Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 141

  ps: I feel that the book friends are very dissatisfied with the arrangement of the sorceress, don't worry, there will be better.

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Each village in the baronies has a certain number of soldiers stationed, and some strong peasants have been assigned a lot of old weapons that have been eliminated. They are also armed and receive basic military training. The peasants hold old, The spears and blunt swords with some gaps in the iron tips, starting from basic walking in line and spear thrusting, the instructors responsible for training them are very attentive, and the strict and harsh training has caused many farmers to complain.

   During this period, there were also many funny farces.

Two drunk ranger knights broke into the granary of the farmer's house late at night, and were mistaken by the master as a thief who stole the food. The knights fled with their heads in their hands and howled endlessly. This incident became a joke for many people in the baronial area before and after dinner.

However, a few young men with the best training were selected into the baronial army. They were given new armor and weapons, and they were given three meals a day according to the standard of ordinary soldiers. The thought of the hard work of training has the opportunity to change their own. In life, the farmers also grit their teeth and persevere, sweating in training is much stronger than sweating in the farmland!

A typical example is Sir Gavin, the captain of the halberd battalion, who participated in every battle for two years, killed countless enemies, and was finally rewarded by the baron's generosity, knighting, and rewarding him with a It is said that Sir Gavin's manor earns more than 20 gold coins a year, enough to sustain an ordinary farmer for more than ten years.

   There are many people who are jealous, but more envious.

As the wind of the competition selection became louder and louder, more and more young knights rushed to Oak Town who were eager for titles or honors. The children in the territory who longed for knightly adventures rejoiced all day long. The luxurious ranger knight appeared on the road at the entrance of the village, and the children couldn't help but stepped forward and watched with wide eyes. The knight on the horse raised his whip, which caused a burst of cheers.

   One morning in late winter, Sanhe Village, east of the Baron Draco, welcomed an uninvited guest.

The uninvited guest with silver-white shawl and long hair rode a fat and strong trotting horse, with many bags hanging on both sides behind the saddle, as well as the head of a minotaur, and behind the uninvited guest was a silver sword sloping back. Wearing two short fire guns, wearing a witch hunter's black trench coat and tight leather armor for easy mobility, a scarf decorated with rubies around the raised neckline, and the black high-heeled boots of the stockings with metallic luster at the front, built-in The mystery may be hiding sharp iron thorns.

   The uninvited guest wore a triangular pointed hat slanted, with a white iris adorned on one side, and a mask on her face, revealing only indifferent, gloomy reddish-brown eyes.

   Judging from the iron imperial cross pendant on his full and protruding chest, this is a high-level witch hunter of the Holy Sigmar Knights under the Church of Justice.

  The villagers on the side of the road involuntarily stepped back, and at the same time carefully called back the children, for fear of attracting the attention of the uninvited guest.

  Because once traces of heresy corruption are found in the village, witch hunters are very likely to take extreme measures to eliminate corruption at all costs.

   They knew very well the horror of the witch hunter. The villagers glanced at the witch hunter on horseback and whispered.

   "How did the witch hunters come to the Baron's land?"

   "These ruthless people who are killed by the gods, wherever they go, they will bring disaster. I really hope this guy will leave soon."

   "Go and inform the knights stationed in our village!"

   A few villagers hurriedly ran towards the other side of the village, and the rest of the people who were standing in the same place responded with suspicion and distrust, watching the witch hunter on horseback.

Facing the whispers among the villagers, the witch hunter was very indifferent. It was obvious that she was used to this kind of life. Her silver hair hanging down on her forehead covered her reddish brown eyes, and she glanced at the sign at the fork in the road. The Imperial language reads "Draco Baron - Three Rivers Village".

A villager pushing a wheelbarrow passed by the witch hunter tremblingly. Out of nervousness and fear, his hands trembled and he walked forward bravely. The villager said in his heart: Bless Lady Luck, don't pay attention to me, never mind. notice me

   "Stop." The cold female voice said, "Tell me how far it is from the Oak Town where Baron Draco is located."

