Conquest

    Chapter 73—The legend is deceptive

    Offshore:

    General's words immediately reminded Shaar that, when he and Kevin sneaked into the north, the road was blocked. The bow and arrow hands that were hiding on the hillside were not like the Odin.

    Those bow and arrow hands are obviously different from the Odin people in terms of individual qualities. They do not have the burly tall figure of the Odin people. Although they are also very fine, the height difference is invisible.

    It's not that the Odin people don't have a short stature—but the equipment for the bow and arrow hand is too “excellent” for the Odin.

    Each of them is equipped with lightweight and delicate metal armor, which is clearly not something the Odin can have-nor is it that the Odin people have no armored bow and arrow hands, except that the Odin Empire has always lagged far behind the Byzantine Empire in metal forging and craftsmanship, and in general, Od In the weapon equipment of the Human Warrior, which focuses only on two characteristics: thick, heavy.

    The backward metal forging process makes the Odin people not capable of large-scale well-equipped armor. Only in their elite army will the soldiers be equipped with Goblin's good metal armor to strengthen their defense. In addition, most of the soldiers of the Odin army are mainly leather leather.

    There are weapons, the enemies that Shaar encounters, and each bow and arrow hand uses the upper corner bow. This bow is equipped with a thread on the bow angle to adjust the bowstring to aid the bow and Arrow The arm's power consumption – this process is not something Odin can have. Although you can also spend money to buy these weapon equipment, the strength of the team's bow and arrow hand is not outstanding compared to the Odin warrior. It is unreasonable to spend the big price to buy the rare equipment among these Odin people. A team of ordinary quality.

    The most important ones are the melee weapons of the bow and arrow hands, the double-edged daggers, the one-meter-long sword, light and sharp – the Odin people rarely use this short sword to fight. The tall and natural physique Odin people always like to advertise their valor, they prefer a heavy-duty combat weapon such as an axe, a hammer or a giant sword. Such a short sword, most Odin people are disdain to use.

    Finally, the shooting of those bow and arrow hands – to shoot the horse team in the running, can not do it for a month or two! Bow and arrow Hands training is more difficult than ordinary fighters. And the Odin people are never good at bow and arrow…

    "Oh, it seems to be the neighbor at sea."Adric face gloomy, face scars seem to be twisted, eyes full of baleful aura: "Every time we are at war with the Odin people, there is always the shadow of these pirates exist." ”

    Shapir is no stranger to Adrick's "pirate" – on the contrary, he is very familiar!

    At Wildfire Town, Sofia, who used to be his lover in many years in Shaar's youth, her husband, the one-eyed pub, is a guy from the sea.

    On the west side of the mainland, there is an island country on the sea. The land area is only as large as one or two counties in Byzantine. Because of its unique geographical location, the country can often be placed outside the battle between the two major empires.

    Pirate Country, is the Byzantine people to this country's joke, in fact, this country is not a pirate nest, their level of civilization is not pressure on Byzantine, but, as a country of the sea, they are not good at land warfare, but the Navy is famous for the world, they have a huge maritime power, Countless flotilla warships, outside the mainland, can trade with the two empires at the same time, but avoid the loss of war caused by most of the continent's hegemony. The maritime trade gives them a lot of wealth, a country known for its cunning and adventurous spirit.

    Of courseThe mainlanders are not fools. Such a sea kingdom has always played a role in fueling the battle between the two great empires on the mainland. Sometimes it also played the role of a weapon dealer during the war…Take the blood of the mainland people's war to serve as the nutrient of their country.

    "Oh, in the last war, these pirates were still on our side. This time, they actually sent troops to help the Odin people."Adric's brows are locked.

    Looking at the gloomy face of General, Shaar understood that General seemed to be bothered by an important issue, but Shaar was not a Byzantine after all, and he could not understand the position of Adrick in the position of the country outside the war. These troubles between the infighting.

    After a while, Adrick returned to God, he smiled casually: "Okay, let's go to rest, boy, this time you did a very good job. Your task below is to raise your wounds. If you recover quickly, you may be able to catch up with this war. ”

    Shaar was taken back from the big tent, and he didn't think about the "sea" problem anymore – these things are probably the troubles of General.

    Together with Sabar and Kato, he was treated as a wounded soldier. Both of them were seriously injured and temporarily lost the ability to continue fighting. In the evening, the three of them and the third part of Flag Battalion left the front line and walked south. They will return to the station near Wildfire Town for renovation.

