chapter 15 mob

The battle is raging.

Among the thousands of troops, Orfiloc seemed to still have strength, and his movements were indescribably graceful. The golden war spear was swung at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, and the shadows of the spear were like balls of golden flames, constantly floating towards the surrounding ice and snow silver fox cavalry. It's a pity that the Ice and Snow Silver Fox Cavalry cannot appreciate this beauty.

Behind the golden lion are a hundred golden knights. They are like a golden wave rolling in a silver ice field. Wherever the golden waves reached, the formation of the ice and snow silver foxes was easily divided. The remaining golden knights are divided into teams of ten and three teams into one group. The team at the front continued to divide the enemy, cut out a dozen more cavalry from the already chaotic enemy formation, and surrounded the two teams that followed, annihilating these knights of the Ice and Snow Silver Fox in a matter of seconds. Then divide them, then encircle and annihilate them, in an orderly manner.

In the golden waves, Roger and others looked very eye-catching, like a piece of colorful garbage floating in a clear spring water. Not to mention that the Dragon and Beauty mercenaries had different costumes, different colors, and scattered formations, but their combat power alone was quite eye-catching.

Regardless of the terrifying strength of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, which is close to that of the Holy Knights, and the outstanding combat effectiveness of the Golden Lion Knights, even the Ice and Snow Silver Fox Knights are considered to be very powerful. At this moment, facing a powerful enemy, despite the danger, they remain calm and have a tenacious chivalry spirit. Commendable. Without the presence of Roger and others, this battle could also be regarded as a classic example of knight combat.

The dragon and the beauty are different. Dozens of timid groups surrounded the wounded and hid far away from the battlefield.

There were about fifty cavalrymen following Roger. As long as they saw the opportunity, they would surround five or six ice and snow silver fox knights and kill them ruthlessly. Everyone swarmed forward, and everyone was brave and brave. Those with spears rushed forward, those with swords behind, and all kinds of weapons were used to cover their heads and faces. They greeted people and horses at the same time. It was a real melee. There was also a man who was originally a swordsman, but only played a role as a cavalry until today. He was very capable of killing. He jumped straight at the opponent's knight from his horse. The two of them rolled to the ground. This dragon and beauty mercenary was immediately filled with old fists, but he took out He learned the special skills of a street gangster before becoming a soldier.

Roger commanded with determination and the demeanor of a general, and was not at all ashamed of his rogue style of play. On a chaotic battlefield, Fatty can always lead his team to find small groups of lone Snow Fox Cavalry, and defeat them with more numbers without being hit by large groups of enemy soldiers. He is indeed a generation of military personnel with a sharp vision, full of strategies, and a calm and courageous attitude. genius. This battle later became one of Roger boasts when he was drunk. Although those who heard it were disapproving, they had no words to refute.

Roger became more and more courageous as he fought, leading his team to charge continuously. The fat man got a machine crossbow from nowhere. When he encountered the Snow Fox Cavalry, he raised the crossbow and fired. Within ten meters, he almost hit the target 100 times, and of course he hit the horse. Even if he misses the mark, Amaris can swing the sickle and cut off the horse's leg. After the Ice and Snow Silver Fox Knight fell from his horse, mercenaries of his own dragon and beauty swarmed to serve him, with ten against one, and they were invincible.

Although the wind fox mage Eri is a bit old and disrespectful, he is very powerful, but it is a pity that he met the female devil Iris. Out of jealousy of this beautiful woman, Eri focused on the witch of ice and black flames as soon as the battle started. With a wave of his hand, several tornadoes were sent out one after another, and two more five-meter-high tornadoes were summoned, which were formed by a blue hurricane. The storm giant. Iris sent out all black flame balls, but there were more of them. More than twenty black flames flew towards Eri in various trajectories. The black flames in front collided with the tornado sent by Eri and immediately exploded violently. The hurricane mixed with the flames formed a frightening shock wave, which rumbled and spread, turning people upside down and filling the air with smoke and dust.

