The City of Marronligar

Although the order of the civilian society in the seaport area is mostly maintained by underground gangs, and the city guards seem to be excluded from this area, if the garrison really wants to intervene on a large scale, they may not encounter much resistance. Not worth it.

If it is said that the decline of the city-state was foreshadowed as early as the arrival of the last catastrophe - Marenlica has always focused on trade, overconfident that he will not be involved in the war, and ignored the lack of garrison troops, fortifications Issues such as obsolete - the invasion of the Kurmans exposed the disadvantages of the city defense of Marunliga.

——Miscellaneous Notes of Silver Bay Tower·The Last Defense Army

"It's a trap!" Adrian shouted from the bow.

General Lucien immediately realized that it was definitely not the owner of the Flying Lion Mansion who asked him to come here for the appointment—the other party was probably the same as himself, and he didn't know who had it.

Who is the person who plotted against them?Why do you want to do this?

Before they had time to think about it, the general and the guards immediately drew their swords and were about to turn around and run towards the coast.However, several other ships moored by the trestle bridge suddenly burst into flames.

Dozens of fire points hung on the deck that was shrouded in darkness just now.Immediately afterwards, those dancing little balls of fire rode arrows and flew in the direction of Adrian, General Lucien and the others.

The flaming arrows ignited the hay on the ship and set fire to the broken crates piled on the plank.Although it is at sea, the weather after the cold wave has turned from wet to dry, and the effect of humidity is quite limited.Under the action of the sea breeze and combustibles, the plank road and the wood of the ship itself burned quickly, and they were about to cut off the escape route of everyone.

Although the Marenliga area has always been far away from war, and even small-scale regional conflicts are rare, but as the leader of the garrison, Lucien, who is nearly half a century old, has never neglected his training as a soldier.

He swung the long sword in his hand, and blocked most of the arrows that were shot at him, but two of them were stuck on his knee and the cloak respectively.The flames climbed onto the dry cotton cloth and quickly rushed towards his head, quickly burning his eyebrows and hair, and the flesh that had been scorched by the fire was instantly numb with pain.Lucien yelled, pulled out the arrow that had pierced his leg, and threw it into the sea with his backhand.

"General, you go!"

Adrian yelled and took two steps back, avoiding the burning dry grass, tore off the cloak with Mars hanging on it, and used it to deflect a few arrows aimed at him.He didn't have time to take care of Lucien's side, so he could only pray that they escaped smoothly.Only if the general survives will they have a chance to prove that the attack had nothing to do with the Torresso family.

Until then, Adrian still thought about maintaining the relationship between the mansion and the garrison.

The fire on his body has not been extinguished, and the plank road in front of him has been led by |dry wood for a while.Lucien simply threw the sword over first, then covered his head and chest with his arms, and rolled forward on the spot. After he had overcome the fire curtain, he grabbed the edge of the plank road and jumped into the sea, using the cold sea water Quickly wash away the flames covered in it.

The full body armor and the water-soaked clothes seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, dragging the person down.Lucien clenched his teeth, exerted all his strength on his arm, almost broke a piece of wood with his fingers, and turned back from the sea onto the plank road.

The fire was burning fiercely, and the dry branches and dead grass piled up on the deck crackled, almost covering the general's trembling voice: "I will go and gather my people, and you should quickly find a way to get out!"

General Lucien's words reassured Adrian a little - at least the general believed that he was innocent.

This late-night meeting was a hoax.

These light sailboats connected by ropes and planks, together with the plank road stretching out to the sea, are a huge trap.

A round of rockets fired, and the attackers hidden in the other light sailing ships finally appeared.They put down the crossbows in their hands, drew out their long knives, stepped on the side of the ship, and jumped onto the plank road and the burning ship respectively.The assailant covered his face and yelled two prayer-like battle cries when he drew his knife, but the language he used was not the native language of Marenliga.

Adrian immediately thought of the first snow in the winter of the previous year, the group of assassins from the Bounty Hunter Association who were wiped out.

But this group of people in front of them is obviously different: compared with the locals, they are taller and stronger, with a slightly curved wide-backed and thin-bladed long knife in their hands, a fighting style that offsets their shortcomings in fineness with fierce and aggressive slashing, and rough unfamiliar language ...

—Could it be the Kullmans?

That is a grassland tribe that started to rise more than ten years ago. Their nature is like a fire, they are brave and good at fighting, and they have always been known for their brutality and bloodthirsty in the northern countries.Adrian had heard about this tribe, and heard that they were sometimes hired by the army to serve as the frontline assaulters of the cavalry.

For the Kurmans, the battlefield is heaven: a good kill is a good death.

But the people who fight them don't have it so easy.

