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Volume 7: The bloody battle of Tallon (2) Chapter 15: The fantasy drifting of the straggler marquis

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    The gray-black figure of Tallon Fortress could be seen in the distance in the rain curtain ahead. Tomad finally breathed a sigh of relief and put down his worries along the way.  A surprise attack on an enemy camp by light cavalry and a siege of a giant tower by fire may sound like chapters that are often seen in heroic epics. However, only by immersing yourself in the scene can you feel how arduous a task it is.  There are more than 100,000 barbarian orcs in the army. Even if they rely on a solid fortress, this is a number that can make people feel numb.  Once the light cavalry attack and encounter the main force of the barbarian orc army, I am afraid that not more than one-tenth of the people will be able to retreat to the fortress. In this way, the fall of the fortress is already a matter of time.  If it weren¡¯t for the fact that the siege tower posed too great a threat to the fortress, Tomad would not have chosen to do this.  "Each department, count the number of people and losses." Tomad's tone showed a rare hint of joy, "After returning to the fortress, I will invite everyone to drink the noble rot wine produced in the north. I want to sell one in the imperial capital of Fermeyer.  A cup of golden griffon." "Hey, that's great!" Knight Deborah responded loudly, "Forty knights from the guard army attacked, and there were no casualties." "Eighty soldiers attacked.  Eighty people returned, two were slightly injured." Silva's voice sounded from the other direction, "Tomad, what kind of wine do you have, is it enough for each person?" "That's enough!"  He shouted back, "I brought everything Duke Bamilyan sent, five barrels in total. Della uh, Lord Toth, what are the casualties of the Steel Fist Knight?" No reply, a few seconds  After that, a slightly panicked voice sounded, "Lord Thoth is not here! Gods, he must not have followed!" There was a "bang" in Tomad's mouth, and he almost broke a tooth.  .  It was obvious that the great Marquis de Dragunson had been bored for too long, dominated by the fiery passion of battle, and did not hear the order to retreat.  Because it had been raining, the visibility was poor, and everyone was in a nervous mood, no one noticed that Marquis Dragunson had left the team.  Knight Deborah looked around and snorted with some dissatisfaction, "May the gods in the sky bless him. Lord Thoth is not like this at ordinary times. Did he not hear the order to retreat? Or was he ambushed by the roaring warriors of the barbarian beasts?  In my opinion, let¡¯s wait for another ten minutes and then retreat to the fortress.¡± This argument obviously made the Steel Fist Knights very dissatisfied, but because ¡°Lord Toth¡¯s¡± actions were not correct anyway, even they.  There was no suggestion of returning to search.  Only Tomad's face was ashen and he was sweating profusely.  It would be nice if the missing one was really Lord Thoth.  Although this thought was a real blow to the innocent Lord Thoth, Tomad still had such an idea.  As the leader of the first branch of the Knights of the Steel Fist, Lord Toth's status is undoubtedly very important, but it is not important enough for everyone to take huge risks to rescue him. But the Marquis of Steel Fist Dragonson is completely different.  If he really fell into the hands of the barbarian orc army, as long as his head was displayed on the tip of a spear the next day, the morale of the defenders of Tallon Fortress would inevitably be severely damaged. Considering the Pilgrims and the Knights of the Steel Fist,  The deep-rooted contradictions between them may even lead to a mutiny on the spot.  "Everyone no, those who believe in me, follow me, let's search for Lord Thoth." When Tomad said this, his tone was somewhat stiff, and those who heard the order were even more shocked.  "Lord Thomas, this is too dangerous and completely unreasonable!" Knight Deborah was the first to object loudly. "The Imperial Military Code clearly states that during surprise attacks and sorties, regardless of the reason, there is no need to search for stragglers!  ¡± There was a burst of approval from the crowd, and even some among the Steel Fist Knights were nodding slightly, but they could not express their support clearly due to human feelings.  Tomad twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly. He found that he seemed to have done this action frequently recently, "With all due respect, Knight Deborah, you did not fully describe the article in the military code. Unless the stragglers are more important than the entire army."  Team." Knight Deborah's face turned red, and then suddenly turned pale as if she thought of something.  "The stragglerisn't Lord Thoth?" Thomas shrugged helplessly, "Indeed not, okay, let's not waste time. One more second of delay will be more dangerous." After finishing speaking,  After saying these words, he took the lead and turned around, walking towards the camp of the barbarian orc army.  Silva and the pilgrims followed without hesitation, followed by the team of steel fist knights. Only the guard knights did not follow immediately. They looked at each other in confusion.  Knight Deborah cursed something, spat into the water at his feet, and then waved, "Brothers, follow me."  "Why do you want to follow? Knight Deborah, what do you mean that person is not Lord Thoth?" Someone with a rough voice asked dissatisfiedly.  "Actually, I should have seen something a long time ago." Knight Deborah wiped the rain off his face and complained in a muffled voice, "Old Toth is very strong and tough, but compared to the man just now, he is  It's not even close. That man is Marquis Dragonson, the leader of the Knights of the Steel Fist and the guardian of Tallon Fortress. God, he actually wore Lord Thoth's armor and came out with us to carry out a surprise attack.  !¡± Tomad hurriedly waded through the knee-deep water, completely ignoring the possibility that such an action would make too much noise.  In fact, this damn surprise attack has officially been declared a failure. Now he wants to shout, as long as Marquis Dragunson can hear it.  Even if it doesn¡¯t work, it can still attract the attention of some barbarian orcs and give Marquis Dragunson a little more hope of escaping.  But he can't do that.  Tomad has the tattoo space as a last resort, but Silva and the other pilgrim brothers do not. Once they are heavily surrounded by the barbarian orc army, I am afraid no one can break out of the encirclement.  A burst of irritation rose in Tomad's heart. He really wanted to turn around and leave, return to the fortress, and let Dragonson die. A few months ago, this was his true wish.  But it doesn¡¯t work now. Marquis Dragunson can¡¯t die yet, at least he can¡¯t die here, in a risky attack with his own suggestions.  There was a faint sound of metal collision, and Tomad quickly raised his hand and ordered everyone to stop.  More than one person heard the sound, indicating that the distance should not be too far, but the rain curtain made it difficult to determine the source of the sound. After a full minute, Tomad still couldn't determine the direction from which the sound came.  "Silva, help me guard the surroundings." Tomad gritted his teeth, sat in the water, then closed his eyes and began to meditate.  After a few seconds, everything around him began to appear in his mind, as if there was an invisible eye rising into the sky, overlooking the earth from a very high angle.  But it was not enough. There was no sign of fighting within hundreds of meters.  Tomad worked hard to spread his mental power, and the scope gradually expanded, and finally a hazy scene appeared.  Marquis Dragunson was surrounded by hundreds of barbarian orcs in a sparse forest. He leaned against a big tree and wielded the Ripper to kill the roaring warriors who came up.  A burly orc who looked somewhat familiar was standing not far away, holding a big and ugly sword in his hand, looking at the figure of Marquis Dragunson with a face full of enthusiasm.  There was a stabbing pain in the depths of my mind, and the picture in front of me quickly distorted and disappeared.  Tomad opened his eyes, pressed his fingers on his forehead that was aching due to mental exhaustion, and announced loudly, "In a forest in the southeast, there are hundreds of barbarian orcs surrounding the Marquis, most of them are elites.  The white guard, hurry up, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long!"
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