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Zpisko lay under a pine tree.There were wounds all over his body, and his left eye was wrapped in gauze, with bright red blood oozing from it, which was shocking.

Several attendants, who were taking care of Zpisko, saw Ma Youfu arriving with the crowd, and immediately greeted him.

"How's the injury?"

"Others are fine. I'm afraid I can't keep my left eye." An attendant said sadly.

This Polish knight fought bravely, had superb combat skills, and was generous and enthusiastic. He was a commander who was widely loved by the soldiers. The injury was so serious that his subordinates felt the same way.

Donatello waved his hand immediately and told the priests to treat Zpisico.

After hearing the reports from the surviving soldiers, Ma Youfu's face was gloomy as if a storm was brewing.

In order to guard against the harassment of woolen soldiers, Ma Youfu asked several capable generals of his subordinates to lead a company to garrison around the territory and patrol every day to ensure safety.

This measure is very effective. In the Dukedom of Normandy and the Earl of Beaumont, the number of cases made by the wool soldiers is decreasing day by day.He believed that as long as the patrols and encirclement efforts continued to increase, the wool soldiers who caused disasters would definitely disappear completely in their own territory.

The cavalry company led by Zpisko is responsible for protecting the Earl of Beaumont.Today, he led fifty cavalrymen south to patrol the border.After crossing the Seine, they encountered a group of fleeing villagers.

After inquiring, I found out that a group of wool soldiers attacked Monfort and were burning, killing and looting wantonly.

Zpisko immediately led his team to kill Montfort.The fifty cavalrymen under his command are well-equipped and experienced, and they can handle dozens of wool soldiers without any effort.

Who knew that when he arrived in Monfort, he suffered a big loss.

The leader of the enemy is a powerful beast master, who summoned three venomous dragons to join the battle.This kind of dragon-like creature has only a very thin lineage of the dragon family, and it is completely different from a real giant dragon. However, the horses who have never seen this terrible creature are still frightened and run away in all directions.

In the ensuing battle, Zpisko's troops, which were in disarray, suffered a disastrous defeat despite fighting hard.Zpisko was hit in the face by a bead of acid, immediately corroding his helmet and getting some acid in his eyes.

Helpless, they had no choice but to retreat and hide in the forest for rest.

Fortunately, those wool soldiers did not continue to pursue because they were worried about attracting large troops.After razing Monfort to the ground, he fled south.

"Send scouts to check on Monfort's situation and search for them. If there are any survivors, they will be given three livres of condolence money each, and then escort them north to Beaumont for resettlement."

After giving the order, Ma Youfu sat under the tree, closed his eyes and meditated.

"My lord, I'm sorry, I failed..." After a while, a weak voice came from Ma Youfu's ear.He opened his eyes and found that Zpisko had finally regained his strength under the priest's treatment and had the strength to speak.

"It's not your fault. No one would have thought that among a small group of wool soldiers, there would be a spellcaster of at least the middle rank."

Ma Youfu's consolation did not let Zbysicko feel relieved.He pointed to his left eye, which was still wrapped in gauze, and said in a bleak tone, "My lord, I lost one eye. Even if I can go to the battlefield in the future, it will be just a burden. I want to retire and return to Poland."

After a knight puts down his visor in battle, his field of vision is already very narrow. If he loses an eye, it will be even more uncomfortable. It is just better than a blind man, and his field of vision is severely limited on the battlefield.

As a typical Polish knight of this era, Zbyszko has been in battle since he was awarded the belt at a young age and was named an official knight.Participated in the earth-shattering Battle of Grunwald, and defeated many outstanding Teutonic knights in duels. It can be said that he spent half his life in blood and glory.

Now that he is middle-aged and his body is gradually aging, he suddenly suffered a big defeat in an unknown small village, leaving permanent damage to his body. The blow he received was unimaginable.

Lying under the pine tree just now, surrounded by the priest's healing light, Zpisko suddenly thought of his wife, his children, and the peaceful life of the country estate.

This made him more determined.

Unexpectedly, Ma Youfu rejected his request without much consideration: "You can't fight on the front line, but your experience and skills are still precious wealth. After you recover from your injury, you will be given half a year to return to Poland to dispose of your property, and then take the Come to France with the family. I will give you a hereditary title and a job as a cavalry instructor with an annual salary of four thousand livres."

This was the first time Zpisko had seen the Lord Lord's undeniable toughness.He quickly understood the deep meaning of the other party's words, his only eyes gradually became moist, and he choked up and said, "I obey, my lord."

