Twenty Sided Dice

The speed of the phantom steed can't surpass the speed of the two steeds of the wind, but it is already faster than the ordinary war horse. The horse of the wind is a rare king of horses, but it is still limited by the laws of nature. The Phantom Horse is just a magical creation, the only thing that can limit it is the spell level of the caster. When the spell is raised to the extreme, the phantom colt can fly freely like a bird, faster than the wind, and natural creatures cannot catch up with their limbs.

On the vast grasslands, speed can determine many things. The two kept advancing on four horses, and the orcs couldn't catch up even if they found them, so they could only helplessly watch their distant figures. With a slight acceleration, Siegel can cross the range of the bow and arrow, and the best shooter only has one shot. They would curse, but they looked at the four mounts with incomparable envy, thinking about how to grab them for themselves.

The closer they got to the City Wall Mountains, the stronger the ominous premonition in Siegel's heart, so they kept pushing the horses forward. They are on the phantom steed when the spell can last, but many times they also need the horse king's abilities. Especially after reaching the northern part of the grassland, the terrain here began to undulate, with low hills and sudden rift valleys, where many predators were hiding. With the smell in the air, the horse can detect and avoid these troubles in advance, and it just so happens that Siegel can save his energy and close his eyes on the horse's back.

No matter how you transfer, you can only rely on the phantom steed to move forward in the end. After all, horses need to rest, but spells do not. Kerry clipped a handful of the white horse's mane and put it on his body, then let the two horses move freely, and after they had rested, they were still able to find their owners by virtue of the smell. At this time, the City Wall Mountains had changed from a black shadow on the horizon to a towering giant in front of them.

The "Village at the Bottom of the Mountain," where Siegel and Janet met Jeff, is now occupied by orcs. turned into a camp. Raven gave a warning from a distance, lest Siegel slammed into the barracks. The information from the air said that there were four hundred orcs fighting troops here. The flag of Waga, the discount skinner, is strictly blocking the way into and out of the mountain. Orcs are very careful. Outposts and dark posts were set up around the camp, and four small teams were dispatched to patrol continuously. There is also a special tent in the center of the camp. The canvas is painted with the sacred symbol of the God of the One-Eyed Beast King, which is probably the place prepared for the witch sacrifice.

"I only know such a way to the Black Blood Castle, and the orcs blocked it with roadblocks." Siegel used his soul to connect the familiar, observing the surrounding terrain from the air. "If there are 200 people, we might be able to force our way through, but now we can only take a detour."

"Didn't you say this is the only way. How to get around it?" Kerry wondered.

Instead of answering the question directly, Siegel asked, "How much weight can you carry?"

After a few hours, the two of them chose a place that was the steepest, least likely to climb, and therefore unguarded. The 92Ks.Com Phantom Horse was dissolved here, and everything fell on the shoulders of two people. Siegel cast the spider-walking spell, and everyone's hands and feet were covered in a brown-black mist. When this layer of matter touches any flat surface, it will generate a strong pulling force according to the user's mind. So the two were like spiders, climbing on the vertical cliff.

Orc patrolmen had also reached the place where the two climbed, but no one would look up. "Just prevent someone from going down the mountain, and then grab all the teams trying to transport supplies up the mountain. Even if the task is completed." Such an order made the defenders here quite bored. They have always wondered why Black Blood Castle has not sent troops to fight for a long time. , are their food reserves so abundant. No need to keep the passage down the mountain anymore. Fortunately, the orcs didn't know that the prince of the Star Kingdom was in the Black Blood Castle, otherwise they would have gathered a large number of troops, and they would have to kill the prince if they were exhausted. The Beastmaster God will surely like this offering, and those orcs who have sacrificed heroically for it can also enter his temple after death, revelry and slaughter forever.

The people in the Temple of Dawn carefully kept this secret. Every day, a special priest prayed to the God of Protection, covering the castle with the magic of defense and detection. This is a contest between the witch and the shaman. It must not be defeated, but it will not attract the attention of the other party for the pursuit of a temporary victory.

under heavy protection. Prince Aaron could only stay in the deepest, strongest room of the castle, protected at all times by four paladins and a priest. Just going into the open area requires opening a large umbrella overhead. According to Cooper Griffin, the senior priest who led the **** team this time. The orcs are aided by evil vultures high in the sky, and the priests use magic to detect the situation through the vulture's eyes. So in addition to ordinary infantry. Priests, six-legged lizards, etc. all try to minimize the number of appearances in the open area, so as not to attract attention.

"It's like a mouse hiding in a hole in the ground." Evan Jinkui was very dissatisfied with the current situation. He slashed his training sword against the straw target. Target was wearing an orc-style leather armor, an iron-shell hat that looked like a melon rind, and a funny face painted with white paint. But under the swipe of the blunt wooden sword, it was split into two pieces with a "chila" sound. Then the tin helmet tinkled and rolled on the ground until a black boot stomped it on.

