Hearing this scream, Aaron's and Eleanor's reactions were very different.
The muscle memory gained from years of training allowed Aaron to parry in an instant.
Stand upright, feet apart, left foot in front, right foot behind, raise the long sword facing upwards, concentrate your strength on your wrist, hold the hilt of the sword with your right hand, and buckle your thumb on the guard to ensure that it can be used at any time
Respond quickly to the enemy.
However, Aaron's left hand did not hold the lower part of the sword tightly like the standard Purple Dragon Knight's fighting method. Instead, it pressed against the contact point between the wrist of his right hand and the hilt of the sword, with his palm slightly open.
This is not a normal standard knight swordsmanship parry.
The correct knight's sword parrying posture should be to hold the back half of the long sword with your left hand, and at the same time use the strength of both arms to control the sword body.
Generally speaking, the blade of a one-handed long sword is divided into two ends. The first half is the "weak side" and is mainly responsible for piercing and slashing. The second half is the "strong side". The use of this part is the same as that of a two-handed blunt weapon (long stick or large stick).
There is actually no difference between hammers and hammers. Many knights' strong sides are not even bladed.
It's really weird what Aaron's left hand is doing.
Miss Priest, who was a few steps away from Aaron, reacted faster than Aaron. The moment she heard the roar, she raised the war hammer with one hand and threw it with the other hand. The thick sacred weapon around her waist
The book has been opened, and the silver moon pattern on the page glows with the movements of the priest lady, and a magical spell has been prepared.
Twilight flames!
The moonlight streaked through the air, directly hitting the carriage and bursting out with dazzling light. At the same time, the twilight also enveloped Aaron, forming a protective ring of twilight on the surface of his body.
Aaron's eyes widened.
Eleanor Dineful is a very rare priest of the Twilight Realm!
But he didn't have time to think so much. As the curtain was opened, a bugbear about two meters tall came to his face!
A familiar guy popped into Aaron's mind.
This bugbear looks a bit like a basketball star he saw in his previous life.
It's the guy nicknamed Big Eyebrow Brother.
Bugbears are goblin-like creatures that belong to the chaotic evil camp. Unlike their cousins the hobgoblin, bugbears are creatures that have no brains and only know how to hunt and plunder driven by instinct. Unlike their goblin cousins, bugbears are tall and muscular.
He is powerful and likes to use mace and mace, and is always ready to give the enemy a hard blow.
Although bugbears are also called goblins, they are almost two different creatures from goblins. They have a pair of pointed ears, huge fangs that can bite a human leg off in one bite, bulging muscles and thick hair, and two thick eyebrows.
The yellow eyes underneath are always full of fighting spirit and hunger, looking for fresh and delicious food and enemies who are worthy of being rivals.
This is still not the deadliest place for bugbears.
The most terrifying thing about bugbears is that they are not as orderly as their fellow hobgoblins, advocating military systems and strict discipline, and like to defeat their opponents through tactics in an upright manner. Bugbears have low IQs but are very cunning. They especially like to ambush and make surprise attacks.
A bugbear's sneak attack can knock an unsuspecting and fully-armed knight into the ground with a stick, and then use its mace to open the can and enjoy the rare delicacy!
Many novice adventurers have lost their lives because of this.
The fancy tricks, long-trained swordsmanship, and various tricks used in noble duels are all no match for the bugbear's hammer.
This bugbear had obviously been hungry for a long time. It rushed out from the car curtain and struck Aaron head-on. The mace came instantly with strong winds and harsh friction sounds in the air.
What a powerful force! Aaron's pupils shrank, and he immediately slid back, narrowly dodging the blow.
The purple magic has also taken shape in Aaron's palm.
The Whip of Slaanesh!
From Aaron's left hand, three long whips covered with barbs were thrown out and swiped at the bugbear's face. Almost in an instant, the bugbear was disfigured, and large streams of blood spurted out from its face.
, splashed all over Aaron.
The Bugbear is a creature that is not very afraid of pain, but for some reason, the pain visible to the naked eye on its face after being hit by this whip surprised both Eleanor and the peepers in the forest.
