On a hot afternoon, an army of less than a hundred men was marching at a rapid pace. The officer leading the team took out the kettle and drank a few sips, and then poured all the rest on his face. In this kind of weather, wearing a heavy suit of armor is quite a drain on the body. Shaking the water drops from his hair, he asked loudly at a temporarily hired guide, "How long will it be before we get to the Ronorr family's castle?" ”

"My lord, at the current speed, we can get there before dark. But I should warn you that a few hours ago, a woman with fiery red hair rushed in, and it didn't take long for screams and wails to be heard from inside. When the guide said this, he couldn't help but shiver.

"You don't need to worry about this, just lead the way." As he spoke, the officer took a silver coin from his waist and threw it over. He was none other than Henry's captain of the guard, Sennick. Ever since receiving the news that Shantil had sent a magical message that it had been cleaned up, the private army had set out from Deanisberg. Their goal was clear: to take over the three castles that had originally belonged to the Ronorr family before dark.

Although the rapid march made all the soldiers very tired, not one of them complained. All of them knew that the lord they were loyal to had won the battle of the nobles. It was two-thirds of the richest territory north of the Esmere River. The Ronoir family has accumulated for hundreds of years, and finally all of them have become other people's wedding dresses.

Since the territory has expanded so much at once, in order to maintain stability, the number of private soldiers must be expanded, and the preliminary estimate is that it will be at least 800 to 1,000 people. This means that it is very likely that a regular soldier will be promoted, as will a squad leader, squadron leader, or even the captain of a castle's guard.

I saw that my men were full of energy. A smile appeared on Sennick's face. His mood is also hot now. Unlike ordinary soldiers. He aspired to be a nobleman, even the lowliest, a knight.

You must know that although all the countries on the continent of Faren have a tradition of canonizing outstanding adventurers and mercenaries as nobles, there are very few people who can enjoy this treatment. More than half of them don't survive the first few years, and generally speaking, they either die at the hands of various terrifying monsters, or accidentally step on some trap and die directly.

Sennick never considered himself one of the lucky ones, and as such never got involved in ruins exploration or warfare. His mercenary group has been providing escort services for nobles and merchants, hoping to one day be favored by a nobleman to become a private soldier. Get out of this life of licking blood from the knife edge.

It's arguably the best way for most mercenary groups and adventure squads to end up, but less than one percent of them are able to do it. Those with higher professional ranks are better off and can switch careers to teach others combat skills and experience. As for the rest, once they reach the age of fifty, they become quite miserable, and a large part of them go straight to farmers or beggars.

Sennick feels that he has recently been favored by Lady Luck, which can be described as a good thing. First he was hired by a nobleman who owned a large territory, and then he found out that the lord he was loyal to was actually a big man. And now another aristocratic private battle has been won, and the territory has expanded several times. The most important thing is that there is not a single vassal canonized in such a large area of land. He felt that this was a godsend, and if he didn't take it well, he would regret it for life.

"Your Excellency. In front of it is the castle of the Ronore family. It was so scary that I had to take my way here. The farmer, who was acting as a guide, turned around and ran. It's as if there's some terrifying monster ahead.

An old mercenary sneered loudly: "Hahahaha! A farmer is a farmer, isn't it just a few dead people, as for being afraid of it? ”

His laughter didn't last long, because when he got closer, the guy couldn't laugh anymore. There were a large number of corpses piled up at the entrance of the castle, and all the heads were floating in the air. This strange situation made everyone's scalp tingle, and if it weren't for the midday sun still hanging in the sky, maybe some of the less daring ones would have fled immediately.

"This ...... What the hell is this, Rie...... Inside...... There are no undead, right? "The guy who was still laughing at others just now is now shaking uncontrollably in his upper and lower teeth.

Sennick frowned slightly, raised his right hand to signal everyone to stay where they were, and drew his sword and walked forward cautiously. As soon as they stepped into the vicinity of the castle drawbridge, all the heads flew down from mid-air and made a terrifying voice: "Tell me my identity!" Otherwise, die! ”

He wanted to see if the heads would rush up and bite him, so he immediately revealed his identity. "I'm Zenique, captain of the guard at Deanisberg."

As soon as the words fell, a human head rushed up and sniffed, and then fell directly to the ground as if it had lost its life, and all the other human heads floating in the air fell to the ground. Sennick now finally understood a little, I am afraid that these were all specially arranged by the fiery red-haired lady to prevent others from breaking in.

