Knight with Wand

In the small cave, three teenagers sat on the ground by the light of the campfire, discussing the direction of their future escape.

"Mamore County is here."

Azarian simply drew a few rough outlines on the ground with a stone, and then pointed his finger at the northeastern edge of the lower left outline circle: "Based on the distance traveled by the prison escort vehicle, this place is relatively close. Even if we go around the border a little further, we can probably get back to Serian in about six or seven days, but we have to be careful to avoid soldiers and bandits and wild beasts along the way."

Leon suddenly interjected from the side: "I don't think it's appropriate to flee eastward now."

Azarian and Rohark looked at him in confusion at the same time.

"Why?" Lohark asked in confusion.

After all, Leon's soul came from the earth. When facing the Kingdom of Serian in his memory, he did not have as strong feelings about his hometown as the two people in front of him, so he realized the current situation that they ignored.

Leon pointed to the border line drawn on the ground and explained: "The war has begun. Now that Kantadar's army has captured Rolanal City, who knows how many other counties in the western part of the kingdom have been invaded at the same time. Wouldn’t it be more dangerous to return to a place that is likely to be occupied by them now?”

"." Azarian was stunned when he heard this. After all, he is still a young man who has not fully grown up. Even if he has a bright mind, it is difficult to consider the broader perspective.

Leon continued to the distressed two people in front of him: "I'm not sure where the Kantadar army has invaded. If they have burned the war into the hinterland of Serian, how many dangers will the three of us have to go through to reach the safety further east? Zone? Unless you have distant relatives further to the east, it may be worth our risk. Otherwise, our situation will not be much better than it is now if we trek back to our hometown that is engulfed in war."

Hearing Leon's words, Lohak's eyes darkened: "Except for my sister, all my family members were killed by the Kantadar people. Now even if I return to Serian, I don't know where to go."

Azarian smiled bitterly when he heard this: "I still have some relatives, but they probably prefer that I die in Rolannar with my father."

Leon glanced at the self-deprecating complex expression on Azarian's face in surprise.

Azarian regained his composure and asked, "Then where do you think we should go now?"

Leon pondered for a moment, pointed to the outline of the border drawn by Azarian and asked: "I heard from traveling businessmen before that the Kingdom of Orland in the north also speaks the same language as us, right?"

Azerion nodded. As a son of a nobleman with a certain education, he had a fairly good understanding of geography: "It's not just the language. Orland and Serian are historically countries established by us Ferru people. Although they are Most people do not believe in the Holy Sun and the Holy Prophet."

After receiving a positive answer, Leon then expressed his proposal: "This is what I think. Instead of taking the risk of escaping eastward to Serian, why not go north to Orland for refuge? After all, the Kantardar people are crazy. It is impossible to start a war with the two kingdoms at the same time. Besides, most of the soldiers in this county should be mobilized to the east to maintain the war. At this time, the possibility of encountering danger will be lower if we go north. "

After speaking, he asked his two companions for their opinions: "What do you think?"

Azarian thought for a while and finally nodded: "Although it cannot be said that going to Orland will be safe, it is indeed much less risky than running eastward."

"I listen to you." Rohark said in a low voice. Naturally, he had no other better ideas.

After unifying each other's opinions, everyone had a temporary goal and direction. Leon's tense nerves relaxed a little, but it was only relatively speaking. Although everyone escaped from the prison, their hometown had also been destroyed by Kantadar. The army invaded and lost all their families and shelter. If they want to survive in this dangerous and troubled world, the three people need to face the threats of hunger, disease, bandits, and wild beasts no less than the soldiers' swords.

"How much food do we have left?" Leon asked.

"There are only two pieces of dry bread." Rohark looked at the shriveled rag package and replied. The dead mercenary obviously had no preparation for the long journey in advance, and the package did not carry much dry food.

Leon looked at the wind and rain outside the cave: "When the rain stops, I'll try to see if I can grab something to eat outside."

"You know how to hunt?" Lohark said in surprise.

"Well, my father is a hunter. I have learned hunting from him since I was a child. It shouldn't be a problem to find a way to catch some small animals. It's a pity that we don't have bows and arrows." Leon recalled the tracking and hunting skills in the memory of the original owner and sighed with regret. road.

"Then it's up to you. I only have the ability to fight." Lohak scratched his head, seemed to have thought of something, and handed over the armed sword: "Do you need this? If so, the sword will be I'll give it to you, as well as the chain armor on me. In fact, it was your credit for killing that guy, and you should also distribute the things taken from him. "

As he said that, he looked at Azerien aside: "You think so?"

Azarian did not object to Lohark's statement, but at the same time shook the dagger in his hand: "I have no objection, but for hunting, Leon should need this more."

Indeed, Leon nodded. Rather than the sword, he needed to use the dagger to process branches to make hunting tools.

As for the distribution of supplies, there is nothing to worry about. The three of them are currently in the same boat, and they have shared hardships and basically trust each other. Therefore, Leon believes that weapons and protective gear must be given to those who can play the most effective role.

