Vol 2 Chapter 75

Scene 75: Night Attack (Part 1)

"There are acquaintances, Kaos--"

The man in the black knight's training suit looked at the bonfire in the dark forest far below the rolling hills. The gray wolf mercenary regiment seemed to be sleeping in a large cradle. The direction of the camp was silent. Only the wind from the west of the sea dived into the night, and the forest responded to the rustling sound.

Seems like Hai Tao.

It was like a monster screaming far in the mountains, and the howling came far away.

The tall monster used a huge bone claw to drag a female sentinel's fuzzy body out of the woods-if Brando must be recognized here, this hunter from the mountain people had seen him in the afternoon . But at this moment it also turned into a lifeless body. The monster made a rattling sound in the empty chest cavity. The orange flames in its eyes flashed a little, and he was dissatisfied with the understatement of the knight in black. "It's not your turn to teach me, little guy."

The monster's voice creaked dry, reminiscent of clockwork that had fallen into disrepair over time.

It straightened up and dropped the body. The dead mercenary fell into a bush like a puppet, and the crackling of the broken branches extended for thirty-four feet. However, it is too far from the camp of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps, and it is difficult for this sound to reach such a long distance-especially on a windy night.

The knight in black still frowned at his companion--

He saw a group of ghost-like blue, glowing translucent spiders 'squeak' and screamed straight down from the canopy ...

...

"Pata" sounded softly.

Brando froze and looked at the card that fell out of his pocket and lay flat on the ground under the lamp. The card had turned gray—a sperm spider, had entered the cemetery. But instead of feeling heartache for the first time, he picked up the card, stunned, and immediately raised his head to extinguish the oil lamp. It was all dark, and the farthest lights outside the tent were a hundred feet away.

So fast.

He had some surprises.

In the evening, the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps chose this camp in a sheltered mountain stream. Brando suggested to 'Maned Wolf Macaroo' that their men and women should be separated a little farther to save each other's suspicion. Macaroo and Buga agreed slightly, although they were slightly surprised. Brando didn't trust them, so why didn't they rest assured that the young men's group, the two parties who were born with evil spirits reached a consensus.

However, Macaro would never have expected that Brando wanted to use this reason to escape in the middle of the night.

The young man got out of the tent because his skin shrank slightly when he came in contact with the cold air. Although the mountains of Chablis were immersed in the heat and heat throughout the long day, the temperature in the canyon at night fell sharply, and the travelers were not prepared. If you are in a tent or a sleeping bag, you will also be cold. Then he glanced left and right. Several shadowy figures in the distance could not escape his perception. Although Brando had not received professional training, the perception of 3.7 energy levels was equivalent to those talents for ordinary people. Alas, someone who can hear the sound of a needle tip falling a hundred meters away in a silent night.

He thought to himself that it seemed that Macarro was only skeptical of them and had no malicious intentions against them.

After confirming that no one was closer, he carefully drilled out. The young man was now fully armed, wearing nail armor, carrying all necessary weapons and tools, and dragging a backpack with one hand, which contained the necessary water and food. Then he approached a tent not far away and patted it on the cloth. After a few seconds, a curious voice came out:

"Is Brando?"

"Roman, why are you here!" Brando made a black line, and he repeatedly confirmed that this was indeed Antitina's tent.

"A surprise!" Miss Merchant laughed softly in the tent, "Koko", a little smug.

"Surprise you."

Brando turned back angrily, and saw Antitina digging out of Roman's tent while pulling her hair, her face a little apologetic, but Brando knew that if Roman had any idea, he wouldn't care. What others think. He sighed and apologized to the noble lady: "Trouble you ..."

Antinina froze.

A slight smile appeared on the face of the aristocrat Qianjin. She glanced at the tent behind Brando, and she said, "You can see, Lord Lord, you really like Miss Roman." She said with a mouth. .

Brando nodded.

He is driven by Miss Merchant, not just because he feels kind to such a young girl with an unrestrained temperament. This kind of kindness may come from Brando's soul. On the other hand, Miss Roman was the first intimate person he knew in this world, and he had a special feeling for her.

