Which group are you from?" asked one of the blood-red armoured men in a hoarse voice. One of the blood-red armored men asked in a hoarse voice. This was a man wrapped in armor from head to toe, revealing only his blood-red eyes that were the same color as his armor.
"We're Viscount Maxibe's men." The burly man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the question from the leader of the blood-red armoured men. He could hear the Shalorian accent, so they should be on his side.
In the face of national crisis, the Shalorians were still relatively united. Of course, the Faustian spies they killed earlier didn't count because those traitors were still Faustians.
"Viscount Maxibe? The southern lord? " "There is indeed such a lord. He's still fighting against the Faustians, and he seems to be a noble under the finance minister."
The burly man didn't dare to answer. Which faction Viscount Maxibe belonged to had nothing to do with him. He had already planned to find a way to go to another country after receiving his reward. He was about to become a mid-rank Knecht, so he would have a bright future no matter where he went.
"You're quite talented. Are you interested in joining Blood Red?" the crimson-armored man changed the topic and asked.
"Err, this..." The burly man was speechless for a moment.
Blood Red had suffered heavy losses in the past few years. The lower ranked Red Team had been wiped out, and there were only three elite Blood Teams left. Moreover, most of them had been transferred from Red Team in recent years. Seeing such a good seedling, the people in Blood Red Armor had the idea of taking him under their command.
"My lord, I... After all, I'm Viscount Maxibe's subordinate... "stuttered the burly man. He was no longer as arrogant as before. The man in red armoured was obviously not the ruthless shadow guard he had noticed before. The shadow guard was at least a mid-rank Knecht. The reason why Lane and the others could escape was because the burly man deliberately let them go. Just like how Lane didn't want to be entangled with him, the burly man also didn't want to face Lane, who was stronger than him. He was just doing his job for money and didn't want to provoke anyone else.
As for the man in red armoured in front of him, he couldn't tell how strong he was at all. The man in red armoured was filled with impetus, so he should be a high-rank Knecht...
"What? Are you going to reject me?" A red light flashed in the crimson-armored man's eyes.
"Don't waste time! Wright, don't let them escape! "Another crimson-armored man said." Don't forget our mission. " The voice of this blood-red armored man was even clearer, but it also had a hint of unquestionable meaning. The hoarse voice of Wright also withdrew his murderous aura after hearing this.
"Got it, Kashar!" Wright replied. Although Wright was stronger, he still listened to Kashir, who was also the leader of the Blood team. It was because he listened to Kashir that he was one of the remaining three out of the seven Blood teams. Brute force alone was not enough on the battlefield. Brains were needed as well.
"Where did they go?" After stopping Wright, Kashir continued to ask the muscular man.
The muscular man licked his lips and said, "They went in that direction." After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed southeast. He had seen the direction in which Viscount Ryan had retreated. As for why he tortured the shadow guards and asked where the rest of the people went, it was to show his subordinates around him. After all, they were Viscount Wright's private soldiers, and he was just a mercenary.
The blood-red armor-clad man was shocked by the murderous aura that Wright had just released. If a mid-rank Knecht could be held back by a dozen or so people, then a high-rank Knecht could kill dozens or even hundreds of people. The only difference was that it would take more time. In other words, Wright alone could kill half of them, not to mention that there was a group of Blood team warriors eyeing him covetously and Kashir, whose strength was not inferior to his.
Kashir glanced at the direction and led his men in that direction. Wright spat on the ground and glanced at the muscular man and the masked men who were surrounded by them. He then said to his men, "Let's go!" The dozens of Blood team shot out like a blood arrow and quickly shuttled through the forest.
"F * ck!" After they left, the muscular man heaved a sigh of relief and cursed, "What kind of people are they? Their murderous aura is so strong. "
Unfortunately, no one around him could answer him. Those masked men were also Viscount Marxip's private army. How could they be qualified to come into contact with a mysterious organization like Shalor's Blood Red? Perhaps their lord, Viscount Marxip, would know a thing or two about it.
"Viscount Marxip is now one of the larger resistance groups in the south. There's no need to provoke him just because of one person," Kashir explained to Wright as he shuttled quickly through the forest. "The finance minister is a small matter. He can't control us, but Viscount Marxip is currently short of manpower. The more people we have, the more hope we have," Kashir sighed.
