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Volume 3: The Conspirator of the Free City Chapter 14: Desperate Rush, Bloodbath of Baiqiu (Part 2)

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    Larok, the guard captain and high-ranking knight of the Baiqiu Camp, is a cautious man. He is also a close subordinate of Joseph Tito, the lord of Tatarchuk City and the mercenary king.  As early as the era when the Free City was still controlled by many members of the Council, Laroque offered his loyalty to Joseph Tito, who was still a young man at the time, and followed him through life and death, fighting bloody battles, and finally established the current city that has existed for hundreds of years.  A great foundation that no one can match.  However, Larocque's loyalty did not bring him the status he imagined. After many people who had pledged their loyalty later than him had climbed to the high positions of adventurer union elders or deputy city lords, Larocque still was not entrusted with important tasks, and was even dismissed.  Sent to a remote camp like Baiqiu to serve as an inconspicuous guard captain.  Of course, Larocque will feel very disappointed because of this, and it can even be said that he is full of jealousy.  But to be honest, the position of guard captain of Baiqiu Camp is not insignificant, and there is sufficient oil and water.  This semi-permanent camp is located on the edge of the Great Abrahamic Desert, three days away from Tatarchuk.  Many business groups returning with a full load will choose this place for supplies and rest, so that they can return to the Free City in the best possible condition and receive the cheers and applause that come with high profits.  Of course, the business group returning with a full load will not mind that the cost of food and accommodation in Baiqiu Camp is several times higher than that of other places, just like a person who has just made a fortune will not mind paying several times more to enjoy a feast.  As the captain of the guard, Larocque also gained considerable wealth. With the inevitable disappointment caused by not being reused, Larocque quickly learned to allow himself to enjoy pleasure-pleasant dances and lingering music.  , delicacies that seem to melt the tongue, and a half-elf girl who is as soft as a bone on the bed.  He found that through these enjoyments he could relax his mind and temporarily calm down all the worries caused by his unfulfilled ambitions.  "It's a pity that he doesn't know the real reason why he didn't get the important task given by the Mercenary King.  Larocque has indeed followed Joseph Tito loyally for fifteen years and made great contributions to the mercenary king's foundation.  However, his strength has never improved much, perhaps because of his limited potential. The high-level knight from fifteen years ago is still at the same level now, and has even regressed due to his greed for pleasure.  Although Joseph Tito still trusts Larocque's loyalty, apart from inquiring about information and amassing wealth in the White Hill camp, Larocque has no way to assume more important responsibilities.  Larocque didn¡¯t know that his status in Joseph Tito¡¯s heart had been reduced to this level. He continued to work diligently for the Lord of Tatarchuk, and at the same time, he chose to embezzle and misappropriate funds extremely carefully.  A few months ago, the number of business groups that successfully returned from the Abraham Desert suddenly increased. Larocque took the opportunity to slightly increase the price of food and accommodation, and conducted extra strict inspections on several of the business groups that were not well established in order to  Use the confiscated items to secretly expand your warehouse.  However, just a few days ago, a top-secret order from the mercenary king was sent to the guard captain of Baiqiu Camp. It was an order to intercept all travelers returning from the desert. "The gate of Tatarchuk should not be blocked by any means."  The news from the desert is ringing.¡± The order so bluntly announced the death penalty for all survivors who escaped from the pursuit of the barbarian orc tribe, which made Larok take great pains.  The guard captain, who is cautious by nature, would not consider this a trivial matter.  Putting aside everything else, no one or any method can seal off the desert for a long time. If a fish slips through the net and returns to the Free City through other roads instead of passing through the Baiqiu Camp, it means that what he did at the Baiqiu Camp  The murderous activities were completely exposed, resulting in an unwilling and intimate contact with the gallows erected in the Civic Square.  Even Tatarchuk¡¯s powerful city lord and mercenary king Joseph Tito cannot reverse this result unless there is some huge change that he is unaware of.  