Mercenaries and Adventurers

A militiaman in charge of burning corpses was dragging a dry, headless corpse towards the burning corpse field that exuded a strong burnt smell. His face was covered with a cloth, the main function of which was not to resist the corpse The smell, after all, in such a cold day, even if the corpses are left on the ground, they will not be corrupted, they will only be frozen stiff.

The cloth on his face was mainly to protect against the disgusting smell of ashes in the crematorium. He muttered and kept complaining about something.

"Bernie, what are you muttering about?" Another militiaman who dragged the corpse asked unhappily. This militiaman was also in a bad mood, especially because even though they were working non-stop, there were still more and more corpses waiting to be burned. after.

"You said that when I came home later, my family knew that I was in charge of this job with the militia, would they stop eating at the same table with me?" Bernie the militiaman looked at his companion for help, and whispered asked.

"I don't know! But I know, if they know, they will definitely not eat anything I make again." The companion put down a female corpse covered in soot, spread his palms, and stared at the pair of hands full of soot. It was Ash's hand that murmured.

"If this is the case, I don't like cooking anyway. Whoever dares to ask me to cook in the future, no matter if it is my elder brother or second elder brother, or elder sister and second sister, whoever instructs me to cook again, I will take what I have experienced now. Repeatedly tell them about it! Haha!" Bernie laughed and dragged the headless corpse to the burning place where the corpse was burned.

"You're right, I don't like it either. If only they would hate us for farming, I just lie at home every day, and whoever asks me to work, I will tell him: 'You want to eat my hands. Food coming out?' At that time, they will definitely hate it." The militiaman wiped his soot-covered hands on his pants, then grabbed the suffocated woman's legs, and just caught up with Bernie.

Next to him, a militiaman holding firewood took the words: "It's hard to say."

"How do you say it?" The two militiamen dragging the corpse hurriedly asked. The two of them were just pointing at this for fun. If they didn't even have this benefit, they would lose all energy.

The militiaman holding a large bundle of firewood in both hands expressed his opinion: "I think it is necessary to dislike you. But it is impossible for the two of you not to go to the field. It is probably possible not to eat the food you grow, anyway. Collect it and sell it to the merchants who collect grain in the village. Or just mix the grain you harvested in the granary in the village, anyway, no one will be able to see it.”

Seeing what I said, the two militiamen who were mainly responsible for dragging the corpses, setting fire and clearing the ashes were discouraged. The militiamen who came to help quickly talked about other things: "Master Knight is really good at the bandits, so many Everyone choked to death in the cave."

"Yes, there are many women and children." The militiaman who was dragging the female corpse gestured to the corpse in his hand and said.

"Who told them not to surrender, but to resist to the end. Have you heard? The team that brought supplies was in Bingxun Pass before, and these bandits sent people to burn all our supplies. I guess, their stubbornness is Because they think they can burn our supplies, we can't stay here for two days."

"Who did you listen to? Why don't I know."

"You have been so busy these two days, how can you have the time to chat with everyone. Let me tell you, I heard what some mercenaries who came here this time said, those few special mercenaries."

"Those mercenaries don't look easy to mess with, and there are a lot of them. Which one are you talking about?"

"It's the ones who keep talking loudly wherever they go. Listen to them, it's because they held off a lot of bandits who made a surprise attack at that time, so Lord Longthos was able to keep our supplies."

"Anyway, I don't believe what those mercenaries say. They look like bards who come to the village to sing and perform during festivals. They don't have a single truth in their mouths, they are all false lies."

"Hey, I know why you don't like those bards. Hey hey hey."

"Don't say it!"

"He, he likes that girl who slept with the bard who came to perform in the village during the Harvest Festival this year."

"Watch me smash your mouth!"

"Haha, it's inside the barn, and it's screaming all the time. Hahahaha."

"Don't run! Stop!"

"Hey, hey, you two, corpse! Don't throw the corpse on the ground!"

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"That's the way it is, Uncle Claw. It's all my fault. I failed to see through the robber's plan at an important moment and was led away by them. I'm sorry." Longsos and Knight Claw were standing in Claw There were whispers in Knight Law's tent.

Knight Crowe stood next to the topographic map of the surrounding area drawn by Kiel, looking at the topographic map with folded arms, not looking at Lonzos.

And Lonzos stood in the middle of the tent, with his hands on his legs, lowered his head, and apologized for the first time he participated in the affairs of the county and almost messed up.

Knight Crowe turned around, looked at the baron's eldest son, smiled softly, and eased the gloomy atmosphere in the tent: "Okay, anyway, the loss is very slight, and you did a good job. Especially if you can use you decisively in the future." The magic crown not only froze the bandits to death, but also kept the team's supplies."

Hearing that Knight Crowe was not angry, Lonzos finally let out the breath from his chest, and the tense muscles on his face relaxed.

"When I was your age, the troubles you caused with your father were much worse than your mistakes." Seeing that Long Suos wanted to ask, he quickly waved his hand: "Don't ask me what I am. I won’t talk about things, so if you want to know, you can ask your father. Back to the point, you are afraid that the bandits will continue to attack you on the road and the supplies will not be delivered, so you brought more than 20 mercenaries.”

