Magic Industrial Age

June 1st, Year 312 of the New God Calendar,

The night was bathed in moonlight, casting a clear light upon the earth.

This is a wilderness area at the border between the Hapsburg Empire and the Duchy of Norman.

Although there are villages and towns along the way, a two-hundred-person team is too large to enter the town's hotels.

Therefore, Loy's team basically camps in the wild, with enough tents and supplies, so there is nothing wrong with that.

At this time, tents have already been set up, with non-combatants living inside and mercenaries outside.

Further out, the material carts are arranged in a circle as much as possible, and the gaps are filled with shields.

From a distance, it looks like a temporary fortress. It would be perfect if some archers were placed at a high point.

The entire temporary camp has only one exit, and various traps are set up outside the chariot formation.

It's not about catching many bandits, but it's enough to have an early warning effect.

With the addition of the night watch, one can sleep soundly even at night.

The Dragon and Beauty Mercenary Group can make a name for itself in the north of the Hapsburg Empire, naturally it has its capabilities.

However, tonight is different.

After tonight, tomorrow will be the formal entry into the Redwood Province of the Duchy of Norman. The ten imperial soldiers need to return and will no longer have the safety of the Hapsburg Empire.

So, this night is the most relaxing moment for everyone, and it is also a farewell night.

Groups of bonfires were lit, dispelling the chill of the night and bringing the fragrance of food.

On some bonfires, iron pots were set up, and various bones and vegetables were thrown into them. With the addition of many seasonings, the iron spoon was constantly stirred to cook a pot of uniquely flavored meat soup.

On other bonfires, the aroma of grilled meat wafted, the dripping oil crackled, and with a sprinkle of salt, it was an extremely rich meal.

On the largest bonfire, there was even a hunted wolf beast, skinned and gutted, rolling there.

The flames licked, the aroma of meat permeated, making countless people drool.

After a day's journey, this should be the most relaxing and joyful moment, and some mercenaries acted as troubadours.

Some of them vividly narrated past experiences, as if they had become the protagonists in the story, their eyes shining.

Many young mercenaries were attracted by the stories, including the ten imperial soldiers, who gathered around and listened attentively.

Some played the Lamia harp, accompanied by a hoarse voice, singing an ancient ballad, as if telling the helplessness of the world.

Around him, there were more older mercenaries and old people, who would occasionally sing along, with a bit of charm.

Stories, music, food, a small supply of fine wine, and laughter, set off the atmosphere of this bonfire party very well.

As a result, the entire camp seemed extraordinarily cheerful!

Of course, all of this changed when Sick Francis appeared bare-chested.

A group of people ' with a crash' surrounded him and formed the largest circle.

Sick Francis is a very responsible mercenary leader, and he is very strict with the training of his mercenaries.

Usually, during the day, they are busy traveling, but at night, especially before going to bed, he likes to take everyone to practice.

And he advocates actual combat!

Either he fights a group, or a group fights him.

Of course, there are also mutual sparring sessions, with him acting as the referee.

He is very measured, but he can also make all the mercenaries feel the danger of actual combat.

And this is almost a reserved program every night.

This day was even more sensational!

A group of people eating, drinking, pushing and shoving, constantly booing, brought the atmosphere to the highest point, which seemed very lively.

At this time, Sick Francis stood in the center, his upper body clothes all taken off, exposing his bronze skin, knotted and developed muscles, and criss-crossing scars.

This body of injuries has already demonstrated his battle-hardened experience!

However, he didn't really rely on his physique to suppress his opponents, but showed a superb close-quarters combat technique.

A pair of big hands were as hard as steel, and with a simple stretch, press, pull, or lift, either made people lose their balance and stumble; or directly threw people out; or pressed them to the ground, making it difficult to move.

But he was not purely abusing people, and he kept nagging in his mouth, constantly giving pointers.

In the beginning, the ten or so mercenaries he faced were also empty-handed, but later, they all used weapons.

Various shields and short swords were all used, the sword light flickered, and the cooperation was quite tacit.

Whenever their sword light could touch Sick, it would elicit a burst of cheers.

However, although Sick Francis is huge, his agility is definitely not low. He looks clumsy, but in fact, he has excellent flexibility, and he can always avoid the repeated attacks of various weapons.

The strength of a Third-Order Transcendent showed the power of crushing at this moment.

Of course, Sick Francis did not regard this place as his home field, but also allowed others to come up to perform or spar.

Even the ten imperial soldiers were booed onto the stage and performed a set of military short-sword techniques taught by the empire.

If it was when they had just set off, they would never have agreed, but after more than ten days of getting along and becoming familiar, there were not so many rules.

