maritime The general's words immediately reminded Char that when he and Kevin rode north, they were intercepted, and the group of archers hiding on the hillside did not look like Odin.
From the perspective of the quality of individual soldiers, those archers are obviously not much different from the Odin in appearance, they do not have the burly and tall figure of the Odin, although they also look very strong, but the difference in height is indelible.
It's not that the Odin people don't have a little shorter stature, but the equipment of that team of archers is too "sophisticated" compared to the Odin.
Each of them is equipped with light and delicate metal armor, the system is obviously not something that the Odin people can have, nor does it mean that the Odin people do not have archers in armor, but the Odin Empire has always lagged far behind the Byzantine Empire in metal forging and craftsmanship, and generally speaking, the weapons and equipment of the Odin warriors only focus on two characteristics: thick and heavy.
The backward metal forging process makes the Odin people not have the strength to equip themselves with well-equipped armor on a large scale, and only in their elite legions will the warriors be equipped with high-quality metal armor to strengthen their defense.
In addition to this, most of the warriors of Odin's army were mainly leather armor.
There are also weapons, those enemies that Char encountered, every archer used a high-quality horn bow, this kind of bow is equipped with threads on the bow horns, which can adjust the bowstring, and use the instrument belt to assist the archer's arm strength consumption This kind of craftsmanship is not something that the Odin people can have.
Although you can also spend money to buy these weapons and equipment, the individual quality of that team of archers is not outstanding compared to the Odin warriors, and there is no reason to spend a lot of money to buy these rare equipment among the Odin to arm a team of average quality.
The most important thing is the melee weapons of those archers, all double-edged short swords, about a meter long, light and sharp, but the sharp Odins rarely use this kind of short sword to fight.
Tall and naturally brilliant, the Odin people have always liked to flaunt their prowess, preferring heavy weapons such as axes, hammers, or two-handed greatswords.
Such a short sword is disdained by most Odins.
Finally, there is the archery skills of the archers, who have to shoot at the running horses, and the training of archers is more difficult than that of ordinary warriors, which can not be done casually in a month or two.
And the Odin people have never been good at bows and arrows "Hmph, it looks like the neighbor at sea."
Adric's face was gloomy, the scars on his face seemed to be distorted, and his eyes were full of evil: "Every time we fight the Odin, there is always the shadow of these pirates. ” Adric said "pirate", Char is not a stranger, on the contrary, he is very familiar In Wildfire Town, Aunt Sofia, who had been Char's dream lover for many years when he was young, her husband, the one-eyed tavern owner, was a guy from the sea.
On the western side of the continent, on the sea, there is a maritime island nation, the size of only one or two counties of Byzantium, but because of its unique geographical location, it can often be kept out of the battle between two great empires.
The country of pirates is the Byzantines' joking name for this country, in fact, this country is not a pirate den, their civilization level is not pressed by Byzantium, but, as a country on the sea, they are not good at land warfare, but famous for their navy in the world, they have a huge sea power, countless fleet warships, they are outside the continent, they can trade with the two empires at the same time, but avoid most of the war losses caused by continental hegemony.
The trade at sea provided them with a great deal of wealth, and it was a country known for its cunning and adventurous spirit.
Of course, mainlanders are not fools, such a maritime kingdom has always played a role in the war between the two major empires on the mainland, and sometimes played the role of arms dealers during the war, using the blood shed by mainlanders in the war to serve as the nourishment of their country.
"Hmph, in the last war, these pirates were still on our side, and this time, they actually sent troops directly to help the Odin."
Adric's brow furrowed.
Looking at the general's gloomy face, Char understood that the general seemed to be bothered by an important issue, but Char was not a Byzantine after all, and he could not understand the troubles of standing in Adric's position for the secret fight between nations outside of this war.
After a while, Adric came back to his senses, and he smiled casually, "Okay, you go down and rest, boy, you did a very good job this time."
Your mission is to heal your wounds, and if you recover quickly, you might be able to catch up with this war. ” Char was carried back from the big tent, and he didn't think about any more "sea" problems, probably because the generals were troubled.
Along with Sharpa and Cato, he was treated as a wounded soldier, and all three of them were badly wounded and temporarily lost the ability to continue fighting.
That night, the three of them, along with the remnants of the Third Banner Regiment, left the front line and headed south, where they would return to their station near Wildfire Town for repairs.
