Mount & Blade: Wind of War

In the camp at night, with a bright and warm bonfire burning, the caravan guards gathered in groups of three or four, playing the cards left by the brothers in Redwood Town.

In this era of extreme lack of entertainment, games like this will spread quickly among people as long as they are learned.

"I'm going to the woods to relieve myself."

A caravan guard hurriedly handed his cards to his companion who was watching behind him, and then he ran into the shadow of the forest with his pants up.

However, just as he ran into the shadow, a figure as swift as a leopard suddenly jumped down from the tree and quickly knocked him down. The caravan guard had almost no time to react, and felt a coldness across his neck, and then his consciousness quickly fell into darkness.

"What's wrong with Shakas? He's been gone for so long?" After a while, a caravan guard was more alert. He picked up the weapon at hand and walked towards the shade of the trees.

However, before he got close, a dark shadow walked out from it: with the moonlight shining, the guard found that it was a green-skinned orc holding two knives.

The next moment, dozens of dark green eyes suddenly lit up behind the green-skinned orc holding two swords.

Before the guard could let out a scream, the green-skinned orcs riding huge wolves rushed out of the surrounding forests and engulfed the camp. The remaining caravan guards and hired crossbowmen had almost no power to fight back.

"Enough!"

Just before all the humans in the camp were about to be destroyed, suddenly, accompanied by a low shout, golden light shone in the sky: long swords composed of pure golden energy almost formed a formation and hovered in the air, pointing steadily at the green-skinned orcs who invaded the camp below.

Although it had not yet fallen, the momentum of the killing had suppressed all the actions of all the orcs present and prevented them from killing.

"Okay, all of you can leave."

"My dear princess from the Moon City, you don't need to get angry over such a small matter. My subordinates just think that your guards are too rude. Do they usually protect your safety like this?"

At this time, a strong orc in a gray robe slowly walked out from the darkness deep in the forest.

It seems to be very old, but its status is extremely noble. The orcs around it will step back and salute after it appears.

That kind of respect that comes from the bottom of their hearts is almost impossible for orcs to perform. They really respect from the bottom of their hearts.

Because this is the national teacher of the Hoffman Empire, Lord Kedar.

"These people are not my guards, but merchants from Styak. The bravery of the Hoffman Empire warriors does not need to be displayed on them. After all, they can bring exquisite pottery, silk and even sharp and solid weapons to the Hoffman Empire."

Getting down from the resting carriage, Yalos held the ancient sword Nashir in one hand and said this. Although he was slightly angry, his demeanor was still very beautiful.

Even though the aesthetics of orcs, elves and humans are slightly different, Yalos's beauty still makes the orc warriors around him faintly amazed.

The only one who had no reaction was the orc national teacher in gray robes.

"Human merchants are all treacherous maggots."

"But you can't deny that they are indeed very useful, right?" Yalos walked in front of Kodar who was leaning on a cane, and Rui'er, who followed closely behind him, pressed the sword with one hand, and his muscles were tense.

"Your Highness seems to still protect these humans, so why do you travel thousands of miles across the wilderness to form an alliance with us orcs? Continue to hang out with these weak and cunning humans." Kedar seemed to despise humans very much, and there was obvious sarcasm in his words at this moment.

"If there were only humans and elves in the northern province, then the elves would become the enemy of humans. But if there were more orcs in the northern province, then humans would choose to coexist peacefully with the elves, and they would find that races that are somewhat different from themselves are not so difficult to get along with."

"Hahahaha, what does such a plan have to do with the Hoffman Empire? What benefits can we get? Could it be the Nashir Holy Sword brought by Her Highness the Princess?" When he said this, Kedar looked at the ancient sword held upside down by the elf opposite him, and at this moment, a terrible hot greed flashed in his eyes.

"If the Imperial Master wants to snatch this sword, I will activate the traction scroll to send the holy sword back to Bright Moon City. Then the Imperial Master will only get the corpse of an elf, but if you can restrain yourself, the Hoffman Empire may get the northern province of Styak."

"The northern province of Styak has been controlled by your Karasa family. Are you willing to give it to us?"

"Of course it's impossible, but our existence can ensure that the Styak Empire cannot fully invest in the war between humans and beasts. There are five countries on this continent: Rayamond borders the Hoffman Empire, Saint Laurent borders the Sims Royal Court, and the four empires have been at war for hundreds of years. Only the Styak Empire has never participated in the human-beast war for hundreds of years because of the wilderness, but it is also the most powerful of the three human empires."

"We form an alliance and open up trade routes. The Orc Empire and the Royal Court do not have to face the military pressure of the most powerful country in mankind. They can also transport the country's natural resources and restore their finances through this trade route. Although it is very difficult, the first I have brought out a group of trade caravans, and from the perspective of a national advisor, it should not be difficult to see what kind of craze these exquisite goods can create in the Orc Kingdom."

Following Yaros's words, a golden sword suddenly stabbed down from mid-air, directly cutting a truck from the middle.

With a bang, exquisite pottery and silk tumbled out from the disconnected truck, and the wine jar inside broke with a crash. A strong aroma of wine suddenly spread through the air, causing many orc warriors present to swallow their saliva subconsciously.