"Hmm." The villager who turned his back to the witch hunter froze, his Adam's apple rolled, and he slowly turned around and replied in a low voice: "It's not too far, Lord Witch Hunter, just keep walking in this direction. "

"Well, thank you." The witch hunter's tone was cold, and she asked again: "Is there a task on the notice board in the village? I can solve the intractable troubles such as ghouls, beastmen, fallen heretics, etc. that haunt nearby. help you deal with it."

   "Uh, let me think about it. Our village is very safe recently, nothing special has happened, you may be disappointed, Lord Witch Hunter." The villager thought for a while and shook his head.

   "Well, peaceful villages are rare." The witch hunter saw that there was no quest to pick up, and she had no intention of staying in the village, so she chose to leave.

   After the witch hunter rode away on horseback, several knights stationed in the village rushed to the village. The knight in charge asked the surrounding villagers, "Where's the witch hunter? Which direction did he go?"

   "She's heading towards Oak Town, Lord Knight!"

   The leader knight pulled the reins and said coldly, "Hurry up and report to the baron!"

"Yes!"

  Oak Town, in the courtyard of the lord's longhouse.

   "Hu~hu~~" After finishing the morning exercise, Baron Draco, who was wearing a simple military uniform and steaming with sweat, retracted his two-handed sword into its sheath. It was four or five times the size of a half-sword in a knight's hand, which was specially forged by the dwarf rune blacksmith Langone.

A knight squire handed a jug of water, and Lailen drank a large part of it. He exhaled a long breath of relief. At this moment, a footstep came from the corridor of the courtyard: "My baron, there is something for you to take care of. ."

"Pitman? Didn't you supervise the construction of the Chapel of the Knights?" Laylen asked in surprise. The baron threw the two-handed sword to Adrian, and only Adrian could catch the sword. Horror Weight: "Did something happen?"

   "It's like this, Baron, a witch hunter came from outside Oaktown. She said she was invited by you."

  Lyren nodded and instructed his affairs officer: "You go and arrange to receive that witch hunter, let her wait for a while, and I will see her in a while."

   "Clear, Baron." Pittman turned and left the courtyard.

   The witch hunter is waiting on the second floor of the lord's longhouse.

"Please sit down, witch hunter, wait a moment, the baron will be here soon." A waiter handed over drinks, Pittman gestured, "If you need anything, you can tell the waiter, I still have official business at hand, No more entertaining."

   "Yeah." She nodded lightly, her eyes turned away, as if no one was near.

The   Officer glanced at this strange witch hunter, shook his head, and turned to leave.

There is only one witch hunter left in the whole room. She is used to observing the situation in advance and remembering the location of everything. When dealing with a sudden crisis, she can immediately make the best countermeasures. .

Afterwards, the witch hunter sat on the armchair with her legs raised. She took off her mask, revealing her beautiful face, and put the silver sword she was wearing beside her boots. There was a touch of scarlet on her lips. The temperament exudes from the inside out, like a thorny black rose blooming at midnight.

Apparently this is the room where the local lord used to work. The furnishings are very simple. The wooden floor is covered with animal fur, and some of the baron's collection and trophies are hung on the wall. The long wooden table is set in the inner position. Behind the table and chairs, a handle The heavy warhammer is placed on the weapon table. If you guessed correctly, it is the weapon that the owner of this room loves to use.

After coming to the Baron of Draco, she felt something different. Although the environment and customs of other towns were not too different, the atmosphere here, quiet and peaceful, may be the outstanding charm of the heroes of the empire. .

  The name of the hero of the Empire resounded throughout the Old World. The story of Lallen Wald's battle at Sessenmond was even sung by the bard and his name was widely spread in the world of order.

   There is not too much expensive decoration, no publicity, in other words, this room is not suitable for a baron, but more like the residence of a capable and enthusiastic young official of the empire.

   The witch hunter's reddish-brown eyes narrowed slightly, "Interesting."

   After waiting for a few minutes, the baron finally appeared, and it could be seen that he was in a very good spirit: "Ms. Eureka? You are younger and more beautiful than I thought."

  Lyren paused, then added: "Actually, more beautiful."

