Knight Naser came for a long time, joined Zhou Qingfeng, and threw a conjecture to him. This conjecture was so heavy that in comparison, the Buqi family in Banshee Castle seemed insignificant.

The old knight came and left, and the more than a dozen cavalry teams did not stop for too long. Zhou Qingfeng browed and turned to hide among the secret camps of the wilderness, not knowing what to plan.

However, Viscount Tarak, who had just been sent to act as a hammer, led a team to move quickly around the Dufog Town with just over fifty horses and horses, searching for the hidden forces of Hanfeng City.

When Knight Naser contacted Zhou Qingfeng, the tall viscount was leading a team along the narrow country road into a washed village.

"Is this the good thing that Lord Abeta did?"

There was no one in the village, and twenty or thirty tattered corpses were upside down inside and outside. The corpses were often stabbed more than a dozen times, both old and weak, and even children of a few years were not spared.

It is summer and the weather is hot. The body has not been buried for three or four days and it has begun to smell.

The corpse smell was so disgusting. None of the men led by Tarak were willing to clean up, and no one wanted to live in. They could only set a fire in the village and completely destroyed the village.

Some wizards released their magic pets and searched around them. There were also accompanying prophetic wizards who collected military information through the power of magic. Before dark, Viscount Tarak found a team of hundreds of people hiding in another village.

Leading the team are two Lords, Hort and Kane, who acted as anvils to march around the town of fog. But just yesterday, they encountered traps and ambush like Lord Abeta.

The country roads are limited. As long as you guard several key hills as observation points, there are telescopes that observe a few kilometers of range. Without the prophecy arcane, you can guess where these Banshee Castle teams are going to pass and where to camp.

The "free crossbow" produced by Hanfeng City is extremely simple, with an increasing output. It can transport 500 to 1,000 units to the front line every day. Although this thing is simple, it comes with its own stimulation storage device.

It can be placed on the roadside, grass, corners, behind doors, or even on branches. It can easily be set into a trap with just a grass stem, a pedal, or a branch.

Adrian's hunting team was a backbone of more than a dozen people, each bringing more than a dozen "freedom warriors" out. They brought a pot of water, a few pieces of bread, and putting on straw sandals. The wilderness and mountains were all battlefields.

With this happening, it becomes difficult for the noble army to go to the countryside.

A team of hundreds of people has too big goals. When walking on the road, they encounter traps, but if they don’t walk on the road, they still encounter traps. When they enter the village, they cannot grab food, and there is no guide to find the target.

Camping at night will almost certainly be plagued.

Abeta's head was too iron and he continued to move forward in the middle of the road, but was burned at night. Hort and Kane originally cooperated with Abeta, but they quickly shrank when they found that the situation was wrong.

But the two of them lost the damage and did not inform Abeta when they retreated, allowing their team to continue to move forward to attract firepower so that they could escape.

They escaped, and both Lords looked bad and felt so tired that they had not rested for several days and nights. Their subordinates were hungry, and many others were incomplete in armor and even lost a lot of equipment.

Before, he said that the noble team could look like a beggar, but Viscount Tarak would not believe it if he was beaten to death. But today he opened his eyes and saw the world.

The wilderness villages are very small, and the village is too narrow and has no houses to camp.

The two lords had a team of thousands of people, and they could only gather in groups from east to west. They were not clean and their clothes were covered with dirt, as if they had lived in the slums for several years.

As for the morale of the team, it is even lower than the lower limit, and even lower it will become a negative number.

The soldiers at the bottom were listless and almost caught lice in the haystack. The leading noble officers were frightened and as if they had encountered natural enemies.

After reporting his identity, the Viscount entered the village and saw two listless lords who wanted to kill each other. He waved his horse and scolded, "What are you doing here? Even if you don't fight, you can go back to the fog town."

Neither of the two lords was so angry that they said dejectedly: "We are just withdrawing from the town of Thick Mist. Isn't this still halfway?"

"You can't be faster?"

"It's not fast." Lord Hort shook his head, "We must clean up the traps on the road, or people will die."

Lord Kane held a picked up "free crossbow" and scolded, "It's all about this on the road, and it will trigger it if you are not careful.

The untouchables who set up this thing are also very cunning. They will trigger twice, three times, or even make it a front and back trigger.

This is definitely someone who is teaching them, and it is definitely the people from Hanfeng City who are instigating behind their backs. Victor Hugo is so despicable. How could he come up with such a trick without any sense of honor?"

When the two lords talked about the cylindrical "free crossbow", they were furious but helpless. In just one or two days, they had enough of this kind of bad thing, and they wanted to smash it when they saw this thing.

The trained "Freedom Warrior" starts to use his brain to play psychological games. The different triggering methods are so worrying.

At first, the noble army felt that the road surface sweeping was safe. The trigger device could let go of the first, the second, and the third one.

As for the 'front trigger and trigger', it can make people feel disgusting. It makes it unsafe to hiding from a distance, and you must use a shield to protect yourself.

There are also things like digging pits and burying crossbow arrows, and they even specialize in pitting civilian soldiers who only wear straw sandals.

As long as the soles of the feet are poked, no matter whether the crossbow arrow is poisonous or not, no one will take care of the injured soldiers, and a life will be basically explained.

In this case, the team can only move forward at a speed. After all, no one wants to die without understanding.

Lord Hort threw the 'free crossbow' hard and cursed: "This is a wooden tube with a reed inside. Even if we take this thing, it's useless, but it can kill us."

Lord Kane pointed outside the village, "It was all good things that Abeta's idiot did. He forced the untouchables to a dead end. We rely on wizards to find a way and also caught several untouchables who set up traps.

But those untouchables committed suicide by taking poison as soon as they were caught. Unless they were asked to ask the souls for a necromancer."

The two lords had accumulated bitterness in the past two days. When they met Viscount Tarak and asked, they even fell out like a person they talked about.

The viscount was confused by the complaints of these two. He had not experienced the pain of being unable to move forward, and did not understand why the nobles in the north were so weak? The courage and appearance were thrown into the mud and trampled on by the other party thousands of times.

Baron Bishop was still thinking about the "hammer and anvil" in the town of fog. Now the anvil has not played any role, and he has lost his combat power by an invisible group of enemies.

"No, you can't do this, you must cheer up." Viscount Tarak could not accept his own decline. It was too embarrassing to be defeated by a group of untouchables.

Hort and Kane rolled their eyes, and they both said something even more serious.

"We can't grab food. Today the horses don't have enough feed to eat, and the infantry can only eat half full. If we don't rush back to the Duofo Town tomorrow, the knights will go hungry.

We don’t want to fight to the death, but where is the enemy? It’s too passive to continue like this.”

Viscount Tarak frowned and unconsciously touched an obsidian statue hanging on his neckline. He turned his head and looked at the wizards following him, "We must find where the enemy leader is?"
Chapter completed!