Besides, this merchant lady is clever and easy-going, and few people will dislike her.

Although Brando's life is only nineteen years old, the one soul in his body determines that he is no longer that shy young man. He knows what he should pursue and what responsibility he should pay. He opened a corner of the tent door, and sure enough he saw the young lady behind him looking at him with a smile.

"Ready?" He asked.

Roman and Antitina nodded.

Brando looked up, as if in response to his movements, and dozens of figures came out of the dozens of tents around him. Without talking to each other, they began to put up their tents silently. Although these mercenaries were fully armed and strapped with all kinds of metal weapons, there was a little voice between his actions. Or sent out.

Antinina was the first time to see Brando's 'summoned from cards', but a flash of wonder quickly flashed in her bright eyes: a good group of trained mercenaries, he was Where did you find these people?

Ruby's mercenaries can leave a later reputation on the long river of history, naturally it will not be in vain. The type of creature summoned by the destiny card is a symbol of a collective concept, which means that the twelve mercenaries are a group of 'heroes' who can best reflect the advantages of Rubis mercenaries, loyalty, honor, morale, and discipline Rigorous and not as afraid of death and suffering as real creatures, they are probably the best soldiers ever seen in this world.

Unfortunately, Brando thinks the number is still too small.

But even that was enough to make Antitina speechless. She couldn't help but touch her cheek quickly, and then looked at Brando, suspecting that she was dreaming

——This aristocrat is not without contact with mercenaries. The aristocrats will deal with these guys more or less because of their industry. Of course, except for those land scums and scums, most mercenaries have more or less with soldiers. contact.

But that's all.

Antitina has never seen the best mercenaries than the Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps that she has been with these days. The mane wolf Macaroo will naturally not be a general generation. Comparing these twelve people with multiple hands, it is simply a difference between clouds and mud. The mercy inherently scattered in these people can not be seen, they seem to have something hard to see in mercenaries-

The girl frowned, and for a moment she could not confirm what it was.

But then there was a flash of light, and she remembered the difference-pride and honor. She took a breath, and few mercenaries who depended on fighting to maintain their livelihood always maintained a sacred sense of honor in their profession, which was more similar to the knight's sense of honor. She couldn't help but take another look at Brando, thinking in her mind that these people were not mercenaries at all, but family members brought by the young man from the family.

The more she wanted to be more certain.

The young aristocrat left the family and broke out of his own land, which was like the plot described in the legend. So that when she first heard Brando's words, she still had a little yearning-after all, anyone's heart had a yearning for romance and adventure. Even Antitina, who had received the most orthodox education since she was a child, is no exception.

The story of a young knight who started from scratch eventually smashed the country. This kind of story is an irresistible temptation for a girl of her age who has received such a degree of education.

But now it seems that the Lord Lord is not entirely self-made--

There was a hint of surprise as if she had discovered a little secret, and of course she was not frustrated by it. On the contrary, the aristocrat was relieved in her heart-she convinced herself that at least it showed that Brando was prepared, not the kind of acting blindly, and only wanted to act like an archaic and **** hoe.

However, Brando apparently did not expect that his subordinates would have so many associations just because they saw a group of 'card soldiers' under him. Of course, if he knew what Antitina was thinking at the moment, he would find a way to come back a few more times, so he might as well gather a lot of loyal family members without much effort.

But he didn't care about it at the moment.

He soon found himself in a little trouble. Twelve Rubis mercenaries quickly packed the camp here, but they gathered together and were waiting for the next order. Brando suddenly noticed that two figures from the gray wolf were far away. The mercenary's camp approached. He frowned immediately, he had seen one of the two figures coming over—

It is a white-haired young man Reddy.

Brando immediately thought whether the other party was aware of the movement here, but he pressed the suspicion immediately, because the two people were obviously not coming towards them. He calculated the course of the opponent, but should be inserted between their camp and the camp of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps, he hesitated a little-these two guys want to go outside the camp?

Traitor?

Brando immediately thought of a possibility.