This delay caused the best opportunity to attack Aaron to be lost. Aaron retreated again and successfully evaded the bugbear's attack range, and even used the long sword in his hand to cut off a piece of flesh from its face.
The long whip dissipated, and the spellcasting with his left hand continued. A pink flame had gathered in his palm.
Tzeentch Pink Flame!
The weird pink flames shot out in a twisted trajectory in the air and hit the bugbear's body head-on. The giant beast was rolling on the grass in pain.
No one knew what the pink flame was, but everyone could see that the flame was filled with an evil nature. The bear was clearly only touched but not burned, but it seemed as if he had experienced great pain.
Take a closer look, where is the flame? The flame turned into a creature like an elf, lying on the bugbear's body, scratching and biting it, until the bugbear lay down on it and trampled it to pieces.
At this time, there was finally movement in the forest.
Several figures in cloaks stepped out from behind the big tree, followed by the sound of whistling arrows.
However, their attack came too late.
"Silver Madonna!" Miss Priest's attack has come from far to near. She is holding a book in one hand. On the opened page, the Holy Emblem of the Silver Madonna is burning with the fire of twilight. The other hand is holding a war hammer high, with the hammer head
The surface is already filled with moonlight.
Taking a two-step approach and leaping forward, the priest's body jumped three meters high, and the warhammer fell, hitting the Bugbear's head directly.
"Pa~"
Yellow, white, and red liquids flew up, and the sound of metal collision echoed in the forest. The two-meter-tall bugbear let out a scream, its body trembled a few times, and after rolling on the ground and splashing a cloud of dust,
Not moving anymore.
"Well done, Miss Eleanor." Aaron couldn't help but swallowed when he looked at the bugbear whose whole skull was smashed with a big hole. He got up from the ground and gently patted the dirt and grass seeds off his body.
He gave a thumbs up to the pastor lady and said with a smile: "Do you always convince people with your hammer like this?
The pastor lady slapped the robe that was splashed with various juices in disgust. Her face did not show joy, but she stared at Aaron with a burning gaze: "What is that?"
"What is what?" Aaron played dumb.
"What is that purple whip? Aaron, I don't remember you believing in torturing ladies!" Eleanor felt oppressed.
"It's a gift from the Holy Mother of Silver!" Aaron said immediately.
The pastor's voice was choked.
How should she continue to say this?
"...What about the pink flame? The sacred flame of the Silver Virgin can only be silver, blue and white!" She did not give up.
"It's the grace of Our Lady of Silver!" Aaron was extremely serious.
"You..." Miss Priest's face turned pale with anger, and her small hands wrapped in iron gloves clenched the hand of Warhammer Moon.
Is that the power of the Silver Virgin? That’s bullshit!
Even a fool can see that it is not the power of the Silver Madonna at all. The power of the Silver Madonna has always been soft and true. How could it be as evil as the one released by Aaron?
But Aaron is the "touched one". He went to the kingdom of Sullun and met the god himself.
A true devout believer would not question the god's decision. Since Aaron said yes, then until Su Lun denied it personally, the pastor lady could only assume that he was.
This is the logic of the clergy. Even if she knew that something was wrong with the source of Aaron's power, Eleanor would not ask any more questions due to her piety.
He had already thought of it. Seeing the pastor's uncomfortable and confused state, Aaron raised the corners of his mouth calmly.
That's not just your God, that's my God too!
"Friends in the woods, can you come out now?" Aaron gestured to the pastor to tell the pastor that we would discuss our issues later. The young viscount then said to the figures that flashed out of the forest.
"Hello, distinguished nobles, I'm sorry to frighten you. We are Ferrara's adventure group. I am Ferrara, and this is my deputy, Montero." A tall and slender man wearing a
The mercenary leader with worn leather armor and stubble on his face walked out of the forest with several mercenaries in equally shabby clothes. His black eyes showed caution. He first looked at the shabby robe on his body, but there was no doubt that he could
Aaron, who saw the purple dragon pattern, thought to himself, "What a handsome young man." Then he moved his eyes to the priest lady with the silver holy emblem of the Virgin embroidered on the mask.
