Duke of Grief

"Bah!" Fezer spit out the grass roots in his mouth and carefully looked at the knight in front of him with the remaining eye.

Marcus frowned slightly, not wanting to get close to this sloppy person.

He is different from this guy. His family has been serving the family of the Duke of Norway since his great grandfather's generation, and this guy heard that he was a mercenary before, and he still bought it for his current status.

Prime Minister Lowe generally only talks about interests. Marcus knows many nobles in this country, and when he came here to receive orders, he also specifically learned about the situation here, but did not expect his 'Colleague' turned out to be such a guy.

Even though he has been a knight of the Lowe family for nearly ten years, Fezer still has difficulty in correcting his mercenary habits in those years, so to outsiders, he is not like a noble at all.

But these are all his disguise. When he was a mercenary, he already understood that he should not easily show his power and let others underestimate himself. Only in this way, it is possible to solve the enemy more easily when there is a conflict.

In his view, the knight standing in front of him is also a shallow person, and it is not a good habit to judge people by appearance.

Thinking of this, Fezer opened his hands, grinned, and greeted with a smile: "Hello, my name is Fezer!"

Marcus looked a little disgusted at the right hand of this vulgar man. Sweat and mud remained on that hand. Although the palm calluses were thick, they did not represent anything.

But this guy is still his colleague anyway, and he will work together for a while, so he didn't take off his gloves, and reached out to hold Fezer's right hand, "Anthony Marcus, from Novy collar."

Marcus doesn't want to introduce his family to this guy. He thinks that even if he introduces, this guy may not understand it.

The hands held by the two were closed with a touch, and then Fezer turned his head to look at the town not far away.

"Marcus, that's our goal." Fezell stood on the hillside and raised his finger, and Marcus looked in his direction.

"'Belion', the name of the town, the name of the town occupied by the black bitches!"

The town was built next to the river, but the river turned a corner at this point and re-flowed to the north. Only a small part of it flowed across the border of the Principality of Violet, and could not bring wealth to that Principality.

Most of the business unions of Mormore and the Principality of Violet need to pass through Bellion. Although it is not impossible to bypass the town, there is no other supply area besides Bellion, even the Violet. People in the Principality also came from another town far away.

Only Bellion can provide sufficient water and a good rest environment for the businessmen on both sides, so this town is naturally very important.

Two months ago, Prime Minister Lowe sent someone to launch an attack, but did not expect the Drow Elf to be so powerful. Except for some people who escaped, the rest were folded here.

Winter is about to pass, and by the spring, many soldiers' homes need to be cultivated. If they cannot end the fighting before then, their family's harvest next year may not be too good.

Even on Marcus, only half of the soldiers are out-of-service professional soldiers, and the rest are important laborers in the family.

If such a labor force is lost, many people may have a hard time at home.

"Before you didn't come, I was going to test their defensive strength while the wind and snow were low. The mage said that the wind and snow were not big in the next few days, so the plan was set for the day after tomorrow." Fei Ze He smiled, turned his head to look at Marcus, and raised an eyebrow at him, "Marcus, would you help me?"

Frowning, Marcus moved his footsteps, slightly away from Fezer.

Now he can be sure that he doesn't like this guy. When he talks, he not only spouts, but also likes to use some slang, let him think for a while before he can react.

But with this plan, he could try to participate.

After all, the plan was carried out the day after tomorrow. Even though the boat was tired, as long as you can rest for two days, the soldier's condition can be restored a lot.

After thinking for a moment, Marcus nodded. "Yes, but we can only do some help on the side. My soldiers are very tired. I can't recover completely in two days."

"It's okay, it's okay!" Feisel laughed and waved his hand. "Anyway, it's just to test their strength. After they have proved their strength, they can make a battle plan!"

After all, he looked at the town again, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

In his heart, he never underestimated the power of those drow elves.

He had never been to the underground world or contacted the drow elves, but during his years as a mercenary, he had seen many mercenaries and adventurers who had returned to the underground world and were alive. From their In his mouth, he could learn the danger of the underground world and the cunning of the drow elves.

Although they are also ‘elves’, they are not like the distant relatives of Assatom’s world. This group of guys are not rectal, and they can’t tell the truth by looking at their faces. They are very sinister.

In addition to the kind of misery that the army that attacked Belion had appeared before, after receiving the mission, his heart was raised at once.

His knighthood was bought for money, so he never thought that Prime Minister Lowe could trust him. How could a big noble trust a knight who spent money to buy a knighthood?

Originally, he just wanted to buy a knighthood, and then enjoy his old age, but his emperor didn't seem to think so...

Feather knew very well that there was a lot of scum in the previous battle, so he was very vigilant, afraid that he would be involved in any struggle, and he died without knowing it.

The big noble seemed to want to use his "surplus value" to kill him, and then vacated the position of a knight to continue to sell for the price.

But he will not let that guy succeed-before Marcus did not come, he was thinking about whether to follow this opportunity to run away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bring family and property to the wind of mourning The Principality went, I heard that the country was pretty good, but now that Marcus is here, he also has a scapegoat, maybe he doesn't have to escape.

After all, it is an old mercenary!

After looking calmly, it seemed that he was pondering Fezell for a while. Marcus couldn't help but sigh with emotion in his heart. Although this guy is more than 40 years old, and has become a knight of Prime Minister Lowe for almost ten years, But after all, he used to be a rather powerful mercenary. Some of his previous habits could not be changed. Even at this time, he was thinking about how to deal with that town.

However, a moment later, Marcus felt a little tired. He was quite tired when he was on the road. After coming to this camp, he didn't have a rest. He came to say hello to Fezer, so fatigue is inevitable. .

After saying hello, Marcus walked down the hill and towards the camp.

Looking at the gone figure, Feizer smiled and grinned. Now it seems that this guy doesn't quite understand his current situation!

But fortunately, if this guy does not understand his current situation, then it is easier to use it. He also saves a lot of effort to fight the old Yuzi.

Everything was ready, and he waited for the acquired wind and snow to be smaller, to test the group of drow elves and verify the conjecture in his mind.

Fezer looked at the gloomy sky with a smile. He knew that his loyal lord wanted to put him to death, but what about that. As an old mercenary, the most important ability is not'fighting' but 'survive'.

Almost every old mercenary and old adventurer survived stepping on the body of his companion. Now someone actually wants to count him?

no way!

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