Chapter 137 Castle (Part 1)

The light rain fell in the forest.

Two hundred soldiers walked through the forest silently, including only a dozen cavalrymen.

After sending troops, the journey went smoothly and there was no attack. In the end, there was someone in the court who could do something. With the restraint of large amounts of troops, it was not difficult to choose a relatively safe route and target.

If it were an ordinary team, it might have been labeled as a "consumable" long ago and then arranged to a location of fierce conflict. Not to mention anything else, the 200 people might have removed at least one quarter of them.

The Fort Fayer, surrounded by forests and low hills, arrived 50 miles away on the third day of the march, which may be close to the patrol range of the opponent's cavalry scouts - if there were cavalry scouts.

Although it was already April, the spring rain was still a little cold. As the main person, there was still a tent, but for ordinary soldiers, it was good to have a burlap list.

The fire started, and a scrubbing sound came, and the pot was beaten and it was hit and it was put on.

It was raining all over the world, and hazy raindrops kept hitting their bodies. Fang Xin frowned a little, but marching and fighting was not his business. To put it bluntly, this time he was just participating - he ordered the thieves and assassins to patrol nearby.

There was not much time, and the water in each large pot was boiling. A large number of people sat around the fire with white bread, baked the bread with the warmth of the fire, and then ate it in big mouthfuls.

Occasionally, some people were salty and dried fish, and they passed on them silently and ate them separately.

When he turned to a corner, he saw Hadak holding the holy emblem, motionless in the drizzle, praying silently, and Fang Xin could see the light of inspiration flashing on his body.

Most of the people here are mercenaries, and naturally have various beliefs. Moreover, in order to survive, they are willing to receive the treatment of any God's pastor - people who do not want such a person would have died long ago.

Looking at these mercenaries, Fang Xin thought a little. Of course, these mercenaries were quite down and out. Their clothes must be dirty and their beards must be full. However, the murderous aura on their bodies, the numb eyes towards death, and the skillful martial arts - Fang Xin smiled.

The nobles were very dissatisfied with the mercenaries because the mercenaries often ignored the monarch and lords. They held swords and wandered, so naturally the lords were difficult to take effect on them.

However, even other people do not have high praise for mercenaries, because they have no real friends and do not pay attention to loyalty. As long as you have no benefits to give them, you will find that their friendship is gone in an instant like the ice and snow in summer - they only care about themselves.

However, the other party said that this was actually very clear, because the mercenaries did not have a base.

Without a base, there is no cohesion - who doesn't want to have a stable home, get hurt, get old, get sick, be able to go back, and someone will bury him after death?

As the sky gradually became late and the rain stopped, the mercenaries had set up basic defenses and started to rest.

Fang Xin also returned to his small tent and began to meditate and accumulate magic power. His casting did not require memory or memory loss, but he was still subject to the level of magic and level of magic.

Until tomorrow dawn, the horn sounded, Fang Xin also got up, and the whole team left the woodland and headed towards the castle not far away. At noon, he arrived outside the castle.

A team of 200 soldiers was concentrated on a small hill, and the cavalry acted as commanders at this time.

Fang Xin frowned and stood on the hill. It was hard to believe that troops would be sent to fight in the castle.

However, to a certain extent, Fang Xin has not yet fully understood the war on this continent. Therefore, after a moment, he saw the castle gate open, with about 200 soldiers rushing out inside, and even dozens of people left in the castle - these Fang Xin cannot understand, concentrating troops is the most basic point!

I looked up carefully and observed the battlefield, and then I realized that this was indeed the case.

At this time, all the mercenaries were full of seriousness. They had been through the battlefield for a long time and naturally knew that the only thing they needed to do now was to let go of all distracting thoughts and concentrate on them.

Fang Xin looked at them and was powerless to do anything to him. Magic had to wait until level 5 to truly play a role in this battlefield. This was very obvious.

In Fang Xin's opinion, the flying technique makes the magician go beyond the scope of ordinary combat, and the fireball technique has the functions of small cannonballs, so no matter which level of nobles it is, it is inevitable to attach importance to the level six mage.