The worried Larocque found that he could no longer enjoy the dinner. It seemed that even his stomach was against him at this time.  Immediately afterwards, a loud horn sound came from outside the camp, echoing under the dark blue sky.  Larocque cursed under his breath and pushed away the barely touched dinner plate, then sent the servant to gather help.  It is not easy to fulfill the top-secret orders of the Mercenary King. Almost all those who can survive the attack of the barbarian orc tribe have extraordinary skills.  The day before yesterday, a wounded adventurer almost fought his way out of the siege of dozens of heavily armed camp guards. In the end, Larocque and four other knights who had mastered the power of fighting energy joined forces to intercept and kill him.  He cornered the adventurer in a corner of the camp and cut him into pieces with swords.  It took some time to wait for the team to assemble, but Larocque did not intend to risk his own safety. Then he made a perfect arrangement, making every building and passage in the White Hill Camp full of hidden murderous intent.  If the guard at the lookout tower hadn't blown the urging horn again, he might have spent two more dollars.? time to perfect those arrangements.  The team that appeared outside the Baiqiu Camp has begun to move impatiently to the west. If they pass by the Baiqiu Camp, Larocque can fully imagine the scene of his head being chopped off by the angry mercenary king.  .  So the guard captain rushed up to the wall made of logs with unprecedented urgency, squinted his eyes and looked outside the camp, and then he couldn't help but take a sharp breath.  The setting sun has disappeared on the western horizon, and the sky is turning from dark blue to indigo, and will soon turn into pure darkness.  At this time, the silver moon and the red moon have not yet risen, and only the twinkling stars dominate the sky, as if they are full of diamonds dropped by the gods.  This beautiful scenery is really impressive, but Larocque didn't notice it at all. His eyes were completely attracted by the team in front of him, and fear and tension were like countless little snakes burrowing under his skin.  , biting the flesh and blood, burrowing into his belly, causing him to feel an indescribable pain and dizziness.  For the Baiqiu camp with 80 elite guard soldiers, the size of the team in front of them is a bit too big.  Larocque estimated that there were at least seventy of them, and there were almost no serious casualties. Everyone wore a sheathed scimitar or a long sword on their waist, and some of them carried cedar longbows on their shoulders.  Of course, these people have no chance of winning when they attack the Baiqiu Camp, which has wooden walls, watchtowers and trenches. However, it is equally difficult to completely eliminate such a team with the defensive strength of the Baiqiu Camp.  "It seems we have to think of other ways." Larocque didn't want to take risks, but other than leading them into the Baiqiu camp, there was no way to silently annihilate such a full cavalry team, even by notifying the mercenary king.  If we send several times more manpower to carry out encirclement and suppression, I am afraid that some fish will inevitably slip through the net.  "Commander, go tell the trumpeter to blow the welcome tune, right away." Larocque turned around and ordered, "When those people come over, let people lower the suspension bridge. There is no need to wait for new orders." Watching the messenger run away.  , Larocque walked quickly down the wall. He was going to his private warehouse to find something that could come in handy.  That thing had just been acquired, and it was very expensive and extremely difficult to find. Spending it here made Larocque heartbroken.  But he at least understands what unavoidable losses are.  A few minutes later, Larocque appeared in front of the camp again, with a friendly smile on his face and some kind of fine light blue crystal in the hidden bag in his sleeve.  "Welcome back to Baiqiu Camp, friends of the Sons of Flame Mercenary Group." He greeted warmly, "Did you complete the escort mission smoothly this time? Have you seen any hot foreign women in the Barbarian Orc tribe?  "Slave?" "Sir Larocca, we are not lucky enough to see a hot female slave, but we have eaten a lot of dry and hot sand." The leader of this team, a middle-aged mercenary with sharp eyes, turned over and jumped down.  He mounted his horse and handed the reins to the stable boy who came up to him.  "Is there anything to eat or drink? We are so thirsty that our throats are smoldering, and we are so hungry." "Of course, the Baiqiu Camp has everything." Larocque tried his best to pretend to be in high spirits, "The most delicious summer day  Red wine, the most delicious turnip stew, and the most comfortable soft bed." He turned aside and showed the smile that men often show when talking about certain topics. "If the rewards of this mission are rich enough, do you want to come?  