Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Sure enough, just as Milin feared, Lord Deus did not prepare a banquet in the literal sense.

When a group of mercenaries were brought into the courtyard of the castle, Lord Deus told the mercenaries his plan directly.

In a word, you must join my army and fight for my fame and wealth.

It was straightforward and without any roundabout rhetoric. It seemed that Lord Deus did not want to waste his words on these mercenary leaders.

Of course, when surrounded by three times the number of guards and with at least ten bows aimed at them, whether or not the words were a bit rude was not something that needed attention.

Just like these mercenaries, even though they all looked angry when they understood what the lord was going to do, no one said anything, which perfectly explained what it meant to be angry but not dare to speak.

Just when this anger gradually faded under the threat of the sharp blade, most of the mercenary leaders were considering whether to accept the overlord's terms.

There was a sound from the crowd.

"So, how much is the settlement allowance? How much is the weekly allowance? How much is the death benefit? How much is the daily ration consumption?"

The sudden sound made the atmosphere that had calmed down a bit but was still tense become weird.

Both the mercenaries and the guards looked at Milin who said this.

The look in their eyes was surprisingly consistent: "This is the kind of problem we should pay attention to at this time."

Is it really necessary to discuss this kind of daily necessities at a time of life and death?

"Don't look at me so strangely. These questions always have to be asked, right? It's just that I asked them in advance."

Milin spread his hands and said with an innocent look.

As the eerie silence lasted for a while, the mercenaries who had just planned to endure it for the time being suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The lord in front of him who said he wanted to recruit mercenaries did not immediately answer this question which sounded normal but was asked at an unusual time and place.

The mercenaries who noticed this turned their attention back to the lord.

Lord Deus, who was responding to these mercenaries for the first time, said:

"I earned my position today by relying on my military exploits. I will never treat my subordinates badly, especially warriors like you."

This sentence sounds okay at first glance, but for those who are not experienced in the world, it is easy for them to get carried away because of the hint of flattery contained in it.

But the problem is that these mercenaries are not just fledgling boys, and they will not become the leader of a mercenary army.

In a short period of time, these mercenaries came to think about this sentence.

Saying it means not saying it, just trying to spread the pie... These mercenary leaders also said similar words to their subordinates.

More importantly, if Lord Deus really planned to give these mercenaries a good price, would he make such a gesture? Shouldn't we just wait for the wine and meat?

"What's the specific value? Lord, after all, we, a large group of people, also need to eat." Compared with other mercenary leaders who realized that the lord was playing tricks but did not dare to be the first, Milin said in an indifferent tone. .

Seeing that the lord in front of him remained silent, Milin said in a calm but just enough voice:

"It can't be 20 people alone."

20 dinars is the cost of hiring those militiamen... that is, the most ordinary farmers in this world, and it is a one-time buyout, which is the lowest price.

Facing Milin's persistent questioning, Lord Deus took a deep look at Milin and did not answer. Instead, he raised his head and glanced at everyone present and said in an indifferent tone;

"It looks like I don't need so many generals."

"?" Before the question mark in their hearts could fully emerge, most of the mercenary leaders present instinctively sensed a danger.

Except for Milin who stood in the middle of the field and did not move much, the mercenaries around him immediately scattered when they sensed the danger. Some turned back and rushed towards the door, some bumped into the nearest guard, and a few One of them rushed directly towards Lord Deus himself.

When these mercenaries just started to move, the guards with three times the number of these mercenaries raised their weapons and shields at the same time, and the archers surrounding the castle also loosened their bowstrings.

In just half a minute, most of the mercenaries of less than twenty people lay on the ground with more air coming out and less air coming in. They rushed directly to Deus, and their swords had been cut into pieces by the two-handed sword in the hands of the lord himself. Human stick.

"A bunch of idiots." Lord Deus casually put his big sword on the ground. He didn't even look at the group of wailing and struggling mercenaries. He looked directly at the mercenaries still standing in the middle of the courtyard, with several swords scattered around him. Milin of Arrow asked:

"So would you rather be a fool like them? Or be a smart one?"

"I plan to..." A slender stabbing sword was pulled out by Milin. If someone could see through it, they would see that the stabbing sword was not pulled out by Milin from his clothes, but directly from his sleeve. grown out.

"Choose the third way."

Milin, who went from stillness to movement in an instant, rushed towards Deus at extremely fast speeds.

The distance of less than ten meters was approaching in an instant. The two imperial infantrymen guarding Deus had just raised their shields to form a human wall to stop Milin, when the rapier in Milin's hand scraped the edge of the shield. Stung into the neck.

Almost at the same time that Milin made a move, Deus, who had always been extremely wary of Milin, picked up the long sword that had just been combined with a cane and stood it in front of his chest.

There was a quiet sound of "ding". Deus, who was wearing an armor that had absolutely no corners cut and was better than a genuine knight's armor, took several steps back under the strong force that accompanied the sound of iron.

However, it was these few steps that allowed Deus to escape Milin's attack range.

Seeing the small hole poked in the middle of the sword blade and the force that shook all the bones in his body, Lord Deus, who felt that he had just passed by the god of death, shouted in a voice of panic mixed with a hint of anger:

"Kill him! Kill him! Archers! Volley!"

At the same time, he took a few steps back again and retreated directly into the castle.

Lord Deus's order was well executed. Even though the body of the imperial infantryman who had just been stabbed in the neck by Milin had not yet fallen, more than a dozen arrows were shot at Milin.

"Tsk" he glanced at the inner door of the castle that was closed with a "clang" with some regret. Milin turned around and waved the thin sword in his hand to deflect the arrows that were shot at him. He also reached out his hand to catch one of the arrows.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the arrow caught by Milin returned to the person who just used it along the original path.

The archer who didn't understand how the arrow he shot was thrown back widened his eyes, covered the arrow stuck in his neck, took a few steps back with an expression of disbelief, and fell from the wall of the castle courtyard. go out.

After "returning" the arrow like this, Milin slightly raised his clenched fist. An imperial infantryman who rushed over under the cover of the arrow was lifted up by an invisible huge force and pressed tightly against him. On the ceiling of the corridor in front of the main castle gate.

The instantaneously heated nano rapier slashed across the unlucky infantryman's body, leaving a mark burned by the high temperature.

Such a strange scene made other soldiers stop, but Milin did not stop when they stopped.

Without any hesitation, Milin waved his arms again. The soldiers who hesitated because of the incredible sight only felt an invisible force trying to snatch the weapons in their hands.

Before these soldiers could react, a pile of stolen weapons fell down beside Milin.

After losing their weapons, even if they were still carrying a shield, the soldiers who could not suppress the panic in their hearts immediately lost their fighting spirit. They gave up the lord's order and wanted to leave the courtyard and escape from Milin.

However, when these soldiers whose morale collapsed and wanted to escape from Milin were about to rush out of the courtyard, the courtyard door automatically blocked their only escape route without wind.

The soldiers with no way to escape could only turn their heads again.

Under the cover of night, a figure holding a silver-white rapier and a pair of dark yellow pupils walked toward them at a leisurely pace.

Screams, cries, and begging for mercy became the main theme of the castle, and were interspersed with wailing sounds at the right time.

Finally, the sound of dead silence ended the performance as a rest.