"Yes, thanks to those few mercenaries who blocked the bandits at that time, they couldn't all set fire to them. Otherwise, when I arrived, not only the supplies would not be kept, but all the bandits might have escaped safely at that time. Considering the danger on the road , I asked the merchants who wanted to mix in the corpses of the monsters to organize some powerful mercenaries to **** the supplies together." Speaking of this, Long Susi lowered his head again, because he knew that this meant that To divide some of the benefits to those merchants who have helped, at least let those merchants know the details of Warcraft.

"Well, the balance is good. Compared with the interests of the unknown monster corpses, it is more important to ensure the safety of the visible militia supplies. Okay, I'm not talking about you, this trivial matter can't make you so nervous .No one can do everything well, especially when doing something for the first time. Don't mention you, when I was in the Kingdom Knights, I saw too many less than ideal situations." Pat On the shoulder of Longsos, Knight Crowe went on to say: "You have to know that these things you participate in are not playing magic chess. You can see all the enemies on the field at a glance. Many times, you can only see what is on your side. Things, and even more often, you don’t even know how many pieces you have, or you have to play chess with your eyes covered.”

Seeing Lonzos opened his mouth slightly to express his surprise, Knight Crowe explained: "Look, just take what you encountered before. You never knew that there would be bandits who dared to surprise you in the checkpoint. Is the material right? And a seemingly unrelated material transfer, er, the peachy incident? It is also a plan carefully prepared by the bandits to transfer you and the militia away."

Lonzos blushed, and awkwardly stirred his hands together.

Knight Crowe continued: "This is what I said before, you can't see the opponent's pieces when you play chess." In this regard, Lonzos nodded.

"And as you said, those few mercenaries who were originally useless are an important force to hold back those bandits. Isn't that what I said, you don't even know your own chess pieces, right?"

Long Suos realized something, and was stunned for a while.

When the other party came back to his senses, Knight Crowe went on to say: "So, in the face of this situation where the enemy and the enemy are not clear, you are actually doing the right thing. Use seemingly valuable but not yet clear interests to win over businessmen and let them Actively contributing elite mercenary guards. Does that mean?"

Lonzos kept up with the rhythm of Knight Crowe: "Does this mean that I not only figured out one piece in my hand, but also made it change from one piece to multiple pieces?"

"Yes, yes. That's it. When you can't see what the enemy's pieces are, the more pieces you have in your hand, the less risky the game is. When you only have one piece in your hand, you have to Be careful at every step. When you hold multiple pieces in your hand, you can capture the enemy’s pieces that you can see clearly. When you judge that the pieces in your hand have an advantage in the chess game, you can attack the city and attack.”

"do you understand?"

"Understood."

Knight Crowe tidied up his clothes, and then moved the lighting lamp holder next to the topographic map drawn by Kiel to make the topographic map look clearer: "So, Lonzos, please help me to wait in the Those mercenary representatives outside, please come in, I have something to talk to them."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Looking at the bright and clear surrounding map illuminated by lights, Long Suss walked out of the camp with great momentum.

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Kiel was busy in a shared tent with the guards of the knights, and he simply disposed of many of the various spoils he had obtained in the previous battles.

The bandit’s weapons should be smashed into metal coils that don’t take up as much space as possible with the back of his axe. For other large pieces of animal skin wrapped by bandits, the excess parts should be scratched off with a steel dagger, leaving only the whole A neat piece of animal hide. Other small things that looked valuable were also piled up by him.

Then, he brought over a wooden box that he had bought with special money, and opened it. First put the whole bandit ax head and the long and short weapons smashed into rolls at the bottom, and then pour in various coins collected from the bandits, mostly iron coins and copper coins with low face value.

Crashing, the coins slipped in through the gaps in the metal, filling the bottom of the box.

Immediately afterwards, Keel put the neatly rolled animal skins into the box, one by one.

In the end, he wrapped those valuable gadgets individually with small pieces of animal skin and put them on the top of the box.

After closing the lid of the wooden box, Kiel used the strong rope he got from the bandit to wrap the wooden box from side to side, back and forth, and shook it, but the inside didn't move much.

"Very good, I just need to find a place to bury them later. If I can't leave, I'll go back to Bingxun Pass to deal with them." Keel said to himself.

"Kiel! The craftsman said that your weapons are ready! But there seems to be a small problem, so I ask you to go and have a look!" Suddenly, a sentence came from outside the tent.

"Understood! I'll go right now, thank you for sending the message! Wait a moment." After finishing speaking, Keel hid the wooden box in the bedding, and piled the messy things on the ground among a piece of tattered animal skin clothes. This thing, walked out of the tent.

Every time the person who came to remind him left, he waited at the door, and when he saw Keir coming out, he asked him curiously: "What's wrong? I'm still busy!"

Kiel held the tattered animal skin that was used as a garbage bag in one hand, and took out a few copper coins from the clothes on his chest with the other. Because the battle was temporarily over and all the bandits nearby were killed, Kiel was not wearing armor at this time.

