The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Then please stay in my camp. If there is an accident on the battlefield, my messenger will inform you immediately. Madam, please trust him. He is my rebel and an honest young man." The White Knight Nodded to the bard, and then looked at the two demon hunters, "Come on, it's no longer suitable for you to stay here."

"Thank you, you are a good person." Zelin nodded to Serchik. "Good luck to you."

"War is not luck, demon hunter, you can keep it for yourself."

Chapter 1347: The Beginning of the Conspiracy

According to ordinary people's standards, Serchik seems to have no characteristics, but his seriousness and meticulousness seem incompatible in the barracks in Adian. A pious, brave and loyal knight is really rare in this army of farmers and robbers.

The willows on the banks of the river were left with bare willow branches fluttering in the wind. The wide Punta River was sparkling in the noon sun, and the yellowed reeds swayed neatly under the direction of the river breeze. Sabina stood on the river beach, squinting at the soldiers marching forward under the command of the centurions. This is a high ground. Van der Grift set up his headquarters here, just to overlook the scheduled battlefield below, as well as the lifeless Aden barracks in the distance under the white sunlight.

"Nvaedeoiing"

The sorcerer closed her eyes, put her wand on the ground, and recited a jerky spell. Chaos magic woven into a net in front of her, sweeping across the wide battlefield in front of her. This is a flat wasteland, and a dilapidated tower full of weeds stands nearby. Like the Kodwin who had begun their march, Aden’s army left the camp and began to lay a slender and wide front in front of the enemy in a defensive posture. A group of farmers wearing only breastplates and helmets holding spears, hiding behind planks, roadblocks and trucks, yelled at the cavalry of the Brown Flag camp who had experienced the Battle of Brunner.

But Van der Grift ordered the army to stop advancing. His instinct told him that his opponent Serchik would not send a group of farmers without much combat power to resist the assault of the most elite Brown Flag Battalion heavy cavalry, so he sent a team. The scouts went to survey and ordered Sabina to use magic to find the Adenites.

The breeze blew across the hills between the Kodwin Army and the Aden Barracks, and the power of magic was as reliable as ever. Sabina quickly found the ambushes hidden in the knee-length grass, behind the towering rocks and on the hills, at least Five hundred heavily armed spearmen and archers lay in ambush on the battlefield.

Feeling the image of magic feedback in her mind, Sabina worked very hard to suppress the urge to smile. Van der Graft is a bastard, but probably no one in the Kodwin army knows war better than him. His judgment on the battlefield was correct, and Serchik ambushed a few professional soldiers in Aden. But a general is just a general, and Van der Grift understands war, but he only understands war.

"Sa\'deomenNaiv\'end"

The light in the sapphire at the end of the staff became stronger and stronger, and the nearby soldiers who watched her stepped back with a disgusted expression, and patted their sleeves as if cleaning up dust. Sabina didn't notice this, her eyes closed tightly, and in the vision in her mind, the scout cavalry who was about to find Aden's ambush suddenly thought that they had completed their mission. They tightened the reins and began to turn back to the camp. After the scout cavalry evacuated, the female warlock seemed to be able to feel the ambushing soldiers breathe a sigh of relief.

This will surely bring no small surprises, whether it is Van der Graft or Serchik.

"It's over." She smiled and said to the two soldiers behind her. "Go back and meet Van der Grift."

There is only a trail leading to Van der Grift’s command post. Thirty archers are stationed here. Anyone approaching without permission will be shot into a sieve by the rain of arrows. The sorceress walked up the slope. There were a few horses under the slope. The scouts were reporting to Van der Grift under the leadership of the captain.

"We didn't find any ambushes, General."

"If you miss something, you yourself know what punishment you will be punished."

Van der Grift was sitting on the wooden chair. He saw the female warlock approaching and waved his hand at the scouts, beckoning them to leave.

"They're right, General." Sabina said lightly. She showed a proper smile. The female warlock knew why a smile could make men let go of their vigilance and suspicion. "My magic accurately detected the battlefield. There are no soldiers on the battlefield. You only need to remind the soldiers one thing-watch out for the poisonous snake in the grass. This is the only living thing in the hills ahead. Maybe my magic can't see it. The insects? The Adiantes only have those standing in front of us, and the others are cowards and ran away."

