February-Sunday.

Two days later, Roddy's team had entered the "Karls" mountain range in the southwestern part of the Ivtar Territory.

It stands to reason that if you want to reach the Sola sentry in the shortest distance, climbing over this mountain is indeed the best choice, but obviously these two hundred people are not suitable for walking the muddy and dangerous mountain roads in the cold winter. Therefore, the most secure route should be a flat road that crosses the "Black Forest" on the north side of the mountains.

Early in the morning, the soldiers who had just got up in the camp apparently had similar doubts. However, they have already learned to obey, and no one went to Roddy to ask the reason. They all ate meals on time and acted on time because of the adequate logistical guarantee. So far, they have all been energetic.

"Keeping soldiers for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while, this difficulty can't be overcome and there is no talk about combat."

Out of the tent, Roddy yawned, and Soderlor was washing his face with cold water next to each other, and they were chatting with each other.

"Speaking of ... I haven't been fighting since I walked all the way from Nolan Village. I used to think that the world was peaceful, but it turned out to be fighting in the past six months, as if I had never stopped." Soderlor stood with his long sword on his back. Beside Roddy, he twisted his legs and asked, "I haven't practiced swords for a long time, come to play against each other?"

"Then try."

Rordi did not refuse, picking up an ordinary standard short sword from the side, just to make a starting gesture, but Sodroll was stopped-"What about your machete?"

"You changed the‘ guard tooth, I have no reason not to change to a better weapon. ”

"Why not use new weapons?"

"I still don't take it out, that thing is not suitable for practice."

Roddy smiled and shook her head and sold it. Soderlor was curious, but he didn't ask again-the two held purely skillful confrontation with the epee, and ended the three-game confrontation soon.

Roddy deliberately tempted, so he did not rely on attributes or skills to suppress Soderlor, but did not think that this guy who grew up inhumanly made rapid progress. In terms of swordsmanship alone, he was already faintly above Roddy.

Roddy is the number of Berserkers, and he fell ten times in a rage. His style was rough and violent. Soderall couldn't support the stormy pressure in the first two games, but he finally lost it in the third game. Take control of the rhythm, and finally regained a game with superb skills-and this is already a loss for Roddy: his swordplay is a three-axe violent raid, once seen through, there is little to win in the future.

However, Roddy himself did not think that there was too much accomplishment in swordplay. The ruler was short and strong. What he was really good at was bow and arrow. It was enough for melee, so at this time he lost to Soderol. "Jiangsheng" bill, there is no dissatisfaction at all, only sigh.

"You won, I can't teach you anything after taking it."

He put the sword on the shelf, and smiled to Sodroll.

"I ... I'm lucky too."

Soderol understood what it meant, and for a few seconds of silence, he switched the subject: "Walking the snow mountain ... risky."

"I don't have a small risk in any way, so I chose the one with the highest risk. But there is no way ... this is the situation."

Roddy smiled and lowered his head to adjust the lock on his wristband, as if talking about the weather casually: "There are 137 theoretically nobles who can be called by Angmar. With ten cavalry and thirty infantry each, then this is more than five thousand ... "

"Five thousand people, if all the people can come, the issue of Sora sentry is not a problem at all, but in reality? One quarter is willing to come, even if God blesses us."

It is the noble duty of the noble to respond to the call of the lord, but such an obligation can be put into action in two ways: one is to really bring the soldiers to the front line and advance and retreat with the lord, and the other is Pay taxes to "offset" such obligations.

In the winter, I went to the most desolate place of Evta to confront the undead. Who would really come out with such unpleasant things? The aristocracy is not Lei Feng. Although they have "obligations", they are more interested in "interests"-what benefits can they gain by fighting the undead? Fools know what to choose.

"Among these quarters, 30% of them can reach the Sola sentry post at the appointed time, so this country still has salvation."

Roddy shook his head and sighed, "Theoretical 5,000 soldiers can really help us, maybe only three or four hundred people, and these guys may not obey orders ... The ideals are full and the reality is very boney.

A very simple digital analogy shows that Roddy's current situation is not good-the undead with an unknown purpose in front, and a group of pig teammates watching coldly at the rear. Yan is fighting alone and the road ahead is slim.

The only Benjamin and Angmar who were willing to support him at this time were also very kind, and the rest depended on themselves.

"I haven't intended to count on those noble masters."

Soderlor, unaffected by these remarks, turned to pack up the tent.

At this time, the scouts on the front line had already reported the situation. The message "everything is normal" was as usual, but it didn't take long for Nata to jump down silently from the tree on the side, and reached low before Roddy Reconcile a few words.