Leon himself has played with various cold weapons in his previous life, but he is not sure how effective it will be for adults wearing protective gear in the sword hall to face the real brutal soldiers who are on the edge of the knife.

Having experienced the bumpy mud in the wild, which makes him sprain his ankle when walking, he rationally understands that in a real wild fight, his experience and habits that are adapted to flat floors and modern roads may now make it difficult to even maintain a balanced pace.

Moreover, even if he knew some shallow sword skills in his previous life, this original body that has never learned sword fighting is not proficient enough to use them.

Thinking of this, Leon looked at the physiques of the two people in front of him, and silently weighed them in his heart. He was the son of a hunter and had no shortage of meat since childhood. Azerien was also a noble heir and had no shortage of nutrition. The two of them were outstanding among their peers, but Lohak's physique was obviously much stronger than them. I don't know if it was born this way or acquired training.

"Who of you can use a sword?" Leon asked thoughtfully.

"I have learned swordsmanship, but I don't have much experience in fighting with a sword." Azerien understood Leon's considerations and answered truthfully.

Lohak patted his chest: "I can fight with a sword. My father is a sergeant of the city guards. I almost grew up in the barracks. When the Kantadar bastards attacked the city, I was on the top of the city to help the guards defend the city, until..." Talking about the past battles, his eyes dimmed: "Until my father asked me to rush home to protect my sister and mother."

"Cheer up, it's not your fault." Leon pushed the armed sword back to Lohak, and handed him the thick inner armor lining at the same time: "Since you are the most experienced among us in sword fighting, the armor and sword are given to you. It makes sense to use these things together."

After that, he looked at Azerien: "You can continue to use the shield and long dagger. In case of danger, you can use the shield to protect yourself and help Lohak fight."

"Of course, I won't take the opportunity to escape when you are fighting the enemy." Leon spread his hands and joked.

Azerien shook his head: "You gave everything to both of us, so you should take the opportunity to slip away."

Lohak echoed honestly: "Yes, you have saved our lives. If you are in danger, you can run first! I have no complaints."

Leon smiled and didn't say much, but continued to count the items with the two of them.

In addition to helmets, chain mail, one-handed swords, long daggers, round shields, as well as clothes and water bottles, there were more than a dozen silver coins in the mercenary's rag bag, which was also a windfall.

"If we come across a decent settlement, we can use the money to buy some food and tools." Azerien said.

"But we don't speak the language with the locals, how can we trade without arousing suspicion?" Leon frowned.

"It's okay. I can actually speak Uriah, the language of the Kantadar people." Azerien pointed at himself and said, "If I really have the chance, I can try it alone."

They discussed for a long time until the rain outside gradually subsided. The three of them took turns to keep watch and went to bed.

The next day, when the weather cleared up completely, everyone left the cave and went into the woods to find food. Fortunately, they found a small river in the mountain stream.

Leon taught his two companions to make a few simple harpoons with branches. They spent a morning harpooning fish, and then returned to the cave to make a fire to solve the current food problem.

They had been eating the inedible dry food blocks in the cage for so long, and they were hungry every meal. Now even this original grilled fish without any seasoning tasted so delicious in everyone's mouth. Hunger is indeed the best seasoning.

For the whole afternoon, Leon used raw fish and fish viscera as bait to set up several small traps in the forest, which were made of earth pits, branches, rags and vines. Although they would only rest here for the last night, if they could get some gains before setting off, it would make their escape easier.

At night, sitting against the rock wall at the entrance of the cave, Leon, who was in charge of keeping watch, was not idle. He used a dagger to cut the small tree trunks he found during the day into relatively flat wooden poles, and then began to grind the tip on the rock to make spear thorns. No matter how simple it was, there had to be something in hand to deal with wild beasts.

Besides, even the simplest wooden spear, if used properly, could also cause fatal damage to unarmored targets. Even if he encountered mercenaries wearing armor, he could still interfere with the enemy nearby.

As he was grinding, Leon couldn't help but miss the light arrow he had rubbed out before.

What was it called? Isha's Arrow.

That thing is more powerful than ordinary rifle bullets. If it can still be used, they don't have to be afraid of the threat of ordinary beasts or individual soldiers. Even if there is a price of fainting after using it, anyway, Lohak will definitely not abandon himself in a coma, so he can barely accept it.

Leon suddenly laughed, dispelling his dreamlike wishful thinking.

The mysterious voice that day has never responded to his call again. It is meaningless to dream of such a beautiful dream of power that does not belong to him. It is lucky enough to have a miracle once.

Alas. Who are you? Touching the sharpened tip of the wooden spear, Leon muttered to himself. In fact, the voice is quite nice, as if it is a girl.

However, the hastily drawn guesses at that time were not necessarily reliable now. Although the voice did come from his heart, it did not mean that there was another soul in his body.

Maybe a kind-hearted magician happened to pass by and saw the injustice and "helped" remotely?

Leon was amused by his own wild thoughts.