On the swaying fireboat, the long knife from the grassland rolled up the hunting wind.Adrian barely blocked the horizontal sword with both hands, but his mouth was numb from the shock of the knife, so he dodged, leaned over the blade, relieved the opponent's strength, and then received a swift thrust, directly cutting the enemy's throat .

Adrian used a light short sword, the texture and shape of which were not suitable for chopping.If the sword grid was not strong enough, the knife just now might not even be able to hold his fingers.

Even though he received swordsmanship training at Heshan Manor, and gained knowledge in battle after coming to Marunliga, and with the guidance of Louis, Adrian still felt powerless to fight several Kurmans head-on under the circumstance of being attacked. .

Flames blazing along the sides of the ship scorched the surrounding air.The scorching flames and thick smoke not only interfered with sight, but also made people's breathing difficult, and their brains began to faint.

The encirclement net formed by Lie Yan Lie Yan (raging flames), knife light and blood flowers was finally torn open by Adrian with great difficulty.He took three steps at a time and rushed towards the wooden inclined ladder connecting the light sailboat and the plank road, but he didn't have time to care about the flames spreading above.After stepping on it, I realized that the wooden board nailed with ribs had been burned brittle and could not bear the weight of a person.

The moment the plank broke, Adrian was forced to turn around and jump back to the burning light sailboat, and then rolled, avoiding the Kullman's hot blade.

It cannot be said that the Kurmans fought without rules, but their ferocity outweighed their precision.But in Adrian's view, such an almost purely instinctive battle is even more dangerous. The double suppression of the enemy's strength and numbers quickly put him in trouble.

Maybe offense is the best defense, but it is inevitable to take the initiative to attack at this time and lose sight of the other. Attacking means losing defense.

Iron is cold, sea water is cold, killing intent is cold, and the surrounding fire is hot.

The blade of the sword made of fine steel was finally cut with a gap. I am afraid that it will not be able to block a few more attacks, and its physical strength will be consumed quickly.Adrian simply threw the dagger as a throwing knife, seized the opportunity to hold a Kurman's forearm close to him, twisted his backhand according to the joint, and snatched the long-bladed saber from the enemy's hand.

He turned his back to the burning side of the ship, and the blood-stained long knife was like a stern bolt of lightning in the scorching red light.

The tip of the knife is twisted into a flower, and the hot air is rolled up. It is Adrian who is weighing the weight of the blade and adjusting the way of fighting according to the situation.

His clothes and boots were already spattered with blood.Adrian couldn't tell who the blood belonged to—the servants of the Flying Lion Mansion, the Cullmans, or himself.

Like Samuel, Adrian wields the steppe hunter's saber, battling a ghostly foe in the flames surrounded by icy waters.

He couldn't see the ferocious expression, couldn't hear the wild roar, and even the shaking of the vision caused by the turbulence of the hull was thrown out of the sky. Everything was simplified into a weapon and a hand holding a blade, and the enemy's movements seemed slow in his eyes. down.

Adrian felt that he had never encountered such a dangerous situation, but he had never been so calm. Calmness was not as good as fear.

He can survive.

He must survive.

The trapped beast is still fighting.Not to mention humans, even animals have an instinctive desire to survive, not to mention that Adrian can't die no matter what.

He already has too much to worry about and cannot live up to.Whether it's the Torresso family, the Flying Lion Mansion, the blood relatives who depend on each other, the patriarch brothers and sisters who give him trust, or Luis who only met when he came to Marenliga.

But the desire to survive and the ability to survive are two different things.If you can't survive the fierce battle in front of you, everything is just empty talk.

Forced back by Kullman's mercenaries, when his back touched the hot railing on the edge of the deck, Adrian immediately found that the wooden railing was already crumbling.

But he had no time to escape.The knife slashed by the Kurman was full of strength, and the heavy weight hitting the saber forced Adrian to take another half step back, and the center of gravity of his leaning body almost passed the edge of the guardrail.

This retreat caused the wooden bar to break, and Adrian's back was suspended in the air instantly, and he fell off the edge of the sailboat without warning, falling into the sea like a bird shot by an arrow.

The draft of the light sailing ship with basically no cargo is not deep, and the deck is a foot high from the sea level.The back of his head, shoulders and neck hit the water suddenly, causing Adrian to lose consciousness on the spot.

The icy sea water wrapped around his body, like holding onto a heavy iron anchor.The bone-piercing chill pierced into every inch of Adrian's flesh like a needle, and immediately diluted the blood stains on his clothes.The bloody bubbles on the red-lit sea looked like the reflection of Mars.

On the other side of the plank road, General Lucien, who passed through the burning barrier, has not escaped the pursuit of the Kurmans.There was only one guard left beside him, and the arrow wound in his knee made him have to rely on the guard to support him.