"This kind of transaction is a disadvantage for the orcs. Our merchants cannot deal with human merchants." Kedar said slowly as he glanced at the goods.

"It would be even worse to pile up those resources in your country. What's more, it's the tradition of the orcs to recover business losses with swords?"

"Once the trade route is opened, the huge commercial tax will make some of the nobles in Styak completely turn to peaceful trade. If Rayamond and Saint Laurent are not willing to sell you the goods, Styak may not be willing to do so."

"..."

"Her Royal Highness Princess Alos, I simply can't figure it out. Are you leaning towards us orcs or humans?" After a moment of silence, Kedar shook his head with a smile and couldn't help but ask.

"Why would the National Master ask such a stupid question? Of course I am leaning towards the elves. Without the Orc Kingdom, the Northern Province would have to fight against the Styak Empire. Without Styak, the Orc Kingdom would not let us go either. I All he wants is to survive," Yalos said as he looked into Kedar's eyes.

"No, I see the flame of ambition in your eyes, Your Highness, and the arrogance that refuses to be inferior to others. I never thought that after the war between elves and orcs in ancient times, we could actually become allies. Your Highness, happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation!" Looking at Kedar's slowly extending right palm in front of him, Yaros hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and controlled himself to stretch out his palm and tap it lightly.

But Dar saw the extreme cleanliness that penetrated into the bones of Alos. Anger flashed in its dim beast eyes, so he suddenly grabbed Alos's slender elbow and raised it up to the surrounding orcs and humans.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The orcs around him responded with violent roars, but Yaros was so excited that he could hardly control himself and almost drew his sword.

Fortunately, Kedar let go of his hand before Yalos could no longer restrain himself. It doesn't really want to destroy this agreement and alliance. After all, this secret alliance between elves and orcs is indeed of extremely great benefit to the entire orc kingdom.

The next day, early morning.

Wilderness, Centaur Forest.

Gunnather, who was wearing heavy armor and carrying a war hammer on his back, was leading his subordinate knights on the forest road on their way back.

"Boss, we lost so many brothers this time, but we didn't earn as much as we promised before. Boss, the news that Alos is an elf can fetch a lot of money, right?"

Gunnather rode at the front, and the cronies beside him asked in low voices. However, his words made Gunnather's whole body tremble.

Gunnather suddenly turned around and stared at the cronies beside him. After a while, he turned around and said indifferently:

"You kid, don't drag me with you if you want to die. Our king is already old. In his mind, the Duke of the North, Daenerys, is a person of the same era as him. Even if he lives longer than himself, he will not live too long. , now we tell him that Grand Duke Daenerys is an Elf... This is indeed very important news, but I think the possibility of him sending us to the guillotine is much higher than the possibility of him paying us gold coins."

"So you'd better keep this secret rotten in your heart forever and tell the brothers below that they are too. No, we'd better go to a foreign country."

At this time, Gunnather pulled the horse's rein back because he saw two big trees falling in the middle of the forest road. These two big trees sealed the not-wide forest road tightly.

"What happened to that old one-eyed guy? Did he blind his other eye by playing cards all day long?"

"Nathan! Nathan Hugh!"

Nathan Hugh was the name of Old One-Eyed. However, Gunnather shouted twice, and the birds in the surrounding forest flew up, but there was no response. As the scout of the team, Nathan Hugh lost contact, which made Gunnars. Se felt a little uneasy.

At this time, the confidant who rode his horse to investigate the situation also ran back.

"Boss, there are words on the fallen tree of the boss!"

"What's the word?"

"I, I don't recognize him, but he looks familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere."

The words of his cronies made Gunnather's facial muscles twitch, but he himself also knew what these cronies were. If these people were really outstanding in personal ability, he would not dare to reuse them.

There was no other way. Gunnather could only ride his horse to the place near the fallen tree. Sure enough, there were words on the tree. Gunnather took a closer look:

"Gunners died under this tree."

(Gunnather died under this tree.) And as soon as he saw these nine words, Gunnather understood everything in an instant.

"Hawkeye, Old One-Eye, we are brothers and you betrayed me!"

However, it was too late to realize everything at this moment.

Gunnather's biggest mistake was to send the one-eyed Nathan, who was addicted to gambling, to contact the soldiers in Redwood Town. The fun of the cross-generation game completely pulled this old gambler into it, and Gunnather himself also had some control abilities. Weak, so Rhodes seized the opportunity.

Gunnather may think that gambling is a way to make friends, but Rhodes knows that there is no lower limit for gamblers.

Therefore, although he taught entertainment to the military and civilians in Redwood Town, he strictly prohibited internal gambling from the beginning to avoid reducing the combat effectiveness of the army.

Rumble, swish, swish, swish...

Rolling logs fell instantly from high places in the surrounding mountains and forests, and dense arrows shot through the air.

Rhodes led the army to leave two days ahead of Gunnather. He did not waste any of these two days and spent them all on setting up traps at strategic locations.

