Blasphemy

Chapter 10: The ambush

The sun shines on the forest. Even the mid-summer daylight becomes dim due to the unusually lush foliage. In the Demon Forest, the edge was always cold and damp.

Thirty knights walked through the forest. Most of them wore fine half-body armor, carrying sharp axes and spears, and about half of them still carried long bows. This team of knights is Roger's ‘Dragon mercenary group and Beautiful’ Woman. When still more than 200 miles away from Cyrusburg occupied by the thief or mercenary Duchy of Ron, Kate who had military experience led the team into the Demon Forest. After walking in the forest all day, the mercenaries had been less than 100 miles from their destination. The journey was very smooth, they did not meet any ferocious beasts as it was just walking on the edge of the forest.

There are many mountains around Cyrusburg, but most are just low hills. Due to its remote location and lack of property, plus the freedom that Ofirok deliberately gave, Cyrusburg had been monopolized for half a year and left unattended. Ordinary people in the surrounding area are suffering. But this is all outdated information. Finally, Roger and friends had to rely on the map provided by Ofirok to do this reconnaissance.

In the afternoon, the mercenaries were estimated to be less than 70 miles from Cyrusburg, already close to the range of the enemy cavalry reconnaissance patrol. On Kate's orders, the mercenaries opened their distance and moved forward in a scattered formation. Four veteran mercenaries jumped off their horses and started looking forward.

The cavalry in black half-body armor behind the team is Roger. This fat man, who had absolutely no consciousness as a witch, carried an Indian model axe. This axe has the typical beauty of ‘Holder War’ with beautiful lines and smooth feel. A magic inscription was engraved on the back of the axe, a rare black crystal embedded in its hilt. After seeing Roger dress up for the first time, the sharp-mouthed Franco said, “I don't think the magic axe is funny.”

Most witches bury themselves in magic books for years and are exposed to various harmful substances, most of the monsters were definitely poisonous.His physical strength was also lacking so wearing heavy armor was definitely a huge burden. Moreover, metal had proven to be a huge barrier in the gathering of magic power. Even if a magician stood still and wore complete armor, the chances of magic failing would exceed 50%. In battle, this was a matter of life and death. For Roger, both of those things are not a problem. His mental strength was too great, so it was very easy to control that magic power. Whether due to a body overhaul or not, Roger's spiritual power was drained slightly in gathering magic power through the metal. With her magic power that was only enough to cast a level three magic, she was sealed with metal and could still cast magic.

Ever since entering the Demon Forest, Roger had often been in a daze. In his eyes, everything around often turned into a flat painting. He also occasionally heard all sorts of strange screams. Roger looked around with a blank look, as if he was standing in front of a huge landscape painting. Several times, he had impulsively wanted to tear apart this layer of painting paper with an axe to see what was behind it. It was like seeing Kate come and say something out loud to her, but she was like a fish in the water, only able to see Kate's mouth move but unable to hear what Kate said.

Roger shook his head strongly, then the painting world seemed to break apart, he returned to the real world again.

“What's wrong with you, Roger?” Kate shook him strongly.

“I'm fine, what's up?” Roger felt tired like he had just fucked ten prostitutes.

Kate looked at him for a moment before saying, “We found the presence of an enemy patrol. I think it's better we ambush here and catch some people to ask.”

Kate discovers that the enemy patrol team is only 10 miles from the outer edge of the forest, there is a very clear horseshoe trail. Judging from the number of new and old traces, the team was composed of around seven or eight people. These traces show that equal number of teams often pass through this path. This road may have been crossed by patrol.

The day was getting late, the mercenaries were resting in the forest at night after setting a trap. Early in the morning, Kate arranges a new lookout to look over the edge of the forest, while the rest continue to rest. Those, whose military knowledge was extremely limited, actually did not know how to ambush. Fortunately, some of the mercenaries recruited were quite understanding. They organize skillfully.

Last night, Roger and the others had a discussion all night and felt that the enemy patrol might not be that simple. Otherwise, the two scouts sent out would not have simply disappeared. However, their discussion did not produce any results other than strengthening the guard.

After resting overnight, Roger's energy fully recovered. He stroked the green ring in his hand, then began to recite a spell. A small inconspicuous ball of light slowly formed and rose into the sky. Roger separated a bit of spiritual power into a ball of light and seemed to open another field of vision. The ball of light continued to rise and then stopped at a height of about ten meters. This magic ‘mata witch’ is not very high and can last for a very long time. It's a free reconnaissance magic. However, its flaws also stand out. Witches need to keep increasing attention so that witches cannot keep this magic during battle. Another drawback is that these magic fluctuations are easily detected by other magicians so that it will reveal their location. And this was often a fatal threat to the witches.

