Broad World

In the hot afternoon, an army of less than a hundred people was advancing rapidly. The officer leading the team took out a few sips from the water bottle, then poured the rest on his face. In this weather, wearing a heavy armor is quite exhausting for physical strength. Shaking the drops of water from his hair, he asked a temporarily hired guide loudly, "How long will it take us to reach the castle of the Ronoll family?"

"My lord, according to the current speed, we can arrive before dark. But I want to remind you that a few hours ago, a woman with fiery red hair rushed in, and it didn't take long for screams and wailing to be heard inside." When the guide said these words, he couldn't help shivering.

"You don't need to worry about this, as long as you lead the way well." The officer took out a silver coin from his waist and threw it over. He is none other than Henry's guard captain Cernic. This private army set off from Fort D'Anis after receiving the magic news from Sandyr that the cleanup was completed. Their goal is very clear, which is to take over the three castles that originally belonged to the Ronoll family before dark.

Although the rapid march made all the soldiers very tired, no one complained. Everyone knew that the lord they were loyal to had already won the nobles' private war. That is the richest two-thirds of the territory north of the Esmer River. The Luo Nuoer family stole and accumulated for hundreds of years, and in the end all of them became someone else's wedding dress.

Since the scope of the territory has expanded so much at once, the number of private soldiers must be expanded in order to maintain stability, and the initial estimate is at least 800 to 1,000. This means that it is quite possible for ordinary soldiers to be promoted, but it is also possible for squad leaders, squadron leaders, and even the captain of the guard of a castle.

I saw that my men were full of energy. A smile appeared on Cernic's serious face. He is also in a hot mood now. It is different from ordinary soldiers. He aspires to be a nobleman, even the lowest knight.

You must know that although all the countries on the continent of Faerun have a tradition of canonizing outstanding adventurers and mercenaries as nobles, very few people can enjoy this treatment. More than half of them could not survive the first few years. Generally speaking, they either died at the hands of various terrifying monsters, or they accidentally stepped on some traps and died directly.

Cernic never considered himself one of the lucky ones, so he never participated in relic exploration or wars. The mercenary group under him has been providing escort services for nobles and businessmen, hoping that one day they can be chosen by a nobleman and become a private soldier under his banner. Get out of this bloody life.

It can be said that this is the best ending method for most mercenary groups and adventure teams, but less than one percent of them can do it. It's better for those guys with higher professional level, they can change careers to teach others fighting skills and experience. As for the rest of the people, once they are fifty years old, they will become quite miserable, and a large part of them will directly become farmers or beggars.

Cernic feels that he has also been favored by the goddess of luck recently, which can be described as a lot of good things. 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 they have won another nobleman's private fight, and the territory has expanded several times. The most important thing is that there is not a single vassal on such a large piece of land. He felt that this was a god-given opportunity, and if he didn't grasp it well, he would regret it for life.

"My lord, the Ronoel family's castle is just ahead. It's really scary there, so I can only take my way here." The farmer who acted as a temporary guide turned around and ran away after speaking. It was as if there was some terrifying monster ahead.

A veteran mercenary sneered loudly: "Hahahaha! A farmer is a farmer, isn't it just a few dead people, as for being afraid of this."

His laughter didn't last long, because when he got close, the guy couldn't laugh anymore. A large number of corpses were piled up at the gate of the castle, and all their heads were floating in the air. This weird situation made everyone feel their scalps go numb. If the sun was still hanging in the sky at noon, maybe some less courageous guys would run away immediately.

"This... what the hell is this thing? Could there be... there... are there dead souls in it?" The guy who was still laughing at others just now was shaking his upper and lower teeth uncontrollably.

Cernic frowned slightly, raised his right hand to signal everyone to stay in place, drew out his long sword and walked forward cautiously. The moment they stepped near the drawbridge of the castle, all the heads flew down from mid-air, and made a creepy voice: "Report your identity! Otherwise, you will die!"

He wanted to try to see if these heads would rush up to bite him, so he immediately revealed his identity. "I'm Sirnic, the captain of the guard of Fort D'Anis."