At this moment, the surrounding Haidam light infantry pushed the prepared rolling logs and smashed them down, knocking the slave traders down. At the same time, two ogres and two bugbears holding big sticks blocked the slave traders from the rear. retreat.

On the hillside, eight charr wild hunters and two charr hunters shot arrows wildly. They were led by senior charr spearmen in front of them, and the charr spearmen formed a formation to protect them.

Facing such a terrifying and fatal situation, the last remaining desire for survival in Gunnather's heart was crushed.

"Rod! Rod!"

"Old One-Eye, Nathan! Come out, come out and see me."

Gunnather was protected by heavy armor and was unparalleled in bravery. Therefore, although he was taken care of by the archers, even the arrows shot by the third-level soldier Ciel Wild Hunter could not easily penetrate his armor.

It's just that the shooting skills of the Shire Wild Hunters are close to the accuracy of elite centaur shooters. Any of the eight shooters under Rhodes can become shooting instructors in the outside army.

Heavy armor cannot be penetrated, but chain armor on the head, face, and gaps in the armor can be penetrated. Standing high on the slope, Rhodes even saw an arrow piercing Gunnather's neck, but the shot was not very accurate. It is deep, so it is not fatal for the time being, allowing him to continue to persist for a short period of time.

"Stop shooting."

Following Rhodes' order, the offensive, which had been almost as intensive as rain, suddenly stopped, revealing the strict discipline of prohibition.

Gunnather, who was waving his war hammer crazily below, was just roaring. He didn't expect that in this situation, Rhodes would actually come out to see him.

"I never thought I would die at the hands of a young man like you."

"After all, after we met, I can still fulfill your last wish." Rhodes looked down at Gunnather. He finally recognized the bravery of the man in front of him.

"Where's One-Eyed Nathan? Ask him to come out and see me too."

"..." Rhodes stared at Gunnather for a long time, but in the end he did not refuse his request. Therefore, the one-eyed Nathan, who was originally hiding in the rear, was quickly pushed over by the soldiers.

"Sir, sir? Why haven't you killed him yet? Kill him quickly!"

Hearing the one-eyed Nathan yelling next to him, Rhodes smiled and suddenly turned his head to look at this man.

"Nathan, did I promise you that as long as you help me get rid of Gunnather, I will give you a large sum of money that you will never spend in your lifetime?"

"Uh, haha, you can just reward me with five or six hundred gold coins. It's my honor to serve you."

"Cress."

"yes."

Kress, who was beside Rhodes, heard what he said and whipped out a kick, hitting the unsuspecting Nathan in the lower back and knocking him down the slope.

At the same moment, Rhodes took out a gold coin from his arms and dropped it.

"I will definitely do what I promise. I don't think you can spend all this gold coin in your lifetime."

Of course, there was no end to it. One-eyed Nathan had just rolled over and fell, and the next moment he was jumped on by the beast-like Gunnather. Gunnather didn't even use his war hammer, but swung his arms wildly and smashed hard. Nalin was smashed into a puddle of flesh.

"This is the fate of a traitor. Since you can betray Gunnather, you can naturally betray me. How can you really believe that I will reuse you."

Rhodes spoke these words softly with the power of fighting spirit, so although the sound was not loud, it echoed in all directions and was heard by everyone present.

People in this world have not experienced repeated bombings of information storms, so their minds are sometimes not so clear. Rhodes is now setting an example of a traitor for them, further increasing the loyalty coefficient of the army in his hands, although it is already very high. .

"Rodhart, you are indeed stronger than me! I died in your hands in the end, and I have nothing to say."

After beating the traitor Nathan alive, Gunnather stood up again, covered in blood and with the arrow wound on his neck further enlarged. He was looking at Rhodes from below, and Rhodes was also looking at him. Between the two of them, Their eyes met, as if they were communicating silently.

"Gunase, you are a brave warrior after all. I am willing to give you the last dignity. You can die here with peace of mind. I will not hold your family accountable for the enmity between you and me afterwards."

Hearing this, Gunnather, who was under the slope, looked back at the slave traders behind him. When he saw that they were also looking at him eagerly, he finally let out a sigh in his heart.

Given the current situation and status, if Rhodes refuses to let go, no one in the slave-hunting group will be able to leave alive.

"Rhodes, the grudge between you and me is caused by my jealousy. It has nothing to do with these brothers under my command. After I die... I will hand them over to you. Don't make things difficult for them. You should treat them well. They just didn't follow the right boss. They are all a group of great guys." After saying this, Gunnarsor bent down and picked up the war hammer on the ground again, and then after a moment, he mustered up his courage and hit his head with a hammer. His breath was cut off and his life force disappeared.

"It's a pity, he is indeed a brave warrior." Just now, Rhodes and Gunnarsor actually made a silent deal.

Rhodes did not pursue Gunnarsor's children and family in exchange for Gunnarsor's relatively decent handing over the slave-hunting group to him.

Although Gunnarsor may not trust Rhodes, he has no choice. As a father, he can only do this even if there is only a tiny chance.

After all, in this game, he has already reached a dead end and has no other chips left.