    The third Flag Battalion's flag-bearer Butler also repaired the team with the injury. Although the silver-haired man was unwilling to produce, the two arrows in the chest made him difficult to ride even now. Underneath, helpless can only withdraw with the team.

    Because he could not ride a horse, Butler and Shaar and other heavy wounded soldiers lying together in the horse carriage, this silver-haired man seems to be very depressed because he was soldiers lost most of the soldiers.

    Shaar doesn't matter – to be honest, until now, deep inside, there is not much thought about the win or loss of this war: anyway, he is not a Byzantine, the Byzantine Empire and the Odin Empire, who won this war, It seems to him that there is not much difference. The hard work of the previous few times was purely because of the courage that broke out in the thirteenth Cavalry Army group.

    To be precise, until now, Shaar has no sense of belonging to the Byzantine Empire, and his sense of belonging is only based on the thirteenth Cavalry Army itself.

    This injury caused Shaar to suffer a lot, although the medical officer in the army gave him medicine and dealt with the wound. But the power of one of the arrows is so amazing – after so many things, at the moment of the arrow, Shaar seems to be the first time so close to smell the death.

    That arrow, easily shot the original Shaar as an unbreakable dragonscales! This power left a deep shock to Shaar's heart! He reminded himself that dragonscales are not omnipotent!

    The power of that arrow is not just to shoot through dragonscales. Shaar knows very well that this arrow has left a serious injury to his body. In the past, his physical strength was not as strong as human beings. He had never been untouched before. Injury, but after each injury, the injury will heal quickly at an alarming rate: such as the burn on the Primal Wildfire, but the two days of work resumed.

    But this time, the wound that was shot through the chest, the flesh and blood, the cracked wound still did not have a slight healing momentum after a night, only the drug suppressed the wound deterioration – as if Shaar's metamorphosis resilience was suppressed .

    He carefully recalled every detail of the moment in the middle arrow: at that moment, a cold chill seemed to pierce his chest completely, and then it was cold and spread over his chest. He could even clearly feel the madness of the madness. The skills of your own body! When he returned to the treatment, the medical officer was forced to cut a large piece of frozen flesh from his chest with a knife! Moreover, at that time, the flesh and blood of the wound had completely necrotic, and a group of black with coldness could not be removed from the skin, and it could only be forcibly cut off. Moreover, at the time of cutting, the black chills had a tendency to spread faintly- If Shaar comes back late, or if he is treated later, I am afraid he will really die.

    On the third day of the road, Shaar felt that his body function had a looming recovery.

    It seems that his powerful resilience has been suppressed by the strange cold that has been invaded by his body. As the cold gradually dissipated, the resilience of his physical strength was finally destroyed.

    One night, Shaar couldn't sleep at night, enduring the itch that the wound healing muscles grew wildly. The next morning, next to the companion next to him, Shaar quietly pulled the bandage and looked at the wound. The color of the wound has returned to normal and the healing of the muscle has gradually recovered.

    He is relieved…

    Hillbilly is not a broad-minded person. Although he can't talk about it, the education he gave him from Old Man is: If someone bullies you, you must bully it back!

    When he was fifteen years old, he met a bear in the mountains. At that time, he was smashed by a bear and smashed his shoulders. The young hillbilly escaped with a strong body. Later, he was wounded for several days, and he had practiced the axe skills for half a year. In that winter, he ran into the mountains and spent two days lurking in the place where the bears were infested. Finally, he finally cut off the bear's head!

    The money sold by the bear bile also allowed the father and son to drink for a month.

    (No matter who the guy is, shoot me this arrow, Father remembers it!)

    Although Shaar has been as low-key as possible, on the sixth day, he can get up and take action. He can't stand the boring lying on the horse carriage, lying in such a small place every day, listening to the rolling of the carriage rim. Although it is very interesting to be with the Sabar Kato next to it, hillbilly feels that he is being rusted.

    On the sixth day, he insisted on the horse carriage.

    By the way, because of the glorious injury of Hillbilly, his squire Tatara Mage, fortunately, got the chance to leave the front line – Mage, who was originally a squire, was worried for a while, smart Mage It is very clear that with his own skills, the battlefield must be a part of the cannon fodder. He has seen the horrible fighting power of the Odin warrior. He doesn't think his thin body can beat the enemy.

    (Also, I am a noble Mage, the noble Mage has never been good at melee.)

    Now that the hillbilly owner is injured, Tatara, who is a squire, naturally has an excuse to leave the battlefield with him: he is a squire, and the squire must be taken care of by the owner.