After calming down, he said again: "My lord, although I am useless on the battlefield, there must be many good Polish boys who are willing to serve for a benevolent and generous lord like you. Please give me something, I will When I come back, I will bring you a whole company of knights!"

"what?"

"The Mane of the Lion of Lechistan."

"No problem, just take it." Ma Youfu opened the dimension bag and threw the things to Zbysicko.

If this thing is used properly, it is an artifact that can turn the tide of the battle.But now there is only one use left, and only Polish nobles can use it.After Zpisko left, it was useless for Youfu Ma to hold it in his hand, so it was better to be a favor.

After the Polish knight was completely at ease, it didn't take long before the scouts who went to Monfort to investigate returned.

After the two scouts got off their horses, they scrambled to Ma Youfu, their faces pale and incoherent.

"Seven Saints, hell, we have seen hell!"

"There are corpses everywhere, skinned, blood..."

"Even pregnant women and children, all... Ah, forgive me, Seven Saints!"

Letting the overly frightened two scouts go down to rest, Ma Youfu and Donatello looked at each other and decided to go and see for themselves.

When approaching Monfort, the group smelled a strong smell of blood.Donatello took out two potions from his pocket, drank one himself, and handed the other to Ma Youfu.

"The potion of heroism allows you to maintain a calm mind and courage to fight even if you witness no matter how terrible the scene is."

Ma Youfu nodded, raised his head and drank.

Facts have proved that this decision is very correct.

Beaumont Village in the night has been turned into ruins.When Ma Youfu cast the lighting technique and saw the scene in front of him clearly, the expressions of the priests accompanying the team suddenly changed, and they lay down on the ground and vomited out all the food they ate at noon.

On the square in the village, densely packed wooden shelves were erected, and corpses with their skins peeled off and disemboweled were hung on them, swaying from side to side with the night wind, like dried bacon.

The excavated viscera piled up into a hill, exuding a disgusting stench, and a group of wild dogs were drilling inside, feasting on it.These beasts, whose fur was stained red with human blood, ran away immediately when they saw someone appearing.Then he was shot to death one by one by Ma Youfu's guards.

On the outer wall of the most conspicuous church in the village, strips of human skin were nailed with crossbow bolts, and they were pieced together into a sentence: "Do you still remember the Castle of Outerang? This is a gift in return!"

"Men, women, children, no one survived." Donatello said with a livid face, "When I was in Italy, I heard about the evil deeds of the French wool soldiers from time to time. But I didn't expect these guys to be so cruel, they have lost their basic humanity! No wonder His Excellency the Pope once said that the woolen soldiers are a disaster comparable to the Black Death, but one is the wicked scheme of the evil god, and the other is our own fault."

Faced with the tragic scene of his own people being massacred wantonly, Ma Youfu rarely remained calm.Looking at the words left by the woolen soldiers on the church, he remembered the night when he camped at Otteran Castle.

He met two young men who were going to take the civil service examination, and he also killed a small group of wool soldiers who attacked at night.

It seems that the other party's relatives and friends are old and have come to seek revenge.

Donatello saw that Mayoufu was silent for a while, and began to look around, asking, "Master Marquis, what are you going to do? If you want to impose sanctions on those human-skinned beasts, on behalf of the church, I fully support you and am willing to provide you with all your strength." help."

"Thank you." Ma Youfu nodded slightly, "First, we need to find the traces of those criminals."

The accompanying guards endured the discomfort and began to collect the remains of the villagers, pile them up and cremate them.Priests sang requiem hymns, praying that these unfortunate people could obtain eternal peace after death and ascend to the mountain of heaven.

After working hard all night and burying all the dead, Ma Youfu and Donatello also found some useful clues.

"This should be the dragon tail that Zpisko and the others cut off." Donatello looked at a severed tail covered with green scales, and looked at Ma Youfu, "Is this enough?"

"enough."

Beastmaster is a special spellcasting profession. Its spellcasting ability is at the same level as that of an artificer, but it can automatically comprehend a variety of mental spells to control creatures as its level increases.After the beast is captured and tamed into a war beast, the beast master can raise it in a special secondary plane, and can also prepare various potions, modify the gene of the war beast, and strengthen its combat ability.

The venomous dragons that Zpisko fought with before were not one-time summoned creatures summoned by magic, but war beasts that were bound to the soul of the beast master and had a close relationship.

"Biolocation!" Mayoufu chanted a spell, and hit a blue light on the broken tail of the flying dragon.

Suddenly, a fast-flowing coherent picture appeared in front of my eyes.