The smoke and dust dissipated slightly in front of his eyes, and Eri was horrified to find that more than a dozen black flame balls were in front of him. In desperation, he quickly jumped off the horse and ate dog chew mud heavily on the ground. Finally, he escaped from the fire. Tribulation. But you can't escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade. Black flames exploded around the Wind Fox Magician, a miniature mushroom cloud rose, and the flames covered dozens of meters in radius. The flames passed by, leaving behind charred corpses on the ground. The Wind Fox Magician was actually not dead yet, he just passed out in a coma. In the center of a piece of charred land, his staff was stuck alone. There was originally a piece of white cloth on the top of the staff, but now there were only traces of ashes left.

As the Silver Fox Knight was captured, the war quickly came to an end. As for trivial matters such as counting casualties, cleaning the battlefield, and managing prisoners of war, their subordinates will handle it themselves. Ofiloch rode up to the top of the hill with Iris, scanning the entire battlefield and waiting for reports from his subordinates. The ice and snow silver fox cavalry of the brigade were disarmed, dejected and escorted to gather. A Knight of the Round Table looked at the captives and said: "This time, the Ice and Snow Silver Fox and the Four God Foxes were completely wiped out. The cavalry unit was wiped out by us. It has become a second-rate mercenary group and can no longer pose a threat to the principality. "

Orfiloc smiled and shook his head: "Don't forget that we just caught a few little foxes. There is also an old fox. Not to mention that he still has 8,000 mercenaries on hand. Even if he doesn't have a single soldier, that's it. Don’t underestimate it.”

At this time, there was a commotion under the hill, but Roger's colorful troop came back from work. Behind the cavalry, there were more than thirty silver fox cavalry tied to a long rope, and everyone had a bruised nose and face. The mercenaries of Dragon and Beauty also suffered some minor injuries, but they were less sword wounds and mostly bruised. As for the large areas of dried blood on their bodies, they were from previous battles and had nothing to do with this battle.

One of Roger left eyes was swollen, and the corner of Kate mouth was cracked. Only Folan was completely unscathed and was very proud of himself. He pointed at the two of them and ridiculed them all the way.

"Roger, as a magician, I have never seen you cast a magic spell. How can you always rely on your brute strength to punch and chop with an axe? I have never seen a magician who loves to fight with people so much. Tsk tsk, you really want to use magic. Are you good at martial arts? If it weren't for Skeleton Amaris, I think you would have been cut into pieces. Now that you have used the machine crossbow, you really shoot people before you shoot horses. But why are these eyes blue? It can't be because of your own horse. It must have hit my head. Well, look at the magicians, even that girl who is so hot next to Orfiloc, they all fly."

Roger was extremely unconvinced: "Isn't it magic to summon Amaris?"

Folan retorted mercilessly: "It's magic. But can you beat Amaris now? Have you ever seen a magician who can't beat his own pet? And your skeleton is indeed strange. I have never heard of any skeleton using it." It's a sickle, not to mention it will take off and kick people when you swing it. Only you can summon such a sinister skeleton."

Kate saw Folan turning his head to stare at her, and immediately struck preemptively: "I know that it is not in line with the status of a knight for me to go up and beat people after they fall to the ground. But you, hiding behind and stabbing people in the thighs are not necessarily a noble. How to do it?"

Folan looked unashamed: "I don't stab the exposed flesh, so why should I pick up armor? Isn't it because I drank too much brandy?"Kate was at a loss for words.

When they saw that they were approaching the top of the hill, they stopped teasing each other and straightened out their chests and belly, looking like gentlemen. For a moment, that humble, polite and gentle look was able to deceive a few people. Kate has a serious face and exudes a divine aura; Folan is handsome and elegant, with loose black hair, exuding the temperament of an artist. Even Roger's fat face seemed to be covered with a layer of precious light.

It's a pity that everyone at the top of Qiu Ding is extremely powerful and has profound skills. They have already heard the conversations of several people word for word.