"This is a lie! The snake's lie!" The priest beside the general suddenly screamed. "The Cliff God has made it clear that we can't trust the female warlocks. They only have the greed for power and the desire for carnal desires in their hearts. They are not worthy of trust!"

"Shut up, Crest! Your value on the battlefield is to pray for all the soldiers who have died after we win, instead of gesticulating here!" Van der Grift yelled, "Now, you're better off from Get out of my eyes, otherwise I don’t mind having one more dead on the battlefield."

The reprimanded Pastor Crest was still angry, and he walked directly to the trail, shouting as he walked. "I can't stand this disrespectful place. Let women command the army and let women interfere in politics. Sooner or later, we will all become the ghosts of these vicious women!"

Looking at the figure of the departed priest, Van der Grift waved his hand as if driving away a fly.

"Sergeant!" Among the soldiers standing on both sides, a soldier with a felt hat stepped out and half-kneeled in front of the general. "Go and tell Flavio that the brown flag camp is starting to attack. They will either tear Aden's defense line or they will all die there."

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As Kodwin's most elite army, the Brown Flag Battalion did not play an important role in the invasion of Aden as they did in other wars, and even played the opposite effect.

The disastrous battle started at noon on January 8, 1269. The Brown Flag Battalion first attacked, and then they were ambushed, cut off from the main force and brutally ravaged. Some people think that like the Battle of Brenner, the negligent scouts should bear the primary responsibility. Others claim that more responsibility should be counted on the head of the sorcerer Sabina. Her magic convinced Van der Grift. , But ultimately proved to be unreliable. But in any case, the mistakes in the investigation and the series of events that followed eventually led to the destruction of the fighting force that had existed since the beginning of the Unicorn Dynasty on the battlefield, withdrawing from the stage of history, and being buried with their honorary banner. In the hilly valley near Fojian.

——————- "The Northern War: The First Battle of Forkin"

The first thousand three hundred and forty-eight chapters put to death

"Wait, Ren! Did you hear anything?"

Hearing Zelin's reminder, Ren took the reins and stopped to listen. "What? What sound?" He frowned slightly, then shook his head again. "I didn't hear any sound, what did you hear?"

There were waves of depressive sounds from the horizon, low and continuous, like the muffled thunder before the storm, and like countless beasts running wild. Zelin raised his head, the noon sun stung his eyes, and the cloudless sky seemed to mock him, telling him that this was just an illusion caused by his nervousness.

"...Uh, wait, I do seem to hear something."

The young demon hunter suddenly raised his hand and stretched out a finger. They held their breath and listened carefully to the unusual sound. It's like thunder, but it's not so like a natural sound.

"Is it going to rain? It's impossible." Ren looked around, then denied his suspicion. Obviously, he and Zelin heard the same voice.

"It's impossible..." Suddenly, Zelin noticed that the blue sky of the east was stained with a cloud of clouds. Soon, this cloud of cloud spread quickly like ink dripping into clear water. There is no need for Ze Lin's reminder anymore, thick smoke billows in the eastern sky. Renn urged the horse gently, raising his head with his mouth open, looking at the clouds of smoke flying upright.

"It's fucking... hey! Where are you going?"

Zelin urged the horse abruptly, and the mount trot to lead him to a nearby mound. When approaching the steep edge on the other side of the mound, the demon hunter pulled on the reins, the **** raised his head neighing and stopped at the edge, and a few strands of dirt fell under the horse's footsteps. Rape shook his neck, and the horse's mane flicked like a wave, as if to protest that they could not stand here, because one step further was a steep **** of ten meters high. But compared with the scene before him, this steep **** is nothing at all.

In the brown wasteland below, thousands of soldiers clashed together amidst their shouts.

"God, they're going to war." Renn slowly drove his horse to follow, looking at the scene in front of him, he took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "Lucky takes care of us. Almost, we are going to be squeezed in the middle."

The battle was so intense that Zelin thought it had been going on for several hours.