Butler, the flag officer of the Third Banner Regiment, also went south with the team to repair because of his injuries, although this silver-haired man was unwilling, but the two arrows in his chest made it difficult for him to ride a horse now, and he was strictly ordered by Adrick to retreat with the team.
Because he couldn't ride a horse, Butler lay in the carriage with Char and other seriously wounded soldiers, and the silver-haired man seemed to be very depressed because he had been defeated by the ambush.
Char didn't care to be honest, until now, deep down in his heart, he didn't have too many thoughts about winning or losing this war: he was not a Byzantine anyway, and the Byzantine Empire and the Odin Empire, who won this war, it didn't seem to make much difference to him.
The previous few desperate efforts were purely because of the courage that broke out in the group of the 13th Cavalry Corps and the inability to abandon their companions.
To be precise, until now, Char had no sense of belonging to the Byzantine Empire, and his sense of belonging was only based on the 13th Cavalry Corps itself.
Char suffered a lot from this injury, although the medical officer in the army gave him medicine and treated the wound.
But the power of the arrow in himself was so amazing, after going through so many things, at the moment of the arrow, Char seemed to smell death so closely for the first time.
That arrow, which easily shot through the dragon scales that Char thought was unbreakable, left a deep shock in Char's heart, and he reminded himself that dragon scales are not omnipotent The power of that arrow is not only to shoot through the dragon scales, Char knows very well in his heart that this arrow has left a serious injury to his body in the past, his physique is not as strong as a human, and he has not been injured before, but after each injury, the injury will heal at an alarming speed: for example, the burn on the wildfire field before, but it took two days to recover.
But this time, the wound that was shot through the chest, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the burst wound still did not have a trace of healing momentum after a night, and only the deterioration of the wound was suppressed by medicine, as if Charyana's metamorphosis recovery ability was suppressed.
He carefully recalled every detail of the moment when he was hit by the arrow: at that moment, a cold breath seemed to completely pierce his chest, and then the cold air spread all over his chest, and he could even clearly feel that the cold air was frantically destroying his body's skills When he came back for treatment, the medical officer was forced to cut off a large piece of frozen flesh from his chest with a knife Moreover, at that time, the flesh and blood of the wound had been completely necrotic, and a black mass with cold air could not be expelled on the skin, so it could only be forcibly cut off, and, At the time of cutting, those black cold still have a faint tendency to spread, if Char comes back later, or treats later, I'm afraid he will really die.
It wasn't until the third day on the road that Char felt that his body functions were faintly recovering.
It was as if his strong recovery ability had been suppressed by the strange cold that had invaded his body before, and as the cold gradually dissipated, his body's strong recovery ability was finally destroyed.
One night, Char couldn't sleep all night, enduring the itch caused by the crazy growth of wound healing muscles, and the next morning, while the companion next to him had not woken up, Char quietly ripped off the bandage and looked at the wound, the color of the wound had returned to normal, and the degree of muscle healing gradually recovered.
He breathed a sigh of relief The turtle is not a broad-minded person, although he can't talk about retribution, but the old guy has taught him since he was a child that if others bully you, you must bully back When he was fifteen years old, he encountered a bear in the mountains, and was slapped by the bear and smashed half of his shoulder, and the young turtle escaped all the way with his strong physique.
Later, he recuperated from his wounds for several days, practiced axe skills for half a year, and in the winter of that year, ran into the mountains, spent two days lurking in the bear's infested place, and finally cut off the bear's head with his own hands The money from the sale of the bear bile also made the father and son drink for a month.
No matter who that guy is, he shot me this arrow, Lao Tzu wrote it down Although Char had tried to keep a low profile, on the sixth day, he was already able to get up and move, and he couldn't stand the boredom of lying on the carriage, lying in such a small place every day, listening to the squeaky rolling of the wheels, although it was very interesting to talk nonsense with the Sharbacato next to him, but the turtle also felt that he was about to rust.
On the sixth day, he insisted on getting out of the carriage.
By the way, because of the glorious wound of the turtle and retreated to the second line, his subordinate Magician Tatara was also lucky to get the opportunity to leave the front line, and the magician who was originally a servant was still very worried for a while, and the smart magician knew very well that with his own ability, he must be cannon fodder on the battlefield.
He had seen the terrifying fighting power of the Odin warriors, and he didn't think that his thin body could fight that kind of enemy hand-to-hand.
Besides, I'm a noble magician, and a noble magician has never been good at hand-to-hand combat.