As magic gunners, the magic energy rifle has a range of up to four hundred meters, and it is even enough to pose a threat to the Transcendent.

But as long as they are close, they lack the ability to protect themselves.

Therefore, the military short-sword technique taught by the empire is actually used in conjunction with the magic energy rifle.

Right hand rifle, left hand short sword, one long and one short, gun threat, short sword assassination, coupled with superb killing moves, it is extremely threatening.

In close combat, a careless move will result in several holes being poked out.

It wasn't very good-looking for these ten people to practice together, but between their gestures, killing intent overflowed, which was chilling.

Especially a group of mercenaries, who had been on the battlefield and fought with people, naturally knew that this seemingly unattractive move was actually aimed at the vital points.

However, their methods were really not suitable for sparring, and people would die if they were not careful.

After these ten people left the field, mutual sparring was also conducted within the mercenary group.

Whoever was interested could come up directly and let others challenge them.

The loser stepped down, and the winner continued. The two sides fought without holding back.

Because Sick Francis, as the referee, would step in to stop them in dangerous moments.

The Dragon and Beauty Mercenary Group really had a lot of powerful people, who appeared one after another and had dazzling performances.

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And the most eye-catching was a captain who used a rapier.

Among a group of mercenaries who lived in the open air, his handsomeness was well-known. He was about twenty years old, had blond hair, three-dimensional features, and a bright smile.

However, although he looks young, his strength is definitely not bad. He is a Second-Order Peak Gale Swordsman, and his rapier skills are really good.

He is also the next generation that Sick Francis is trying his best to cultivate. Even in order to adapt to the trend of the times, he did not let him practice axe warrior, but took the flexible route.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted a lot of cheers, and many mercenaries were unwilling to take action.

However, they couldn't resist everyone's booing.

At first, three people came up, fully armed, with complete shields and armor, but they were easily defeated by him.

Then another captain took action, defending the shield and sword flawlessly, which took some time.

But he was still defeated by his faster and faster attacks!

However, just after there were no opponents, he actually looked at Loy's location and said loudly: "Lord Loy, I heard that you are also good at rapier, and you are a famous master in Auckland City,

I wonder if I have the honor to ask you for some advice?"

He said this with a raised voice, drowning out all the noise, and making everyone quiet down and look up.

On the periphery, Loy was originally standing there, watching the excitement, but he didn't expect that the 'excitement' would burn to himself.

With a rustling sound, the crowd retreated, leaving a passage.

However, the first to break the silence was Sick Francis, who shouted sharply: "Ector, don't be rude!"

Ector Hunter met his own regiment commander's sharp gaze, a little cowering, but in the next second, he turned his head again and said: "Lord Loy, I really don't mean to offend, I just want to ask for some advice.

As a warfighter, I always feel itchy when I see a master.

I think you should be able to understand my feelings."

He said this with some sincerity, but more of it was jealousy.

In fact, he had heard a lot of Loy's name in Camotty City.

When he arrived in Auckland City, it was even more thunderous, and the history of the wealthy Loy's fortune was circulating everywhere.

As a young man, he was still a little unconvinced. This time, he also mustered up the courage to compete with the other party in his own field.

Loy didn't move, and Anger behind him couldn't help it, stepping forward.

However, Loy stretched out his hand to stop him, looked at Ector Hunter, and then looked at Sick Francis, and suddenly said: "Since you want to fight, then I'll practice with you."

Saying this, he had already passed through the crowd and arrived at the center.

However, when he raised the Dawn Rapier, he couldn't help but say: "Using this sword is really bullying you."

Anger?

Yes!

Anger threw the Silver Angel Rapier in his hand forward, Loy took it, drew it out, and stood opposite Ector Hunter.

He said: "Do you go first, or do I go first?"

Ector Hunter's expression was solemn, his breathing became more even, and the rapier stood in front of his eyes, saying: "I initiated the challenge, so naturally you go first!"

Okay!

Loy's voice was still echoing in the air, and the whole person had already darted out. A series of illusions seemed to appear in the air, and the Silver Angel Rapier had drawn a series of 'V' shapes, getting faster and faster.

Ector Hunter's eyes widened, unspeakable horror, but his movements were not slow.

The whole person kept retreating, the rapier flickered, and kept parrying.

Ding ding dang dang!

The sound of rapier clashing rose and fell, becoming more and more dense, but just when everyone was dazzled, everything stopped.

Loy's sword was already resting on Ector Hunter's neck. With a slight stroke, he could end his life.

But Loy sheathed his sword, retreated, and said: "I know you are not convinced, so, this time, let you go first?!"

The second update will be revised later, wait a moment...