastelands. This sea was called the Sea of Chaos. During the war between the humans and the northern barbarians for hundreds of years, countless corpses were buried under the Sea of Chaos.
The sea at the western end of the Kingdom of Nords was called the Sea of Darkness. This area of the sea was famous for being raided by the dark elves. Every time a dark elven pirate ship with black sails and black flags appeared on the surface of the sea, it was a nightmare for all merchant ships.
In the dark night, a fast ship was speeding along the sea route.
"Faster, faster! Don't worry about the pirates and sea monsters! Faster! " A middle-aged man stood at the bow of the ship. He wore a top hat and pulled his collar high. His voice was very low and hoarse.
"We are going at full speed at full sail, sir!" A sailor replied unhappily. This employer did not seem to want to sleep. He spent all his time standing at the bow of the ship, constantly urging them to speed up.
The sailors felt that they had had enough of it! Many of them worked more than sixteen hours a day.
"That's enough, shut up. After this mission, you'll be rewarded!" The first mate on the ship fiercely pushed away a sailor who wanted to argue with him. "After this voyage, everyone will have a turkey to eat!"
Only then did the sailors disperse in an uproar.
The middle-aged man watched the sailors return to their posts and slowly sheathed the curved sword at his waist.
He could not wait to offer his blood and glory to his new master.
However, the first mate seemed to have sensed something and tried his best to prevent the other sailors from getting close to him. This made him give up on the idea of killing two sailors.
Ah … What a powerful force.
After telling his terrifying master about the weaknesses of the fortresses in the north without reservation, he received a generous reward. The shackles of the realm that he had not broken through for many years were easily shattered by his master's power.
Even though the changes in his body were getting more and more severe, his skin became redder and redder, sharp horns grew on his head, countless gray blood vessels covered his skin, and crazily growing fingernails appeared all over his body.
But he enjoyed it very much.
Everything he saw had a faint bloody color. That was the color of blood. The Blood God never asked the origin of blood. He only asked his followers to enjoy blood and slaughter, to compete for the position of the strongest.
Belt swore that he was ready.
"Then, let's give those bastards who are still chasing me a little taste of my power!"
The Fallen Hunter's ferocious scarlet eyes emitted a red light.
He had already contacted a terrifying existence.
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