The Amber Sword

“Is that what he said? ”

Although the Grey Wolf mercenary regiment was attacked at night, they had to abandon their camp and retreat southwards under the clamping of the black firefighters and hostile mercenaries that were pouring out in the darkness. However, Makaro, the "wolf", is still in danger, commanding the withdrawal calmly and calmly, and is able to regroup his own people along the way to re-establish his fighting power. By virtue of this alone, in this day and age he can be a generation.

In the forest--

As usual with Buga, he was wearing a flaming red uniform - a uniform along the lines of the Garrison cavalry uniform used in the days of the First Kings, for which Makaro had been captain of the Garrison cavalry, a costume that had been his symbol ever since - only because, after being persecuted, he could no longer see his shoulders, earbands and crest.

He pressed his sword - the commander-specific type of the 35-style cavalry sword, which was the most popular weapon for a 30-40 swordsman in past games - not to say how powerful it is, of course, but often the popular weapon has to satisfy a little bit - for a good price. This sword is arguably the best attribute of a magic sword with a label below ‘brass' of around the 30th grade, and there is enough circulation on the market to make it popular.

At this moment, however, Makaro did not appear worried by the onslaught of a strong enemy; instead, his eyebrows were raised slightly and his face was calm. Only when I heard Yura's words did my eyebrows lift slightly, so I asked.

When he saw Yura nod his head, Makaro turned back to Buga and asked: "To the east, it looks like the young man named Brando has bamboo in his chest. Shall we follow? ”

“Wait," Lady interrupted him in a hurry - a young man with white hair, though a mercenary group, was much more liberal than the rest. Otherwise, ordinary people wouldn't dare to say, “Captain, our opponent is the shepherd! Shall we not retreat before seeking a more thorough plan? I think that since they are so big, they must have come prepared. Isn't it right for us to stay here and fight them? ”

His words rushed and rushed, but Makaro and Buga were accustomed to the character of the young man and therefore did not feel comfortable. What did Reddy immediately think of? “By the way, is Ike still in town? Is he not safe? ”

Makaro glanced at the young man and nodded: “You're right, Reddy, but no one has been able to ensure that the Grey Wolf mercenaries will be safe when they withdraw from Chablis.” He saw Yura bow his head and sighed knowing that the girl was worried about her feelings: "In fact, Conrad and I had long anticipated that it might not be that simple, but since we dared to bring him here, we were ready. Ike... I don't know what he found, but he can stay in town, and Cabot is there to protect him, so rest assured. ”

Buga listened without a word, but this tall master of swordsmanship stunned and suddenly raised his head to one side of the forest - a gleaming flash immediately appeared in that direction, followed by a deafening roar coming from behind the forest. As the faces of those present changed, Reddy was about to say something, and some of the mercenaries shouted:

“Seventh string, thunderous sound! ”

“Sy's in trouble! ”

Buga ‘clicked’ to remove the sword behind him, but he immediately loosened his hand and stared in that direction: “The battle is over. ”

“She-she...” Yura whitened.

“I'll get her!” Looks like this is when Reddy reacts, pulling out his sword immediately wants to rush out in that direction. But Makaro grabbed his shoulder and made the young man immobile.

“Stop. ”

“Commander…? ”

Makaro did not say a word, but for the first time frowned and looked at the forest in that direction, and for a moment, there appeared a shadow admirer in the forest. Yet another scream or two rang in the distance, like a human or some other beast's temporary cry - mercenaries on the edge of the forest quickly backed away with a breath of cold air.

Because in the south, in the southwestern woods suddenly emerged dense and numb black firemen, their feet rubbing against the ground with heavy chains on their hands, sweeping through the bushes, making a clanging sound, at this time appearing particularly strange in the quiet woods.

The north is an attack, and the enemy is ambushed to the south--

This clear thought flashed through everyone's mind at this moment, and unfortunately it seemed to be a little late to react. The two units, Sy and Roll, had obviously failed, but the mercenaries had not had time to grieve over the passing of their own companions, who were now themselves in the same danger. These are experienced fighters, and at a slight glance you can see that they are at least three times more numerous.

Reddy swallowed a spit, and although he was not afraid to die, he still felt suffocated in the face of the situation.

And Yura on one side, though blind, understands how dangerous the situation is.

“Conrad. ”

Buga opening, low and powerful voice.