Orfiloc was smiling, while the twelve Knights of the Round Table all had strange expressions. Iris showed no expression, but the black flames around her shot up more than ten feet high, and countless twisted faces appeared and disappeared in the hell flames.

After the waves, there is always a brief calm. The Ice and Snow Silver Fox had no reaction to this defeat, and the Principality of Bavaria neither issued a statement nor took any other further actions, as if this war did not exist at all. Politics is always confusing.

The battle between the Golden Lion and the Ice and Snow Silver Fox quickly spread throughout the continent and became known as the Battle of the Lion and the Fox. In this battle, the Golden Lion Knights defeated three times the enemy with 500 people, with only 50 casualties. Ice and Snow Silver Fox Within one day, the four divine foxes were either dead or captured, and they were all wiped out. A total of 700 people from the four brigades of Bingfeng Xueyin were killed and 800 were captured. Only more than 300 remaining soldiers escaped back to the Principality of Ron. After this battle, the reputation of the Golden Lion Knights skyrocketed, and they were on the verge of becoming one of the top ten knights in the mainland. Orfiloc was considered to be the most promising person among the young generation in the mainland to become a paladin.

However, no matter how turbulent the waves are, there will be all kinds of foam, and where there is light, there will be darkness. After this battle, the name of another mercenary group gradually came into people's sight.

The "Dragon and Beauty" mercenary group was officially known to the world. The main reason was to kill the snow fox "Butcher"Hart. They were also very active in the War of Lions and Foxes, but their specific deeds and achievements are not known to the public due to the concealment of those who are interested. There are various versions of rumors in the neighborhood. The speakers do not take them seriously, and the listeners do not care. After all, compared with the protagonists of the War between Lion and Fox, the Dragon and Beauty Mercenary Group only plays the role of green leaves and clowns. That’s all.

Even the smallest green leaves need sunlight and nutrients. A plant's nutrients will naturally give priority to the most dazzling flowers. If the green leaves want to grow prosperously, they can only rob them from the roots and deep soil.

Roger the war, Rogge and others got their wish and were granted the seal of Sellersburg. The title this time was originally only a gain in reputation, but for people like Roger, Aite and others who may not have inherited their territory, it was equivalent to an increase in their worth. But Luns, Folan, and Kate don't care.

There are two small towns and fourteen villages within the territory of Sellersburg, with a population of only 5,000. It was originally the territory of a declining noble. Thirty years ago, the last bloodline of this noble died of illness here, and it has been here ever since. Under the laws of the Union, the area was assigned to the Duchy of Bavaria. Before it was occupied by Snow Fox, the annual tax paid on this poor land was only a few dozen gold coins, which was not enough to cover the living expenses of an ordinary noble child for a year. Therefore, this small castle soon became a forgotten corner, gradually abandoned.

But the discovery of that concentrated iron ore would change all that.

Concentrated iron ore is essentially still iron ore, but the grade is much higher, and it can be directly refined into high-quality steel. Ordinary iron ore can only produce iron first and then turn it into steel. The quality of the steel produced is often not very good. It still requires a lot of hard work by a blacksmith to remove impurities and turn it into refined steel. After these many processes, although the price of concentrated iron ore is often more than ten times that of ordinary iron ore, the price of high-quality weapons is even cheaper.

These nobles are a little scum, but they are by no means prodigal nobles. On the contrary, all of them are naturally sensitive to wealth. It’s no wonder that birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups. Except for Folan, all of them have been short of pocket money since childhood, but because they are nobles, they are used to luxury. The huge gap between greed and gold in your pocket can only be bridged by the mind. It is said that paying attention to everything requires knowledge. Over the past ten years, noble scum have also learned many ways to make money from hearsay.

At this moment, several noble scum were crowded in the low and damp mine, watching the coolies working the mines.

