Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 109

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 109]

“Where’s the best horse?” The Baron captured the details in Lucas’s words.

“Bought by this gentleman.” Lucas shifted the topic to Ciel, who was still observing the delicate furnishings in the room, recovered his senses, and turned to the baron.

“Who let you in with a weapon.” The baron was disturbed.

Upon hearing the news, the guard at the door hurried in and greeted the baron: “He is Master Charles Grani of Ashtree Hall.”

“How do you know?” Charles couldn’t remember his first and last name.

“That knife,” the guard explained. “Everyone talks about Master Shire’s scar on his chin, wearing a silver-gray cloak, and wearing a curved knife. It only takes an instant to kill.”

“This description really makes me sleepless.” The baron was very unhappy. “Well, Charles Grani, what are you doing here?”

Ciel walked to the window, feeling like a mysterious person, and when did I start to make a fool of myself.

“Don’t know your name yet?”

“John de Durand, you should have investigated.” The baron resented Charles’ rudeness.

“I’m here to find a job,” Ciel explained. “According to reliable clues, someone in your territory has summoned demons. If this happens, I’m afraid it will be very embarrassing.”

“Demon? Ha! Impossible!” John shook his head, putting on his armor. “I’m not that easy to be fooled.”

“Master, I did hear that the people in the village are restless.” A servant next to him couldn’t help but say, “I’m afraid there is something wrong.”

“Well…” John frowned, “Even if what you say makes sense, how much do you want?”

“100 gold coins.”

“What? That’s what I earn every year!” John yelled. “Don’t overdo it! Demon Hunter!”

“Someone said that your annuity is 500, as if 100 gold coins are nothing to you.”

“Hey, that’s what I earned from my honest work, how can I just squander it.” John shook his head, “…I won’t mention this again, I’m going to the battlefield soon.”

“Please allow me to accompany you,” said Charles.

“Come if you want.”

Chapter 134 Severe Confrontation

A line of mounted soldiers followed Baron John, with Charles separated from him by an escort.

“So,” Charles looked at the road in front of him. The ground was paved with gravel. This kind of gravel path can be seen everywhere in the Loman countryside. Just pour in the broken rock and glue it with mud. The laying cost is very low, “The farmers What are you complaining about?”

“Pop,” John cursed. “Those uneducated scumbags.”

“The lack of education was not of their own choosing.”

“Maybe they don’t have the money to hire a teacher, but they have the ability to remain loyal.” John was dissatisfied, his legs clamped hard on the horse’s belly, and the whole team accelerated.

“Let me guess, maybe it’s because you levied the first night?” Ciel thought for a while.

Usually, villagers are required to pay the lord a small sum of money before getting married, and if they refuse to pay, the lord has the right to take the bride back to the castle for one night as punishment.

“I’m going to sleep with a village girl if I’m lard,” John scoffed at that statement. “It’s a new tax, a tax.”

“What is the purpose of taxation?”

“In preparation for war, of course, the barbarians kept shouting on the other side of the river, sending out spies, marking the fords up and down the Wolin, as if we were blind.” John resented.

“You’re taxing to prepare for war, only to start another unnecessary war.”

“They don’t know the whole thing, which makes me anxious day and night, and now you are ripping off me, I’m so indignant! The God of Edwo is really eye-opening.”

“This money is necessary, we’ll see.” Ciel just kept a mysterious smile, John gave him a deep look, then turned his head to look straight ahead.

“How is Lord Rene?” John asked.

“Very good, very healthy, and I have eaten a little stronger. Now I am as big as an ox. I am nearly fifty years old, and I am hot and majestic.” Charles thought of the recent meeting with Count Rene, and he was considering hiring a team of guards to protect himself. Safe, because there are so many creditors, and sometimes he really worries about being assassinated.

Under Lohman law, the loan is also written off if the lender dies unexpectedly.

“I participated in the 470-year Frontier War with Count René.” John boasted triumphantly, Charles had vaguely heard about it, and the Brahclaw tribe crossed the border of the Waring River and entered the territory of Limbenburg on the grounds of getting lost. , slaughtered 3 villages and slaughtered a family of nobles. Earl Chris of Limbenburg sent nine letters of help one after another, forcing Earl Rene to lead his troops eastward and fought a confrontation with the Brahclaw tribe.

The soldiers used their lives to drive the barbarians back to the other side of the river.

“It must have been a heart-wrenching battle,” Charles said.