Want to taste the flavor of a woman with some dark elf blood? That is a joyful garden that ordinary people can't even imagine." The frustration on the middle-aged mercenary's face flashed, "With such high-end things,  Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He lowered his voice, as if he didn't want the people around him to hear his answer, "But let's forget it this time. After riding a wild camel for six whole days, my lumbar spine was almost broken.  Are you able to stand up?" Larocque laughed awkwardly, then turned his head and made a gesture to the camp guards standing on both sides of the wooden plank shed. Half of the guards left their posts, and the remaining ones also left their posts.  They all took off their helmets, took off their breastplates, and sat on the ground to rest.  "It seems that there will be no other guests tonight." Larocque explained. He strode into the wooden shed, then turned around, with a warm smile on his face, and opened his arms to everyone, "Son of Flame  My friends, the wine has been poured and the spiced barbecue has been served. Come and enjoy." The middle-aged mercenary nodded pretending to be reserved, trying to appear calm and unhurried.  But the mercenaries under him didn't bother to show off. Due to strict discipline, these guys finally didn't start running, but they didn't hide their urgency. Several of them even crowded for a while when entering the shed, and something happened.  A short but heated argument.  Larocque looked at the mercenaries with a smile as they eagerly took their seats, then grabbed barbecue and bread.  They kept eating and munching aggressively.They looked like a group of refugees who were about to starve to death, but for some reason, no one touched the fragrant liquor on the table, preferring to swallow the food in their mouths with tasteless water.  This is really a problem.  Larocque kept a smile on his face and thought in his mind like lightning. It was difficult to deal with a group of exhausted but vigilant adventurers, but it was much easier to deal with a group of drunken drunkards.  The barbecues placed on the long table have a little too much salt in them, and the bread and wheat cakes are also dried over a special fire. Even ordinary people will feel very thirsty after eating them. At this time, it is time to drink the fragrant grape soju.  And mead came in handy. More than one adventurer or merchant group guard with extraordinary skills couldn't help but drink too much wine, and then died while drunk. Afterwards, Larocque even obtained the relics of one of them.  The Great Knight's Golden Sword Badge was found.  "Why don't you drink some wine to moisten your throat? Isn't it to your taste?" Larocque said as he walked to the end of the long table, picked up the huge bronze wine vessel and smelled it, then showed obvious anger, "What a bunch of people.  You idiot!" he shouted to the servant standing in the corner of the wooden shed, "how dare you give this kind of swill that is only suitable for feeding pigs to the friends of the Son of Fire? Take my best wine now?  Come out and see the two barrels at the end of the cellar, with the blackcurrant berry pattern on the barrels." The two servants apologized in a low voice, then turned and left.  In less than a minute, they each pushed an oak barrel about half a man's height back into the shed. Larocque put a smile on his face again, walked to one of the oak barrels in person, and took the tool from the servant.  Hammer and chisel for opening wine barrels.  "This is the best frost-cold nectar, produced at Roland Manor in Northern County. There is no sweeter and more refreshing wine in the world." Larocque boasted with a smile as he knocked open the cork, "Look.  No, this is the logo of Roland Estate, and there is a year underneath. "Everyone's eyes were drawn to the exquisite pattern imprinted on the barrel. No one seemed to notice that while Laroque opened the cork of the barrel.  , several light blue crystals smaller than a fingernail rolled out from his sleeves, and then slid into the barrel with clever movements.  Then Larocque straightened up and called the servants with gestures, asking them to pour a glass of golden wine for everyone on both sides of the long table.  There were also two silver cups filled with fine wine placed in front of him, but one of the silver cups was just ordinary mead, and it seemed to be about the same color.  Larocque picked up a glass in each hand and handed the glass of frost-cold nectar to the middle-aged mercenary with sharp eyes.  "Friends of the Sons of Flame, let us drink this cup to the full, and together we wish that the Sons of Flame mercenary group will always be full of vitality, and also wish our wise leader, the king of mercenaries, Lord Joseph Tito, a long life!"
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