In a luxuriously decorated, flamboyant large building, rude mercenaries hugged a scantily clad girl, drinking and having fun to their heart's content.A thin young man with a scratch scar on his right cheek sat on the main seat, with a cruel and playful smile on his face.

It's him!

"La Beaubourg Avenue, Paris, Miss Fox's brothel..."

Relying on a four-ring prophecy spell, Ma Youfu successfully located the murderer.

"And now we're going to Paris?" asked Donatello.

"No, let's take a nap first. As a spellcaster, it is a basic quality to recharge your batteries and keep your brain clear before a battle."

Chapter 310 The Robber Emperor

Ma Youfu and his party left the ruined Beaumont village in the dark night before dawn, headed south all the way, arrived in the small town of Versailles in the early morning, and then found a hotel to rest.

In the afternoon, after getting enough rest, the group got up and began to arrange accordingly, preparing to go to Paris.

At this time, the culprit who caused the death of a total of 360 villagers in Beaumont Village, the Castilian Fausto de Vilandon, had just woken up from a hangover.

He moved a sensual thigh that was pressing on him, got up unsteadily, and left the bedroom.

The hall was still noisy, and Fausto's men were still not satisfied after the carnival late last night.

"Go away!" Fausto kicked the short mercenary, who was lying on the prostitute, out of his seat.

The short mercenary who was interrupted was not angry, he just smiled and walked to the corner with the prostitute in his arms and went to have fun.

Captain Fausto is a rare beast master with strong strength. Under his leadership, the mercenary group is invincible, and he spends a lot of money. Only he can do things like buying the entire "Miss Fox" brothel.

So even if he is harsh and vicious, has a distorted and bloodthirsty personality, and is a pervert who eats both men and women, the mercenaries are willing to follow him.

Fausto sat on the main seat, picked up the glass and drank it down.Two naked whores wearing only suspenders immediately posted up, but he drove them away impatiently.

Seeing the reluctance on their faces, Fausto said with disdain: "Dirty women are just tools to vent their desires."

In Fausto's view, not only prostitutes, but all women are lowly and stupid, and are only suitable for men as sexual and reproductive tools.Noble and pure feelings exist only between men and men.

It is precisely because of this rather ancient Greek notion that Fausto hates Mayouf so much.

The leader of the wool soldiers who was hammered to death by Mayouf's golem during the night attack on Outran Castle was Foo Stowe's most beloved person.

When he thought that he would no longer be able to lie on his lover's furry and generous chest, chatting, discussing life and philosophy, Fausto was mad with hatred.

After losing his love, Fausto immediately decided to take the most cruel and bloody revenge on Ma Youfu.

Beaumont Village is just the beginning.All villages, towns, churches, and caravans in the opponent's territory are his targets.

Fausto dared to be an enemy of the most powerful nobleman under the current king of France, which was both bold and reckless, but also something to rely on.

Because, he has a good father——

Rodrigo de Vilandon, born in Vizcaya, the counts of Rivaldo and Valladolid, the elite looting warlord, was a famous mercenary leader as early as ten years ago, the events of the Hundred Years War one of the characters.Now, he is hailed as the co-owner of all the free mercenary regiments in France, and he can directly command more than 1 troops.

He was a friend of King Alfonso V of Aragon and had the right to dine with the king.He also married the half-sister of the Duke of Bourbon, and was closely related to many French nobles, who gave him the nickname "The Robber Emperor".

With such a background and strength, even Charles VII would be afraid of three points. What about a Sirisian who has risen for less than two years?

That's why Fausto dared to return to Paris swaggeringly after massacring the civilians in the entire village, and continued to have fun, as if nothing had happened.

However, not everyone in the mercenary group is as bold as Fausto, who acts without considering the consequences.

The deputy head approached Fausto and said in a low voice: "Captain, the members have vented enough, shall we leave here tomorrow?"

"Bayange, you're too cowardly." Fausto put his arms around the small-eyed, big-faced deputy commander, who had obvious Tatar blood, and said, breathing alcohol.

Bayange was originally a nomad living in the Don River valley.Later, when he harassed Azov, he was captured by the Genoese and became a slave.After returning to Italy, Bayanger was supposed to be sent to a galley warship as an oarsman, but he seized the opportunity to kill the guard on the way, fled to France, and became a low-level cannon fodder mercenary.

Relying on his superb riding and shooting skills, as well as the vigilance he experienced on the prairie, Bayange quickly made his mark and eventually became Fausto's right-hand man.

"Captain, it's not a matter of being brave or not. Now that your father is negotiating with the King of France, we'd better restrain ourselves so as not to spoil the business."

"Business? Are you referring to the Crusaders?" Fausto sneered.

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