His eyes flickered a few times, and he introduced a shorter, equally dirty leather-armored man behind him to the two of them: "This is Montero, my partner."
"Hello, Mr. Ferrara, Mr. Montero, were you attacked in the forest?" Aaron noticed that whether it was Ferrara with long hair or Montero with short hair, their hair looked like weeds.
Same haggard: "Goblin?"
"Ah, exactly." The tall and thin mercenary leader nodded repeatedly. He pointed to a bite mark left on the leather armor: "Look, noble lord, this is what the goblin bit. Here is the great Tempus."
, Your Excellency, we are a group of businessmen, coming from Zambia, and the goods are sausages and beer, but by chance we encountered a war group led by bugbears. As you can see, we were attacked."
"Were you attacked?" Aaron looked at this group of people - there were at least a dozen of them, seven or eight swords, and three powerful crossbows in their hands.
"Isn't that right? Your Excellency, fortunately you are here, otherwise we really don't know how to deal with this bugbear!" Ferrara approached enthusiastically and took out a strip of ointment from his arms: "Your Excellency, you are injured.
Are you ready? I have some ointment here!"
"Aaron Salian, my name is Aaron Salian, I am Viscount Salian, and she is Eleanor, the priest of the Silver Virgin." Aaron waved his hand to reject Ferrara's ointment, and he slapped it calmly.
He snapped his fingers, and little pink flames spurted out from his fingertips: "As you can see, I am a warlock."
Seeing pink flames emerging from Aaron's fingertips, most of the surrounding mercenaries looked surprised, and the formation that was originally surrounded by a semicircle quietly retreated.
"We rarely see warlocks in Cormyr. I thought you were a war mage." Ferrara and Montero looked at each other: "It is not common to meet a lone nobleman in the wild."
"I am traveling on the order of His Highness the Regent Alice Serre. Now that the mission is completed, His Highness the Regent should be waiting for me to report back in Susal." Aaron smiled brightly at Ferrara and Montero: "Very well.
I am lucky enough to meet you all in the wild, I believe this must be Taimora's blessing."
As His Excellency the Viscount showed a bright smile, both Ferrara and Montero felt as if a bright sunshine penetrated into their hearts, dispelling the haze during this period, especially the mercenary leader, who could hardly help himself.
Di secretly made a gesture to the mercenaries from behind.
Your Excellency is a very nice person, so don't worry.
"Well, just in time, we are going back to Susar now. It's a bit dangerous if there are only two of us on the road, and you are obviously in trouble. Why don't we go together?" Aaron said with a bright smile: "This will be good for both of us.
.”
"Are you willing to go with us?" Ferrara said in surprise. The tall and thin mercenary leader clenched his fists excitedly: "You are a spell caster. Of course we are willing to go with a spell caster! Just in time, we also plan to go to Susa.
Go! Let me tell you the truth, Lord Viscount, we are actually not businessmen, but mercenaries. We want to go to Susar to see if there is any work we can do. I heard that His Highness the Regent has been recruiting adventurers recently, so we can be considered a good connection.
Already."
"No, you are businessmen, genuine businessmen." Aaron then smiled, and he stretched out an index finger and shook it from side to side in front of Ferrara: "Everything must be done in accordance with the rules, but I can guarantee that other
I'll take care of it."
The expression of the mercenary leader went from stunned to shocked to sighing, and finally he nodded with relief: "This is natural, Your Excellency Viscount, I am grateful!"
"If everything goes as smoothly as you said, we are willing to give you 20% of the goods as a gift!"
"So, it's a deal?"
"It's a deal!"
The journey after that was much easier.
There were a total of eighteen people in Ferrara's party, sixteen of whom were warriors, one barbarian, one rogue, and not even a ranger.
Such a team structure's desire for spellcasters is obvious. Ferrara shouted at the rogues, led the barbarians and three warriors to explore the road ahead, loaded the only remaining mule cart, and invited Aaron and Ellie
Come up and sit down.
Aaron refused, and the mercenary group didn't take it seriously. They loaded the few remaining sausages and two barrels of barley wine onto the mule cart and started on their way.