“Of course, several of our noble families joined forces and concentrated the cavalry to charge and kill those half-naked savages.” John proudly looked at the riders beside him. The soldiers wore nose helmets, half scale armor, and long hands. Spear, well trained.

“So this time, we will definitely win.” Charles now knew John’s confidence. In the opponent’s experience, there was no battlefield that a team of cavalry could not control.

“How can these peasants be the opponents of my army.” John laughed.

“But what about the aftermath? Continue to punish them?”

“I have my own opinion.” John told Charles to keep his mind off.

They crossed a small hill and saw hundreds of colorful tents standing on the hill, with the Durand family’s wolf flag flying high. When John approached, the soldiers shouted to open the camp gate for him.

“Look at the strength of the army under my tent, is it majestic?” John boasted to Charles, riding his horse through the camp, a horn sounded from a high place, and the soldiers got out of their tents and assembled.

Ciel rolled over and dismounted, and Zhen Fury stepped on the ground with his hoof and snorted. Compared with him, the other horses were short and unremarkable. The soldiers paid no attention to the Earl for a while, and pointed at Zhen Fury and Charles.

John was upset: “Focus!”

Several territorial knights stepped forward and greeted John, with obvious wear and tear on their armor, either due to their experience in the field or the result of poverty.

“They have assembled and are approaching the castle,” said an old knight.

“About a thousand men, in tattered clothes, with improvised spears and farm implements.” Another knight added, Ciel noticed that his right hand was missing 2 fingers, and he looked particularly desolate.

“What about the possibility of negotiation? As before, called their leader over to talk and boiled him.” John frowned.

“It’s been boiled too many times, and they won’t believe it.” The Lost Knight shook his head.

“Tell them I’m not going to lie this time,” John insisted. “Fuck, I don’t want to hurt anyone in this rubbish battle.”

“There is no rebellion in Prince Village. We can meet there.” A lanky knight said.

“The problem is that they already have weapons. They are only three miles away from here. I’m afraid it’s too late.” The old knight shook his head.

“It came so quickly, these farmers must have been planning for a long time.” The downcast knight said helplessly.

“You are optimistic about the camp, we will start quickly and have a fight with them.” John instructed.

“Who is this?” The old knight glanced at Ciel cautiously.

“He said the peasants were weird and asked me to give him 100 gold coins and he would stand by us.” John was dismissive of this. “Gentlemen, what do you think?”

“Young man,” the old knight shook his head, “don’t meddle in things you don’t understand, don’t enter a territory you’re not familiar with, don’t blackmail people who are more noble than you. Always remember that we are nobles.”

“Oh.” Charles smiled, “I understand, thank you for the pointer, my lord.”

“This is Waring River Territory.” John mounted his horse again, put on his helmet, and shouted to the soldiers around him, “Listen! Unite! Advance and retreat together! Stay loyal! Show no mercy!”

“Ooh!”

“Oh oh oh!”

“Go!” The soldiers raised their weapons, morale available.

The soldiers gathered down the mountain, preparing to fight the rebel peasants. Charles looked back at the recruited soldiers. The baron himself should have five or six hundred troops, and each knight brought about two hundred troops, so the total is one thousand. Many people, close to the number of rebel peasants.

But these soldiers are well-armed and resolute, far from being comparable to the peasants. According to Shire, if there is a conflict, the peasants will definitely not have the upper hand.

These nobles are self-righteous and really unpleasant.

Charles thought.

But I don’t like the demons actually showing up. The local villagers are exposed to forces beyond their control… Then again, who taught them the ritual of summoning demons?

The troops marched quickly, and after about half an hour, they saw a group of people in Wuyangyang coming through the woods from a distance.

Looking from afar, Xiaer saw a large group of armed peasants. They wore leather jackets, sackcloths, some with hoods, more disheveled hair, fierce eyes, thin and cruel due to lack of nutrition, armed with logging axes, flails, and pitchforks. to march.

The peasants were out of formation, standing in a mess, and stopped when they saw the banner of the noble army, with their backs against a large swath of lush forest.

The old knight raised his hands and gave orders, and the noble army also stopped, and Charles rode in anger and followed John.

“My lord, you can ride and talk to them now,” said the lanky knight.

“Talk? Talk about a fart and let everyone charge.” John shook his head, “It ended up with these thugs.”

“Yes.” The tall and thin knight nodded, the knights gestured with each other’s eyes, and then led the mounted soldiers away from the battlefield.

“Where are they going?” Charles asked.

