TOV8
The morning sun dispelled the darkness in the forest and also took away the worries that lingered in everyone's minds.
After the battle last night, everyone was busy clearing the battlefield, and at the same time, they had to be alert for come back from the enemy, so most of them didn't continue to sleep.
After the sun came out, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Some who were really tired and sleepy began to make up for their sleep.
Some of the mercenaries began to prepare breakfast, and the leader Saru was still arguing with the businessman Oliver about the casualty pension.
In fact, the two parties had agreed on the standard compensation before they set off. The reason why they are now arguing is because of an unfortunate man who was killed by his own ally.
Oliver insisted that this guy was the Firefox Mercenary Group's responsibility and that he shouldn't pay the pension, so he quarreled with Saru.
Colin was resting on his own, squatting beside a fire, leisurely drinking the "water" from the kettle.
The rising sun was a bit dazzling, and Colin lowered a bit the brim of his hat, almost completely covering the upper half of his face.
Afterwards, he took out the parchment scroll and crossed out the sentence [Human blood can help advance] that he wrote yesterday.
Because he discovered that the blood secretly obtained from a thief's corpse last night does not affect his strength growth, just like deer blood. In addition to satisfying the appetite and replenishing energy, there is no effect of knight Carter's blood.
Perhaps the blood of ordinary people is not useful, and to help advance it must be the blood of professionals.
Moreover, he is afraid that to have the effect it needs to be the blood of a higher level professional.
Thinking of this, Colin subconsciously turned his gaze to the only Tier 2 fighter here - Captain Saru.
Then he shook his head again.
Let's not say if he can beat Saru.
Even if he was able to win, he didn't want to kill an innocent person in order to quickly advance.
Colin felt that he still had some bottom line.
While thinking about it, Colin found that the dispute between Oliver and Saru had finally ended.
This chubby businessman was walking towards Colin with a slightly unhappy expression as if he did not have the upper hand in the argument.
"That's a tough guy!" After approaching, Oliver glanced at Saru's figure and complained to Colin.
Colin looked at the businessman who yesterday said with great arrogance that he wanted to sponsor his army, but now he complains because of a mercenary's pension, and suddenly a little laughed.
"Forget it, it's time to calm people's hearts. After all, there is still a long way to go to Falling Eagle City. At this time, it is not a wise choice to argue with the Firefox Mercenary Group."
"I know. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't give in to that old fellow Saru!" Oliver obviously understood this, but he was still unwilling and whispered a few words.
"Would you like to taste the jerky I brought, it's much better than bread." The fat businessman became generous again.
Colin smiled and accepted Oliver's kindness, and casually chatted with him.
After everyone had finished their breakfast and rested for another two hours, the caravan put away the tent and prepared to set off again.
At this moment, Saru suddenly stopped everyone, and then he lay on the ground and pressed his right ear to the earth.
Upon seeing this, Colin slightly frowned.
His hearing during the day is far worse than during the night, and at this moment he didn't hear any unusual movement.
But Saru over there suddenly jumped up from the ground and roared: "Horses! Horseshoes! Quickly! Everyone, immediately on alert!"
With this roar, the entire camp suddenly became a mess.
Oliver's face instantly paled.
He knows the seriousness of this matter.
This time is different from the attack last night. The band of thieves can't raise horses. If incoming people are enemies and not friends, it will be very troublesome...
"Tattoo...Tattoo..."
As time went by, Colin finally heard the rapid sound of horseshoes.
The ground began to slightly vibrate, which made the mercenaries inside the array more flustered, even the roar of the bearded Saru could no longer calm them down.
Colin squinted and saw that in the forest not far away a thin gray line suddenly appeared, like a sharp arrow rushing towards the camp.
This is a team of cavalry!
There are not many, only about twenty men.
But looking at their overwhelming momentum, Colin had no doubt that as long as the opponent charged, the defensive position that the Firefox Mercenary Group tried to put together would immediately collapse.
This is the terrifying oppressive power of the King of War in the Cold Weapon Era!
Rumble!
The earth is roaring.
The cavalry is approaching.
The mercenaries are shaking.
Oliver closed his eyes in pain.
At the forefront of the defense line, Saru like a rock stood with a huge half-length shield.
Colin ignored the dazzling sunlight, sighed helplessly, lifted the three-cornered hat, and from his waist drew the one-handed sword.
Just as everyone was preparing to fight to the death, the approaching cavalry team suddenly stopped about 30 meters from the camp.
"Hey--"
Twenty warhorses stood in a series of sounds of horses.
Good equestrians!
Colin couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.
At the same time, his tense mood was slightly relaxed.
The opponent should not be the enemy.
However, looking at their posture of rushing over without slowing down, and the final dazzling emergency stop, it was obvious that they wanted to give a blow to the Firefox Mercenary Group.
Therefore, the other party may not necessarily have much goodwill.
At this point, Oliver, a shrewd businessman, apparently also noticed it, and he didn't take the initiative to step forward but signaled Saru to negotiate.
Saru was helpless, after all, he received a commission and was obliged to solve any troubles encountered by Oliver along the way.
So, he had to put down his half-length shield and big sword, stepped forward, and at the same time shouted:
"Friends from afar! I am Saru, the head of the Firefox Mercenary Corps. I am escorting some goods from the Tulip Chamber of Commerce to Fallen Eagle City. I wonder if can I help you?"
The cavalry squad on the opposite side showed no response as if they had become sculptures.
The forest was silent, the wind seemed to stop, and the air was suffocating.
Saru suppressed the fear and anxiety in his heart, biting his scalp and moving on.
Taking a few steps closer, he finally saw the badge on the armor of the leading cavalryman, and he took a breath of shock: "Your Excellency is a knight of the Saint Hilde family?"
Saru's loud voice also spread to the rear, and a small depressive commotion broke out among the mercenaries.
But at the same time, everyone involuntarily lowered the weapons in their hands to the ground, as if the name "Saint Hilde" had a terrifying magic power that made people afraid to be their enemies.
Yes, it is.
In the north of the empire, the name Saint Hilde is a symbol of absolute authority.
Even the imperial royal family does not have here such a terrifying appeal and influence.
"Kang Dang."
The knight in the lead finally made a move, and people saw that he lifted the helmet and mask, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes, he nodded to Saru and tacitly acknowledged his identity.
Afterwards, he took out a roll of parchment from the cloth bag in front of the saddle and threw it at Saru's feet. At the same time, he declared in an unquestionable tone:
"By the order of the son of the Duke of St. Hilde, the Marquis of Charles, you have been urgently called up."
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