Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

On the other side, the rest of the staff were also busy. Some were concentrating on taking care of the pets that had followed them along the way, feeding them gently and combing their fur meticulously; the imperial guards sat together in groups of three or five, seizing this brief moment to rest and hurriedly enjoying the simple but filling dry food in their hands;

Meanwhile, the magicians were trying their best to replenish their magic power while hurriedly swallowing the delicious food they brought with them, eager to recover their physical strength and energy as soon as possible.

After a busy period, the scene gradually calmed down. Everyone knew that they had to rush back to the city before dark.

Bryony waited until she had finished feeding her child before she began to eat some food at a leisurely pace, enjoying the fleeting moment of silence.

At this moment, a magician's owl keenly detected the enemy situation. Three miles away, an unknown force was heading towards this side.

They were not walking on the wide post road, but were moving through the deep forest. Through the unique vision of the owl, it was confirmed that they were undoubtedly the armed forces of the church. They all looked haggard, their morale was low, and they were searching aimlessly in the forest.

The horn sounded suddenly, and all members were instantly on alert. The two imperial guards sneaked into the forest as fast as lightning to search for the enemy's scouts and provide intelligence to the main force. They only needed to quietly control the enemy's scouts.

Upon realizing the enemy's situation, everyone instantly became excited about fighting and quickly arranged for the imperial guards to go around the enemy's rear, making sure to act cautiously so as not to alert the enemy. Others stood on high alert and were fully prepared for battle.

Blaney was given the task of guarding the camp, and ten royal guards assisted him in guarding it. The other teams quietly and quietly moved forward, and the battle was about to begin.

Brittelli spoke to Zaire and Blaney for a few words before releasing the Rock IIIs, who instantly teleported into the puppets and kept a close watch on the prisoners being held.

In fact, it was impossible for these prisoners to escape. Once they became illegal residents, it would be difficult for them to make a living in the future. Anyway, even if they were guilty, they would not be executed immediately, but would most likely be demoted to civilians.

With the family's cultivation and efforts to make up for their crimes, after several generations, they might be able to return to the ranks of the nobility. Therefore, they would never take risks rashly, and at this moment they all cooperated honestly. The three earls also strictly restrained their clansmen from acting rashly.

After Doomsday Fireball issued the task, he came to Blaney's tent with a smile and said: "Don't panic, little girl. These prisoners are very cooperative. We just need to wait for the main force to return triumphantly."

"Senior Doomsday, that's his own fault. It's obvious that the church's armed forces have failed in their attack on the city of Ankola. It seems that they are all fleeing in all directions. We must win this battle! This situation is caused by hunger..."

"Of course, little girl, have a good rest. I will guard the camp in case someone sneaks in to attack... After all, we didn't make it in time for the decisive battle with the church's armed forces. It's a pity that we couldn't leave more enemies behind..." Senior Doomsday left in a nagging manner.

There were several owls hovering over the camp to make sure everything was safe...

Bryony and Red Wolf were on guard at the entrance of the tent, just in case, and also prepared for battle. This time she had no combat mission, so she just needed to take care of the two children. Now she was the contractor, so she just needed to control the situation...

A scout from the church's armed forces was cautiously exploring the way ahead, concentrating on the road beneath his feet and the movements around him. He was unaware of the potential danger and continued to explore carefully.

The imperial guards in charge of reconnaissance held their breath and did not alert the enemy. They allowed the scout to pass through, allowing him to enter but not leave.

The large force behind him had already discovered the church's armed forces and immediately found a place to ambush them.

At this moment, the forest was so quiet that it made people's hair stand on end. The birds did not fly, and the animals fled far away. The quiet atmosphere was a little scary. Even the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves seemed particularly clear, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

The church's armed scouts walked another mile, and their uneasiness grew stronger. They always felt something was wrong, and no problem was often the biggest problem.

At that moment, he ran without hesitation, with only one thought in his mind: he must notify his companions to retreat.

He had not run for a short distance when a sharp arrow came at him with a strong wind. The man relied on his instinct to narrowly avoid the fatal blow, and then quickly hid behind a thick tree, shouting at the top of his voice: "Run, there are enemies..." His voice echoed in the silent forest, but he didn't know whether his companions could hear it.

He did not dare to hesitate for a moment. He took a breath and then ran back quickly. After almost ten steps, he hid behind a tree and adjusted his body to prevent his opponent from having a chance to shoot.

The imperial guards were all skilled in archery and cavalry. On one hand, they suppressed the enemy with bows and arrows, the bowstrings clanging and the sharp arrows flying like meteors. On the other hand, they dodged and moved nimbly like nimble cheetahs, and had quietly arrived near the enemy.

The man hid behind a tree and nervously drew out his two-handed hunting knife. His eyes revealed determination, and he was ready for a fight to the death.

The royal guard's ears twitched, the corners of his mouth raised, and he smiled: "Come out, I don't need a bow, I will give you a chance for a fair fight. If you win, you will step over my body. If you lose, I will ask you a few questions." His tone was full of confidence and majesty.

The man knew that the other party's archery skills were not weak, and thought that he might still have a chance of survival in close combat, so he walked out from behind the tree with a hunting knife tightly grasped in both hands.

The imperial guard put away his heavy bow, picked up an iron arrow as a weapon, and said with a smile: "Very good, let's fight it out..." There was no fear on his face, only a firm belief in victory.

The two men rushed towards each other and prepared to fight, but the imperial guard suddenly used his fierce fighting spirit and the iron arrow in his hand flew out of his hand.

The iron arrow was like a flash of lightning, carrying an incomparable force. The powerful force shot through the investigators who were unable to dodge, and blood splattered everywhere.

The opponent instantly lost control and fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound. The imperial guards immediately added two punches to ensure that the opponent completely lost the ability to resist, and then carried the person into the jungle and disappeared.

Just now, he killed the enemy's scout with just one move, showing the pinnacle of the use of fighting spirit. Picking leaves and flying flowers are all magical weapons. This is not only a reflection of strength, but also the accumulation of long-term training and combat experience.

True masters can always display their unparalleled skills and unfathomable strength at an astonishing speed, thus deciding the winner in a split second. At this time, the actions of the church's armed forces gradually slowed down.

They were anxiously waiting for the scouts ahead to bring back key information, but as time went by, there was still no response. In desperation, they had no choice but to temporarily stop and rest...

The current situation was extremely bad, and even the most basic marching pots were missing. The hungry people had to pick some leaves and wild fruits around to barely fill their stomachs.

Although their hearts were already filled with anxiety and impatience, in order to survive, they had no choice but to silently endure this difficult situation.

Amidst this chaos, a full one hundred imperial guards quietly circled around the enemy's flank and successfully surrounded their rear.

Now, they are quietly lurking, holding their breath, waiting for the best time to launch a general attack...