Birds are heard from the forest. The mercenaries sitting on the ground stood up and entered an ambush position. The mercenary horses had long been stationed 5 miles away from them so the cavalry could not do anything in the forest. As the sound of the horse legs gradually became clear, the palms of the noble bastards began to sweat. This was different from the previous fight. It´s real. Roger did not move, he continued to observe the surroundings with magic ‘mata mage’. Of course, he placed himself comfortably on a large, leafy tree.

Six scout cavalry slowly walked along the path. All the cavalry wore leather armor and carried knight swords. They patrolled casually while chatting, it seemed like they had experienced nothing for days. The armor on the chest of the patrolling troops seemed to have been marked before, but now it was gone. Roger who was relaxing on the tree suddenly felt his heart pounding as if being stared at by a poisonous snake. The fatty immediately pulled back the ‘mata witch’ then closed his eyes and felt the magic fluctuations around him with all his might. With his excellent spiritual power, the fatty immediately sensed that a source of magic power two miles away was approaching here. Roger saw nothing while using ‘mata witch’ earlier. This witch had made herself invisible. The witch was at least intermediate level.

Roger's confused. His spiritual power could only know the approximate location of the enemy. Magic ‘mata real’ that can solve magic ‘translucent view’ is magic level four. He can't use it now. But there will always be a way. The fat man thought for a while and then grinned. As long as the witch was still some distance away from here, she quickly discussed with Ed who was closest to her, then disappeared into the forest with the monster's unique agility.

The patrolling knights casually digested their breakfast, but unfortunately the forest scenery was not very good. They did not worry too much about their safety as a mid-level mage was secretly protecting them. The cavalry did not think towards the bait. Their lecherous laughter grew louder when talking about the young and lonely country girl they met while on patrol last month. From his white and soft skin, a somewhat thick but strong waist, a melodious groan, as well as an incredible roar, especially the waist movement.

Death always comes at unexpected times. An arrow suddenly shot out from within the trees. Twenty short bows and three crossbows were directed at the three cavalry walking in front. These patrolling cavalry were quite skilled, they quickly got rid of half of those arrows. But each of the three men remained hit by several arrows and fell from their horses. The three cavalry who were not hit by the arrow responded quickly. They rushed into the forest without giving the mercenaries a second chance to shoot arrows.

The mercenaries dropped their bows and arrows, then unsheathed the sword to start the fight. The martial skills of patrolling knights were good, especially a knight with a large sword. He moved his horse around the two large trees flexibly, then rushed towards the middle of the three mercenaries who had just unsheathed their swords. The great sword swung upwards, knocking out a mercenary, then piercing the second mercenary. The mercenary raised his sword and his sword was dropped. He was suddenly shocked and raised his left arm to protect his heart with the knight's steel shield that was on his arm. The tip of the great sword and the steel shield let out sparks, making a piercing sound. The arch of the shield made the tip of the sword slide to one side. The mercenary flew by a powerful strike, his arm was broken. The big sword knight grinned on the horse, then released his sword. The thighs of the mercenaries, which were not protected by armor, were instantly hollowed out.

The third mercenary turned around and hid behind a tree. The large-switched knight circulated his gaze and found that the mercenary armor was much more beautiful. He immediately put down the two wounded mercenaries and chased after him. That mercenary is Lance. Right now, his life is at stake. He, who was fully dressed, showed an agility that was no less than a thief. He circled around the tree and the knights behind him could not catch up to him.

The other two patrol cavalry had no such luck and skill. One was chasing the mercenaries with a horse, suddenly two spear axes were thrown from the top of the tree. She's surprised. He lay face down on the horse, his horse came out from there three meters away. He finally escaped death. However, another spear axe quietly attacked from behind and slashed his leather armor easily, almost splitting it in half. Kate jumped down from the tree and did not have time to check her body. He quickly brought the spear axe to the place where the fight was going on. The other patrol cavalry were surrounded by five mercenaries led by Ed. One versus five loses. His forehead was immediately slashed by the mercenaries from behind, then he fell down.

The large sword knight followed Lance spinning two more rounds, then a shout from afar made him change his mind. He turned the head of his horse, about to flee. His horse suddenly stood up because his butt was pierced by an arrow. The knight was thrown off his horse. He did not panic, but rather rolled and stood up, then found Kate blocking him with a spear axe covered in blood. Ed with a heavy sword appeared followed by Franco who was holding a crossbow and Lance who was still trying to escape. The knight's palm was sweating, he couldn't help but cuss, “Where's that damn witch?”