The cavalry holding the **** banner bypassed the trench in front of the battlefield and launched a fierce attack. The brown flag camp, the demon hunter knew this banner, and he had seen them on the eve of the Battle of Brunner. The guarding infantry hid behind the line of defense composed of trucks and horse-rejecting piles, and counterattacked with arrows and spears. For a moment, under the impact of the heavy cavalry, the line of defense seemed to be torn to pieces in the next second, but soon the cavalry was hit hard. Behind them, there suddenly appeared groups of soldiers waving the flag of Aden, blinking their eyes, the roles of the attacker and the defender were reversed, and more than three hundred heavy cavalry fell into the mud of the enemy. Their impact speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped, and then there was unavoidable death.

"Ah, I think we can go now?" After the impact of the cavalry was caught in the trap of the Adenites, Renn seemed to come back to his senses, he asked Zelin. "While they are killing each other, we cross the river, and then hurry away from here. When the winter is over and we leave Kyle Morhan, we will know the outcome of the war. I bet we can hear at least two kinds of completeness. Different versions."

"Wait, Ren, I think..." Zelin looked at the battlefield in the distance, where they happened to be able to see most of the place. Armed with spears and daggers, Adenian soldiers pulled the heavy cavalry from the Brown Banner Battalion off their horses. Dead horses and corpses were everywhere. Other guard soldiers hid behind the roadblocks and threw objects, shooting dense arrows. "...You go find a fishing boat first."

"Well, I'm going now." Renn glanced at the battlefield one last time, rode down the soil slope, and went to the west to find a boat that could cross the river in the looming fishing village of reeds and river water.

In a patch of yellow, the group of brown figures became less and less. Many of the brown flag battalion cavalry abandoned their horses and relied on a circle around the battle flag to fight against the influx of Adenians, but this could not stop them. Declining, in the end, the Beaver Banner swayed twice and fell down.

The infantry who had just won a wave of victories raised the golden red mountain flag and continued to stand behind the line of defense and verbally insulted the enemy.

"Why don't we attack and rescue our compatriots! I saw the **** flag fall down and the brown flag camp was ambushed!" Pastor Crest, standing behind the wooden bunker, listened to the angry screams of the soldiers beside him. Pray to Cliff God and Goddess Meritelli again.

"Wait, Grover, we are soldiers. Before we receive the order, all we can do is wait." The tenth chief Kony made a quiet gesture to his subordinates. "Waiting for General Van der Grift's order, if anyone dares to leave without permission, I will give him a whip first!"

"This is a disaster, a disaster." Pastor Crest murmured. "The female warlock said that there is no enemy ambush on the battlefield. Her magic deceived us. These female warlocks have always been the source of evil. They are the tools of chaos and the devil's substitute for controlling our world in secret."

"Priest, you are a good and respected person. You are often with us. You are willing to be with us ordinary soldiers in the barracks, marching and fighting, and take care of our wounded and sick." Grover squatted and moved. Coming over, the arrow flew over his head, and at the same time there was a thumping sound from his ear, which was the sound of the arrow hitting the wooden bunker. "Why don't you warn General Van der Grift that the witch lied to us!"

"The general believes in that witch." Crest sat on the ground, knocking on his chest heartbroken. "These witches will make potions to make others fascinated by them. We better pray to the gods now, pray that our generals will make wise decisions, and pray that the gods will protect us from living. Do you believe in gods, good people? "

The captain looked at the soldier, the soldier looked at the priest, the priest looked at the captain, and then the captain looked at the sky.

"I believe it, but I don't think the gods will bother for a small person like me. I haven't entered the temple for two years. The last time it was because of a very beautiful nun who came to the temple of Akalide..."

The humming interrupted the ten captain's memory of the beautiful nun. The messenger was always the one who roared the loudest, because they needed a good voice.

"Get up! Get up! The general orders an offense across the board! Everyone, start offense!"

The first thousand three hundred and forty-nine chapters of the magic disaster

Zelin was not the only one who noticed that the brown flag camp was under siege.

"Didn’t your scouts closely monitor the battlefield, Captain?" a senior officer asked the scout captain. At Van der Grift’s command post, everyone had seen the battlefield. It should have been. A gap was torn in the enemy's defense line, and the Brown Flag Battalion, which opened the way for the follow-up infantry, failed. Their impact was successful, but Aden’s ambush cut off the connection between them and the main force, and the subsequent infantry failed to keep up.