Everyone in Blood Red was loyal to Shalor. The years of war and the loss of brothers, friends, and relatives had made them full of hatred for the Faustians, which indirectly deepened their loyalty to Shalor and love for their motherland. Viscount Marxip was a noble at the forefront of the resistance at this time. Compared to the nobles in the royal capital who only wanted to drag their families and flee to other countries with their wealth, people like Viscount Marxip were more favorable to the people in Blood Red.
As the jarl of the Blood team, of course, he knew how rotten the royal capital and even the whole of Shalor was now. The king knew about the crooked thoughts of many ministers in the royal capital under the investigation of the Blood team, but he had no ability to do anything about it. The only thing he had to do now was to protect his own country.
Of course, Wright knew what 'hope' Kashir was talking about, and he immediately fell silent. He just circulated his impetus and sped up his pace. Now, their mission was to find the Faustian princess and fight for the survival of their country.
It was dawn. "Your Highness, let's go!" Lane said to the princess in the cave. Not long after, Princess Angelina limped out with her slightly dirty clothes. After half a night's rest, she had recovered a lot. Although her legs and feet were still sore and the cramps in her joints had not completely subsided, she still said, "Lane, let's go."
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Locke and Solon walked side by side in the jungle. They had been in the Bering Mountains for two days. The baron had already told them about the specific mission: to search for a carriage with the royal emblem in this area and to pick up the soldiers belonging to the Faustian side. It was a group of soldiers dressed in black and was easy to recognize.
Unfortunately, it had been two days in a row. More than 500 people in their battalion had spent all their rest time, but they hadn't found anything. However, no one complained. Compared to fighting at the frontline, the soldiers preferred to find freedom in the deep mountains and forests. It was late autumn and winter was approaching. There were no annoying bugs in the jungle, so it was a good place. Many soldiers had relied on their own skills in the past two days to have a taste of meat.
This morning, Cardoj announced that their battalion would split into three groups. Wyr would be in one group, Cardoj and Mond would be in another, and the other platoon jarls and Solon would be in another group. They formed a net and spread out in all directions. They had already split up at noon. It was now afternoon. Locke waved his longsword and chopped away the branches blocking the way while Solon chatted with Locke.
Locke was very disappointed. He had planned to see the monsters in the Bering Mountains, but unfortunately, things didn't go according to his wishes. He didn't know if the monsters in the Bering Mountains had gone into hibernation or ran back to Morphey Forest for the winter. In short, he hadn't seen a single monster so far. This was the best chance for him to see the legendary monsters, and it was also the safest way for him to come into contact with them. If a monster only had the strength of a beginner-rank Knecht, as long as it dared to appear in front of their team of a hundred, it would only take two squads to skin it and tear its bones apart.
"Monsters are more intelligent than wild beasts, and some of them who have mastered shallow magic can use magical means to avoid danger," Solon explained. "With such a large group of people, the blood of the soldiers alone can scare away ordinary wild beasts, let alone monsters."
That made sense. In the past two days, other than a blind deer that appeared in front of Locke and became his dinner, there really weren't any other wild beasts around.
Locke could only shake his head and accept the reality. Solon patted Locke's shoulder regretfully. He knew that the subordinate he had subdued was very curious.
Unlike Locke's sigh, the other platoon jarls were envious of Locke's treatment today. Solon, who was usually arrogant and didn't interact with ordinary people, had never been so approachable with them. Looking at the close relationship between Locke and Solon, it seemed that Locke had latched onto Solon's thigh, many of the platoon jarls thought. Yoshk was with the baron's team, which was led by Master Zoro. Old Carl was there, and he admired the young man whom he had once recommended.
In fact, Locke really didn't curry favor with Solon. He got along with Solon just like how he got along with the other brothers in his team. They were all young people and had common interests. At this age, their hobbies were nothing more than beautiful women and exciting experiences. After Locke told Solon two dirty jokes in the camp, the two of them immediately became closer. Locke even privately commented on Solon. This guy was a man who was cold on the outside, Locke secretly thought. Of course, he didn't dare to say this to others.
Perhaps it was because of their relationship, Solon was also more polite to Locke. "In the future, I'll take you to the colosseum in Bideslane and let you see some monsters and even major monsters!" Solon promised Locke.
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