Friend or foe?
George did not answer Arthur's question. He turned around, walked out of the tent, and took a deep breath, filling his chest, which had been suffocated from sitting for a long time, with the smell of early autumn.
At this time, it is the turn of summer and autumn, and the monsoon wind blowing in the wilderness brings a bit of coolness after the scorching heat. Looking down from the flat hills, you can see a huge lake not far away. With a touch of peculiar light red, the sparkling water reflected the midday sun, and the stars shone on the tips of George's silver hair, giving off a beautiful luster.
If you slightly widen your sight outwards, until you reach the woods on the other side of the bank, you can find the camp where the militiamen brought by Arthur are stationed.
Both of them camped along the lake shoreline, but the camp of George's reaper merchant group was very different from Arthur's militia camp:
Needless to say, there is no need to mention the militia camp. In the militia camp hidden in the middle of the woods beside the lake, the strong elites were shirtless and their upper bodies were rubbed back and forth with the sharpened stone rubbing against the blade of the giant axe. After a few moments of effort, the giant ax became With the tiles shining brightly, these elites, bare-chested and carrying giant axes, cleared a field in the middle of the forest;
The woods in the outer circle serve as natural shelters. The tops of the tall and sturdy trees are the favorite watchtowers of the scouts. The inner circle is made of fences and extra wood tied with ropes to form a simple horse. Make a few pits, bury spears at the bottom, and cover the top with planks and weeds to make an excellent trap;
In addition to the elites, the ordinary militiamen who were sallow and skinny were also not idle. They found stones nearby and built them into a low wall bit by bit. The logistics troops took hammers, hammered and drove long nails into the soil to stabilize the wall. There were only a few patched tents left, and some barefoot refugee children were running around collecting dry firewood and pebbles to build simple stoves for making fires and cooking.
No matter which way you look at it, the camp that Arthur brought with him and which took him a whole day to set up was extremely crude.
On George's side, the outermost square circle is a highly defensive enchanted iron wall. At the four corners of the camp are several-story observation towers, which are exquisite and luxurious on the outside, and are filled with space magic on the inside. Expanded high-level camps, improved giant crossbows and their undead technicians are located in every direction of the camp.
And in the inconspicuous shadows between the tents, there are the ghost troops and the three-headed hell dogs that George recruited from the Nicholas Empire with a lot of money.
These vengeful spirits and three-headed hell dogs are George's trump card, and they have not been used easily so far. If the enemy approaches at will without knowing it, they will be torn into pieces by these deadly guards without hesitation!
In addition to combat capabilities, George's camp also has logistical personnel who can take care of the daily life of the second generation ancestors. No, it should be said that George's logistical arrangements can fully afford the words "all-in-one"——
The mages responsible for setting up defensive circles, the blacksmiths responsible for maintaining weapons, the alchemists responsible for refining potions, the craftsmen responsible for building and maintaining fortifications, the cooks responsible for cooking, the bartenders responsible for mixing drinks, and the ones responsible for setting up gambling tables. Dealers, etc., etc., as for maids and housekeepers, there are countless more. These logistics personnel can fill an entire extended caravan.
It can be said that George's camp defense was completely armed to the teeth, and it only took about half a day to set up such a camp with ease.
Regardless of how much the vampire's own powerful strength and agility can simplify the task of repairing fortifications, the most important thing is that the young masters and princesses of the vampire under George are all prominent figures in the world of the vampire. Space bags and space rings. Such rare magic weapons are standard equipment for George. As long as the surplus space in each person's space bag is requisitioned "a little", let alone such a huge camp at present, even if all the building materials of a small palace are replaced, The Reaper Merchant Group can all be disassembled and taken with you.
However, regardless of the size of the camp, whether it was sophisticated or not, during the time the two leaders were talking, the vast majority of people were silently busy with the work at hand, or competing with their companions on their skills and exchanging ideas.
As long as there is no need for war, they don't care who their new neighbors are.
However, there were still a few noisy guys who ran to the opposite camp——
Uther, who had just been "rejected" by Arthur, naturally could not continue to pester his son. Under the hint of George's eyes, he ran to the militia camp to make things happen.
As George expected, Arthur must have won over many older retired Crusaders during his escape journey over the years.
These old warriors who are over half a century old were all good players fighting with "General Uther" when they were young. When these people see Uther again, how can they be as coquettish as Arthur and not care at all? Regarding Uther's status as an immortal, they all cried bitterly and sighed. They only regretted that after their retirement, their skills were no longer as good as before, and their bodies were not as strong as before, and they were no longer qualified to continue to fight alongside Uther.
Tychus and Horun, who had joined George's staff not long ago, these two barbarians now have quite generous salaries, but they are not happy.
This is also a helpless matter. George's men are all vampires. Their strength has long been recognized by everyone, and no one will embarrass them. However, the extravagant and exquisite daily life of the vampires, as well as the orderly and cumbersome aristocratic etiquette, are just These rules and regulations are enough to deter the barbarians who are clothed in heaven and earth. Now that they finally meet a group of normal ordinary people, how can they not bear to go there to drink, spank, and make a lot of noise?
As for Henry Dominic, the former army commander who had just been brought under Arthur's command, he was attacked by a group of vampires under George and the entire base was taken away. Whenever he thought of this defeat, he gritted his teeth and was filled with resentment. But now, The opportunity to avenge his shame was right in front of him, how could Henry let go of this opportunity?
"I want to hit ten!"