"Stretch out your hand." After speaking, he put the copper coin in the opponent's hand: "This is for you, thank you for coming here to remind me."

The young man who was a clerk's assistant felt a little embarrassed when he saw the coins in his hand.

"You know, for a fighter, his weapon is almost as important as his life, so thank you. Accept it." Kiel said.

"Then I'm not going to be polite. By the way, hurry over there. There seems to be a small problem with your long sword. The craftsman seems a little worried." After taking the money, the assistant reminded Kiel again. , he left, and hurriedly stuffed the coins he got into the inner pocket of his clothes.

Keir frowned, guessing roughly what the problem was.

Carrying the fragments of an animal skin bag, Kiel came to the craftsmen who maintained the weapons and equipment in the camp.

Artisan Conquinals has been a little idle since the fighting stopped. At this moment, he was looking at a fine steel long sword placed on a simple wooden table with his waist down.

After Keir came over, he saw that the one on the table was indeed his hunting knife. It's very pitiful, but now there are many black and red spots on the surface of the originally shiny hunting, and these spots can't be wiped off, so Keel has no choice but to give it to the craftsman to try.

"Conquinals craftsman?" Keel reminded the craftsman who was distracted.

"Kiel, you are here. Hey, this long sword of yours is not easy to deal with." The craftsman picked up the long sword and wiped the black and red spots on the sword with his fingers wearing thick craftsman gloves.

Originally, it was just the bandit's blood in the dents and crevices of the sword body, but after Kiel killed some dead bodies with the long sword, the things in the heads of those dead bodies somehow mixed with the blood stains, and now they can't be wiped off. Lost.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Keir seemed to feel that since then, his long sword seemed to have lost energy, and when he swung it empty-handed, the sound of breaking the wind was not right.

How Kiel turned the long sword into such a process yesterday, he honestly told the craftsman of Conquinals.

At that time, the craftsmen confidently said that it was a piece of cake, but looking at it now, the craftsmen seem to be doing the same.

"Is there a way to deal with it? Uncle, it is very important to me."

Touching his chin, the craftsman flicked the blade of the long sword and said, "It's not impossible. I have an idea, but it must be approved by you."

"What way?" Keel asked urgently.

Pointing to a small stove not far away, the craftsman said: "Fire it with flames. You know, your sword became like this because it eliminated some moving corpses. In this deep mountain, after death, it will turn into those terrible things. And the flame can destroy most of the evil things. If you want to expel those unknown things attached to the sword, it is best to burn it with flames."

Just as Kiel was about to agree, he remembered: "But once the weapon is forged and touched with fire, won't the surface of the weapon become soft?"

Nodding his head, Conquinals craftsman said: "Of course, after touching the fire, the hardening of the surface of the weapon will disappear. But you can't do anything about this long sword, right?"

Nodding resignedly, Kiel had no other choice but to agree with the other party's plan. It's just that he looked at the crude forging and repairing tools of the craftsman: "However, the guys here don't seem to be able to do it? Don't you have so many big and hot furnaces and various forging platforms in your weapon workshop?"

"Boy, that's in Kendall City! It's not bad to have these tools in the wilderness. Of course, they are not good, and they are far from what I usually use. If you are not in a hurry to use them, I also recommend you After returning to Kendall City, spend money to find an excellent craftsman, and use flames to expel the evil attached to it."

Keel felt that this was the best way. He was really worried about the crude forging tools of the Conquinals craftsman. After all, the hunting sword was his main weapon to kill enemies. Difficulties, must be the best preparations for the job.

His other weapons and equipment have been trimmed by craftsmen~www.readwn.com~So Kiel returned to his camp with the armor box, long sword and spear in his arms.

After returning, he checked the poor state of hunting again. In the quieter tent, he put his ear close to the long sword, and seemed to hear the roar of a dead body. This startled him, and finally put it away in the scabbard. In the subsequent battles, it should be difficult to fight again, at least until the abnormal state on the sword is dealt with.

In the evening, he asked Knight Crowe for a token to enter and leave the camp, and then took advantage of the night to leave the camp with the heavy wooden box in his arms. After walking a long way, he found a place to hide the wooden box in the thick under the snow. Then he made a disguise, even he himself couldn't tell that there was something XZ at a glance.

The next day, the militia camp began to be dismantled. After the militia team received the second wave of supplies, it took a day to distribute various supplies, and then set off a day later.

Kiel was asked to go at the forefront, lead the brigade of militiamen to the forest where the bandits spent the winter, and find the corpse of the huge monster.

And those guides and people who were rescued by Kiel, after seeing all the bandits in the pocket hole dead with their own eyes, followed Long Susi's team and began to return to Bingxun Pass.

Of course, the mercenaries sent by the merchants will continue to move forward with the brigade of militiamen. And because there are still too many supplies in the bandit's lair in the bag hole, and there are still many dead bodies, so Knight Crowe left behind three spear militiamen, responsible for guarding the unmanned bandit lair cave, and helping to burn the bandits. their dead bodies.

They still have to wait for the third batch of supplies, and then cooperate with the priests of the Church of the God of the Dead who will definitely come to deal with the corpse pit not far away.