"Well, thank you." The witch hunter's tone was flat, she showed indifference, and at the same time took out a letter, "This is the letter that Lord Krill of Bray Town entrusted me to give to you, and now I will hand it over to you. In your hands, baron."

"Okay." Laylen took the letter and checked that the wax seal was fine, so he nodded to indicate that he had received it: "The heretical sect that you and your witch hunter partner discovered in Pavesley City is also me. You have been secretly investigating with Earl Delavan, and obviously you have a lot of useful information."

   "Can you tell me a deeper secret of that heretic sect?" Lallen asked calmly.

"It's a sect that advocates the Chaos Evil God Tzeentch. It's very special. Most of the merchants we often investigate favor the Evil God Slaanesh, because merchants can easily fall into pleasure because of their desire for money." Named Yuli Card's witch hunter said in a low voice, "As for more information, we encountered resistance, so we couldn't find out."

   "Resistance from what? Another heretical sect, or" said Lallen, puzzled.

Eureka paused, then continued: "In the process of interrogation, we got a name, Remo Hurtado, the successor of an ancient family in Midden, who is also from Pavesley City. One of the city council members, he had some more valuable information, and then, including me, a total of four witch hunters infiltrated Remo Hurtado's castle at midnight."

   "There was an accident, right."

"A Tzeentch ecstasy, the demon devoured Remo Hurtado, dozens of Horrors surrounded and attacked us, and just like that, I lost three subordinates." Eureka remained indifferent in her words, Laylen could hear anger.

After a brief silence, Lallen changed the subject: "There has always been someone secretly funding a bandit force called the 'Wolf Thieves Group', and once in a while, Krill and I discovered this secret, a threat, a huge threat. "

"Your Excellency Krill has made it clear to me, Baron, it was already known in Middenheim City." The witch hunter interrupted at an inopportune moment, "You came to your territory with me, there must be another task assigned. give me."

"Yes, please take a seat." Laren walked behind the long wooden table, sat on a chair, and took out a charred cloth from a bag: "Recently, some people have been disappearing. So far, five men have disappeared. , three women, two children and a baby, no blood, no signs of carnage, paladins found some traces in the territory."

   "The target of the assassins, I have no way of knowing, but there are one or two magicians among them, and some kind of teleportation magic, so I need a high-level witch hunter like you to deal with it."

"The smell after the chaotic magic wind is triggered, the smell left by heresy, I am all too familiar with it. After the heretic warlock uses magic, it takes a long time to stabilize the magic wind, so it is easy to find the place where the magic wind gathers. ." Eureka sniffed a little closer, staring at Lallen with indifferent eyes: "I need to make some potions, it is best to have an alchemist's shop in your territory, if things go well, before the next murder, I can finish it. this task."

   "Well, very good, if I complete the task, I will take out fifty gold coins as a reward and thanks."

Witch hunters have never been wealthy, and even a recognized master witch hunter can hardly earn a hundred gold coins a year. In the event of glory, the commoners were also afraid of the witch hunters, and they were equally afraid that the witch hunters would burn them alive in the middle of the night, or tied them to a wooden frame and burned them at the stake.

   "Very generous, baron, that's not a small number." The witch hunter pinned the kite hat off, showing a little respect, she picked up the silver sword with the hollow pattern gauntlet next to her boots, got up and was about to leave.

"Ms. Eureka, do you need to arrange a hotel room for you?" Lallen also stood up and asked, "It must have been very hard to run from Middenheim until now, you'd better take a good rest, of course, if you need it. "

Eureka turned around, her drooping silver curly hair fluttered with her body, and her eyes glanced at Laren, many nobles forgot that this was a thorny rose because of the witch hunter's appearance, but, in front of her eyes This Baron Lallen, known as the hero of the Empire, looked sincere in his eyes.

   "No need, thank you." Eureka declined quietly.

   However, she paused for a few seconds and said in a soft tone: "Can you take me to see where the incident happened? Baron."

"No problem, if you don't mind, just wait a little longer." Lallen stood up, the baron was in a good mood: "There are too many knights in the territory, I easily show up, it is easy to attract unnecessary attention, wait for me to change clothing."

   "Of course, Baron."

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