"Whoosh ~" A few arrows flew through the air and instantly killed the guard who was on guard duty at the entrance of the hill.
Laing and the others followed the sparse forest and snuck into the camp.
Laing, Jerrold, Teresa, Veronica, and Alfred Frey followed behind. They were not good at this kind of thing.
In the darkness of the night, Astaire and Dyce could see as if it were daytime. They moved forward slowly under the cover of the bushes and trees. Because of the strong wind, their voices were almost inaudible.
As they approached the encampment where the siege towers were being built, two low-level vampires were whispering to each other. They stood on top of a slope diagonally behind the hill, monitoring everything that passed by. After a round of scouting, they found that the defense here was the weakest. After passing through the hill, they would reach the interior of the encampment.
Estelle held up two fingers, meaning two.
Dess pulled up his green mask, shook his head, and made a hand gesture.
Low-level vampires were difficult to kill with an arrow to the head. They were in trouble.
At this time, Alfred Frey sneaked up.
The paladin took out a water bottle from his pouch and stuffed it into Astaire's hand, indicating to use this.
Astaire gently opened the lid. Inside was a stream of clear water with a faint glow.
It was the Church's holy water! Astaire smiled and gave Alfred Frey a thumbs up. The two half-elves smeared the holy water on the arrowheads.
There was only one chance.
Full of power, Astaire squinted his eyes. He hung the arrow soaked in holy water on the bowstring, and then pulled his recurve bow into a full moon. The half-elf carefully identified the angle, direction, wind, and humidity.
A gust of wind blew through the forest, and the sound of leaves rustling through the trees entered Astell's ears. He and Dace both felt comfortable, and a little intoxicated. This was the nature of a forest ranger. They were lonely and spent all their time in the forest. With Leon's help, they tried their best to integrate into human society, but occasionally they would still enjoy the feeling of being one with the forest.
They were the children of the forest.
Whoosh! Two arrows pierced through the wind and pierced the vampire guard's body.
"Ahhhh!" The vampire guard could feel that its body had been pierced by the arrow. Just as it was about to shout that there was an enemy, a corrosive feeling instantly filled all of its senses. It let out a low howl, its face ferocious. The arrow instantly corroded a large hole in its chest. The tip of the arrow pierced into its heart, and the holy water burned its black blood.
The vampire guard tried its best to pull out the arrow, but just as its hands touched the shaft of the arrow, it turned into a dried corpse.
Another vampire guard had its throat pierced by an arrow. It tried its best to make a sound, but the holy water was sprinkled on its throat, completely destroying its larynx and vocal function. The pure holy water was like the corrosion of concentrated sulfuric acid when it touched the vampire guard's body. Its body was charred black, emitting white smoke and a foul stench.
A long sword pierced its chest from the back, and the holy energy on the sword evaporated its internal organs.
Alfred Frey pulled the long sword out of the vampire guard's body with a fierce expression. Paladins were very firm in certain aspects, and that was that undead, green skin, and creatures of chaos were not worthy of sympathy. "Hey, Mr. Astaire, your shot wasn't very accurate."
"It's wearing a breastplate." Astaire pointed at the vampire guard.
Alfred Frey smiled a little awkwardly and reached out his hand to apologize.
The group successfully entered the camp.
Inside the camp, many torches lit up the interior. It was late at night, but there were still some construction activities in the camp. The vampires were building three siege towers and two siege chariots.
Construction materials were piled up everywhere in the camp. A large amount of wood, stone, and clay were casually piled up in the camp. Laing and the others hid behind a pile of hardwood and carefully observed the activities in the camp.
"It's Estalia's mercenary group. They accepted the vampires' employment to serve the undead." Teresa recognized the mercenary group patrolling the camp. She leaned against Laing and whispered softly. The sorceress changed into a black combat suit and held a purple staff in her hand. "These desperadoes don't care who they serve. As long as there's money, they're willing to do anything."
"Ace, can you and Dais still kill the lone mercenaries?" Laing carefully calculated the distance.
Veronica would summon a flaming meteor to completely destroy the siege weapons. However, she would need to be at least 300 meters away from the siege tower. As for Leon and the others, they would need to cover Veronica.
