Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 109 Chapter [-] The dawn here is quiet
Wearing light leather armor and carrying a longbow on his back, Chris Mann grabbed the icy rock with his hands. With a soft drink, he jumped to the top of the hill.

The dark black porcupine leather gloves passed over the edges and corners of the rock, and the leather surface with fine grains did not leave any marks due to friction.

——The several spine-mounted arrows that hit the Phoenix Terrace were all peeled off by the artisan team to make leather armor, and the lord who had always taken good care of this young archer specially asked the masters to save the material for him. Chris makes a pair of gloves.

For an archer who often draws the bow and draws the string for a long time, a pair of durable leather gloves can undoubtedly add to his excellent shooting skills.

The light snow in the morning had stopped long ago, and the remaining snowflakes on the ground were mixed with the dust, emitting a golden brilliance under the evening light of the wilderness that was gradually falling to the west.

Two wild wolves with jet-black fur walked slowly past the hillside where Chris lived.As if sensing the scent of humans, they stopped and raised their heads, sniffed in the direction of Chris, then quickly lost interest, and continued walking away with their tails flicking.

It wasn't until the wild wolf was gone that Chris exhaled the turbid air in his mouth and poked his head out of the hill again.

In the wasteland, wild wolves are not a big problem, but the temporary scout sent by Frost Maple Ridge did not want to attract the attention of other predators by disturbing these creatures.

In the past, the so-called "predators" mostly refer to ferocious beasts that are larger in size or have more companions;
But Chris thinks that in the recent Soulbreaker, the word is probably also used to describe those magical porcupines who behave strangely, or...

... Alien humans?

Chris crawled on the rock like a lizard, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The observation site he chose is very exquisite, just behind the evening sun, and with the help of the light of the setting sun, a large area in the northern part of the wilderness can be seen from west to east.

As far as the eye can see, it is nothing more than a piece of golden yellow.

The golden color of the sand, the golden color of the fallen leaves, the golden color of the withered grass, and even the brook that forks from the Lion Heart River is sparkling like gold leaf with the evening wind.

But Chris Mann, at the limit of his field of vision, noticed something strange.

If it were someone else, they might only think it was an inconspicuous brown spot at the end of the wasteland, or they would not be able to see such a long distance at all, but they used to look at the sea of ​​salt from Eagle's Rest, like fishing boats dotted with white spots. Chris, but vaguely captured the outline of the spot.

Oval with slight indentations at the ends...

Moreover, in Chris's subconscious mind, an uncontrollable strong thought suddenly emerged: Is there a dull blood in the middle of this spot?
No, it doesn't look like a natural landscape on the wasteland, but must be something man-made, like...

...A simple camp surrounded by horse-drawn carts and fence posts according to the customs of the imperial army.

Chris Mann couldn't hold back anymore.

He spotted the target's position, climbed the sharp corner of the rock and deftly jumped a few times, then turned down the mountain along the original road.

Chris made up his mind that he must get close to the weird spot and see for himself what was going on there.

And four hours later, this scout from Frost Maple Ridge will be at his destination and see the abandoned camp that has been completely evacuated, the broken white-tailed arrows, the blood of monsters that have soaked the ground deeply, the blood that has just been pulled out. More than a dozen corpses of Jifeng Jianhao who were hastily buried after they emerged from the magic crystal...

As well as the footprints of iron boots, the hoofprints of war horses, and the thick ruts that only the wheels of heavy siege weapons would leave on the soft sandy soil.

……

Shuangfengling is more than a thousand meters west of Fenghuangtai.

The thick darkness, like the mysterious veil of the Shadow Goddess, enveloped everything on the wasteland.

It was cloudy tonight, so even the moon and stars in the sky hid their radiant faces.

Everything was terribly dark. In the past, the howling of wolves and the cries of owls that occasionally appeared in the wilderness in the middle of the night remained silent tonight.

It's four o'clock in the morning and everything is still.

Dawns Here Are Quiet.

Ethan Garcia, deputy knight commander of the "Pride of the South" Knights, slowly moved forward while holding the axle of the heavy ballista with his left hand, while holding his round silver-plated mask helmet under his arm with his right hand.

He also casually placed the overly heavy Steele two-handed sword on the ballista.

The task now is not to swing the sword, but to wait.

The Goddess of War always favors the most patient contestants.

And Ethan Garcia, has always been very patient.

The only problem is that the night wind in the wasteland is very cold.

Even with the cotton padded jacket under the bandit-style leather armor, Deputy Knight Commander Garcia felt a slight chill, slithering along the neckline of his leather armor, making goose bumps all over his body.

In order to move his slightly stiff body, and to find something to do in the boring night, Garcia turned his head and looked at the knights under him.

The watchtowers in Shuangfeng Ridge were extremely conspicuous. In order to ensure absolute concealment and suddenness of attack, this group of raiders from Rock Creek City did not light any torches, let alone prepare lighting measures.

Under the dim stars and moon, even their disc helmets and the steel parts on their leather armor were not reflective;
There are only pairs of eyes full of expectation, as if emitting faint stars in the dark night.

That was the anticipation of war and killing.

"How are you getting ready?" Deputy Knight Commander Garcia asked in a low voice.

"The three ballistas are advancing to the predetermined position, and they are aiming at those watchtowers. Once the battle starts, we can directly poke their eyes!" A knight replied excitedly in a low voice.

"Poke blind eyes" is of course just a metaphor.

The key to raiding Frost Maple Ridge is to use the great power and high range of the ballista to kill these towers occupying the commanding heights at the beginning, thereby completely destroying the opponent's long-range power and long-range projection ability.

"What about the others?" Garcia didn't place all his bets on these three vehicle-mounted ballistas that were pulled over thousands of miles from Rock Creek City.

"The rockets and magic scrolls are also ready." The knight reported, "The buildings in this camp should be all wooden structures, as long as they burn, they will definitely not be able to stop!"

"Very well, after we charge close to the platform and fire with the ballista, once we are within range, we must pour the rocket and the magic scroll into me as soon as possible!" Garcia said in a deep voice, "I guess this new The combat power of the territory is very limited, and fire and magic should be able to solve most of our problems! Remember, our task at that time will be to surround the platform from the outer circle so as not to escape from the fire field while ensuring that there will be no casualties. A fish that slipped through the net!"

"Yes!" The knight responded in a low voice, and made a gesture of shooting arrows to his colleagues, briefly conveying the focus of the battle determined by the deputy knight commander.

"Your Excellency, Deputy Knight Commander," one of the knights asked, "Where is Master Spencer?"

"He took the reserve team and ran to the other side of the platform, saying that he was going to prepare some kind of necromancer magic as a back move..." Spencer was not at the scene, and Garcia, who was still respectful before, suddenly changed his face and said with a stinky face , "...as if we alone can't manage a simple camp! This damned, blasphemous shit 'chief mage'..."

Garcia spat hard on the ground, turned around with his mouth smacking, and then suddenly saw a red line of fire passing through the dark starry sky and blazing straight towards him in the sudden east wind.

(End of this chapter)