However, looking at the corpses and heads everywhere, I am afraid that there is not a single living person in it, and it is really worthy of the aristocratic private fight known for its barbarism and cruelty. And this beautiful and bewitching lady is really terrifying, and she actually killed everyone in a castle by herself. From the old man in his sixties and seventies, down to the newborn baby, even the domesticated hound did not let go, and died cleanly.

Sennick sighed slightly, then turned around and shouted at the soldiers: "Look at what! Come and bury the bodies, we still have two castles to receive. Don't blame me for not reminding you, it's a critical time to clean your hands and feet, otherwise you'll ......"

"Captain, don't worry, although we like money, we are definitely not stupid. If anyone dares to steal, I won't have to do anything with you, I'll take this guy out and cut off an arm. "It was a giant man who looked to be in his early forties and was two meters tall. He carried a double-edged axe behind him, and at first glance he was a warrior of infinite strength.

"Olis, then I'll put you in charge of this castle. Remember. Pull the body down in the woods and bury it first. Then wash the blood stains inside. I'll leave you thirty people. Make the most of this opportunity. With that, Sennick divided the soldiers into a third. He knows very well that the other party very much wants to settle down, marry a wife and have children, so he will definitely take this job seriously.

After the settlement, Olise began to direct the soldiers to work, and the rest of the people started on the road again, they still had a long way to go.

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Leaving the Mage Tower at the headquarters of the Masked Mage's Guild, Henry walked the streets of Aslatra with two of his dragon men, as well as Amelia, who seemed to be a little cautious. He was in a good mood right now. The Dimension Bag has enough supplies to study one or two more legendary spells.

Suddenly, a large number of pedestrians gathered in front of me for some reason, and I saw a man in chain mail standing on a high place and shouting: "Everyone! Look at this dark elf that you are bound to in front of you! My brethren! She is a creature of evil and darkness! Creatures of depravity and deception! They just want to ruin us! This demon foolishly appeared around us, thinking that we would let up! Sue me, my brethren! What should we do about it! ”

"Burn her!"

"That's right! Burn her! ”

Countless fanatical populaces raised their fists and let out a hoarse cry, as if everyone had a blood feud. Seeing this, Henry knew what was going on, even if he was stupid. Needless to say, the dark elf woman trapped on a stake must be Viconia, known in the game as the Queen of the Poisonous Tongue.

But she's not in a good position right now. Not only did he have several bloody whip marks on his body and face. And under the sun, it is the most cruel criminal law for the dark elves. Otherwise, their curse mantra would not have been "Let the sun shine on your head."

"That's right, kill this drow elf! Her dark and evil people have emerged from the ground and killed my father and brother! I sue you, they are all wicked! All of them! "The man in the chainmail continues to incite hatred. The soldiers standing not far away on patrol were completely oblivious to the scene in front of them, as if they had completely forgotten that Amm and the law protecting passing travelers had been completely oblivion.

Henry saw that someone had already started to light the torches, and if he didn't do anything else, he was afraid that Viconia would not survive today. However, it is obviously impossible to do it yourself, because there are too many ordinary people nearby, and if it is spread that they are protecting the dark elves, the good reputation of hard work will be in vain.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he turned to Amelia and ordered, "You can save that dark elf for me now in the name of the Masked Mage Guild." If these thugs dare to resist, kill them all. ”

"Rest assured, there is not a single person in this city who dares to go against the will of the Masked Mage Guild." After saying that, the female mage with Karatu blood pulled up her hood, covered her face with a face towel, and walked up with unhurried steps. The surrounding people, who were originally fanatical, gradually calmed down after seeing her, and made way for a passage on their own.

As a powerful organization that monopolizes the magical power of the entire Amm region, the Masked Mage's Guild is notoriously arrogant and unreasonable. Most of the population has mixed feelings about them, on the one hand, the mages keep Aslatra safe from magic, and on the other hand, they are themselves users of magic.

Amelia deliberately showed the guild badge hanging on her chest so that everyone could see it, and then stepped forward and said to the man in the chain mail, "The Masked Mage's Guild is interested in this dark elf, so from now on, I will take over her." ”

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Continue to bow and thank all the book friends who voted for the monthly ticket, and at the same time thank the world for the reward. In addition, thank you to the Great Karcist book friends for the reminder vote, but I'm afraid I won't get it...... As a handicap party, 12,000 is a bit too difficult. (To be continued......)