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A few kilometers away from Simon's camp, next to a forest, there was a group of more than a hundred soldiers stationed.

They were the Iron Hill Mercenary Group.

"Captain, we were discovered when we went to investigate, and Little Sparrow was captured."

A tall armored warrior said to a strong but short man.

"Waste! This can be captured, just let you take a look first!"

This man is the controller of the Iron Hill Mercenary Group, Tiele. It is said that he has some dwarf blood and extremely strong arms.

"Captain, the situation is different from what they said.

Sir Simon's team built a camp, the log wall is more than three meters high, and there are watchtowers in all directions.

The specific number of troops is unknown, but it is definitely more than fifty people." Tiele's deputy ignored the insults and said solemnly.

"It is normal for the client's information to be somewhat different from the facts."

Tiele thought for a while, calmed down, and said.

"Let the hound take people to test it tonight." He then ordered.

"Yes!" The deputy turned around to make arrangements.

Hound is a leader of the Iron Hill Mercenary Group. He has the strength of a bronze warrior, and his subordinates are basically cannon fodder wearing leather armor.

The team he led is composed of new members, and is used to test the enemy's situation.

Unknowingly, the sun sets.

Simon finished dinner, and the soldiers were on alert. There were two longbowmen on each of the six watchtowers.

According to the captured young man, the Iron Hill Mercenary Group may attack tonight, but it is just a feint to test.

If they think they can deal with it, they will bring elite troops to attack. If they think it is too hard to chew, they will give up.

In the past, the Iron Hill Mercenary Group acted like this.

To be honest, Simon didn't want to fight with them. It would be better to have the War Spear Mercenary Group in front. It would be a waste if they didn't use it.

But now there is no way, so he can only try his best to protect himself.

Simon waited until midnight, but there was still no movement. It was dark and quiet outside.

He thought it was not a good idea to stay up all night like this, so he divided the soldiers into two teams, taking turns to rest and keep watch.

Because he was covered by the wooden house, he was not worried about stray arrows, and he also fell asleep with Winnies in his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, Simon was awakened by a noise, and immediately sat up, grabbed the sword next to the mattress, and listened carefully.

There were indeed people who came to make trouble, but they were just shooting arrows outside the log wall.

The servants were shocked and ran to the west wooden wall to avoid arrows.

At this time, Winnies also woke up. She was still sleeping very deeply, and said sleepily: "Simon, what's wrong?"

"Sure enough, someone came to feint and attack. It should be the Iron Hill Mercenary Group. Help me put on the armor." Simon said in a deep voice.

He immediately grabbed the armor beside him and began to put it on. Winnies reached out to help. After a while, he was wearing it tightly.

He then took up his sword and left the wooden house. He was not afraid of stray arrows. The armor even covered his face with chain mail, and the other parts were also thick.

Ordinary bows and arrows really couldn't penetrate.

Simon was thinking this when an arrow suddenly hit the door frame, making a "dong" sound, which scared him. He quickly bent down and closed the door.

"Wines, stay inside first, there are people shooting arrows at us outside." He shouted.

"Okay!" someone inside responded.

At this time, several light infantrymen with shields came over to protect Simon, and Sarit was among them.

"My lord, it's too dark outside, and our archers can't see the enemy." He said anxiously.

Simon heard this, thought for a moment, opened the door, and said: "Wines, come out and cast a light spell, our archers' vision is blocked."

"Oh!" She responded, bent down and stepped out, and the light infantry immediately raised their shields to protect her.

"Send someone to get my staff, otherwise it will be a bit slow to cast. I didn't burn the light rune in the spiritual sea."

Winness arched into Simon's arms, and while speaking, she broke free from his embrace, and the iron armor hurt her badly.

"Go get the staff, it's in the most luxurious carriage." Simon ordered immediately.

"Yes!" A light infantry responded and ran away immediately.

As for the spiritual sea that Winness mentioned, it is an entry-level magician, or a formal magician, who relies on himself to open up a spiritual space.

As long as the spell rune is constructed in the spiritual sea, the relevant spell can be cast quickly without reciting cumbersome spells.

In addition, in addition to increasing the power of the spell and reducing the consumption of mana, the staff also has effects similar to the spell rune.

However, it is relatively simple, usually only one to three spell runes can be carried, and those that can carry three are basically top-grade staffs.

And Winness's staff was called the Glory of Protection, which could cast lighting and healing spells, which was quite rare.

After a while, the running light infantryman brought the staff over.

Simon took it and handed it to Winness, and then grabbed a wooden iron shield from the soldier's hand and raised it to protect his woman.

After she grasped the staff with both hands, she immediately walked to a watchtower under the protection of Simon and others...

In the dark jungle outside the camp, the hound and more than 30 archers wearing only leather armor shot arrows in there.

They were waiting for the people in the camp to rush out, so that they could roughly find out how many troops this team had.

When the hound was staring at the log wall, he saw a dazzling white ball of light rising from a watchtower.

"Not good!" He was startled and was about to turn around and dive into the dense forest when an arrow whizzed through his eyeballs and into his brain.

Sarit, who shot the fatal arrow, had no idea that he had hit a big fish. He continued to bend his bow and shoot arrows with a gloomy face, harvesting the next life.

The illumination technique only lasted for seventeen or eighteen breaths, but in this short period of time, Sarit and the longbowmen shot and killed more than a dozen people from the Iron Hill Mercenary Group.

They all scattered and went into the dense forest, panicking and not knowing where to go. Some even suffered from the poisonous hands of dark creatures.

Occasionally, there are corpses and wandering corpses in the dense forest. The former is quite dangerous, and the latter can be killed by ordinary woodcutters if you pay attention.

Simon rejected Aire's proposal to lead the troops to pursue, and ordered: "Everyone stay in the camp and don't go out before dawn.

Mad, arrange some supper. After eating, the longbowmen, light and heavy infantry, and cavalry will all go to rest. The militia and ordinary archers will be divided into three groups to take turns to guard the night!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded, and Sarit immediately began to arrange the groups.

Mad also went to prepare food. It was still a little chilly at night, so he took the servants to set up an iron pot, cooked wheat porridge, and added a few large pieces of butter.

Such a gruel full of oil and water made the soldiers very satisfied.

Simon also felt a little hungry, and shared half a white bread and a few spoons of cheese with Winnies, and then went to sleep in the wooden house.

They didn't take off their armor, so they couldn't hug each other.

Winnies also lay down directly in her wizard robe, and her staff was placed next to the mattress. If there was an unexpected event, she could get up and deal with it.

When they woke up again, the sun was shining.

But breakfast was still being prepared. They walked out of the cabin side by side, stretched their bodies, and looked up at the sky.

The sky was clear blue, dotted with white clouds. It was another good day today.