Rise In Calradia

It is no easy task to bypass Djerburg Castle and enter the hinterland of Nord. The history of this magnificent rock castle can be traced back to the Karad Empire two hundred years ago. The castle once blocked Nord during the invasion of Nord. The pace of the German army going south, until due to civil strife and betrayal, the opponents won the entire fortress without blood...but to this day, this castle is the southern important town of the Nord Kingdom and is protected as a rare rock structure fortress of the Nords. The southern border of the kingdom.

But although the huge castle blocked the most important roads and closed the mountain pass, any large-scale army could not enter the north without occupying the castle, but if only one or two people rode from If the surrounding hills and forests sneak past like poachers, the problem is not too big. Especially now that the main army of the Nord Kingdom is fighting against King Haraus in the south, the patrol in the castle is not enough to patrol all the land around the castle.

In this way, Byron slipped through the hills near Djerburgh Fort and entered the hinterland of the hostile country. This is really helpless. He found the village in the mouth of the poachers yesterday, and pretended to be a traveler to ask the other person for directions, and almost ran into Nord's patrol. After communicating with the people in the village, he learned that for some unknown reason, part of the Nord garrison of Jerburg and Tiha suddenly began to move south, trying to connect all the roads and The easy paths are all set up with checkpoints. At this time, if he returns south, it will be strange if he does not encounter a large number of Nord patrols.

And Byron also found that the war was developing in unexpected places. They had just started a **** battle with the Nord Army the day before yesterday, but today the Nord forces in the north blocked the southern border. Isn't the battle going too fast? And the news was delivered too quickly, he didn't think the Nord's scout could send news about the war to Tiha within two days. Even if it was delivered, their people could not have come so quickly. And even if they can do it, their behavior seems very strange. If the front line wins, they don't have to. If they lose, it’s the right choice to deal with Swadia’s army by garrisoning Jerburg and waiting for work. Just send some scouts out to inquire about the news, and there is no need to build those useless checkpoints and defense lines. Giving a head is no different.

Could it be possible that King Harous’s mobilization of the battle in Repollet was just a feint with greater casualties, and a certain army in Swadia had already launched an offensive against the Nordic hinterland in other directions? In this case, the behavior of the Nords makes sense, and they must strengthen the blockade of the border to prevent similar situations.

If this is true, it is a tactical victory for Swadia, even at a heavy price. For Byron, this is undoubtedly bad news. The road to the south is blocked, and if you go north, it is easy to be caught, and you are in a dilemma. After thinking twice, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and head north to the hinterland of the Nord Kingdom, and then return to Swadia from the east by way of Vikia. The Kingdom of Vikia and Swadia are still in a state of armistice, and the border between the two sides is strictly checked but still open.

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Gerborg stands between the undulating hills in the north. The main part of the town is built on the flat land halfway up the mountain. There are many similar gentle slopes and mountain open spaces around the town. They are all good at farming (and better at The Nord farmers built farms and orchards. Poultry and livestock were driven and shuttled between them. While cleaning the pests, the dung fell in the fields and became the best fertilizer. Relying on the numerous farming and animal husbandry facilities scattered in the mountains, this seemingly humble town has become the main area for providing agricultural products to the rich cities of Sagus and Tiha, feeding tens of thousands of citizens.

Farmers here always drove donkey carts full of apples, cabbage, dried meat, and goat cheese to the city to sell products and pay offerings. And merchants always drove their carriages to buy cheap agricultural products to them in the city to make a difference, or to make higher profits after processing, so the locals are generally very enthusiastic about outsiders. Moreover, the prosperous agricultural trade keeps robbers in the vicinity, and mercenaries go here from time to time to make some pocket money. As long as Byron packs himself up a bit, plus the experience he has accumulated when he was a mercenary, it is easy for them to think that he is a bad luck heavy mercenary and fool the past.

So he removed as much as possible the gorgeous ornaments from his body that represented aristocratic status and did not conform to the habits of mercenaries, and led the horse into the town. Just as he thought, a few guards in the town came over and questioned him for a while. Some of the questions were specifically for mercenaries, and even included some jargon in mercenaries. The layman’s words could easily be exposed as fake mercenaries, but Old mercenaries like Byron can deal with it without any problems. As for the purpose of coming, he also thought of a very suitable excuse, and in the end the guards did not question what was wrong.

"Be honest in the town, you won't have trouble, mercenary." The guards put Byron into the town, and when they saw the Thunder, they didn't forget to compliment.

"What a strong and good horse!"

"Of course, I chopped off four heads before snatching it from a Swadian rich man. It is much more expensive to feed it than to feed people, but fortunately, I was able to live till now, and it was worth it." Byron was proud. Smiled, but some cold sweat came out on his body. Thunder is a rare and good horse. Not many people can afford this kind of horse. If it is not explained well, it will still attract suspicion.

Fortunately, the other party didn't care too much, and Byron entered the town safely and came to the tavern. He personally took care of the Thunder, and did not let the people in the tavern touch it, so as not to be discovered that the horse had done a lot of exercise in the past few days, making them wonder what Byron was doing before. Not to mention the gold-plated armor and expensive weapons in the horseback bag.

King Nord has a strong national style, but the atmosphere in the tavern is much more comfortable than in the south. There are not so many malicious eyes, and the ground is clean. There are usually bonfires and barbecues in the middle of the pub. Those who can afford it can sit comfortably by the fire and drink ale and enjoy the food.

Byron passed through the crowd of drinking and gambling, went straight to the front of the counter, pulled over the stool, endured the hunger caused by fasting and fatigue, knocked on the table, and handed a 1 dinar silver coin.

"A glass of beer, the bigger the better. Something to eat, the more meat the better."

The boss who was busy wiping the table glanced at him and saw the thick chain mail on his body and the warhammer around his waist. He took the silver coin very simply, took out a plate of cold barbecue from under the counter and handed it to him. Fill him with a glass of beer.

"Come to live?"

Although Byron's equipment is several times better than those of the so-called mercenaries in the tavern, the tavern owner can easily see Byron's mercenary aura that cannot be erased after becoming a nobleman.

"Cooking up the funeral for my brother. His family lives in a nearby village. It's a pity that his family is gone." Byron took the food, grabbed the barbecue and made up while eating. When the wine arrives, don't forget to raise the wine glass with a sad look~www.wuxiaspot.com~ To Harvard, Milm and Jon! "

Byron finished speaking and drank half of the beer in the big glass in one breath.

"This world couldn't be more normal. Human lives are worthless. From what you look like, you don't even have to feed horses and coat armor to make money from such trivial things as robbers. Why, find manpower?"

The tavern owner squinted his eyes. The bearded man was much smarter than he looked. Byron's equipment indicated that he was not just a poor mercenary who could not support himself. Listening to his tone, he is more like the leader of a small army, his men are all gone, and after collecting the bodies of his men, come here to find some helpers. After all, real money-making work often requires enough manpower to do it. As a tavern owner, in addition to selling alcohol and meat, selling information and introducing people who can fight is also part of his job.

"very true."

Byron nodded and moved his body closer to him.

"Are there any suitable candidates?"

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