Chapter 73 [The legends are all lies]

maritime……

The general's words immediately reminded Xia Ya. Speaking of which, he and Kevin were blocked when they headed north. The team of archers hiding on the hillside did not look like Odin people.

Judging from the individual quality, those archers obviously have a very different appearance from the Odin people. They do not have the burly and tall figure that the Odin people generally have. Although they also look very strong, the height difference cannot be erased.

It is not that the Odins are not as short as they are - but the equipment of that team of archers seems to be too "excellent" compared to the Odins.

Each of them was equipped with light and exquisite metal armor, which was obviously not something that the Odins could possess - it was not that the Odins did not have archers in armor, but the Odin Empire had always lagged far behind the Byzantine Empire in metal forging and craftsmanship. Generally speaking, the weapons and equipment of the Odin warriors only focused on two characteristics: thick and heavy.

The backward metal forging technology made the Odins not have the ability to have large-scale well-equipped armor. Only in their elite legions would the soldiers be equipped with excellent metal armor to strengthen their defense. In addition, most of the soldiers in the Odin army were mainly leather armor.

There are also weapons. Each archer encountered by Xia Ya used a high-quality horned bow. This bow is equipped with threads on the corners of the bow, which can adjust the bowstring and use equipment to assist the archer's arm strength consumption - such a craft is not something that the Odin people can possess. Although you can also spend money to buy these weapons and equipment, the individual quality of that team of archers is not outstanding compared to the Odin warriors. There is no reason to spend a lot of money to buy these rare equipment among the Odin people to arm a team of average quality.

The most important thing is the melee weapons of archers. They are all double-edged short swords, about one meter long sword, light and sharp - the Odins rarely use this short sword to fight. The tall and naturally outstanding Odins always like to show off their bravery. They prefer heavy combat weapons such as axes, hammers, or giant swords with both hands. Most Odins disdain to use such short swords.

Finally, there are those archers' shooting techniques - shooting into the running horse team, which is not something that can be done in just one or two months of practice! The training of archers is more difficult than that of ordinary warriors. And the Odins are never good at archery...

"Hmph, it seems to be the neighbor at the sea." Adrick's face turned gloomy, the scars on his face seemed to be twisting, and his eyes were full of evil spirits: "Every time we fight with the Odins, there are always shadows of these pirates."

Charia is not unfamiliar with the "pirate" Adrick mentioned - on the contrary, he is very familiar with it!

In Wildfire Town, Aunt Sofia, who once served as his dream lover in Xia Ya's youth, was her husband, the one-eyed guy who opened a tavern, was a guy from the sea.

On the sea west of the mainland, there is an island country on the sea, with a land area of ​​only one or two counties in Byzantine. However, because of its unique geographical location, that country can often be outside the battle between two major empires.

The Pirate Country is a joke that the Byzantines call this country. In fact, this country is not a pirate nest. Their level of civilization is not inferior to Byzantium. However, as a country on the sea, they are not good at land warfare, but are famous in the world for their navy. They have huge maritime power and countless fleets of warships. They are outside the mainland and can trade with the two empires at the same time, but avoid the war loss caused by most of the continent's hegemony. The maritime trade provides them with a large amount of wealth, which is a country known for its cunning and adventurous spirit.

Of course... Mainland people are not fools. Such a maritime kingdom always plays a role in fueling the battle between the two empires of the mainland, and sometimes they also play the role of weapons dealers during the war... The blood sheds in the mainland people's war is used as the nutrients for their country.

"Hmph, in the last war, these pirates were still on our side. This time, they actually sent troops to help the Odin people." Adrick frowned.

Looking at the general's gloomy face, Shaya understood that the general seemed to be worried about an important issue, but Shaya was not a Byzantine after all, and he could not understand the troubles of standing in Adrick's position for secret battles between countries outside of this war.

After a while, Adrick came back to his senses and smiled casually: "Okay, go down and rest, boy, you did a very good job this time. Your task is to recover from the injury. If you recover quickly, you might be able to catch up with this war."

Xia Ya was carried back from the tent, and he no longer thought about "sea" problems - these things were probably troubled by the generals.

He, together with Sharba and Kato, received treatment from the wounded soldiers. The three of them were seriously injured and temporarily lost the ability to continue fighting. That night, the three of them and the remnants of the Third Flag Regiment left the front line together and walked south. They would return to the station near Wildfire Town for repair.