    (Eh, God bless, I hope this hillbilly is often injured in the future…)

    Tatara sat praying piously.

    "Tatara!"

    As the carriage stopped and rested, Shaar got down the carriage and barely walked a few steps. Although the wound was still painful, the slow walk was no longer a problem. He immediately summoned his "loyal" squire.

    Tatara's wretched face was immediately filled with a respectful and humble smile: "Yes, my master."

    Shaar looked at this guy with squinting eyes: "You always said that you are Mage, I have a question that needs someone to help me answer…"

    Tatara immediately had a chest: "Of course, every Mage is versatile!"

    Shaar took a deep breath and stood on the horseback. He carefully said the process of his arrow, and then lowered his voice: "You have seen the dragon!" You should know the hardness of dragonscales, but the guy who sneaked me on the cold arrow shot the dragonscales in one shot! The most irritating thing is that I didn't see any arrows! I need someone to explain this to me. Is this a magic? ”

    Tatara licked his eyelids and thought for a while. As Shaar showed an impatient expression, Mage quickly searched his mind for some knowledge of this.

    "Well, honorable master, according to your story, I think the bastard who attacked you, perhaps a senior samurai, I heard that there are some powerful samurai, when the ability to reach the high Rank, you can condense Battle Ki into a entity to cause harm to the enemy, this is not a legend, but there is really a thing, I saw this kind of expert with my own eyes in Osgiliath, Eh …However, it is possible to materialize the battle ki unless it is at the level of the eight-level warrior. But

    "But what?"Shaar frowned.

    Mage Swallow mouth spit, face some ugly: "However, even if it is a level eight samurai, can be Battle ki condensed into a physical injury, but there is also a distance limit, I have seen in Osgiliath there are senior samurai and people duel, can be Battle Ki manifested, into a pure battle Ki Lightsaber, but once you leave your hand, that is, if you attack remotely in a throwing or other way, you can reach a distance of up to more than 10 steps, and if you go any further, Battle Ki will dissipate … "

    Shaar touched his chin and his face didn't seem to change much, but his eyes flashed a strange light: "A dozen steps…You mean, that arrow is not a real arrow, but is condensed with battle ki? But the place where the arrow hits, the distance must be more than a dozen steps…Is this guy who shot me more powerful? ”

    Tatara's face showed a serious expression and shook his head. "This is not necessarily true. After all, the warrior's expert is good at melee. Not to mention the eight-level warrior, even if it is a nine-level warrior, it is difficult to materialize the battle ki, hurting people beyond tens of meters – perhaps can do it, after all, I have not seen the nine-level warrior shot. But I want to come, even if the nine-level warrior can hurt the battle ki dozens of meters away, but the control of the battle ki from the body, it will inevitably spread and weaken beyond tens of meters, the power can be reduced, to the extent that it is impossible to pierce Dragonscales. ”

    Mage thought about it for a moment, whispering: "On the mainland, perhaps only the kind of legendary Saint-Level warrior can achieve this level."

    "Saint-Level ?"This hillbilly is clearly a blank of knowledge about this: "Is this bastard who attacked me Saint-level?" ”

    Tatara is very disdainful: if the opponent is a Saint-Level warrior, killing you like killing a chicken, do you need to attack? However, Tatara is absolutely not able to say it face-to-face, but his face is more and more respectful: "Saint-Level's powerhouse is one of the few on the mainland. It is impossible to think that the bastard you met is not Saint-Level. Moreover, every Saint-Level warrior is a very proud person, probably…Eh, probably…"

    "Probably not doing this kind of sneak attack."Shaar laughed and patted Tatara's shoulder: "If you have anything, just say it."

    Then he frowned. "But according to what you said, how do you explain this guy who attacked me?"

    ThisTatara quickly explained: "I am talking about the samurai's powerhouse. After all, the samurai is good at melee, so it can shoot dragonscales by an arrow a few tens of meters. To this extent, the person who attacks you is probably not a pure warrior. Guy. I think about it, most of it is a magic expert. ”

    "Mage is different from samurai. Mage is best at long-range attacks. Using bay ki to condense into an arrow and shoot tens of meters is very difficult for the warrior, but for Mage, you can do this with magic. Well, according to what you said, your injury, with a strange frozen effect, I can be sure that the other is a Mage, because the additional ice-blocking effect of this attack is obviously a magic attribute. ”

    ButMage can shoot my dragonscales dozens of meters away, isn't Mage much more powerful than a warrior? ”

    Tatara naturally wants to nod. He has always been proud of being Mage. In his mind, it is naturally ingrained that Mage is far stronger than a warrior – at least in terms of the nobleness of identity.

