Legendary Mage

After the camp was settled, Wald also sent the book of war and sent a messenger to deliver to Owen Buryat.

Soon, the messenger returned, and returned to Wald an Owen Buryat message: Be there at any time.

Wald smiled and said: "We will not like him to pick such words specifically to do things without faith. Take a rest today and go to war tomorrow."

In this way, the orcs began to recuperate; however, after the previous lesson, Wald also increased the strength of the night guard.

At the same time, he also asked everyone to sleep with one eye closed at night, and to be able to fight at any time.

But this is often the case, the more you strengthen the guard, the things you want to guard will not come.

And when you are not on alert, that thing will come suddenly. I think this **** has superpowers. I like to joke with people, especially the poor people who have no money and no power.

Of course, Wald can't be considered to have no money or power, but this highly vigilant night was safe.

The next day at dawn, after the battle of rice, the horn and drums sounded one after another.

Wald led his troops, and Redna led his magicians, and they all stood in line, waiting for Owen Buryat to send troops.

But this is like a morning exercise. Wald is an activist, and he came out early.

But there was Irving Buryat, but it was not like this, and he didn't come out for a long time.

So much so that Wald felt that the other party could not come out to fight.

Just when they were embarrassed on their side, as if singing a unicorn, the gate of the fortress finally opened.

This made Wald suddenly relieved, but his own momentum has already been consumed.

It can be seen that this Owen Buryat actually has a set.

At the gate of the fortress, a group of soldiers wearing black and red plate armour holding a long-handed machete flooded out.

I don't see any form of them, it looks extremely loose, but the marching team has not bumped into it.

They came along the **** of the middle of the mountain and rushed to the battlefield below, and it was Owen Buryat riding a white horse.

He held a cane in his hand, and the top of the cane was a fist-sized purple gemstone.

Judging from the crystal clear luster of the gemstone, its value is absolutely great.

The clothes he wears are also very particular.

It was a black noble orthodox costume with extremely sophisticated fabrics. In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of clothing is somewhat bells and whistles, but it can really make a person's overall temperament stand out.

In particular, Owen Buryat received strict aristocratic etiquette education, and he attached great importance to it.

Therefore, as soon as this person came out, he was extremely self-cultivated and noble from the inside out.

He looked down like this, not as if fighting a person, but as a friend.

Looking at Wald, holding a war blade in his hand, a long braided beard.

Worn leather wallet, exposed angular muscles. There was even mud in his palms and fingers.

What kind of chief is this, just like the old farmers in the country.

One is noble and elegant, graceful and luxurious; the other is rough and savage, without decoration.

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The people on both sides stood opposite each other, and this scene was really vivid.

Owen Buryat and Wald were standing face to face, he smiled and said: "This time it is our official confrontation, just look at your soldiers and my soldiers who are more powerful."

Wald said: "I absolutely trust my soldiers."

Irving Buryat said contemptuously: "This kind of thing, your trust doesn't make any sense. Only when the battle begins can everything be said."

Wald said: "Then start, I will confirm my trust."

Owen Buryat smiled and said, "Very good. It's really not much to spend on fighting your orcs. That's it."

Then Owen Buryat raised his cane and swung from the back.

At the same time, Snell also shouted: "Offense!"

The drums of war once again sounded loudly, and the soldiers on both sides began to hedge. The orc kept crying, but Owen Buryat was very quiet, and he could only hear the sound of steel.

Just like the two waves of hedging, the two sides immediately collided in one place, but what was stirred up was blood waves.

Under the charge, there are few who compete with the orc forces, but the soldiers in black and red armor just took it.

On the side of Wald, he still confronted Owen Buryat.

Wald prepared his war blade, and at the moment he was about to fight, he suddenly felt anxious.

This anxiety comes from the man in front of him who is still very calm and at ease.

I saw Irving Buryat come down from the white horse and said in the ear of the horse: "Honey, I will wait for me in the castle."

It's not surprising that he is so gentle with horses.

It is not uncommon for human beings to spoil cats and dogs like sons, and filial piety like ancestors, especially for the more upper-class society, the more affluent home, and the more wealthy.

You see that they despise the same kind as enemies, but treating pets is another attitude.

You see that when they treat ordinary people to eat dog meat because they are nourishing, they have to chatter, talk about love and life, and make laws.

However, for those foods sold in noble hotels that are cherished or even extinct, they are never seen to make trouble.

There is actually no love here. What respects life is all about class opposition.

To put it bluntly, it is the "high-end figures" who feel that the things they love are the most precious and are not allowed to be enjoyed by the "cheap" people.

In fact, those people don't treat other people as people at all, but separate them.

Just like this Owen Buryat, you see he is so gentle with his horse.

That's just because this is one of his favorite things, he will be so. He can naturally treat such a horse with such gentleness.

However, if there is a person on the roadside who is about to die of starvation, he will treat him as a garbage on the roadside and ignore it.

The love of "upper characters" has always been like this, the rule is that they only love what they love, and do not allow others to invade a little.

And because of this love, it ignores everything else.

Irving Buryat didn't care at all about his dead soldiers, but nodded with a smile when he saw his white horse returning to the fortress from a distance.

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