Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !

Chapter 58 Cemetery

« Alerte, alerte, nous sommes attaqués ! » Un jeune soldat se précipita vers Maxime et Laura en hurlant. Les deux hommes se regardèrent avant de se précipiter vers le village. Ils la traversèrent rapidement, croisant des soldats et des mercenaires qui venaient d'être prévenus. On sentait déjà l'odeur du sang à un kilomètre à la ronde, tandis que des cris se faisaient entendre au loin.

Au loin, Killian se battait férocement avec un puissant apprenti chevalier couvert de noir et masqué, tenant deux épées. Tout autour d'eux, la scène était macabre. Plusieurs corps inertes pouvaient être vus dans les environs. Il y avait des cadavres de soldats et de mercenaires.

Les yeux encore ouverts et blancs, ils levèrent les yeux vers le ciel, comme pour dire : « C'est donc là que ma vie s'arrête ? » Killian n'était pas seul : autour de lui, Henry, Ultia et de nombreux soldats et mercenaires se battaient férocement contre les hommes en noir. Andrew, Ernest, Organ et Romuald ont tous été bloqués par des adversaires puissants.

Personne n'a dominé le champ de bataille ici, c'était donc principalement une confrontation morale ! Le premier groupe à ne pas subir le poids des pertes serait le groupe vaincu, c'était aussi simple que cela !

De puissants mercenaires tels qu'Izo, Peter, Terry et Tena, qui n'étaient pas aussi forts que les apprentis chevaliers mais étaient parmi les meilleurs soldats d'élite, étaient entourés de plusieurs hommes en noir. Plus tôt, Killian patrouillait dans le village comme d'habitude. Le clair de lune éclairait faiblement la forêt qui entourait le village.

Il était accompagné de Romuald, d'une dizaine de soldats d'élite et de mercenaires et d'une vingtaine de simples soldats. Une autre patrouille était également en mouvement, de force similaire à la première. La nuit se passa tranquillement comme d'habitude, et juste au moment où tout le monde commençait à baisser la garde et à discuter légèrement, Killian fit signe à tout le monde de s'arrêter.

Malheureusement, il était déjà trop tard : leur petite escouade était complètement encerclée. De nombreux soldats et mercenaires sont morts dans l'attaque surprise. Mais le soldat qui portait le tambour, qui servait de signal d'alarme, était bien protégé et a eu le temps de taper plusieurs fois pour sonner l'alarme.

Grâce au son du tambour, la deuxième patrouille menée par Andrew et accompagnée d'Henry a pu rapidement intervenir, mais la situation restait extrêmement défavorable ! Ce n'est qu'avec l'arrivée progressive des soldats et des mercenaires au repos que la situation s'est progressivement stabilisée.

D'un coup d'œil, on pouvait voir qu'il y avait au moins une douzaine d'apprentis chevaliers, une cinquantaine de soldats d'élite et 200 soldats ordinaires parmi les individus qui avaient monté l'embuscade. Sous l'effet d'une telle force, la petite escouade de patrouille fut pratiquement anéantie ! « Comme c'est honteux pour un apprenti chevalier de planifier de telles embuscades.

» Killian avait rapidement été regroupé par plusieurs apprentis chevaliers avant de se retrouver seul avec l'homme aux deux épées. Il était déjà couvert de sang avec de multiples blessures sur tout le corps. « Qui a dit que j'étais un apprenti chevalier ? » « Arrête de faire semblant Orac, nous savons depuis longtemps que tu allais attaquer nos villages.

» Orac était un apprenti chevalier bien connu du baron Barthon pour sa maîtrise exceptionnelle et unique de deux épées. He was at the same stage as Killian and of similar strength. "Haha good guess, it's a shame that even predicting our actions, you're all still going to die here!" Orac removed his mask, revealing the ordinary face of a middle-aged man. Then Orac intensified his attack on Killian.

"Once I've killed you, the morale of your men will collapse rapidly and then it will be our victory!" In saying this Orac sounded confident and cheerful, but he himself sensed that tonight's action was not going well.

"I've never seen these men until now, yet these people should have a small reputation." "Where did Baron Irut find them?" "Where do so many strong men come from?" By chance he glanced at a red-haired young man who was surrounded by 3 apprentice knights at the entrance stage. Just then, he saw Andrew abandon defense altogether and swing his sword fiercely at an apprentice knight.

An incredulous look on his face flew up, as if he still didn't realize what had just happened. Simultaneously, a sword was thrust deep into Andrew's abdomen... But before the masked knight apprentice could smile, he saw his opponent's eyes turn mockingly red.

"Are you trying to tickle me?" Without changing his expression, Andrew shattered the apprentice knight's iron armor with a powerful swing of his sword. The latter looked down, and saw a sword planted deep in his heart. "Is it even human to do that?" He took one last look at the red-haired youth, fear filling his body for the last time in his life.

Then Andrew withdrew his sword, and the apprentice knight's body fell heavily to the ground. "You're the only one left." The last apprentice knight dressed in black tried to attack Andrew, but he couldn't find the courage. Orac then saw the whole scene unfold in just a few seconds.

"2 apprentice knights died so easily, when the baron finds out I'm going to be heavily punished." As he thought this, his expression turned grim, and his desire to kill reached a new peak. He began to abandon defense and stepped up his attack to finish the battle as quickly as possible and avoid further losses. Not far away, the former bandit Irus who had dared to answer Maxime was fighting hard.

He was part of the squad accompanying Killian and Romuald. All the previous days, he'd been filled with admiration at seeing so many strong everyday people training hard. He followed suit and also trained ferociously, always pushing himself to the point of exhaustion. The results came quickly, and to his surprise, he achieved a strength similar to that of an elite soldier.

He also enjoyed spending time with his old bandit friends, as well as his new comrades. But those beautiful days came to an end on that cold night. "Hatol, Terran, Pedric..." Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought of the people with whom he'd once chatted, laughed and had fun, and who were now on the ground, either dying or already dead. But this was quickly covered by rage.

Seeing numerous soldiers and mercenaries arriving as he went, he pushed his opponent back and shouted. "Kill Baron Barthon's men! Avenge our fallen comrades!" Several soldiers and mercenaries who had been in combat followed suit and shouted as well. "Kill Baron Barthon's men! Avenge our fallen comrades!" "Kill Baron Barthon's men! Avenge our fallen comrades!" "Kill Baron Barthon's men!

Avenge our fallen comrades!" ... This had a negative impact on the morale of the men in black, who were beginning to worry about the opposition they were witnessing. The shouts were so loud that Maxime and Laura heard them. "No good! We've got to hurry!" Laura nodded solemnly and picked up the pace to the point of exhaustion. Every second that passed represented lives lost!

Just then, on the battlefield, Organ heard those loud cries. "I never thought that at such a young age I'd be living and fighting alongside such brave men!" He was fighting two apprentice knights, one in the entry stage and one in the small success stage.

Before joining the saber-toothed tigers, Organ already had the strength of an apprentice knight in the entry stage, and after training for the last 10 days, he reached the level of an apprentice knight in the small success stage.

"Damn it, you little brats, you dare to attack a grandfather like me in a group!" "Do us a favor, and die here grandpa." "It's not like you've got long to live anyway." The two apprentice knights had contemptuous expressions hidden behind their masks. But Organ wasn't angry. "That's right, so today I'm going to protect my young comrades by taking you with me to the grave."