Chapter 1738 Attack

Outside Sika City, there is a dense forest.

Thick snow covers the hard frozen soil, making the frozen soil that is already comparable to steel seem to be covered with a layer of armor. The pine needles in the dense forest are like small sharp daggers. Anyone who walks through it will be cut.

Every year, there are unlucky guys like this who are ill-prepared among the patrols.

Because of such unlucky people, every patrol team will have a period of rapid growth.

Carl was an unlucky guy back then.

When he joined the patrol for the first time, he refused the captain's suggestion to put on a thick linen cloak and insisted on wearing armor. Then...he was not protected by the armor and was scratched with blood by pine needles.

As for the place protected by armor?

No better experience either.

The long period of exercise and the large amount of sweat not only made him feel uncomfortable, but also completely froze his skin and lining at night. Karl will never forget the way the captain and his teammates boiled water to treat themselves. After that, he was sick for a week due to wind and cold before he recovered.

Then, he once again rejected his mother's proposal to join the army as a staff officer and returned to the patrol again.

Stay for a year.

It's boring and dangerous.

But also very happy.

There was no intrigue, no hidden knives behind the smiles, everyone gave their backs to each other’s teammates and brothers.

Thinking back to those days, Karl subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

However, it was only then that he came back to his senses. I was already a skeleton. Where did the corners of my mouth come from?

Suddenly, Karl opened his mandible.

He wanted to burst into tears.

It's a pity that he is a skeleton and can't even cry.

All that is there is the beating of the soul fire.

There is no way back to Sika City.

I can’t go to crowded places either.

Will the wilderness be my home?

Mother, father and uncle can never see each other again!

Once you see it, I'm afraid you will become the target of being killed, right?

Carl's mood became gloomy when he thought about the days ahead.

He never imagined that he would fall to this level.

But there was no more resentment.

After all, he is luckier than his colleagues who actually died, isn't he?

"Finisha, do you remember where the captain and everyone are buried?"

Karl asked towards his mount.

"Remember, it's on the side of Da Que Ridge."

Fenisha said immediately.

"Take me somewhere."

Karl habitually touched Fenisha's back. Even though it had turned into a withered bone, she was still generous.

"good!"

Fenisha nodded and immediately changed from walking forward to sprinting.

When she was still a normal war horse, Fenisha, who had been nourished by various magic items, had spirituality, strength, and speed that other war horses did not have. After turning into a skeletal war horse, Fenisha had a qualitative improvement in all aspects. The change, at least in Karl's opinion, was that Fenisha's speed was more than twice as fast.

You can see the captain before morning.

Captain refers to the captain Carl met when he first joined the patrol.

This captain has extraordinary significance to Karl.

It can even be said that it allowed Karl to transform from a relatively diligent noble boy to a leader of real warriors. The relationship between the two of them is both a teacher and a friend, and they are very close.

If an unexpected enemy hadn't appeared during a patrol and the captain had saved them, he would have become a very important figure in the Sika City military at this time.

And, of course, his teammates.

He was the only one to survive that crisis.

His teammates imitated his captain, breaking off the enemy again and again and dying again and again, in order to give his youngest and least sensible brother a chance to live.

At that time, he was filled with hatred, anger, and guilt.

Hating myself for my uselessness.

Angry at his own incompetence.

Guilt...

The captain and teammates never knew his identity. When he joined the patrol, he concealed it. He only vaguely said that he was a run-down little noble, but did not reveal his true identity.

Then, there was no chance to say it again.

Even if he later begged his uncle to send elite cavalry to completely eradicate the bandit, how could his captain and teammates be resurrected?

According to the agreement made during the chat at that time.

He buried everyone on the side of Da Que Ridge.

Because, in the summer, it is very beautiful there and it is a place that everyone must choose every time they go camping.

And every season, he would go to worship.

The last time, two months ago, before the weather had completely cooled down, he brought everyone’s favorite spirits, sausages, bacon and hash browns.

Maybe, I should stay with the captain and everyone.

Anyway, the captain and everyone else and I look similar.

Sitting on Fenisha's back, Karl thought wildly.

When Fenisha stopped, Daque Ridge was already in front of her.

Daqueling in the dead of winter is not as beautiful as in the summer, with thick ice and snow covering everything. In the summer, when the wind blows here, the entire pasture will sway.