"If you keep chopping like this, there won't be enough straw in the castle." It was Sir Bill who spoke, and he still maintained the habit of coming to the training ground to exercise every day. In particular, archery is very useful when guarding the castle, so he practiced every day. Another one who works as hard as him is Evan. Even though his swordsmanship is already very good, he still does not relax his basic daily practice. Sir Bill thought of Siegel from Evan, the same talent, the same effort. He really wanted to accept another apprentice, but he also knew very well that even if Evan was an illegitimate child and would not have the title and power of the royal family, it was still not something that a little baron of him could control.

"Your Excellency the Baron, are you here to save these poor scarecrows?" Evan said with a smile. "I remember a heroic knight should speak with a sword, why don't we have ten rounds?"

"Okay, I'd love to." Sir Bill put his sword aside, took out an iron-clad epee from the shelf, tried the weight and feel, and used it with both hands, posing as a bull's horn. . T-step towards Evan.

"I still use the long sword to deal with your **** sword." Evan shifted his focus to his feet, swaying from left to right. Then stabbed sharply. The two swords touched each other gently, only making a sizzling sound caused by friction. This is a false move. If you use force to block, you will be biased, and a fatal blow will follow.

The two quickly formed a battle that looked evenly matched, but Bill knew he had pushed his limits. From the shock from his hand, he found that Evan still had spare strength, whether it was strength, speed or reaction, he could end himself at any time. There is absolutely no chance of winning by simply using swordsmanship, but swordsmanship is not the only one in the world. Sir Bill exclaimed: "Be careful. I'm going to use a trick!"

Jazz's so-called tricks are the common tricks of mercenaries, using the surrounding environment and the enemy's psychology to the extreme. As long as it can gain an advantage, whatever means is right. For a time, chickens and dogs jumped on the training ground. In addition to the two training blunt swords, straw, chairs, wooden barrels, fires, horse dung and even the soldiers watching the battle all became weapons of war. The two swords rarely meet, but the scene is much more intense than before.

This is the trick of the market and what Sir Bill was trying to teach Evan. This young master swordsman is too obsessed with the long sword, which is both a good and a bad thing. Siegel is different from Evan. It belongs to the type that uses whatever is available. But since being ambushed in the snow, no one knows about Siegel's life and death.

At this moment, the distraction was caught by Evan, and the long sword wrapped around the neck of the jazz like a snake. "I surrender." The ser held up his hand. "You have won. What kind of ransom do you want as my captor?"

"Come with me for a while, the crowd here is boring." Evan noticed the crowd around, including some mercenaries who had been bribed and betrayed at that time. He didn't like these guys who took money for their lives, and it was these people who made Siegel fall off a cliff. If he had said anything, these men should have their heads chopped off, worn with spears, and hung on the city walls.

pity.

The two discarded their practice swords, because the part of the wood under the iron sheet had shattered. Experienced soldiers can detect the problem inside. But recruits in training may not. I don't know which unfortunate person will smash the sword in his hand when chopping the straw target. The expression on his face at that time must be worth watching.

But even thinking about such a thing doesn't make the two feel better. Standing on the highest wall of Black Blood Castle. Leaning on the railing, they could vaguely see the orcs marching on the mountain road. A few months ago the direction of the team was from north to south. It has now been reversed. This time, the orcs showed unexpected shrewdness, resolutely abandoned the iron-footed warlord who had been surrounded, and began to retreat with a large number of spoils.

"The trebuchets in the castle can obviously attack those orcs, but now they are all parked there like decorations." Evan kicked a snowball and watched it hit the city wall and smash into pieces. "It's like a prison, even more boring than a prison."

"Be careful, Evan." Sir Bill patted him on the shoulder: "Everything will not go as planned, and the war with the orcs will not be the only one, there will always be a chance for revenge. Earl Todd is also protecting your brother from The news was leaked, so I stayed put. This resolution was also approved by the majority of the people."

"It doesn't include me." Evan pouted, but his eyes were helpless: "Unfortunately, I have no right to speak, otherwise I will definitely oppose this decision. What is the difference between a catapult that cannot be fired and firewood, a knight who cannot attack How is it different from a farmer?"

"You're right~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but when the time comes, firewood can't throw the power of a stone, and peasants can't fight on horseback." Sir Bill reminded him: "Evan, be patient. His Royal Highness The Prince His body has not yet recovered, and it is indeed not appropriate to fight at this time. Do you want him to drag his sick body and risk his life to stand on the city wall, or let him lie on the hospital bed and be ridiculed? Earl Todd chose not to fight, but sacrificed himself His reputation covers the prince. We should help him share, shouldn't we?"

"He is your loyal lord, so you naturally speak for him." Evan blurted out, and then felt that his attitude was wrong, so he bluntly added: "But what you said for him is very reasonable, and I will listen to it."

That's the difference between Evan and Siegel, thought Sir Bill. Aside from his unexpected stubbornness on the Demonborn thing, Siegel was the most obedient kid. pity……

At this moment, there was a crunching sound from the stone steps of the city wall, and Bishop Reverend Cooper came up. This is a cultivator who is very strict with himself, always with a serious but gentle expression. He is always meticulous, keeps himself clean, and arranges everything in an orderly manner. But this time, there was an unexpectedly worried look on his stern face, and the first sentence he said shocked the two of them: "There is something evil in the castle, most likely a devil." (To be continued. )