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

But looking at the corpses and heads all over the place, I am afraid that there is no one alive inside. It is really worthy of the barbaric and cruel nobles who are known for their private fights. And this beautiful and coquettish lady is really scary enough, she killed all the people in a castle by herself. From old people in their sixties and seventies to newborn babies, even the domesticated hounds were not spared, and they died cleanly.

Cernic sighed slightly, then turned around and shouted at the soldiers: "What are you looking at! Hurry up and bury these corpses, we still have two castles to receive. Don't blame me for not reminding you, this is a critical period, keep your hands and feet clean, otherwise..."

"Captain, don't worry, although we like money, we are definitely not fools. If anyone dares to steal, I will catch him and cut off an arm without your hands." The person who spoke was a giant man who looked in his early forties and was two meters tall. With a double-edged ax on his back, he looked like a mighty warrior.

"Olis, then I will hand over this castle to you. Remember. First pull the corpse into the woods and bury it. Then clean the blood inside. I will leave you thirty people. Make good use of this opportunity." Saying that, Cernic divided the soldiers into one-third. He knew very well that the other party really wanted to settle down, marry a wife and have children, so he would definitely take this job seriously.

After the delivery was over, Olis began to direct the soldiers to work, and the rest 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 Guild, Henry walked along the streets of Aslatra administrative district with his two dragon men and Amelia, who seemed a little cautious. He is in a very good mood now. The large amount of materials in the dimension bag is enough to study one or two legendary spells.

Suddenly, a large number of pedestrians gathered in front for unknown reasons, and a man in chain armor stood on a high place and shouted loudly: "Everyone! Look at this dark elf bound before you! My brothers! She is a creature of evil and darkness! A creature of depravity and deceit! They only want to destroy us! This monster foolishly appeared beside us, thinking that we would relax! My brothers, tell me! How should we deal with it!"

"Burn her!"

"Yes! Burn her to death!"

Countless fanatical people raised their fists and shouted hoarsely, as if everyone had a blood feud. Seeing this situation, Henry knew what was going on no matter how stupid he was. Needless to say, the dark elf woman trapped on the stake must be Viconia, known as the queen of poison tongue in the game.

But her current situation is not very good. Not only did he have several bloody welts on his body and face. And under the sun, it is the most cruel punishment for the dark elves. Otherwise their mantra of cursing wouldn't be "May the sun shine on your head".

"That's right, kill this drow! Her dark and evil people came out of the ground and killed my father and brother! I tell you, they are all evil! All of them!" The man in chain mail continued to incite hatred. The soldiers patrolling not far away completely turned a blind eye to the scene in front of them, as if they had completely forgotten that there was a law in Amn that protected travelers in the past.

Henry saw that someone had already started to light the torch. If no measures were taken, Viconia might not survive today. However, it is obviously impossible to do it yourself, because there are too many ordinary people nearby. If it is spread that he is protecting the dark elves, the good reputation of hard work will be in vain.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he turned around and told Amelia, "In the name of the Masked Mage Guild, give me that dark elf and save it. If these thugs dare to resist, kill them all."

"Please rest assured that in this city, no one dares to violate the will of the Masked Mage Guild." After speaking, the female mage with the blood of Karatu pulled up her hood, covered her face with a scarf, and walked up at a leisurely pace. After seeing her, the fanatical people around gradually calmed down and made way for a passage.

As a powerful organization that monopolizes the magical power of the entire Amn region, the Masked Mage Guild is notorious for its arrogance and unreasonableness. Most people have mixed feelings about them. On the one hand, the masked mages protect Aslatra from magic, and on the other hand, these people themselves are magic users.

Amelia deliberately revealed the guild badge hanging on her chest so that everyone could see it, then stepped forward and said to the man in chain armor, "The Masked Mage Guild is very 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 monthly, and at the same time thank Tianxia Zhiwu for the reward. In addition, I would like to thank the book friends of the Great Warlock for their reminder votes, but I'm afraid I won't be able to get it... As a handicapped party, 12,000 is a bit too difficult. (To be continued..)