Currently, they were about 500 meters away from the siege weapons. They still needed to get closer.
"No, without the cover of the forest, we'll be easily discovered by the mercenaries." Astaire shook his head.
"Then it'll be difficult for us to get within 300 meters." Lionheart looked at the small group of mercenaries who were only 20 meters away from them. They were all well-trained professional soldiers and were equipped with excellent equipment. All of them were wearing chainmail, and some of them even had the money to equip themselves with gauntlets and breastplates. They were armed with a variety of weapons: swords, shields, battle axes, halberds, spiked hammers, and crossbows. Just from their appearance, it was obvious that it would not be easy to take them down. "Alright, being able to reach this place is already a success. Brothers, prepare for battle."
"Please wait a moment, my Baron." At this moment, Demon Hunter Eiber had a different opinion.
"Do you have a better idea, Eiber?" Laing had already taken out his war hammer.
"My Baron, you must have Winford's wine, right? Can you lend me a bottle? It doesn't have to be the best wine. I just need the best butter beer or ale, "the demon hunter said respectfully.
"Of course, I have it." Leon took out a bottle of high-quality malt wine. This type of wine was made from the first batch of malt, and it was a high-class luxury.
Eiber took the bottle and gently shook it. The demon hunter smiled. "My Baron, the mercenaries from the southern kingdoms are indeed powerful, well-equipped, and fearless. However, they have a fatal weakness, which is that they can't resist the temptation of good wine, especially this kind of ale. Even the best mercenaries will throw all rules and missions to the back of their minds."
"Interesting. Let's give it a try." Laing agreed to the suggestion.
The discipline of the mercenaries was indeed different from that of the regular army. They did not fight and carry out missions for glory or for a higher status. They only cared about the money and the fun after completing the mission.
Eiber gently opened the bottle of ale, and the demon hunter placed the bottle on top of the hardwood pile.
He and Jules hid in the shadow of the hardwood pile and signaled for everyone to be quiet.
Two minutes later, three mercenaries passed by.
"It smells so good! That's … the smell of ale! " A tall male mercenary with the sharpest nose and shining eyes followed the smell of the malt. A glass bottle appeared in front of him. "Look, it's a bottle of ale! It smells so good. It must be a bottle of the best ale! "
"Oh my god, Fernando, what are you doing? Oh my god! It's a high-quality ale! " Another tall mercenary walked up from behind. The rich and pure aroma aroused his appetite. His dry mouth immediately secreted a large amount of saliva. "Who left this here?"
"Who knows. Maybe it's a vampire or someone else's leftover. Anyway, it's mine!" The three mercenaries stopped. The tall mercenary raised the glass bottle and tried to test if it was poisoned with a silver needle.
The other two mercenaries were completely focused on the tall mercenary's actions. Their eyes followed the glass bottle and the silver needle.
A big gloved hand covered the mercenary's mouth from behind. With a swipe of a dagger, the problem was solved.
"Sure enough, there's no poison. Are you ready to enjoy the extra supper from our patrol today?" The tall mercenary took out the silver needle from the glass bottle and said happily.
No one answered him.
"You people …" The tall mercenary felt that something was wrong. Just as he turned around, Eiber twisted his head fiercely and twisted it forcefully.
"Crack." The mercenary Fernando's neck was twisted, and he died. The corpses of the three mercenaries were dragged away.
After a while, another group of mercenaries passed by. "Hey! Brothers, what's that? What's that smell? "
…
Ten minutes later, there were seven or eight bodies piled up behind the hardwood pile.
"It's immoral. I'll never do it." Jerrold looked at the demon hunters who had ambushed the mercenaries. He was ashamed to be associated with them.
"Me too. That's why we need demon hunters, just like how we need serfs and archers in war," Laing whispered with a smile.
Jerrold nodded. This was an acceptable explanation.
Pulling out his bloody steel sword, Abar nodded and signaled everyone to come out. "One bottle of wine and four patrol teams. That's the limit."
"Very well. Let's move on." Laing and the rest continued to approach the siege tower under the cover of the night.