Several coolies were holding the iron drill, and another coolie swung the hammer up and down, and it landed heavily on the iron drill, making a loud "bang" sound. After a few hammerings, some raw ore fell. The coolies waiting behind put the raw ore into cloth bags and transported it out of the mine. Watching the shining black ore falling piece by piece, Roger couldn't help but feel elated. "Wow!" A piece of raw ore fell out of the coolie's bag and rolled to Roger's feet. A tall and thick supervisor raised his whip high and shouted angrily: "Damn it, you dare to be lazy! I won't be whipped to death today. You, let me turn into a skeleton for the Necromancer!"

This violated Roger's taboo, and Amaris was inexplicably angry in the other world. The fat man shouted, "Stop!"

The supervisor's arms that were raised in the air immediately stopped, and he hurried over and nodded and bowed: "What are your orders?"Roger glanced at the trembling coolie on the ground. This coolie looked to be in his forties, skinny and not much plumper than Amaris. There are vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his face, and every wrinkle is filled with black mineral powder. A pair of dull, cloudy eyes filled with fear. The coolie only wore a linen shirt whose original color could not be seen, and several deep whip marks could be clearly seen on the exposed skin. Roger waved his hand noncommittally. The coolie was grateful and carried the ore on his back and walked hard out of the cave.

Roger leaned over and picked up the piece of raw ore, gently twirling the snow-white skin with his fingers. The fat face looked so gentle and holy in an instant, and the supervisor on the side was stunned.

The hammer fell heavily on the iron drill, and the hands of an old coolie holding the drill shook. The gravel splashed down, and a wisp of blood flowed down the tiger's mouth. The old coolie glanced at the watchful overseer, gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the iron drill. The hammer fell, and his face twitched in great pain. The old coolie squinted his eyes, waiting for the hammer to fall again, but it didn't come. He opened his eyes strangely and saw a piece of snow-white cotton in front of him. The old coolie looked up and saw Roger's gentle, fat face. "Get a cushion." The fat man said softly. The old coolie hesitated for a long time before taking the piece of cotton with trembling hands. The blood quickly stained it with a few snow-red plum blossoms.

Roger turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, and sternly said to the stunned supervisor beside him: "In the future, you are not allowed to whip these coolies unless absolutely necessary!" After a pause, Roger looked at the supervisor up and down again. The hair on his body stood up when he saw it, "This, this, the lord is not interested in me, right? What should I do? What should I do?" The supervisor gritted his teeth, "Fight, the future is important, as long as you close your eyes..."Roger stared at the supervisor who was gnashing his teeth in a strange way, and said in an expert tone: "Your bones are not good enough to make a skeleton for a necromancer."

When a few nobles got out of the mine, the sun was already approaching the west mountain, and they had been in the mine for most of the day without knowing it. This refined iron mine was so important that several nobles were personally involved in everything and carefully observed every process. Darkness, dampness, noise and unpleasant smell could not compare with the temptation of wealth. In the eyes of a few noble scum, the dark raw ore exudes a golden light.

Several noble scum were very surprised by Roger performance today, and Folan directly and viciously suspected that Roger had injured his head during the battle. The fat man smiled and said nothing, and an old and wise voice came over and over in his mind: "Be kind to everyone who creates wealth for you." "Old guy, after all, you still have something useful left." The fat man thought viciously. .

According to mainland legends, there is a strong man named De Klerk who had mediocre qualifications since he was a child. However, with his perseverance, he practiced hard in the mountains for eighty years and finally became one of the few sword masters in the mainland at the age of ninety-five. one. Three years later, before his death, de Klerk said to several disciples: "In my life, I have nothing but the sword."

Although the aristocratic scum's paranoia about wealth is completely different from that of De Klerk, the essence is still the same. Since getting involved with the iron ore concentrate, elegance, art, temperament, and taste have all flown to the sky. For several days, the scum have been struggling with the coolies, and every link must be carefully observed. As the sun went down, a few people gathered in the small dining room and had a meal of barbecue, bread and low-quality red wine. On the zenith of the moon, thunderous snores came and went.

This is a time of paranoia.

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