Now?

Every step takes a lot of effort.

This was a small road that Carl had specially opened up. If you were to come to Da Que Ridge from a place without roads, it would be completely impossible in the cold winter.

Crunch, crunch.

The boots come into contact with the snow, and every time they are pulled out or dropped, they will make a unique sound.

There was no sound except the wind.

Soon, Karl, whose physique became different, saw the captain and everyone's cemetery in a more relaxed manner.

The cemetery is on the hillside and is made of stone.

It's not big, with only nine tombs. Each tomb is placed according to their position during each patrol.

The captain is in front, the deputy captain is the best, the crossbowmen are in the middle, and the pikemen are on both sides. He was one of the pikemen at the beginning.

Zhizhi!

Pushing open the frozen stone door, Carl walked into the cemetery.

He started cleaning the place as usual.

Every time he came here, in order to prevent the captain and everyone's bones from being damaged, he would not only clean up the surrounding animals, but also sprinkle some tiger urine around.

However, this time it was different, he did not bring enough sacrifices.

Not cleaning up the animals either.

There are almost no animals in the Sika Territory in the cold winter.

As for tiger urine?

no need.

He will stay here from now on.

After all, this is his squad.

Here are the captain, vice-captain, and everyone.

Here, he can speak freely, and he can unscrupulously show his dissatisfaction with his uncle's administration, but at home, he cannot say it.

Neither his mother nor his father who died young would allow it.

"I'm so tired, Captain."

"I feel most relaxed every time I'm here."

"Fortunately, I left a space for myself. When the spring comes, I will find some stones and build myself a tomb... Well, the skeleton shouldn't need to eat, right?"

"It's pretty good to think about it."

Karl sat cross-legged in the newly cleared space and spoke slowly to the tombstone in front.

Although it was winter, Karl, who could not feel the temperature change, felt as if he had returned to the summer wilderness. Everyone set up a bonfire here, laughed and cursed, and sang and danced after drinking too much.

A sense of warmth permeated Karl's soul lightly.

In an instant, all the uneasiness in my heart and the murmurs in my ears disappeared.

Carl relaxed everything.

And at this moment——

"kill!"

A loud shout woke Karl up.

The soul fire in his eyes jumped quickly, and Karl suppressed the rising anger.

This is the resting place for the captain and everyone, and it should be safe from killing.

Karl told himself this.

His gaze was directed towards the place where the killing cry came from.

That's on the other side of Daque Ridge.

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

After shouting a roar to his companions in the tomb, Karl got on his horse.

The Great Que Ridge was extremely steep, but Fenisha was still walking on flat ground. Within a few breaths, Karl stood at the highest point of the Great Que Ridge and saw what was happening at the foot of the mountain on this side.

Two teams are fighting.

One group has many people, and one group has few people.

But the side with more people is at an absolute disadvantage, because not only are most of this team composed of old, weak, women and children, but they also carry many wounded people. It is obvious that the battle has already happened.

On the other side, although the number of people is sparse, they are extremely capable.

The whole team only has thirty people, but they follow orders and prohibitions, and their cooperation is outstanding. They are undoubtedly battle-hardened. If it were not for the large number of the former and their fearlessness of death, they would have been killed long ago.

"Which new bandit team is this?"

Karl was confused.

In the Sika Territory, Karl was familiar with most of the bandits, and every bandit he was familiar with would probably not survive the next quarter, and he would kill them all every time.

Karl didn't have any good impressions of bandits.

Not only because of duty, but also because his captain and teammates died at the hands of bandits.

Therefore, Carl hated bandits deeply.

Subconsciously, Karl was ready to draw his sword and charge, killing the bandit.

But then, Karl hesitated.

His current appearance is not suitable for meeting people.

More importantly, Daque Ridge is the cemetery of the captain and everyone. If a weirdo like him appears here, even if he saves others, the place will be thoroughly searched afterwards.

He knew his uncle's style too well.

Captain, everyone's cemetery will be preserved.

But he will lose his last home.

only……

Are you just going to watch these people being killed by bandits?

The soul fire in his eyes beat rapidly, and Karl's mood became unstable. His calm heart became restless again, and the whispering in his ears appeared again.

At this time, the party with a large number of people at the foot of the mountain was also in a critical situation.

