Dorothy finally found Reggie. She described the situation in Shattered Snow City, including Edwina's attitude and Jarvan's whereabouts. She also gave Chris's letter to Reggie.
The letter contains Chris's analysis of the battle situation. Chris is very worried that Reggie will take drastic action due to misunderstanding.
Reggie's reaction surprised Dorothy. He was not shocked or angry. On the contrary, he fully agreed with Chris's approach.
He immediately wrote three letters, one to Chris, one to Jarvan, and one to Edwina. After writing the letters, he asked the orcs to take Dorothy's boat and rush to Shattering Snow City.
Delivering the letter made Dorothy a little confused.
"Why don't you let me deliver the letter? I have a contract with Mi'er, and I can come back to you, and...wait a minute," Dorothy seemed to remember something, "Why do you want to deliver the letter? Why don't you go back to Broken Snow City?
What? There’s going to be a war soon!”
Reggie nodded and said: "I know there is going to be a war, so some things must be done. I want Charlemagne to understand one thing. I am in his sight, and he is also in my sight."
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Seven watchtowers have been put into use, but the watchtowers have not been completely completed. Chris can't control that much. He asked soldiers to board the unfinished watchtowers and stay on guard day and night.
That night, the mercenaries from the Benlang Kingdom prepared to launch their first night attack.
The leader of the mercenaries is Valia, the great lord from the Gray Wolf clan. There is no concept of title in the Wolf Country, instead there are lords of different levels. The level is determined by the number of people. A household with one hundred people is called
Small lords, those with ten small lords are called medium lords, and those with ten medium lords are called big lords. The big lords are loyal to the patriarch, who is the wolf king, from generation to generation, and the wolf kings are loyal to their king.
Such a clear hierarchy of lords proves one thing. The Benlang Kingdom is a medieval country in the pure sense. From the king to the small lords, every level of ruler has its own standing army. Although the Benlang Kingdom has strong military strength,
However, because the princes from all walks of life separated themselves from each other and fought with each other, it also caused a huge drain on the national power.
Varya is a typical great lord of the Benlang Kingdom. He came to Zhilin City on the order of the king. Although he is the leader of the mercenaries, he does not have a strong desire to win in the war because he cannot directly take advantage of it.
to the bounty from Charlemagne.
The reason is very simple. Charlemagne paid the bounty to the king of the Wolf Country. After keeping more than half of it, the King of the Wolf Country rewarded the rest to the Gray Wolf King, who kept another half.
, the remaining money will go to Valia.
There was not much money left in Varya's hands. He didn't want to let his soldiers die for a few hundred gold coins. He had been staying in Zhilin City for several days until Charlemagne offered a new reward.
Only then was he willing to send troops to Broken Snow City.
Charlemagne's reward is that all the spoils obtained by Varya will belong to him and his army. In addition, for every citizen of Shattered Snow City killed, whether soldiers or civilians, he will receive a gold coin as a reward.
This was the reward for sincerity. Varya handed over the task of night attack to a middle-ranking lord, his name was Nelev.
"Take two hundred cavalry and rush to Reggie Victor's territory. Remember, don't attack the city. Shattering Snow City is too strong. Only steal useful things outside the city."
Nelev didn't care about the outcome of the battle, but he was still very interested in robbing things.
Gray Wolf King Lugeon once drew half of the map of Shattered Snow City. Although he paid a heavy price for this map and indirectly harmed Charlemagne, this map helped the mercenaries a lot.
"According to the map of the Wolf King, there are only a bunch of damn slaves and a group of Bayers outside the city. What can they grab?" Nerev pointed to the dock and said, "There seems to be a warehouse near here, and there is a lot of stuff in it.
There’s still some good stuff, so I’ll go directly here.”
"Wherever you go, remember that you must be back before dawn," Varya warned, "and remember one thing, kill more people if you can't get anything. If you bring back a head, I will reward you with forty silver coins.
"
"Forty?" Nerev's eyes lit up, "Do slaves also count? Do Bayers also count?"
"Forget it!" Varya nodded.
"Where are the women and children?"
"It doesn't matter, as long as it's a human head!"