Regardless of everyone's dissuasion, Henry's fighting spirit rose, and fierce fighting spirit burst out around him. Henry insisted that the previous defeat was due to the opponent's sneak attack. On the frontal battlefield, vampires would not be his enemy.
Reality slapped Henry in the face. The Vampires don't have the habit of being merciful. Since he wanted to fight ten of them, several Vampire adjutant candidates were naturally eager for him. They all went into battle eagerly, showing no mercy in every move!
You know, as early as a year ago, when everyone was fighting against the demon general Narud, relying on their own strength and teamwork, several vampire lieutenant candidates were able to briefly draw a tie with the seriously injured demon general Narud. , now that their strength has increased a lot, they go into battle with such an "all-star" attitude. How can a mere ordinary human warrior with no domain power talk about winning rate?
"Bang!"
In just one moment of meeting each other, Henry threw himself on the ground and lay on the ground. There were countless wounds on his body that were deep enough to show bones but were not fatal. He once again "enjoyed" the fatigue caused by anemia, and the ten vampires , then shook the goblet filled with blood and returned to his post.
"The blood is thick, the smell is strong, and a mouthful of blood is full of oil. It's really a bad blood bag."
Before leaving, the vampires did not forget to ridicule the fat figure of this human warrior.
Henry overestimated his own strength and underestimated the power of the vampires. Henry was not a Crusader, he was just a slightly stronger warrior. Without the restraint of the holy fighting spirit on the vampires, he could not withstand the mysterious presence of the vampires. The offensive and unpredictable vampire secrets, and superior combat power, only help him survive for a while.
Henry understands all this, but he must win this battle!
"This land is the habitat of the living, not a playground for the dead! For a warrior, defeat is a shameful thing, but you cannot lose your fighting spirit because of fear of shame!"
"Vampires, as long as I don't die, I will continue to challenge! Do you hear me, I will continue to challenge!"
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"That's enough, Henry Dominic, don't be embarrassed and return to the team!"
No matter how much Henry barks, no vampire will look back and stop for him. People will sympathize with the weak, and people will worship the strong. The declaration of the loser is not worthy of sympathy, let alone worship.
However, Arthur was concerned about the safety of his men and worried that these vampires would secretly retaliate. He gritted his teeth and scolded Henry cruelly and drove him back.
George saw all this.
"I will restrain my men."
"me too."
A warm monsoon blew away the verbose words, leaving only blank silence.
After a long time, George spoke first.
"Arthur, do you recognize this lake?"
"Red Scale Lake, we are downstream now, and upstream is the Heretic Trial Temple. Could it be that...you want to take action against them?"
"No, how is that possible? There are countless traps around the Heretic Trial Temple, and a large number of human elites are stationed inside. A frontal attack is tantamount to death. How could I not know these things?"
As a high-ranking member of the Pelada Empire, Arthur naturally knew how difficult the Heretic Trial Temple was, and fighting against these people was tantamount to asking for trouble.
The Temple of the Inquisition is the darkest organization in the empire. They handle countless dirty jobs. Most of them are elites from major armies who have come to take care of themselves, or problem elements who cannot stay in the formal army for various reasons. Not only are they strong, but they are also lunatics and paranoid. It may not be difficult to win once or twice with all your strength, but if you are worried about these mentally ill people, you may have to live in fear of being hunted for the rest of your life!
No matter how strong George's men are, he wouldn't be so ambitious that he wants to fight such a tough fight, right?
However, before the relaxed look on Arthur's face relaxed, George's next words made his brows furrow again.
"I'm waiting for them to attack me. According to the informant, they will attack in two days at most, no, one day. Arthur, what a coincidence, you happen to be here! By that time, it will be Please support us!"
Coincidence or not? !
Previously, your troops were walking like snakes and rats, scurrying around in the mountain trails. In the past two days, they finally walked on the Kangzhuang Avenue honestly. I finally felt that the troops no longer had to toss in the wilderness. But you told me that you were leading us. Accompany you to block the killer star? !
support? !
Are you asking me to support you? !
Are you going to let all the old, weak, sick and disabled people under my command join the battle and be used as cannon fodder!
Arthur rolled his eyes almost to the back of his head, his whole body was shaking with anger, and his left hand was already subconsciously pressing on the hilt of his sword.
If it weren't for the fact that the hateful young man in front of him was his son-in-law, Arthur would have really wanted to kill him with the Archangel's Sword, so that he could take a closer look at whether the thing pouring out of this round and round head was swill or swill. mud!
After taking a deep breath and exhaling it forcefully, over and over again, Arthur's face, which was as red as red-hot pig iron, finally cooled down a bit.
"I don't intend to let the Pelada Empire have a civil war, and I don't want my men to die. I don't even intend to let my daughter experience being widowed twice by the same person at a young age. I won't help you. You will hate me forever... Damn it, what evil have I done!"
"George, George, listen to me! I am not ashamed of what the Heretic Trial Temple has done over the years, but after all, they are the elite troops of the Pelada Empire. I know their capabilities very well. You must promise me something. I'm willing to help you if you have something to do!"
"What's the matter? Arthur, you don't want to capture these people alive, right? My men don't have this ability!"
"Ha! How do you know how to show weakness now?!"
Arthur mocked a few words angrily and then continued.
"From now on, hand over your authority as commander to me. Your men and all your resources must be handed over to me for dispatch and command! Also, call General Uther...the undead man named Uther. Come, I need to discuss strategy with him."
"Dear father-in-law, please allow me to remind you that these are two different things."
"roll!"
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