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Now that the owner of the turtle is injured, Todoro, who is a servant, naturally has an excuse to leave the battlefield with him: he is a servant, and the servant must follow the master to take care of him.
Well, God bless, I hope this turtle will be injured often in the future Totara sat on his horse and prayed devoutly.
"Tatara" While the convoy stopped to rest, Char got out of the carriage and barely walked a few steps, although the wound was still painful, but the slow walking was no longer hindered, and he immediately summoned his "loyal" servant.
Todora's lewd face was immediately filled with a respectful and humble smile: "Yes, my master. ” Char squinted at the guy: "You keep saying that you are a magician, I have a question that someone needs to help me answer" Dotaro immediately puffed out his chest: "Of course, every magician is knowledgeable" Char took a deep breath, stood on the horse's back, carefully explained the process of being hit by the arrow, and then lowered his voice and said: "You have also seen the hardness of that dragon's scales, you should know, but that guy who attacked me with a cold arrow, and shot through the dragon scales with one blow, the most annoying thing is that I didn't see any arrows, I need someone to explain this situation to me, is this a kind of magic?"
Totara blinked his eyelids twice and thought for a while, and just as Char showed an impatient expression, the magician quickly searched his mind for some knowledge of this matter.
"Well, honorable master, according to what you said, I think that bastard who sneaked up on you may be a high-level samurai, I heard that there are some powerful samurai, when the ability reaches a high level, can condense the fighting spirit into an entity to cause damage to the enemy, this is not a legend, but it is true, I have seen such a master with my own eyes in Osgilia, uh, it's just, you can materialize the fighting spirit, unless you reach the level of an eighth-level samurai.
However, " "But what," Char frowned.
The magician swallowed and foamed, his face was a little ugly: "However, even if it is an eighth-level warrior, he can condense his fighting qi into a physical injury, but there is also a distance limit, I have seen a high-level samurai duel with people in Osgilia, and he can materialize his fighting qi and turn it into a pure fighting spirit lightsaber, but once he leaves his hand, that is, if he attacks remotely by throwing or other means, then he can reach a distance of more than ten steps at most, and if he is farther, the fighting spirit will dissipate."
Char touched his chin, his face didn't seem to change much, but a strange light flashed in his eyes: "More than a dozen steps, you mean, that arrow is not a real arrow, but it is condensed with fighting spirit, but where that arrow came from, the distance must be more than a dozen steps, could it be that this guy who shot me is even stronger" With a rare serious expression on his face, Tatara shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, after all, the master of the samurai department is good at close combat.
Not to mention an eighth-level warrior, even if it is a ninth-level warrior, it is difficult to materialize the fighting spirit, and it may be possible to hurt people dozens of meters away, after all, I have never seen a ninth-level samurai make a move.
But come to think of it, even if a ninth-level warrior can hurt people dozens of meters away, but if the fighting qi is out of the control of the body, it will inevitably spread and weaken and reduce the power when it reaches tens of meters away, and it is impossible to pierce the dragon scales to that extent. ” The magician thought carefully for a moment and said in a low voice: "On the mainland, maybe only that kind of legendary saint-level martial artist who can defeat ten thousand people can do this level." ” The "Holy Level" turtle obviously has a blank knowledge of this aspect: "Could it be that this bastard who sneaked up on me is a Holy Level" Duo Duo Luo was very disdainful in his heart: If the opponent is a saint-level martial artist, killing you is like killing a chicken, do you still need to sneak attack But this kind of thing Duo Duoluo never dared to say it in person, but the expression on his face became more and more respectful: "There are only a handful of saint-level powerhouses on the continent, and the bastard you met can't be a saint-level."
Moreover, every saint-level martial artist is an extremely proud person, probably uh, probably " "I guess I wouldn't do such a thing as a sneak attack."
Char laughed and patted Tadoro on the shoulder: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly." ” Then he frowned: "But according to what you said, how can you explain this guy who attacked me?"
"This" Tatara hurriedly explained: "I'm talking about the strong man of the samurai department, after all, the samurai department is good at close combat, so he can shoot through the dragon scales with an arrow from dozens of meters away, to this extent, the person who sneaked up on you is probably not a pure samurai guy."
Come to think of it, it's mostly a master of magic. ” "Magicians are different from samurai, and magicians are the best at ranged attacks.
It is difficult for a samurai to shoot tens of meters with an arrow condensed into a fighting spirit, but for a magician, it can be done with magic.