Lucien didn't even have time to scream for the burns on his body.

He has only one idea: he must escape back to the pier as soon as possible, whether it is called guards or underground gangs, the most urgent task is to rescue the people of Feishi Mansion from among the group of attackers.

A beast-like roar came from behind, followed by drum-like footsteps and boiling murderous intent.Lucien couldn't understand this foreign language, but judging from the length and tone, it was probably a deterrent such as "stop" or "don't try to run".

But at this moment, extreme tension caught the guard's leg.The guard's ankle gave way, and he fell to the ground together with General Lucien.

The escape just now had exhausted their physical strength, and the heavy clothes soaked in seawater dragged their bodies straight down, causing them to fall on the plank road and unable to stand up for a while.

In an instant, the sound of footsteps and the wind of the long knife approaching the two of them together.

Do you really want to die here?

He didn't die on the battlefield, but died in embarrassment on the plank road of the pier. Even who the murderer was and why he had no way of knowing?

At this moment, the midnight bell rang in the bell tower in the center of Marenliga, like a boulder falling into the tide, pushing new waves in all directions.

It was precisely because of this bell that the movement of the Kurmans raising their knives paused for a very short time.

Lucien gritted his teeth, clenched the battle sword in his hand, and wanted to turn around and fight desperately, but saw a flash of silver light, and an arrow directly penetrated the throat of the Kurman.

The killed Kurman fell backwards.Before the heavy body was completely lying on the plank road, a figure suddenly passed the two generals who fell on the plank road, as fast as the iron arrow that appeared from the darkness just now.

"Hey, are you—"

The guard tried to stop the man with a hoarse voice.However, the uninvited guest completely ignored General Lucien, who had just recovered his life, and rushed straight to the fire scene on the other side of the plank road.

The battle on the caravel came to an end as Adrian fell into the sea.A black figure that was different from the Kurmans stepped over the corpses on the deck, stopped in front of the broken guardrail, and looked down at the spreading ripples coldly.

"I didn't expect him to come to Feishi Mansion..." The man in black crossed his arms and muttered. "Alright, let's treat it as a wrong hit. Regardless of life or death, get this guy back first."

The Kullmans looked at each other, not knowing what he was planning for a moment, so they had to follow suit because the other party had paid for it.

Among the group of northern mercenaries, a rare one who knows how to swim has tied a rope around his waist and jumped into the water to search for Adrian's whereabouts.After a while, they fished Adrian up.

After being immersed in the midnight sea, his whole body was cold, only his chest was still heaving weakly.The leader of the Kullmans checked Adrian's breath and found that he was indeed not out of breath, but just passed out.

As a result, the leader of Kullman put the knife across Adrian's neck, just one stroke, and the "target" was killed on the spot in an unconscious state.

He is not familiar with the southern language, and his wording and tone are very blunt: "This person is not dead yet. Kill? Don't kill?"

The mysterious mastermind shook his head: "No, don't kill him yet. This guy still has some uses."

But the other Kurmans were not interested in the interlocking plots, and just shouted in the language of their northern hometown: "Kill him, blood sacrifice to these dead brothers!"

One of them directly pulled out his knife and took two steps forward, intending to kill Adrian himself.

The mastermind who had never made a move during the battle frowned, and was about to stop, when he heard a shrill wind.The flying arrow pierced the forearm of the Kurman, and the half-raised knife fell to the ground.Another arrow went straight to the man in black. If he hadn't reacted in time and took two steps to the side, he might have been killed too.

Everyone turned their heads to look in the direction of the arrow, and their red-glowing eyes were filled with anger again.One person appeared on the other sailboat that Kullman's mercenaries had ambushed earlier, jumped forward on the edge of the boat, and jumped directly onto the still burning fireboat.

The moment he landed, he pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, and pointed it at the man in black who was standing beside Adrian and giving orders to the attackers.

"Let him go."

It was none other than Louis who spoke.

Louis lowered his voice full of anger, his face was terribly gloomy, he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and said wordlessly: "I should be the one you want to plot against the most, Chu De."

Chu De raised his hand and stopped the Kurmans who wanted to fight directly.His shoulders moved, and he seemed to be smiling: "That's right. You really came, Cormac 'Honorary President', my most respected senior."

He took off his heavy cloak, pulled out the long sword commonly used by bounty hunters, casually held a sword flower in his hand, and walked a few steps forward with aristocratic steps.

On the light sailing ship, the open space on the deck that had not been engulfed in flames became the duel ground between Trud and Louis.

In the firelight, Chu De's sinister smile was like a scorpion's poisonous needle: "Do you want to fight with your hands and feet after a long time, Louis?"

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