The knight stood up with great difficulty. A second bolt of lightning crossed the air and struck him again. But this time the knight did not fall, but instead turned around and showed the skull under the hat. Pale flames occasionally appeared in his eye sockets staring at the witch. The witch saw this in horror. The skeleton seemed to be smiling at him. The witch felt her mouth dry and her palms sweat. The instinct formed after fighting for so many years made him immediately activate the talisman he was wearing. A beam of white light rose from under his feet and then he disappeared. But an invisible magic field had covered the witch. The spell of ‘ magic armor’ level two is economical, practical, and easy to learn, must be possessed by witches if traveling to protect themselves.

He was already an intermediate level mage and still had to use talismans to activate these level two spells. His main goal was that he should make use of the time to chant the next spell. Time on the battlefield is the life of both witches. The same magic power, the same spell, that finished first will lead. Different people take different times to cast a spell. In any case, accents, language habits, even the mood of the day can affect the performance of the mantra. As acknowledged on the mainland, stutterers are unlikely to be witches. But that doesn't mean the sooner you read it, the better. Precisely the faster to cast a spell, the higher the probability of failure. Those good spells tend to be long and hard to pronounce. Important syllables in spells that cannot be shortened are a big deal. The shortened syllables were often the greatest secret of a magician, not even the closest disciples were necessarily taught.

The magic spell was quickly completed, a summoning magic circle appeared on the ground, and a magic creature slowly formed in the light. Right now, Roger quietly approached and slashed the witch with an axe from behind. Seeing that this witch's head was about to separate from his body, Roger felt his axe as if it was cutting through a big butter as it tilted to the other side. As a novice who had only used an ax for a few days, he still did not know how to control an axe.

The magician was shocked and tilted his body to the side, the spear axe still injured his shoulder. Roger kicked again, but turned his favorite wobble into a squat kick. Sure enough, he easily kicked the witch into a drift.

A roar was heard behind Roger. Roger looked back and saw a black tiger about to pounce on him.

Damn it, Roger swore.

After a successful melee fight, the witch already had no spells to recite.

Didn't expect his pet to be a rare type of fighter.

After Roger put on the armor on Temptress Moon, his clothes were only one and could not cover his appearance which was like a black tiger tooth.

The spear axe slashed the black tiger from the air. It turned out that Temptress Moon was dragging her heavy armor and ended up rushing here.

The tiger quickly changed its target and rushed towards Temptress Moon.

Roger wiped away the cold sweat, grinning as he turned towards the rising witch, then slashed at her with an axe.

Despite being protected by magic armor, how could a witch be Roger's powerful opponent?

The bloody witch. After some of his spells were broken, the witch gritted her teeth and smashed a colorful jewel towards Roger and hit his lower back.

Roger's attack suddenly slowed down, he began to doubt whether he should take it first to see its quality.

Seeing that there was an opportunity, the witch wanted to escape, but unexpectedly, a branch on the ground suddenly rose and stumbled her. The wounds on the top and bottom hurt simultaneously, the witch almost fainted.

Temptress Moon was at a disadvantage in fighting the black tiger. His armor was too heavy, the spear axe was also not easy to use. For a skeleton with limited strength, a knight's equipment was indeed no match for him. Compared to the level of a mage, this black tiger was quite formidable. It was a pity that his teeth were unable to penetrate Roger's well-made armor armor. Compared to a few months ago, the current Temptress Moon bones were proportionate and strong, the color was soft and bright, the connection between the bones was dense and smooth. In one look can tell that it is a good quality framework. In the fight with the black tiger, Temptress Moon sacrificed her leg bones that were outside to slash the black tiger tail with an axe. The black tiger left a bite mark on Temptress Moon's fractured thigh.

Feeling the anxiety of Temptress Moon, Roger recalled the battle situation there and looked back.

It's time.

The recitation of the spell sounded from behind, Roger immediately turned his head and saw a burning scroll in the grinning hands of the witch, a bowl-sized fireball was already in front of him. Roger had no choice but to block his face with an axe and lay face to the ground.

Fire erupts. The black crystal on the handle of Roger's axe buzzed softly, the black shield protecting Roger. However, the shield was unable to fully withstand the waves of flames. The smell of the bark spread in the forest. The witch was already so badly injured that she could not resist the power of the fireball technique. He's been baked into a charred.

The black tiger returned to its space, Temptress Moon also returned to another world as Roger sustained a serious injury. Roger, who let out a fragrant scent, rose with great difficulty and fell down again. Before fainting, he swore he would never let go of the bad guy again.