Chapter 32 I can tell at a glance that you are not a good person.
The Verden soldiers opposite did not take the scouts seriously. But when they saw Lann and the others, they immediately put their hands on their weapons and gradually formed a formation with each other.
They were so nervous just because the four of them stood out from the crowd.
You must know that even the attendants, Sward and the three of them are all wearing scales. And you can tell at a glance that it is a high-end product with special armor design and reinforcement based on your personal fighting style.
Swader, who had been a blacksmith's apprentice, also wore a layer of mail as an lining under his scale armor, which looked very intimidating.
Lann, on the other hand, was wearing a knight's plate armor, riding Black Wind, which was significantly higher than the other horses around him. The golden lion's aristocratic emblem on his chest looked up and roared in the sunlight.
"Where are you coming from and where are you going?" a short, fat man shouted to Lan En. His face was as dark and wrinkled as a prune, and he wore a green uniform and carried a bow and a quiver with white feather arrows on his back.
Swader clapped his horse forward and it was time for him again.
"Before you is Lord Lann Lannister Rhianlon, Lord of Brochlon, Young Lion of Cintra, Lord Lann Lannister Wrenlon! Who are you?" After hearing Sward's words,
Verden's soldiers There was a commotion.
"The young lion of Sintra? Is he the kid who inexplicably became the martial arts champion at the age of fifteen?" A soldier exchanged words in a low voice, accompanied by sneers.
"What does this mean? The men in Cintra are no better than a child in wielding swords?"
Although the soldier's voice was low, it was enough to be heard in the confrontation between the two sides.
"Bold!" Swader's neck turned red with anger, and he and House suddenly pulled out their swords at the same time. Ace also bent his bow and set an arrow, with a fierce look on his face.
A servant will never allow his loyal master to be insulted in the slightest. Their bounden duty is to defend the honor of their master to the death.
Seeing Lann's side making an attack intention, and Verdon's side not to be outdone, they all showed their weapons, and the atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became tense.
In this tense atmosphere, only Lan's mood and actions remained unchanged.
"Answer your question: I came from Cintra to look for our princess, and now I want to go there -" he said slowly, raising his hand to point behind the Verdon soldiers in the distance, "What happened there?"
Everyone Slightly shifting his gaze in the direction of Lan's finger -
ahead, a large tree with lush branches fell on the road. The tree stump is located in the bushes on the roadside, with long white splinters still left. In front of the broken tree stood a carriage covered with tarpaulin. Several long-haired ponies fell on the road, entangled with the handlebars and reins, with sharp arrows stuck in their bodies, and their yellowed teeth were exposed. One of them was still alive, snorting heavily and kicking its feet.
The sand was soaked in blood and scattered with human corpses, some clinging to the carriage and some caught in the wheels.
"I didn't know it was the Earl in front of me. I'm really rude." Facing Lan's inquiry, the short and fat man gave a non-standard salute.
Behind the pudgy man, a squinting soldier waved his hand and told all the soldiers to put their weapons away again. The slant-eyed soldier's left forearm was covered in a frayed bracer, like the ones used by archers.
"We, King Evel's men, are soldiers of Nastrog. They were also sent to find Princess Sirilla. It's great to meet the Earl here." The short and fat man smiled and said, "Actually, we I just came here to check the situation, and it seems that the tree spirits attacked a caravan."
Nastrog is the capital of Verden.
The short, fat man pretended to wipe his eyes: "Our commander is Baron Fresnet, and the poor Baron also died in the hands of the tree spirit." "Your
Majesty, this is a Sintra caravan." Levinze stepped forward and leaned towards Lan and whispered, "But the situation is not quite right..."
Lan nodded and waved to signal his soldiers to put away their weapons, but put his other hand behind his back and faced the attendant. They made a few gestures covertly.
Although Levin could not understand this gesture, he was smart enough to immediately understand Lann's intention, and he secretly gestured towards the scouts with a hand behind his back, a code that only they knew.
Seeing Lann put away his weapons, the short and fat man showed a relaxed smile and continued: "Is it actually Cintra's caravan that was attacked? That's really bad." The squinting soldier turned slightly sideways, as
if In the introduction, he said: "The scene was obvious: the caravan was moving along the road and encountered a broken tree.
The pine tree fell in the middle of the road. It had just been cut down, and there were still traces in the bushes. When the merchants came down and wanted to move it, When walking through the trees, the tree spirits attacked from three directions. The arrows were made by tree spirits: the arrow feathers were bonded with resin, and the feathers were soaked in tree sap..." The short, fat man nodded and agreed: "
These evil tree spirits, kill them. The passing caravan died, and possibly the poor princess. The four kings around here - I mean no offense to Cintra - have been unwilling to harm these 'kind and friendly' dryads. I plan to go back to find us His Majesty reported that it is time to punish these tree spirits... punishment... how do you pronounce that word?"
"Punishment." Lan reminded kindly.
"Yes, punishment!" the pudgy man shouted, "Do you think so too, Lord Count? It's great to have your support!"
Lann smiled, of course, no one could see his sullen expression inside the helmet. arrive.
"But." Lan pointed at the corpses and interrupted the pudgy man's words. "In my opinion, several of them survived being hit by arrows. In the end, they were killed with knives." "Yes, yes,
these The dryads are so cruel." The short, fat man sighed. "Please also report this to His Majesty the King of Cintra. There is no need to delay in punishing the dryads of Brokilon." "But let me tell you, a
trader The team is not enough for Cintra to send an army here. You have to work harder."
Before Lan finished speaking, he suddenly knocked the horse's belly, and the black wind rushed out as if it had turned into a real wind.
"For example - kill our princess for the 'tree spirits', right? Verdon's bastard!"
Ace drew his bow and nocked an arrow at an astonishing speed, and shot out three consecutive arrows with three "swish, swish, swish" sounds. The arrow flew towards—their horse without the opponent reacting.
Shoot the man first, shoot the horse first, Lann taught Ace. Horses are larger and generally not armored.
Most people would not choose to harm horses even in battle, because horses are valuable and are good trophies.
But the Lannisters don't have this need.
There was a sudden upheaval behind Verdon. The frightened horses overturned the knights and disrupted their formation. One unlucky guy had his lower body pinned down by a horse, and the soldiers who were nearby could clearly hear the crisp sound of fractures.
Levin was already ready to organize a charge with the scouts, but he didn't expect that the earl, who was supposed to be commanding from behind, rushed out first.
He was closely followed by his loyal attendants, Swade and House.
This frightened him, but also made him extremely excited.
"For the Earl!" The young man shouted and charged forward, "For Cintra!"
"For the Earl, for Cintra!" No one could refuse to charge for a Earl who took the lead.
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