Now, he could only watch the actual command of the team - the strong cavalry captain with armor - Cronshaw was commanding the battle.

"Cronshaw, I will join the war later." Fang Xin said.

"Sir, I can't protect you on the battlefield!" Cronshaw glanced at him and said, in the team, the three chiefs and deputy commanders, including the priest, did not participate in the battle.

"Of course, I don't need your protection." Fang Xin had just thought for a moment, and a small wind wall suddenly appeared on his body, rotating around Fang Xin.

"Since that's the case, it's up to you." Cronshaw said as he saw it, and he watched the two groups approaching nervously until he gave an order: "Attack!"

The roar suddenly cut through Ning Jing, followed by the shouts. The teams from both sides rushed forward and began to fight.

As the two teams collided, the swords and guns were inserted into each other's body. The sound of chopping, crying, tragic roars, and the muffled sound of human bodies being broken and pierced, immediately filled the scene.

Fang Xin paused, and his horse neighed, and the horse's hooves kicked the soil, splashed the stars and rushed straight down.

"The mage who rushed down to fight!" Everyone present looked at each other.

"Spiderweb!"

A large spider web suddenly appeared out of thin air, and within the area of ​​hundreds of square meters, dozens of soldiers who were fighting were immediately trapped in the quagmire.

Even Fang Xin will be sticky when this spider web is sticky, but this effect is enough.

The enemies in this area not only cannot support it, but also block the pace of the enemies behind it, which is equivalent to dividing the enemy.

Suddenly, the battle fell one side, and hundreds of our own people besieged the dozen enemies in front of them, screaming and wailing continued, and the continuous muffled sound of the body being stabbed, and even the crisp sound of the bones breaking under heavy sticks.

"Puff!" A bow and arrow shot at Fang Xin, but when it hit him, it was deviated from the direction by a powerful rotation. However, even so, a blood mark was wiped on Fang Xin's body.

On this battlefield, the effect of magic missiles is basically not as good as that of bows and arrows. Fang Xin drew out the long sword placed in the side pocket of the horse bag, bypassed the spider web, and entered the enemy army on the second line.

With the help of the horse's momentum, the sword drew long marks in the air, and wherever they went, the enemies were killed one after another.

"Oh my God, is he still a mage?" Bud shouted in surprise, and Cronshaw looked full of incredible expressions - even he might not be able to do this combat skill.

Etger was the first to wake up, and saw another spider web technique below, which immediately trapped the enemies in a area in a quagmire and struggled. Fang Xin cooperated with the infantry to surround and attack a small group of enemies.

"Kill it. If you don't continue, they will kill all the enemies."

"Yes, sir!" The last group of cavalry rushed down the hills and began to attack.

Under this attack, the opponent's formation suddenly collapsed. Many soldiers' morale collapsed, and fear made them lose their minds. They began to abandon their weapons and leave the team...

Fang Xinzhi rushed to the city gate and intercepted the road that fled to the city gate. Many soldiers knelt down to show surrender, but Fang Xin's main target was the enemy's knight.

Fang Xin rushed forward and came to the enemy knight in an instant. At this time, an opponent's knight attendant rushed up. Fang Xin pierced the young body with just a little sword. The powerful momentum that had not yet been exerted made the sword go deep into the end, until the opponent's corpse hit the sword's guard.

Only a few miles apart, Fang Xin saw the opponent's face and expression. It was a very young boy with an expression of incredibleness. Blood was spraying like a spring water until the corpse escaped from the sword and fell to the ground again.

There was the knight ahead, and the man actually held a spear. This required the knight to charge to exert his powerful power. Of course, Fang Xin would not give him a chance. He directly slashed down with one sword, and the opponent's spear was split into two.

Next, the heavy sword back hit him, causing the knight to fall to the ground. Fang Xin jumped off the horse and knocked off the other party's helmet, revealing his face in his thirties. His head was covered in blood, but he was not dead.
Chapter completed!