The first battle he participated in was when the palace knights wiped out the bandits near the town.
To be honest, it wasn't really a war at all. At that time, Dalton was already well-known among adventurers, and mysterious creatures usually had names - Eastman was not Brestatik, and the level of adventurers was about the same as that of Tinnodar's countryside. He did not need to make a living in the palace, but at that time the storm of the demon hunting movement was sweeping across Knox. Sir Laurence Norman, the minister of state, wanted to select outstanding mysterious creatures to add to the royal guard, and gave him generous rewards.
I needed the money at the time, Dalton recalled, but he forgot why. In short, the first condition for becoming a palace knight is that one must be clean. No one can prove that Dalton has no intentions towards the royal family, but this is precisely why he is trusted - a night elf has almost nothing to do with Binya Ao. His travel experience is also not rich: he went directly from the Earth's Inner Sea to the Eastman Capital through a rectangular ladder, and has stayed here to this day. Based on this, Sir Norman believed that Dalton was not suspected of being a spy, and after the recruitment was completed, he assigned the knight captain to lead them to a nearby town to perform tasks.
The equipment of the bandits was naturally far inferior to that of the royal knights, but they spent nine-tenths of the entire mission waiting, and the remaining one-tenth of the battle began when the enemy arrived, leaving Dalton with little impression. He remembered the mortals shooting wooden arrows with their crossbows, and even throwing stones. The magician who accompanied the team took the lead in clearing away the more threatening arrows. The knight captain then led the team to rush back and forth through the crowd twice, and the battle was over.
The knight's spear can kill their master before the sword comes, and the battle is completely without suspense. He knew that before they became bandits, they were just farmers, because these people often relied on their numerical superiority to rob travelers and traders without even using a sword. The farmer became a bandit...the bandit became a corpse. Dalton, who had never had a fondness for slaughter, soon became DeWitt's bodyguard, leaving battlefields and battles in the past. Now that he has left the royal banner, the fire of war and the sword have returned.
The vampire under his command tried to turn around, but Dalton subconsciously broke his neck. The unknown Gao Huan was invincible on the battlefield, he thought, as long as he was careful of Windrunner's stray arrows.
The Dark Elementalist is a relatively balanced mysterious profession, and is obviously a magician whose main method is to manipulate elements. Of course, the night elves are a little different from the elementalists of Binya Io, but this does not mean that they can be as good at frontal charges as the mysterious knights or warriors, or that they can cross the battlefield without wearing armor. Almost no one on the ship wore steel armor, and Dalton later learned why.
What does it take to adapt to naval warfare? Dalton rolled forward, dodging a magical beam. Although the mysterious bonus to his physical fitness is average, it is still much stronger than a mortal. Even if he didn't notice the attack beforehand, his body would still be able to react. Professional knowledge was sadly giving him a sense of balance against the rocking of the ship, and he wished he had a war horse at his hip.
No one but him would think so much on the battlefield. "Hammerhead" stuffed the whole vampire battleship into its stomach and was desperately racing against time to digest it. The soldiers attacked each other in confusion, and the assassin and Nightingale were forced to fight head-on. The two knights rolled off the box, their faces covered in blood. The orc tore the vampire warlock in half, then slipped on a greasy stain. A certain dwarf swung a hammer and smashed it through the floor, causing his opponent to fall screaming, but the vampire behind him stabbed him in the waist with a sword, and the evil curse took away his victory and the rest of his life in a blink of an eye.
Crazy and savage. Why am I here? Dalton pounced and killed him, then deflected his foe's weapon. He turned around and sprinkled a piece of purple powder, and the expression on the vampire's face seemed like he had seen a ghost. Didn't expect to meet a night elf in Eastman?
Or the effect of "passing by". Once Dalton takes the initiative, the magic loses its effect. Anyone who suddenly sees an extra person in front of them will be surprised. The powder scattered in a specific area, and the surrounding vampire soldiers fell to the ground without saying a word, their faces turning deep red due to the poison. By the time the enemy Windrunner noticed something unusual and fired an arrow into the center of the poisonous powder, Dalton had already walked around to the front of the cabin.
The corpse of a frost giant was pressed against the door, and the blue pool of blood was already frosted. After Dalton lit up the magic text on the cursed sword, "Soul Screwdriver" distorted common sense and replaced the most basic negative curse with "corrosion" magic. He inserted the cursed sword into its belly, and a mountain of corpses immediately spread. The magic patterns softened and decomposed, disappearing into the air inch by inch.
This is Dalton's most commonly used magic, with the top two being "Key of Evil Thoughts" and "Suvieria's Invitation". He didn't know whether the deceased was really willing to participate in Death's banquet, but the soul had to go somewhere. Gods have mercy. He kicked the door open.
