Start as Inherited Baroness

The soldiers and Carlyle's servants were all busy, cooking, chopping wood, and watching.

However, Simon was teasing the girl happily. After playing with Winnis for a while, he started asking for magic knowledge again while the daylight was still good.

During his lunch break, he taught himself the Fire Breathing Technique.

The current team only cooks twice a day, and the soldiers and servants only eat some black bread soaked in water at noon.

Simon's meal was better, it was just white bread brushed with cheese, with a few berries added at most.

When only the last embers of sunlight remained, dinner was ready.

Simon and Winnie stopped teaching today and had to eat first.

This meal was quite substantial. In addition to the usual meal, a white-feathered chicken was also cooked, which the two of them shared.

The sun had already set at this time, but the sky was still blue and bright, the surroundings were not too dark, and the mountains in the distance stretched like an ink painting.

Simon looked into the distance, all kinds of thoughts flashing through his mind.

But at this time, the neighing sounds of some wild beasts suddenly came from the forest a little further away, disturbing the picturesque scenery.

The soldiers immediately took action, organized defense, and drove the horses into the center, otherwise they would run around if they were frightened.

The empty carriages were placed outside, forming a circle and acting as a fence.

"It's a jackal!" At this time, someone suddenly shouted loudly among the mercenaries guarding the perimeter.

When Simon heard the sound, he immediately became interested and looked over there.

Soon, a group of humanoid creatures were seen rushing out of the forest. They were about the same size as humans, and some were even bigger.

He has a face that looks like a wolf and a fox, and his body is covered with fine yellow-brown hair. No wonder he is called a jackal.

They screamed strangely and rushed towards Simon's camp. Most of them were not wearing armor, a few were wearing leather armor, and a few were wearing iron chain armor.

There are all kinds of weapons, including sticks, swords, knives and spears, and most of them hold sticks.

Simon didn't feel any panic in his heart, and was even eager to try.

At first glance, they looked like a mob. Although the gnolls were still considered a powerful unit among the orcs, they lacked discipline.

The level of weapons is also very poor, and he has almost no ability to smelt iron.

"Let go!" Kyler commanded the archers to form the first line of defense, raised his sword and shouted.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

In the blink of an eye, dozens of arrow clusters were thrown over, and soon the wails of the jackals were heard, and the dozen or so people who rushed the most happily fell to the ground.

But the ones behind him continued to attack, with quite a bit of courage that they were not afraid of death.

Simon gripped the steel sword at his waist and hesitated again and again, but still did not go over and take advantage of it himself.

After all, the current military force is not high, and it would be too tragic if the ship capsizes in the ditch.

It would be great if you knew archery. Long-range shooting would greatly reduce the risk.

The jackals quickly rushed to the empty carriage outside, howling excitedly.

"prick!"

Kyler had already organized the members of the Spear Mercenary Group into three arrays. The soldiers at the front stood on the ground holding a large wooden shield.

As soon as they heard the order, they all thrust out the spears placed in the groove on the right side of the shield.

Suddenly there was a dull sound of sharp spears piercing flesh, and a dozen more jackals took action.

The surviving gnolls crashed into the shield, slashing and scratching, unable to break through the shield line.

The archers at the rear stood on the carriage and kept firing, and the spearmen desperately kept thrusting out and retracting.

It didn't take long for all the gnolls that rushed over to be killed, and the remaining seven or eight fled back to the forest, whining like defeated dogs.

"That's it? Why are they charging this wave?"

Simon was puzzled. There was a strong smell of blood in the air, which made him feel a little nauseous.

Under the escort of Airei and other personal guards, he went to the edge of the convoy and took a few glances. It was good to see more blood.

Several of the jackals had not yet died and were whining on the ground. He immediately pulled out the steel sword from his waist and walked over, preparing to chop them all to death.

"Sir, I can do this dirty work." Airei said quickly.

"No! Let me try this feeling." Simon said immediately, swinging his sword hard and cutting off the head of a jackal.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the fracture and dripped on the grass. The grass in this location will definitely grow particularly vigorously in a few months.

This scene made Simon feel like vomiting, but it was not too strong and he could bear it completely.

Although the predecessor Simon had been on the battlefield as a militiaman, he had never fought directly against orcs, so he did not have much memory experience in this area.

Still need to exercise more.

Immediately afterwards, he chopped several other surviving jackals to death before leading them back to the camp.

"Sir, how do you feel?" Carlisle smiled.

"Not bad." Simon also grinned, and then walked toward the big tent without stopping.

"Clean my sword for me," he said casually.

"Yes!" Sarit immediately took the steel sword and walked away to find a rag.

The quality of this sword is very good, and it can be sold for about ten golden eagles in Eagle City.

An ordinary fine iron sword can be sold for about seven golden eagles. Only elite soldiers can enjoy such sharp weapons.

Ordinary light infantry generally use high-quality iron swords or iron knives worth about two gold coins, and many use long-handled battle axes.

Of course, there are worse iron swords, but they are relatively brittle. After a battle, the gap will not be smoothed out, and they often break, making it too easy to be scrapped.

Simon returned to his tent, and after a while Sarit cleaned the sword and brought it over.

He put it next to the mattress and lay down to rest. He was quite tired after riding on horseback all day.

But just as he fell asleep, he heard a sound of "Wow!" on time.

"Damn! The ghost is still there!" Simon turned over, and heard the sound of iron pieces colliding all over his body. He blocked his ears and continued to sleep.

Anyway, Spider Woman couldn't make any big waves.

His sleep quality was really good, and he was relieved and fell asleep soon.

It was dawn.

Simon opened his eyes, got up and stretched, and exhaled comfortably.

"Young people just sleep well." He said proudly in his heart.

Hanging the steel sword on his waist, he walked out of the tent with brisk steps.

At this time, the sky was bright, the sun rose, and several wisps of smoke rose in the camp, and the soldiers were busy coming and going.

In addition, about a thousand meters to the north, the Andrew family's convoy also set off fireworks.

"My lord, did you sleep well last night?" Ai Lei stood outside the tent and smiled respectfully.

"Not bad. What made that thing so noisy last night?" Simon asked with a smile.

"It was similar to the last time. It was scared away by Sarit's arrow, but it kept calling in the woods.

It stopped at dawn." Airey laughed.

"It's not going to work this way. We have to find a way to kill it." Simon sighed slightly.

Airey nodded and said, "How about I take ten people tonight and ask Kelley to follow and chase it in the woods?

I don't believe we can't kill it after chasing it all night. I think that thing is just scary in appearance, not an invulnerable monster."

"Let's discuss it later." Simon nodded.

After chatting for a while, the meal was ready, so they went to have breakfast first.