Butler, the flag-master of the Third Flag Regiment, also went south with the team due to injuries. Although this silver-haired man was unwilling to give up, the two arrows in his chest made it difficult for him to ride even a horse. Under Adrick's strict order, he had no choice but to retreat with the team.

Because he could not ride a horse, Butler and other seriously injured soldiers lie in the carriage together. The silver-haired man seemed to be very depressed because he was defeated by the ambush and most of the soldiers were injured.

Charia doesn't care - to be honest, deep down, he has not had much thought about the victory or loss of this war: anyway, he is not a Byzantine, and there seems to be no big difference between who wins this war and who wins this war. The previous few desperate efforts were purely because he was in the Thirteenth Cavalry Corps, and he was unable to abandon his companions.

To be precise, until now, Charia had no sense of belonging to the Byzantine Empire, and his sense of belonging was only based on the Thirteenth Cavalry Corps itself.

This injury caused Xia Ya to suffer a lot. Although the medical officer in the army applied medicine to him and treated the wound, the power of the arrow he was so amazing. After experiencing so many things, at the moment he was shot, Xia Ya seemed to have really smelled the smell of death so close for the first time.

That arrow easily shot through the dragon scales that Xia Ya thought were unbreakable! Such power left a deep shock to Xia Ya's heart! He reminded himself that dragon scales are not omnipotent!

The power of that arrow was not just about shooting through the dragon scales. Xia Ya knew very well that this arrow left serious damage to his body. In the past, his physique was not as strong as a human, and he had not been injured before, but after each injury, his injuries would heal quickly at an astonishing speed: for example, the burns on the wildfire field before recovered in just two days.

But this time, the wound on the chest was covered in blood and blood. The broken wound still had no momentum of healing after a night. It could only rely on drugs to suppress the wound to deteriorate - as if Charanna's perverted recovery ability was suppressed.

He carefully recalled every detail of the moment when he was shot: at that moment, a cold air seemed to pierce his chest completely, and then the cold air spread across his chest. He could even clearly feel the cold air madly destroying his body's skills! When he came back to treat, the medical officer was forced to use a knife to cut off a large piece of frozen flesh and blood from his chest! Moreover, at that time, the flesh and blood of the wound had completely necroticated, and a ball of black with cold air could not be removed from the skin, so he could only be forced to cut it off. Moreover, when cutting, the black cold air still had a faint spread. If Xia Ya came back a little later, or if he was treated later, he might have died.

It was not until the third day on the road that Xia Ya felt that her physical functions had a faint recovery momentum.

It seemed as if his strong recovery ability had been suppressed by the strange cold air that had invaded his body before. As the cold air gradually dissipated, his strong recovery ability was finally destroyed.

One night, Shaya couldn't sleep all night, enduring the strange itch caused by the crazy growth of the wound healing muscles. The next morning, while her companion next door had not yet woken up, Shaya quietly pulled open the bandage and looked at the wound. The color of the wound had returned to normal, and the degree of muscle healing gradually recovered.

He breathed a sigh of relief...

The turtle man is not a broad-minded person. Although he can't say he will be vengeful, the old guy has given him since he was a child: if others bully you, you must bully you!

He once encountered a bear in the mountains when he was fifteen years old. Half of his shoulder was slapped by the bear. The young rusty bumpkin escaped with his strong physique. Later, he recovered for several days and practiced axe skills for half a year. In that winter, he ran into the mountains and spent two days lurking in the place where the bears appeared. Finally, he cut off the bear's head with his own hands!

The money from selling the bear gall also allowed the father and son to drink wine for a month.

(No matter who that guy is, I've shot my arrow, I'll record it!)

Although Chara had tried to keep a low profile, on the sixth day, he could already get up and move. He could not bear the boredom of lying on the carriage. He lay in such a small place every day, listening to the squeaking wheels rolling. Although it was interesting to talk to Sharbakato next to him, the rustling bumpkin also felt that he was almost rusted.

On the sixth day, he insisted on getting off the carriage.