"Then what are you waiting for!" Nerev shouted excitedly, "We will send troops now!"
"Have you brought all your amulets?"
"It's ready!"
"Have you brought the blood of the swollen-bone deer?"
"Bring it on!"
Varya smiled and said: "Let's go! My warrior!"
Nerev set off with two hundred cavalry. He had heard that Reggie Victor had very terrifying weapons that could burn, explode, fly in the wind, and rot human bones.
And he also knew that Reggie Victor knew witchcraft, he had many witches, and he could also fly.
He also made preparations for this. First, he told the soldiers to disperse immediately after entering Reggie Victor's territory. His weapons were like the black powder of Bayer Country and could deal with large areas of enemies, but
It has no effect on scattered soldiers.
In addition, Varya also prepared an amulet and the blood of a swollen deer for him. According to the ancient legend of the gray wolf tribe, as long as you wear the amulet and pour the blood of a swollen deer on the wizard, his witchcraft will be invalid.
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The stocky Benlang Kingdom war horses are about the same size as donkeys. They don't run very fast, but their endurance is very good. They can maintain a galloping speed and run back and forth across the territory of Broken Snow City.
At the intersection, Nelev chose the third road near the sea. This was a small road and the closest road.
"I tell you again, you must remember it!" Nerev shouted, "Don't grab things, kill as many people as possible! For every person you kill, you will get five silver coins, whether a slave or a Bayer.
! Remember to kill more women and children, they will not resist, just like we did in the village before!"
The bounty finally gave the cavalry some fighting spirit. They shouted and rushed onto the path. A young lord came to Nerev and said: "Sir, what you are doing is a bit unruly."
"Why is it against the rules?" Nelev frowned and looked at the little lord.
"You shouldn't tell the soldiers the amount of the bounty directly. That would make my life difficult."
Nelev understood what the little lord meant. Once the soldiers knew the amount of the bounty, he would not be able to extract more money from the soldiers' bounty, at least not in a decent way.
"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly," Nerev said with a smile. "Ask your soldiers to hand over all their heads to you, plus three silver coins for each head."
These three silver coins had already made Nelev very heartbroken, but the little lord was not satisfied.
Three silver coins for a head was indeed a lot, but the soldier could get five, but he could only get three, not the big head, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Sir, could you please think again and add at least five more silver coins?"
"You are too greedy!" Nerev said angrily, "If you want money, ask your soldiers for it, don't make plans for me!"
"Sir, we must not forget the rules of the Gray Wolf Clan. I cannot take less than the soldiers!"
"I told you, go ahead and tell your soldiers the rules! You can't even think of defrauding me of another silver coin..."
Before he finished speaking, a dazzling fire flew into the sky.
Nelev was startled and asked: "What was that just now? It seemed to be red."
The little lord whispered: "It should be magic, they know we are coming."
"Damn it, how did they know we took this road!" The furious Nerev ordered to stop the march, and the little lord said from the side: "Sir, do we want to retreat?"
"I haven't cut off a single head, and I haven't earned a single silver coin. Do you want me to go back empty-handed and make people laugh?"
Bang! There was another explosion, but this time Nerev didn't see the fire.
"What is this?" Nerev turned around and said, "I'm asking you something, did you hear that sound?"
His question received no response, and the little lord's horse was empty. The moment the explosion sounded, the little lord fell off his horse, and a large amount of blood appeared on his forehead.
He is dead.
Could it be that someone used witchcraft? Nerev took a breath of cool air.
Bang bang bang!
Explosions continued, and several cavalrymen fell off their horses one after another.
Nerev held up a torch and looked around. The thick night fog made it difficult for him to find the enemy's location.
Bang bang bang!
The terrible sound sounded again, and this time Nelev judged the enemy's position.
"There is a wizard just at the corner in front, and that's where the voice came from." Nerev called a small lord, lowered his voice, and warned: "Have your people prepare deer blood and follow.
My soldiers rushed forward and poured the deer's blood on the wizard's body. Remember to keep the head and don't damage his face. It's best to capture it alive. You must sacrifice the wizard to him.
Great Lord, his life is worth at least two gold coins."