What greeted him was a spear. Dalton held the crooked tip with his bare hands and pulled the enemy out of the room. The other party is a mortal, or in other words, half a mortal. One of the reasons why the night elves dislike vampires is that they have the habit of creating hybrids. Unexpectedly, the battle was so fierce and there were still vampires alive on the ship. Dalton thought as he finished off the poor man. He then spread the poison into the room and barricaded the door across the lance.
For a few seconds, the battle on the sailboat was still stalemate, and the white mist continued to condense. He killed or chased away everyone who strayed outside the room, except for Hammerhead's commander Renon who paused for a moment. The lion man looked at him, probably judging his credibility based on his race, so he turned away and crashed into a battle group of high-level vampire warriors and elemental beings. The Alliance probably won't care about my wanted notice.
When Dalton finally opened the door and entered the cabin, dead bodies were already lying on the floor. Most of them are blood descendants, both men and women, all in ragged clothes and looking in a daze. As he walked through the bloodless slaughterhouse, he suddenly felt an absurd sense of guilt in his heart. It makes no sense and it won't make them forgive me. Dalton continued to search the next cabin, but even if Laurent Vigue showed up, he would have to do the same thing. The only difference between these people and the dead is that they are not free. The vampire's curse is more profound than Dalton's best curse. He can only do one thing for these people.
Deep into the belly of the ship, Dalton encountered an obstacle. An assassin moved between wooden boxes and horizontal pillars. He was forced to slow down and be alert to his surroundings. Even with the advantage of mystery, he still has a headache when facing such an assassination profession.
What's more, the assassin's stealth magic is similar to his.
It was an empty cabin, or so it seemed. The Alliance soldiers won't stop for empty cabins, the entire ship is in the belly of the Hammerhead, they just need to capture every vampire and vampire and kill them. Adventurers and mercenaries will come here to search, but there is only a box of dried cod and mountains of dry firewood in the room. There are no treasures, coins, armor or swords.
Dalton is happy to spend time with his enemies, and many Penyaio people don't understand the night elves. His cursed sword and mysterious profession are one thing, but the methods he uses in battle are another. In Tinudar, the poison is as common as the ants, and no one takes it easily. When he first arrived on the ground, Dalton was surprised to find that people regarded poison as a despicable means, but they were also willing to use it in emergencies. It’s just that environmental constraints mean they often need more time to prepare.
The Dark Elementalist is good at using curses as weapons, so often his curses and poisons are the same thing. Normally, Dalton could turn around and leave after just waiting for a moment, but this time he had to confirm that it was Laurent Viguet who died.
There was still only his breathing in the silence, and the sound of the fighting outside was barely audible. The defeat of this vampire battleship has been determined, and the soldiers are noisily searching the cabins. Maybe I shouldn't have used poison, as it would have made the adventurers in Knight's Bay aware that he, a wanted criminal, was among the Alliance's ranks. The more people know that he is here, the smaller the role of "passers-by" will be... Well, next time he must consider the pros and cons before taking action, there is no other way this time.
Dalton pulled open the door. He didn't find the assassin in the end, and the assassin didn't attack rashly. This was the last room, and by his bad luck, Sir Laurent did not happen to be on board. The Witch of Destiny says the bastard escaped back to Gray Wing Island, but Dalton still hopes he can catch him early.
A wild elf jumped from the ceiling. "What are you doing here?" The arrow in her hand was still on the string cautiously.
"There's no one alive inside." Dalton tore off the entire hatch and threw it into the house. "It's gone now."
The wild elf lowered his arrow. "Chief Hetlenner wants us to disembark."
"Aren't you going to clean up the battlefield?"
"There's nothing good about the vampires. But with your help, that won't be the case."
Dalton understood clearly: "I will go find the captain immediately." This wild elf Windrunner came to convey a message for "Medal". "Where is he?"
"Back to the Hammerhead. You go alone, I have to collect Nimue's body."
He knew he shouldn't ask more questions, but he couldn't help it. "Is she a member of your race?"
"Who? Nimue?" The wild elf turned her head. "No, she is a frost giant. I think she came in."
Although the combat effectiveness of frost giants can be seen with the eyes, they are also the most vulnerable to being focused on the battlefield. This race, like Theta, lives in the elemental realm and should be isolated from the world, but they are very enthusiastic about the mysterious realm of Nox. I hope she's not the one who died in front of the door. Dalton quickly left and found a hook rope on the side of the ship. The white mist was still drifting, and flashes of light flashed around from time to time. The Hammerhead digested an enemy warship, but its battle was not over yet.
Dalton didn't go to the deck. He could predict the bloody scene there. He is not a mercenary and has no interest in weapons on dead people. If the lion-man Renon Hetrenner wants him to help obtain gadgets from vampires, he has to be responsible for picking the corpses that can be seen in front of him.