By the way, because the Glory of the Tuba retreated to the second line, his entourage, Master Dudoluo, was lucky to have the opportunity to leave the front line. The magician, who was originally a entourage, was still worried for a while. The smart sage knew very well that with his own ability, he would definitely be a cannon fodder when he went to the battlefield. He had seen the terrifying combat power of the Odin warriors, and he didn't think that his thin body could fight with that kind of enemy.

(Besides, I am a noble magician. A noble magician has never been good at melee combat.)

Now that the rustic master is injured, Duoluo, as the entourage, naturally has an excuse to leave the battlefield with him: he is a entourage, and the entourage must follow his master to take care of him.

(Uh, God bless you, I hope this country bumpkin will be injured often in the future...)

Dodoro sat on the horse and prayed devoutly.

"Dodoro!"

While the convoy stopped to rest, Xia Ya got out of the carriage and walked a few steps. Although the wound was still painful, the slow walking was no longer hindrance. He immediately summoned his "loyal" entourage.

Duoduo's vulgar face immediately filled with respectful and humble smiles: "Yes, my master."

Xia Ya looked at the guy with her eyes slanted: "You kept saying that you were a magician, I have a question that needs someone to answer for me..."

Duoduo immediately thrust his chest: "Of course, every magician is knowledgeable and talented!"

Xia Ya took a deep breath, stood on the back of the horse, and said carefully about the process of being shot in the arrow, then lowered her voice and said, "You have seen that dragon too! You should know the hardness of the dragon scales, but the guy who attacked me with a cold arrow shot through the dragon scales with one blow! The most annoying thing is that I didn't see any arrows! I need someone to explain this situation to me. Is this a kind of magic?"

Duoduo blinked his eyelids twice and thought for a while. Just as Xia Ya showed an impatient expression, the magician quickly searched out some of his knowledge about this from his mind.

"Well, noble master, according to your statement, I think the bastard who sneaked into you may be a high-level samurai. I heard that there are some powerful samurai who can condense the fighting spirit into a physical body and cause damage to the enemy after reaching the advanced level. This is not a legend, but it is true. I have seen such a master in Osgilia with my own eyes. Uh...but, being able to materialize the fighting spirit can only be done unless you reach the level of an eight-level samurai. But..."

"But what?" Shaya frowned.

The magician swallowed and his face looked a little ugly: "However, even a level 8 warrior can condense the fighting spirit into a physical body to hurt people, but there is a distance limit. I have seen high-level warriors in Osgilia fighting with people, which can physicalize the fighting spirit into a lightsaber of pure fighting spirit. However, once you leave your hand, that is, if you attack in a long-range manner by throwing or other means, you can reach a distance of more than ten steps. If you are farther away, the fighting spirit will dissipate..."

Xia Ya touched her chin, her face didn't seem to change much, but a strange light flashed in her eyes: "Are you more than ten steps... Are you saying that the arrow is not a real arrow, but condensed with Dou Qi? But the place where the arrow came, it must be more than ten steps... Could it be that the guy who shot me is even stronger?"

Duoluo showed a serious expression on his face and shook his head, "This is not necessarily the case. After all, the masters of the warrior are good at melee combat. Not to mention the level 8 warrior, it is difficult for even a level 9 warrior to materialize the fighting spirit and hurt people dozens of meters away - perhaps it can be done. After all, I have never seen a level 9 warrior take action. But I think that even if a level 9 warrior can hurt people dozens of meters away, the fighting spirit will inevitably spread and weaken when it reaches dozens of meters away, and its power will be reduced. At that level, it is impossible to pierce the dragon scales."

The magician thought about it carefully and whispered: "On the continent, perhaps only the holy-level warrior who can fight ten thousand in the legend can achieve this level."

"Holy level?" This local bully obviously had a blank knowledge of this: "Is this bastard who sneaked into me a holy level?"

Duoduoluo was very disdainful: If the opponent was a holy-level warrior, killing you was like killing a chicken. Do you still need to attack? However, Duoduoluo would never dare to say this in person, but his expression became more and more respectful: "There are only a handful of Saint-level strong men on the continent. I think the bastard you met cannot be a holy level. Moreover, every holy-level warrior is an extremely proud person, probably... uh, probably..."

"Probably, I won't do something like sneak attack." Xia Ya laughed and patted Duoduo on the shoulder: "You can just say anything you have."

Then he frowned: "But according to what you said, how can you explain the guy who attacked me?"