Her black and red leather armor covered a layer of white-brown fabric as "snow camouflage" at Roddy's request, and even the high-quality long bow from the Duke's House collection was wrapped in the same cloth strips. If she wears a hood, she will not be able to recognize it in the snow. This effect is almost equivalent to the weakened "stealth". And her task now is to be a "scout" who takes orders directly from Roddy.

Nata's words made Roddy's calm face a little serious, and he frowned for a moment, then said, "Eat something, and wait to bring a team of elites to confirm."

Nata nodded and turned to leave.

Roddy looked towards the Karlsberg in the distance, silently thinking about each next step.

And dozens of meters away, Akasha, who was trying to come over, saw Nata whisper a whisper next to Roddy.She stopped and watched the two people posted so close. Most of the interest in talking to Roddy suddenly disappeared-"Essence of Energy" slightly clenched in his hands, Akasha thought about it, and finally turned around and left a bit sadly.

"Pastor Akasha."

"Master Rev."

Akasha's prestige in the camp was very high.Everyone in the Cavalry Respect respected the priest and walked all the way.Almost everyone would stand up and say hello. Before, she would smile and respond, but she is really in no mood

Roddy is so close to her every day, what is she talking about? Why did he never want to say so much to me? Do you hate yourself?

Akasha shook her head and immediately thought that her mind was too "narrow": after all, Roddy was not her "private item". He had to control the entire army and face the dangerous enemies. There were too many things to do. I ca n’t bear to continue to teach myself High Elf ... this is normal.

But he was always good at whispering to that wood elf ...

Thinking of this, Akasha was still a little bitter in heart. In order to divert her attention, she thought about it ... She reached out and took out a scroll that she carried with her, and then leaned aside, looking silently at the "Essence of Energy" in her hand.

There are not many high elf words, but Akasha's unforgettable memory quickly uses them in books. Now she has become fascinated by the essence of energy-the more she read, the more she read The more I feel like I see a different "world".

In the unnoticed corner, Akasha gently grasped the "Spine Bone" scroll, the faint golden light beam at her fingertips, and slowly caused the scroll seal to loosen ...

At the same moment, Baron Belom was sitting quietly at his desk with his eyes closed.

Although a temporary camp was set up at the foot of the Gondola, Baron Belom was unequivocal about his camp-in other words, he would "enjoy life" ... thick tents made of thick solid wood keel In the square tent, there are even living rooms, bedrooms, and study rooms. The most exaggerated thing is that there is a set of desks and weapon racks. From the above traces, all of these are made temporarily.

Undead have endless lives, so retaining habits over long periods of time often becomes very stubborn.

The same is true of Belom: he has very high requirements for his quality of life. Even if he is marching, he must ensure that his tent has the taste of "mansion", because this allows him to always feel that he is a "nobleman" -Even if it's just called a low-level "baron."

"The knights sent by Angmar have traveled to the south of the kingdom and should be reminding the royal family."

"Benjamin remains in Hollier City."

"70% of the nobles currently under surveillance in Everta remain silent after receiving orders from Angmar.

Each piece of information transmitted from the front line was continuously reported by the soldiers to Belom. Although there were only six Necromancers in the team, they released nearly three hundred blood crows at the same time with the support of the Tasman royal family. Territory has been monitored.

The entire territory of Everta, at this point in Belom's eyes, had almost no camouflage at all.

"Rodi's team has left Hollier City and headed towards Karlsberg. At their speed, they can cross this area in about three days ..."

When the soldier reported this information, Belom's eyes remained closed and his eyes opened suddenly. The murderous body that made him speak was stiff.

"You mean ... they chose the way Kars?"

Belom's expression slowly relaxed, and he smiled at Yu Guang with a glance at the map. "Originally, I was thinking of going forward with them to try the level, but now it seems-really disappointed."

"It's really disappointing. Although he can defeat Ansadin and Magda, he is only a young man who can't breathe in the end ..."

"Hmm ..."

Secretly sighed, Belom was obviously disappointed with Roddy's performance, but the city government and culture were here, and he just waved at will casually: "Tell the news to the mages, they know what they should do ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Turned around, Belom's gaze turned to the word "Elson" on the map, and he had completely lost interest in "Rodi", an enemy that had been deliberately prepared to fall.

Such an enemy is not worthy of his mind. It only needs an order and an eye. For convenience, it will disappear silently in this world ...

It's so boring.

Bellom took a book from the bookshelf, took care of his luxurious robes, and looked boringly.

Recruiting Jiyou, before Rody's scout squad expanded to 106, group number 2394432b (233944321128), I often bubbling, want to get started quickly, write a book for three and a half years, suddenly I have a few thoughts and know more book friends. I hope you will be successful. After all, the number of people who love to watch Western Fantasy is a minority. I hope to get your support.