The mountains of Cormyr are very dangerous. Many goblin tribes and kobold tribes haunt the forest. What's more, there are some ancient evil creatures and mysterious sects that are secretly active. For example, in recent days, it is said that the Zhentarim will convene in the north.
There is an army of orcs, and the Dragon Witch Cult is active in the Forest of Kings.
The wilderness of the country is always full of dangers, but also full of opportunities.
However, compared to other parts of the country, Cormyr appears to be very safe. The mountain roads and forest roads here are more difficult to walk, and there are many patrol troops. There are large roadside carriage hotels every few hours.
Travelers find shelter easily.
There were no further problems along the way. The armed forces of Ferrara and his party were actually not weak. Occasionally, they saw a few jackals being easily eliminated by the soldiers. They were not even willing to use arrows.
Also, arrows are not a cheap thing.
What left a deep impression on Aaron was that he had seen a movie "Braveheart" in his previous life, and there was a battle involving King Edward that left a deep impression on him.
The two armies faced off, the elite knights of the King of England faced off against the stupid goats of the Scottish Highlands.
The lieutenant asked the king if he should let the longbowmen go forward to shoot the enemy?
King Edward decisively refused: "Arrows are precious, don't waste them, let the Irish go first!"
This leads to the inequality: Irish lives < arrows of longbowmen.
Eleanor noticed this scene, and the pastor quietly approached Aaron and said in his ear: "This group of people doesn't look like businessmen."
"No, they are businessmen." Aaron smiled mysteriously and whispered in his ear: "I will tell you the specific reasons when we get to the hotel. This is not a suitable place."
"...I know." Eleanor was squeezed by Aaron, and a trace of blush flashed across her face under the mask.
There was always a nice fragrance coming from this man, mixed with the aroma of citrus, lemon and rosemary, which made her want to smell it more and more.
At least...at least you don't have to endure the stench when monitoring him in the future. Miss Pastor stretched out her hand to push Aaron away to show that she understood. She was still watching the "businessmen" in Ferrara carefully.
She still remained suspicious of them, and it would have been almost impossible for her to agree to go with them if Aaron hadn't stood up to all odds.
But Aaron always had a reason.
"It is the will of the Silver Virgin!"
Sooner or later I will expose you! Miss Pastor was so angry that she gritted her teeth.
Aaron secretly noticed Miss Pastor's condition, and he thought that playing the "Su Lun Card" against Miss Pastor was really effective.
But he still has to find a way to deal with her, otherwise it will be inconvenient for him to do many things in the future with her watching him.
So, how to turn the pastor lady into "one of our own"?
Let's communicate in a simple and in-depth manner first! Aaron made up his mind. He ignored Miss Priest and asked Ferrara and others to leave two jackals behind. He spit out a string of languages that did not come from the mortal world.
He doesn't need to understand, he just needs to activate it and let the power flowing in his blood develop on its own.
Three colorful darts formed by a magic force field shot out from Aaron's palm, instantly exploding the heads of the two jackals.
Yes, the color of Aaron's magic is always weird, and it is very different from the color of normal magic missiles.
"Your Majesty the Viscount! Amazing!" the mercenary leader immediately cheered.
Ferrara took it for granted that this noble warlock wanted to show them his magical abilities, but when he moved his eyes to the face of His Excellency the Viscount, he found that His Excellency the Viscount's face was frighteningly dark.
The mercenary leader finally put away his contempt in his heart.
Ferrara has met many nobles, from the Moon Sea, Zambia, Cormyr, Valley, Amn, and Waterdeep City. Most of the outstanding nobles have a common characteristic, that is, their emotions are ever-changing and unpredictable.
Unable to grasp.
You must be careful when dealing with this kind of noble! What's more, he is also a warlock of unknown strength!
"What's the matter, sir?" the mercenary leader asked cautiously.
Aaron's face had turned from cloudy to sunny, and he showed a bright smile again: "It's okay, let's move on."
"Hurry up and get to the Karan Hotel before dark."
“I can’t wait to try the lamb stew with butter cheese.”