"This..." Dodoro quickly explained: "I'm talking about a strong samurai. After all, the samurai is good at melee combat, so he can shoot through dragon scales with an arrow dozens of meters away. At this level, the person who sneaked into you is probably not a pure samurai guy. I think about it, he is probably a magic master."

"Mages are different from warriors. Magicians are best at long-range attacks. It is difficult for warriors to condense into arrows and shoot dozens of meters, but for magicians, they can do this with magic. Well, according to what you said, the damage you suffered has a strange freezing effect. I am even more sure that the other party is a magician, because the ice sealing effect attached to this attack is obviously a magical attribute."

"But... a magician can shoot through my dragon scales dozens of meters away. Wouldn't it be that a magician is much stronger than a warrior?"

Dodoro naturally wanted to nod. He had always been proud of being a magician. In his heart, he naturally believed that magicians were far stronger than warriors - at least to the nobleness of their identity.

But just as he was about to nod, he suddenly saw the smiley expression of the rustic bull. The magician suddenly felt aroused: This master is a standard warrior! If he dares to answer this, wouldn’t it be like saying that his entourage is more noble than his master? If he really dares to say this, he is afraid that he will suffer after he finishes his words.

He quickly shook his head, thought for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "That's not what you said. Your dragon scales themselves may be relatively single, although they are very hard, but this only means that their physical defense is very strong and cannot be cut by the sword. But the magic defense is very ordinary. If it is a living dragon, then the dragon scales on the dragon will naturally have magic resistance, but the peeled dragon scales are only left with their own hard texture, but they do not have magic resistance. After all, you are not a dragon... Maybe ordinary fighting spirit can't cut through your dragon scales, but it is very likely that an intermediate magician can penetrate it directly with magic because it does not have much magic defense ability now."

"In other words, what do you think is the one who hurts me is an Odin's magician?" Shaya touched her chin.

"Uh... in the Odin Empire, it is not called a magician, but a priest..." Dodoro sighed.

Xia Ya thought for a while, then looked at Duoduoluo with a much more kind look.

(Well, it seems that this guy is still useful, not a waste who can't work without a meal.)

On the afternoon of the seventh day, I finally returned to the base north of Wildfire Town. At this moment, the base was basically empty. Only an auxiliary guard battalion and logistics transport team were left.

The main battle flag regiment of the Thirteenth Corps had already set sail four days ago to head north, including the second flag regiment with the strongest combat effectiveness among the Thirteenth Cavalry Corps - the two thousand heavy armored cavalry!

Of course, there was another important figure who stayed at the station in the name of the left-behind camp - the observation envoy from Osgilia, the beautiful Sir Bonfrett.

I heard that the observation envoy suddenly fell ill the day before the main combat troops set off to the north, so he naturally stayed to take on the job of staying behind.

However, it is said that on the second day after the troops heading north, the jazz took the guards he brought from the imperial capital out to hunt in the surrounding woods...

Of course, these things have nothing to do with Xia Ya for the time being. The only thing he did after returning to the station was to meditate and cultivate. The front line was hundreds of miles away from here. For the time being, the war seemed to be very far away from the rustic...

The bald man did not come back, and Xia Ya lived alone in the tent. The rustic man who had experienced a life-and-death test began to rack his brains to calculate.

The first problem that needs to be solved in his mind is the powerful "scarlet murderous aura"!

No matter what, the two accidental use of the crimson murderous aura was shocked by Xia Ya’s heart! If you can fully understand and control such a powerful trick, then your strength is not...

Next time I meet a magician who sneaks into him, cut the bastard into half!

Sitting alone in the tent, Xia Ya was holding the crystal stone and fell into deep thought...

I have to say that our country bumpkin is not a fool. Although he doesn't know how to use this magic crystal correctly, at least, he... has heard many stories.

There are often some passing wanderers, bards, and other guys in the taverns in Wildfire Town. These guys seem to have no bullshit skills, but they always tell some legendary stories that make people like Feifei to trick some wine.

In those stories, those legendary heroes will accidentally get some strange treasures, such as magical equipment, holy swords, magical gems, etc.

Have you never eaten pork, have you seen pigs run away?

At least, the experiences of legendary heroes in those stories gave Shaya a lot of valuable references.
To be continued...