“When the infantry lines on both sides are stalemate, they can kill from the flanks, and the battle can be ended in an instant. We have the advantage of mobility, and they will be dragged around by us.” John seemed to have some knowledge of the military.

The sun is coming, and the war is about to start.

“Shoot them!” John ordered.

The archers stepped forward as habitually, drew their bows under the command of the bow and arrow instructor, and then fired. Hundreds of arrows were fired together, passing the sky like a black rain, falling into the peasant army, and Shire saw many The man fell down immediately, and a burst of crying and screaming sounded.

They flinched for a moment, and sparsely shot a few arrows here. The soldiers felt amused and raised their shields to meet these few lethal arrows.

Seeing that they were completely unable to gain an advantage in the duel shot, the farmers quickly backed away, trying to hide in the forest.

“Forward!” John immediately gave the order, not wanting to fight in the woods with the farmers, preferring to end the fight in a more open place.

Ciel saw the thousands of people around him moving together. The formation was quite astonishing. Helmets, reflective armor, spears, and swords were densely packed, forming an airtight formation, and he steadily moved forward.

“Run! Catch them!” John rode on his horse, urging at the top of his voice, so the soldiers immediately quickened their pace, raised their weapons, and howled and charged forward, killing the mob.

“Haha.” John likes seeing this battle very much, and Ciel can understand the thoughts of those who like war. Tens of thousands of people move and fight under his own orders, throwing themselves into bloody battles. Like gambling, the outcome will be decided in an instant. , affecting the next series of situations, this taste is hearty.

He saw a shrill shouting in front of him, the sound of killing was loud, the soldiers caught up with the peasants, the pitchfork and the sword collided, and it was hard to resist, John’s army moved forward quickly, and Charles could imagine the scene there. Hundreds of weapons collide with each other, slashing each other’s limbs and flesh, and violence rages, drowning all redundant thoughts.

“Come closer, Ciel, come closer,” Gladius urged. “A thousand souls.”

“Be patient.” Ciel squinted at the fighting situation in the distance.

“Look at it, it’s over, you should go home, Demon Hunter.” John laughed, seeing the knights round the battlefield, charging in from the flanks, piercing the peasants’ lines with their lances like butter, and the mounted soldiers charging As the flood raged, Ciel saw several people being knocked off.

It’s like it’s nothing to do with me.

Charles looked away.

Um……

“I didn’t say you, your greed for money makes me laugh.” John shook his head.

The baron was beaming with joy, staring at the battle situation on the front line, and then suddenly frowned.

Charr saw the riders trampling and trampling among the peasant troops, but before they had time to completely disintegrate the rebels’ resistance, they ran into trouble. The horses lingered in place, the momentum of the charge was curbed, and they were unable to completely kill them. It was the peasants. Are they still struggling to resist?

Immediately, an ominous sulphur-colored flame appeared in the front, spread in an arc, poured on the heads of the cavalry, and poured into the infantry front. Wherever it passed, there were screams, the corpses were destroyed, and a scorching fire burned in the noble army. blood diameter.

Here comes work.

Chapter 135 Flame Tongue Demon

Ciel saw some huge creatures wantonly destroying in the front, more than one, the horses went mad, people stood up, and threw the riders to the ground, and the peasants rushed up and killed or captured them.

With the help of these powerful monsters, the morale of the peasants doubled, and the front that had been loosened and retreated before was re-stabilized.

The cavalry used to be aggressive, wantonly reaping the battlefield, but now they were beaten to the point of losing their armor and armor, quickly damaged in the blink of an eye, and slashed one by one.

Ordinary soldiers were knocked to the ground by those monsters, screaming constantly, blood on the ground, and the situation was extremely terrifying.

The monsters are large in size and different in shape. Some are similar to humanoids, while others are completely distorted and cannot be described in normal words.

Ciel observed carefully, identified their number and location from the cluttered figures, and confirmed that there were 3 of them.

These creatures are definitely not ordinary monsters, they are definitely demons, at least they have been deeply demonized.

The most important thing is…their bodies are covered with strips of cloth, straw, ribbons and sackcloth, and they also wear odd-shaped leather covers on their heads to cover their ugly faces.

Yes, these peasants have a good idea…they summon these demons and cover them with grotesque ornaments.

Rather than a demon, it looked more like one of those juggling animals in a traveling float, covered in a mess of paper and strips of cloth.

In this way, the fear in people’s hearts can be reduced, but the combat effectiveness of demon life is not affected, and it can still frighten sensitive horses, while easily trampling the battlefield and turning the situation around.

[End of This Chapter]