When they were about 350 meters away from the tower, Veronica reached out her small hand and gently tugged on Laing's sleeve. "Dear? That's enough. "
Laing was about to say that they were not even 300 meters away from the tower when the champion of the Chosen of the Lake suddenly realized something. "You've become stronger, my great witch."
"Cover me, Laing." Veronica stood in place and began to chant a spell.
Laing had given up on hiding. He stood up naturally. Everyone looked at him. The night breeze carried the smell of wood and mud. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your support and help in this mission. We've made it this far thanks to everyone's help.
Now, my plan has reached its final stage. Let us bring death and destruction to the vampires. Let the glory of the Lady spread across the land. Let us bring victory back to Brittany! "Laing raised his war hammer and roared." For the Lady! "
"For the Lady!"
"For Charlemagne!"
"For the God of Justice!"
"For Kunos!"
"For Asuna!"
The team's battle cries were not in sync, but the loud battle cries still alerted the mercenaries and vampires in the camp.
"Who's there?!" The mercenaries reacted immediately. "Enemy!"
It was too late.
In the sky, a meteorite with a diameter of more than ten meters flew out of the dark night sky. It carried the force of a thunderbolt and fell directly from the sky. The meteorite emitted a scorching heat wave and flashed a dazzling red light. It drew an arc in the sky and landed in the middle of the camp.
"Boom!!!" The meteorite exploded in the camp. Dozens of vampires and mercenaries, including the leader of the mercenary group, were killed on the spot. The huge explosion shattered the siege tower that was under construction. Stones were crushed, hardwood was burned, and rolling dust covered the entire camp.
"Enemy! It's a legendary fire wizard! "" Help! My leg is broken! My leg is broken! "The mercenaries were stunned by the meteorite attack, and the entire mercenary group fell into chaos.
"Icicle!" At the same time, the sorceress began to cast a spell. The icy energy surrounded her staff and the sharp icicles froze two mercenaries who were rushing toward her.
"Ice Spear Technique." Theresa chanted the Ice Spear Technique once more, and the two frozen mercenaries were torn to pieces just like that.
"Fight!" Laing raised his Griffin Warhammer and swung it down from the sky. The two mercenaries were smashed into meat paste. Jerrold raised his shield and held a sharp sword. He chanted the name of the Goddess of the Lake, and his sword pierced through the chest of a mercenary. "For the Lady!"
The demon hunters, Eber and Jules, danced with their steel swords. The steps of the demon hunters were like a beautiful ballet, but every strike was able to kill the weak mercenaries. They specifically targeted the mercenaries' necks, arms, wrists, and armpits, which were the weakest parts of their armor.
"Flaming Skull!" Veronica's spellcasting continued. She chanted an incantation, and fire energy surrounded her. A giggling flaming skull appeared in the camp. Accompanied by a teeth-numbing laugh, this flaming skull that was more than ten meters in size rampaged through the camp. Everything in its path was burned to ashes.
The morale of the mercenaries collapsed. They screamed and tried to escape, but the flames completely blocked their way. Large amounts of building materials in the camp were set ablaze. Laing and the rest rushed toward the siege engines. The mercenaries who did not manage to escape were all killed. Enemies were enemies. Since they had already served the vampires, Laing did not feel the need to show them mercy.
Teresa raised her staff and opened a path for them. The burning environment made the sorceress very uncomfortable. She complained, "Veronica, you almost burned our own people."
"Our mission is to burn the entire camp!" Veronica retorted. She was panting slightly after casting two large-scale spells in a row, but the sorceress still maintained a considerable amount of mana reserves.
"Ladies, now is not the time to chat!" Laing used his war hammer to kill two vampire guards who tried to stop them.
Not far away, a vampire lord led two teams of tomb guards and a group of tomb ghouls. They were trying their best to put out the fire, trying to save the last two siege engines that were not damaged.
Laing was about to signal everyone to attack the tomb guards and tomb ghouls when a hoarse dragon's roar entered everyone's ears.
Everyone turned around and saw a gigantic zombie dragon appear in the night sky that was illuminated by the light of the fire. It spat out dragon's breath and rushed towards the campsite at high speed.
It was the Red Duke!
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