Although Hof was as prepared as possible when he set out from Sika City, he still miscalculated the number and determination of the believers, and almost all the villages decided to follow him.

Not only did this slow down the team, but it also made them targeted by nasty bandits.

The road from Sika City to the border of Morsa has always been uneven, even if the Viscount spends considerable energy to eliminate bandits every year.

These bandits are like weeds, growing continuously.

Even, sometimes, many people cannot distinguish it carefully.

Because, most of the time, they are refugees.

But when you turn around, they turn into bandits.

In order to return to Sika City quickly, Hof, as the leader of this team, had to ask the believers to give up a certain amount of property and food. He hoped to use these to 'feed' the bandits so that they would leave. .

but!

The bandits didn't pay any attention to this, and still chased them closely.

It's obvious that the purpose of these bandits is not property and food at all, but... themselves?

"An enemy of my lord?"

"Or someone with ulterior motives?"

Such thoughts kept swirling in the young man's mind.

Although there is no accurate answer, this does not prevent him from cutting off the enemy who rushes forward with one sword.

The sword blade tore the opponent's neck, and his head shot into the sky.

Although the helmet concealed the opponent's face, the opponent's cry before death was full of unwillingness.

Hoff sneered.

Although he doesn't like to use his brain, he is better than Sergei in terms of swordsmanship. Needless to say, under His Majesty's attention, he will be invincible.

The headless corpse followed the war horse forward for a few steps before falling to the ground.

Hof didn't need to say anything. The believers who followed quickly moved their horses back to the team and began to pull out the leather armor and daggers from the corpse.

Those enemies who tried to stop him were shot back by the arrows of the remaining believers.

The believers lack swords, armor, and horses, but as mountain people, each of them is an extremely good hunter, and their bow skills are extremely outstanding. If they had not brought a family with them and the number of arrows was limited, it would be enough to make these attackers understand what they were doing. It's called death.

The attackers also discovered this.

They were no longer eager for success, but instead circled around the group, like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey.

Patience, they have no shortage of.

Confidence is even more abundant.

They believe that they will win in the end.

The believers of the 'God of Mist' were keeping a close eye on these guys, responsible for vigilance, responsible for treating the injured, and responsible for treating the injured. The entire team was operating in full swing.

Many of them knelt on the ground and prayed quietly.

"O supreme Lord!"

"Please listen to our prayers. We pursue your will, bow to your greatness, hold your name, and will shine in the world. Everything we have is given by you..."

If one person whispers, no one can hear him.

However, when everyone whispers and speaks the same words.

Even the deepest voice will become different.

The eyes of the believers who were bathed in the sound of prayer became more and more determined.

The attackers, who heard the prayers, looked at them with disdain.

‘God of Mists’?

Of course they know!

In fact, the other party is their real target!

However, the other party was taken action by that adult, and they?

He is responsible for cutting off these stubborn believers!

"god?"

"A guy who is just lucky enough to be called a god?"

The leader of the attackers sneered.

Hof immediately tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and several young people around him who had met the upper evil spirits subconsciously rushed out to kill them, but were stopped by Hof.

"He's going to piss us off."

"Don't fall for the trap!"

Even though he wanted to chop the other person into pieces, Hof still reminded his companion.

After hearing Hof's words, the leader on the opposite side burst into laughter.

"Annoy you?"

"You think too highly of yourselves!"

"Just like your so-called god!"

"If it is really God, then now I despise Him, I am full of malice towards Him, and I even speak ill of Him, what can He do?"

"Can God still impose punishment?"

"I'm telling you, this is impossible!"

The unscrupulous voice echoed at the foot of the mountain. The leader of the attackers became more and more excited as he spoke. Looking at the expressions of the followers of the false god, he knew that these guys couldn't hold on for long. As long as he said a few more words, these guys would probably rush in swarm. Come up and let him slaughter you when the time comes, so he was ready to continue talking.

However, the words have not yet been spoken.

He heard whimpering behind him.

Something like a hound's whine.

But the voice was too deep and deep, almost like a tiger's.

But how could a tiger appear here?

Behind him are his subordinates.

Formed an iron wall of subordinates.

Even if there is a tiger, it is impossible to let it rush in silently.

But the leader still turned his head subconsciously, preparing to observe with the corner of his eye.

Then……

He saw a bloody mouth

Ugh!