Chapter 1081

The sudden battle ended almost silently.

Thinking that the enemy was just a group of deserters passing by the caravan, the Byrne Knight did not straighten out the queue at all. When they gathered to form the shield wall, they launched a "wall mounted charge" - a long and narrow formation of 1500 heavy knights in three rows, sweeping across the open platform like a bright sword.

In one round, more than half of the deserters rushed out, and there were broken bodies knocked down by iron horses, trampled by horseshoes, beheaded by big swords and pierced by long guns.

A very small number of "former officers" shouted to let the soldiers line up in situ; However, the "Legion soldiers" who have degenerated from soldiers to bandits have no idea of obeying orders at all, and run away on both sides of the battlefield like a group of rabbits.

Seeing that the enemy began to flee, the Byrne Knights whistled one after another, threw away their lances and replaced them with sabers, crossbows and big swords, and began to hunt the deserters who lost their fighting spirit in groups.

From the confrontation between the two armies, the battle quickly evolved into unilateral massacre, recovery and mending of knives; The unarmed deserters fell to their knees and were beheaded by the Knights before they could beg for mercy.

Heavily equipped Knights formed a circle near the battlefield, hunting those headless flies who were lucky; The lightly equipped Ranger Knights pulled out their sabers, bows and crossbows, and showed their bows and arrows, riding and chopping skills incisively and vividly in the "hunting ground" designated by the Knights.

More than 3000 heavy infantry fought against 1500 cavalry who were tired of horsepower and manpower after a long journey. The Byrne Knights once again proved that no matter how many infantry could not form a square array in the open land, they could only be killed by one side.

In one hour, the Byrne Knights completely annihilated the "deserter corps" in only one hour, leaving only a few alive - this was saved by the demon hunters, otherwise they would not have a second end except being completely annihilated.

And... Still zero.

After the battle, the excited Byrne Knights gathered around the black haired wizard and reported the results of the battle to their Duke on the bloody battlefield.

Looking at the prisoners kneeling on the ground with a bit of indignation in their frightened look, Loren was almost sure that these people were the legions defeated from eboden and one of the most elite veterans of the Empire.

Because the commander of the flag regiment who had adhered to eboden with Loren looked at himself with the same eyes - rustic, silent and a bit of pride of "emperor's own soldiers".

"Empty city?"

"Yes, Duke, the saxophone deserter said that there is only an empty city left in the melting pot town!" the expression of Baron malos in the middle of the lake city was a little excited:

"Their sentry found our team, but they thought it was just a big caravan trying to kill a wave of fat sheep, so they set out in full force!"

"Not only that, we also asked about the alchemists in the melting pot town, and the results were far beyond our expectations." the count of white horse peak, regrell, added:

"These scum... They only captured the peripheral towns, and almost all the craftsmen and wizards withdrew to the college in the town - it was built completely according to the scale of churches and castles. It was very strong and difficult to capture. That is to say..."

"That is to say, we'll go there at once and have time to save the Wizards!" lanmalos directly pushed away regrell and snapped.

Lauren was a little stunned and his expression was a little surprised.

After the battle of blood skeleton Valley, the proud Knights such as Byrne finally realized the value of wizards - there was no floating city and Jiao lightsaber, no alchemy bombs and all kinds of projection weapons, and the helpless defenders of blood skeleton valley were probably drowned by the endless rotten corpse demons before the final decisive charge.

Ignoring the eager expressions of the Knights around, the black haired wizard turned his eyes to the deserter who was kneeling on the ground and still staring at himself.

"What's your name?"

The prisoner kneeling on the ground looked at the young man known as the "Duke" in front of him with a little fear, with a little caution in his eyes, just a slight low hum.

Then in exchange for a fierce kick from Lucian.

"Poop!"

The heavy iron boots kicked on the back of the prisoner's head, and a face was "stuffed" into the soil - the unprovoked action startled the Byrne Knights around.

"Answer the Duke's question, or you'll die." the grey pupil said coldly, "there are many prisoners, and we don't mind killing a few to make an example."

"Then kill me, try it!" the prisoner shouted as he struggled. The voice of the broken wind was mixed with several jumping teeth and blood spilled from his mouth: "come on, little Elman, I'm not a saxophone when I frown!"

"I like this guy."

Langmaros, the careless Earl of Lake City, grinned and didn't care about the black cheeks of the gray pupil boy next to him, and pointed to the struggling prisoners on the ground with his chin:

"Hang him, and remember to blind his eyes and block his mouth; the more ugly this kind of tough guy dies, the more it can scare those who don't like to pretend to be tough guys."

The prisoner's face on his knees changed - especially when he saw the gray pupil nodding seriously and looking around like looking for a rope... - but he still gritted his teeth and kept silent.

The thoughtful black haired wizard was always silent, and his eyes were always looking at the prisoner's every move.

He had a faint feeling that something was wrong.

Scattered deserters... Rebels... Lonely, still holding furnace town... Muddy battlefield

"Everyone, leave."

The black haired wizard gave some abrupt orders, which made the people around him look at each other.

"Duke, this scum like deserter is not worth your effort..."

"Lucian led the wings of the sky to the port to prepare for the coming sailboat." before they finished, Loren, who did not lift his head, ordered himself:

"Lanmalos, the Earl of Lake City, led the Ranger knight to clean the battlefield as soon as possible; regrell, the Earl of white horse peak, led the Byrne knight to follow the wings of the sky - if the port is occupied by rebels or elves, attack and attack, and then send a signal immediately."