    But it was the main point, but suddenly saw this hillbilly smile-like expression, Mage suddenly moved: the master is a standard warrior! If you dare to answer this question, is it equal to saying that this squire is more noble than the owner? If you dare to say this, I am afraid that I will suffer after I finish it.

    He shook his head and thought for a moment, smiled bitterly: "This is not the case." The defense ability of your dragonscales may be relatively simple, although it is very hard, but this only shows that its physical defense is very strong, and the sword can not be cut. However, the magic defense is very general. If it is a living dragon, then the dragonscales on the dragon will naturally be accompanied by magic resistance, but the peeled down dragonscales will only have the hard texture of their own, but they are not magic resistant. After all, you are not a dragon…Maybe the normal battle ki can't cut through your dragonscales, but it's likely that an intermediate Mage can penetrate it directly with magic because it doesn't have much magic defense right now. ”

    "That is, what do you think is hurting me is an Odin of Odin?"Shaar touched his chin.

    "Eh ……In the Odin empire is not called Mage, but is called sacrifice…"Tatara sighed.

    Shaar thought for a while, and then looked at Tatara's eyes and it was a lot of peace.

    (Well, it seems that this guy is still a bit of a use, not a waste that can't work without eating rice.)

    On the seventh day of the afternoon, I finally returned to the north of the Wildfire Town, and the station was basically empty. Only one auxiliary guard camp and logistics logistic team were left.

    The 13th Army's main battle, Flag Battalion, has been opened north four days ago, including the second-most powerful Flag Battalion among the thirteenth Cavalry Army – the two thousand heavy armored cavalry!

    Of course, there is another important person who stayed in the name of staying in the camp – the observation envoy from Osgiliath, the beautiful Bonfrett Knight.

    I heard that this observation envoy suddenly got an emergency when the main war force opened up northward, and then naturally stayed as a left-behind job.

    However, it is said that on the second day of the opening of the troops on the north, the Mr. Knight went out to hunt in the surrounding woods with his guards from Imperial Capital.

    Of course, these things don't have much to do with Shaar for the time being. The only thing after he returned to the station is to cultivate quietly. The front line is hundreds of miles away. For the time being, the war seems to be far and far from hillbilly. ……

    The bald man did not return, and Shaar lived alone in the tent. After a life-and-death test of hillbilly, I began to rack my brains.

    The first problem in his mind that needs to be solved is the powerful "Crimson Rage Ki"!

    In any case, the two mistakes and collisions used Crimson Rage Ki, amazing power, so Shaar was shocked! If such a strong trick, if you can fully grasp the control, then your own strength is not…

    Next time you encounter a sneak attack on your Mage, cut the bastard directly into two!

    Sitting alone in the tent, Shaar pinched the spar and fell into meditation…

    I have to say that our hillbilly is not a silly word, although he does not know how to use this magic spar correctly, but at least, he…I have heard a lot of stories.

    In the pubs of Wildfire Town, there are often some vagrants who are stalkers and sluts. These guys seem to have no shit, but they always say some legends that make people like Fifi. Some wine to drink.

    In those stories, the legendary heroes will inadvertently get some strange treasures, magical equipment, holy swords, magic gems and the like.

    Haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen pig running yet?

    At least, the experience of legendary heroes in those stories has given Shaar a lot of valuable references.

    Squinting at the gray stone that was not slippery, and carrying half the weather, Shaar gave birth to a thought…

    Could it be…Want me to eat this thing?

    Damn it ! Will it be indigested or directly killed?

    Hesitating for a long time with this stone, Shaar gave up this too dangerous idea.

    "Eh ……Is it necessary to drop blood and let the blood fuse? ”Shaar did not hesitate to puncture a hole in his finger, let the blood drop on the stone…

    After a while, the effort has passed…

    Another moment of work has passed…

    After a while, the effort has passed…

    Shaar grieves and wraps his fingers…

    (damn it, the legend is deceptive!! If you go on like this, Father will lose too much blood and die! ! )

    When Shaar squinted at the stone and pulled his eyes into a pain, he pulled out the fire pitchfork.

    (I can't do it, cut it and see?)

    It was at this time, suddenly, a very apathetic dry voice was heard in the brain.

    "idiot!"