Well, according to what you said, the damage you received had a strange freezing effect, and I am even more sure that the other party is a magician, because the ice effect attached to this attack is obviously a magical attribute. ” "But a magician can shoot through my dragon scales from dozens of meters away, isn't it that a magician is much stronger than a samurai?"
Naturally, Tatara wanted to nod, he had always been proud of being a magician, and in his heart, he naturally believed that magicians were far stronger than samurai, at least in terms of the nobility of his status.
But just as he was about to nod, he suddenly saw the expression of this turtle that seemed to be smiling, and the magician's heart suddenly moved: This master is a standard samurai, if he dares to answer like this, wouldn't it be equivalent to saying that his servant is more noble than the master, if he really dares to say this, he is afraid that he will suffer after speaking.
He quickly shook his head, thought for a while, and said with a wry smile: "Well, that's not what I said."
The defense ability of your dragon scale itself may be relatively simple, although it is very hard, but this only means that its physical defense is very strong, and the sword cannot cut it.
But the magic defense is very average.
If it is a living dragon, then the dragon scales on the dragon's body will naturally have magic resistance, but the dragon scales that are peeled off are only hard in their own texture, but they do not have magic resistance.
After all, you're not a dragon and may not be able to cut through your dragon scales with ordinary fighting energy, but it's likely that an intermediate mage can directly penetrate it with magic, as it doesn't have much magical defense right now. ” "In other words, you think it's an Odin magician who hurt me," Char touched his chin.
"Well, in the Odin Empire, it's not called a magician, it's called a sacrifice," Dora sighed.
Char thought for a while, and then looked at Tatara with a much kinder look.
Well, it seems that this guy is still somewhat useful, not a waste who can't work after eating rice.
On the afternoon of the seventh day, I finally returned to the station north of Wildfire Town, which was now largely empty.
Only an auxiliary escort battalion and a logistical transport team remained.
The main battle flag regiment of the 13th Corps had already marched north four days ago, including the 2nd Banner Regiment, which had the strongest combat effectiveness among the 13th Cavalry Corps, which was all 2,000 heavy armored cavalry Of course, there was another important person who stayed at the garrison in the guise of staying in the camp, and the observer envoy from Osgilia, the beautiful Sir Bonfrett.
I heard that the observation envoy suddenly fell ill the day before the main battle unit left for the north, so he naturally stayed behind and took up the work of staying behind.
However, it is said that on the second day of the departure of the troops in the north, the Sir Sir went out to hunt in the surrounding woods with the guards he had brought from the imperial capital Of course, these things have nothing to do with Char for the time being, the only thing he will do after returning to the station is to meditate and cultivate, the front line is hundreds of miles away from here, for the time being, the war seems to be far, far away from the turtle The bald man did not return, and Char lived alone in a tent.
After experiencing a life and death test, the turtle began to rack his brains to calculate.
The first problem that needed to be solved in his mind was the powerful "Crimson Murderous Aura" In any case, the two accidental hits and used the crimson murderous aura, amazing power, which shocked Char's heart Such a strong trick, if you can fully comprehend it, then your own strength is not it The next time you encounter a magician who sneaks up on you, cut that bastard in half Sitting alone in the tent, Char pinched the hedron and fell into deep thought I have to say that our turtle is not a fool, although he doesn't know how to use this magic crystal correctly, but at least, he has heard a lot of stories.
Wildfire's taverns are filled with passing wanderers and bards who don't seem to have any bullshit skills, but always tell some relatable legends to trick them into drinking.
In those stories, those legendary heroes will also inadvertently get some strange treasures, such as artifacts and magic equipment, holy swords, magic gems, and so on.
I've never eaten pork, and I've never seen a pig run At least, the experiences of the legendary heroes in those stories have given Char a many, many valuable references.
Staring at this gray stone, half the weather, Char had a thought in his heart Do you want me to eat this thing?
Damn it, will you have indigestion or just choke to death?
After hesitating for a long time pinching the stone, Char still gave up on this idea that was too dangerous.
"Uh, is it to drip blood, let the blood fuse" Char did not hesitate to prick a hole in his finger, causing the blood to drip on the stone After a while, the effort passed Another moment passed A few more moments passed Char wrapped her fingers in grief Damn, the legends are all lies, and if this continues, Lao Tzu will die of excessive blood loss first Char stared at the stone, and when his eyes began to sting, he pulled out his fire fork.
It really doesn't work, cut it open and see At this time, suddenly, a dry voice without emotion sounded in my head very suddenly.
"Idiot":