"Yes --!!!"

Even though they were full of questions, they still obeyed the orders and led their teams to turn and leave.

In the twinkling of an eye, there were only Loren and the prisoners kneeling on the ground, plus several demon hunters who guarded in the distance.

The silent prisoner tightly pursed his bleeding mouth, and his suspicious eyes kept flashing.

"Well, it's still the problem just now." staring at each other calmly, Loren said faintly: "name?"

"Luo, Ron..." the prisoner twitched his throat and said warily, "I'm the centurion of the fifth flag regiment of the third Legion under Lord Severin desallion."

"Just a centurion, not a medium-level officer?"

"My family was born as a tenant farmer, not a nobleman, and was not eligible for promotion." the prisoner swallowed his blood and saliva. "Please believe me, I have told your subordinates everything I can say. There is nothing left, Duke... Lord."

"You are the centurion of the Legion under the command of the Minister of military affairs. You should serve in the camp where the eboden defense line confronts the elves." Lauren continued to ask, "how did you appear in melting pot town?"

"Our camp collapsed and was attacked - there were as many rabbit masters as real rabbits, and we couldn't stop them at all; we fought and retreated, guarded and ran, and then..."

"Ran to furnace town?"

"Yes!"

The prisoner with wide eyes nodded desperately.

The dark haired wizard smiled.

"You see, I'd like to believe you." Lauren said, "but in order to make me believe you more, I have to ask you to answer me a few questions."

"The first -- you said that the Wizards in melting pot town hid in the college and haven't been attacked yet; my subordinates haven't been here, so they don't know that the warehouse in melting pot town is not in the college, but in the town -- so even if they hide in the college, they are unarmed."

"Then there are those alchemists. I have dealt with them; they may be very good at making weapons, but most of them have never fought a war. The wizard college in melting pot town is not a fortress with high city and deep pool. How do they treat you outside?"

"If you guessed right, you should still have a batch of projection weapons in your hands - catapults, heavy crossbows and small movable torque catapults, which should be easy for you to attack a not too strong wizard college?"

"We..."

There was a flash of panic on the prisoner's face - although it was only a flash, it was still caught by Loren.

"But... Let's assume that what you said is true. The Wizards in melting pot town hid in the college and couldn't get out, and you couldn't attack it all the time - at this time, you found a caravan passing by and ready to rob; it sounds reasonable, but..."

"Unfortunately, you occupied the melting pot town; the town is small, but the materials are quite sufficient. It's not easy to feed and arm thousands of people." Lauren continued, looking straight into his increasingly frightened eyes:

"In that case, for a rebel army like you who occupied an important workshop and military material distribution center of the Empire, what is the need to attack an unknown number of caravans?"

"It's strange. Shouldn't you stick to the melting pot at this time to ensure that these materials won't fall into the hands of other deserters, rebels or wandering Azores?"

With a sigh, Loren looked at the speechless "former Centurion" and smiled: "so according to my understanding of the surrounding situation and the answers you gave, I made the following judgment."

"My subordinates told me that there are many villages around melting pot town, but now all these villages have been burned, killed and looted by you and the Azores - the only difference is that some villages have been slaughtered, but the property and so on have not been moved, and there are no signs of resistance."

"So... I guess the reason why there is no trace of resistance in those villages is that they have also taken refuge in you; you have occupied the melting pot town, gathered and extended your forces around, and become the 'Lord' around here."

"It's not that there is no resistance, but those who can resist have joined you. There is only the old and weak women and children left in the village... There is certainly no room for resistance in the face of the butcher's knife of the Azores."

The smile on Loren's face gradually disappeared, and his expression became colder and colder: "as for why you set out - it must be the Azores who fled to East Saxony. After sweeping the surrounding villages, they also began to attack the melting pot town."

"You know who I am, so don't be surprised; I know exactly what the tactics of the Azores are."

"Even if you are sitting on the weapons and supplies of the melting pot town, you don't dare to fight directly with the elves. You plan to run away as soon as you hear the slightest news."

"You didn't come for us, you just ran into us when you were running - I guess you were going all the way north to take refuge in Brandon de sallion, right?" Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit:

"If you deceive us, we will go to receive the empty melting pot town and collide with the Azores coming this way."

"Next, whether the battle result is victory or defeat, it has nothing to do with you - because even if I die in the hands of the Azores, I can't take revenge on you."

"Brandon can't blame you for being a deserter... He's recruiting the army. What he needs most is that you are such an experienced low-level officer; and when you come back from eboden, you have very important information about the Azores."

"So in any case, you can save your life and even get a blessing in disguise. By fawning on Brandon, you become a little aristocrat in East Saxony and own a small piece of land in a remote place."

"Is what I said... Right?"

The silent prisoner lowered his head, and his bleeding lips trembled as if he didn't know how to answer; Suddenly, there was a thrill all over the body. Originally, only the trembling of cheeks suddenly began to "spread", and the whole body was shaking violently; Like convulsions, the bleeding mouth kept spraying white foam with blood bubbles,

Lauren frowned - he had seen a lot of tricks in his previous life and this life.

But the next second, things suddenly changed.

"Your insight... Is as sharp as ever, Loren Turin."

The prisoner with his head down suddenly looked up and stared at Lauren with his eyes wide open.

The eyes were not white pupils, but filled with gray blue liquid as thick as plasma, which was constantly overflowing from his eyes.

The icy, shivering force of the void... Came to my face.