“Oh?” The forest immediately responded with a floating voice, listening to a voice or a young man: "Mr. Buga, you know me, but should I call you Crucifix Buga, or Duke of Lantoniland or Grand Duke Lune's SS Captain? ”

One stone provoked a thousand waves, the members of the Grey Wolf mercenary regiment couldn't help but look back at their deputy leader with a surprising look. Although they did not believe each other's words in their hearts, it was always difficult for people to suppress their curiosity. Buga and Makarobolan were not surprised. The latter reached out one hand to stop Buga, and at the same time the interface said: “I didn't expect the 'cards' mercenary group to be mixed up with the notorious tree herder. Must it not be nice to get it out? ”

Silence immediately continued in the forest.

A lot of people know about the Black Fire, but not a lot of people know that the Black Fire has ties to the pastoralists. The young man, Conrad, apparently did not expect Makaro to know so much, and he stopped and said anecdotally: “It's a tricky fox of the past, knowing a lot. ”

Sure.

Makaro frowned, in fact confirming Brando's words. However, he did not fear that it would affect morale. Unlike most regular soldiers, mercenaries were already a group of people who died, often with less emphasis on life and death than the general public. This is why, in Warnde, skilled mercenaries, although often incompatible with the regular army in terms of personal strength, equipment and discipline, remain a powerful force.

“Okay, Mr. Macaro.” Conrad smiled and said, “Actually, I am here to confirm to you that Grand Duke Lune's only son is not with you now? ”

The members of the Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps were stuck again, and they couldn't help but look at their leader - how they pulled out another duke. That's a big, climbing figure in their eyes.

Makaro smiled, “I don't know what you're talking about without joking. And even if you do, do you think it's my duty as a hostile party to answer any questions you may have?” He couldn't help but be sarcastic.

But the young man in the woods shook his head: "That's not what you said. Have you had the nerve to watch so many people die here with your old man for over a decade?” But he nodded immediately: “Well, after all, they're nothing compared to your original identity. Abandoning these ashes for your mission is also the right thing to do. ”

Buga snorted coldly.

“Okay, Conrad. We're all mercenaries. Do you think these provocations could have any effect on us?” Makaro shook his head: “Why don't you show me what you can do? The worst case scenario for our profession is no more than a dead letter. ”

The words of the 'wolf' caused a low laugh among the mercenaries. Exactly so, people like them had long seen life and death, like Conrad, lobbying for half a day before the war was so squeamishly waged, which in their view was a very ridiculous thing. Mercenaries have a code of conduct for mercenaries, whose loyalty to a group is rooted entirely differently from that of regular soldiers, so the other party's sedition is just ridiculous to them.

As if to represent their hearts and minds, the mercenaries drew swords to prepare for battle, and a metal staggered voice sounded immediately in the forest.

……

And on the other side, cover the starlight between the dark woodlands.

“Damn old thing,” a young man named Conrad cursed in a gloomy way. He glanced at the red-haired girl who had fallen all over her feet and was dying. He couldn't help but grunt: “This old fox, Makaro, is a tough fox to deal with. Unfortunately, our target is not him, otherwise I would be too lazy to talk so much crap to this Royalist hardliner. ”

“Actually, it would be nice to know that the other person won't say it, so just kill him directly.” A man with a black robe all around him built a sentence with a low voice, and he could see two red edges on his cuffs when he raised his hand. If Brando saw this characteristic here, he would probably turn around immediately - a lower priest of the Black Fire, more than one grade stronger than the high-ranking.

“It could have been. But the Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps has two more teams that are now unaccounted for. They can't be taken lightly. Makaro is famous for his cunning.” The young man's shady face said, knocking on the trunk around him: "This guy left a team in Chablis, and the young man, Ike, acting like it was true, but I thought it was a 'shell’ to distract us. ”

“It's not necessarily true to make a fake play.” The Black Fireman replied.

“Don't worry, I left a golden intermediate swordsman over there for the sake of safety, and that Cabot, while hiding his strength, was no more than his true level. ”

“What else are you worried about, Mr. Messenger? ”

Conrad snorted scornfully, squatting down and grabbing the girl's long light red hair and pulling her head off. Blood immediately poured down the girl's white forehead along her cheek, and Sy grunted softly, her eyes half-crushed with blood, seemingly trying to see who was in front of her - but as soon as the young man pressed her hard, she immediately cringed her whole body.

“Woo--”

The young man laughed: "Of course it was another group of Greywolf mercenaries who were lost, although that group of twelve mercenaries, a young man who claimed to be a businessman, and two women, said they were halfway into the Greywolf mercenary corps. But to this extent of lies, how can I believe that Makaro must have had plans, but I couldn't pry his mouth, and he couldn't guarantee that everyone in this mercenary regiment would have a hard time with him? ”

“Really?” he looked at the dying girl and asked. “Little girl. ”

Sy seemed to be aware of her situation at this time, and she bit her teeth and didn't go too far. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)