rune hunter

Chapter 368 The Hermit
The sound of horseshoes broke the tranquility in the valley, and the heavily armed knights swept across the hillside like a torrent, surrounding the small manor hidden in the valley.

The knight in black reined in his horse, stood outside the door and shouted loudly, "Does Mr. Ron live here?"

The gate of the manor was slowly pushed open, and a well-dressed old man came out with a cane. Looking at the menacing soldiers outside the house, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.He snorted coldly and asked, "This is Ron, may I ask what you are doing? Could it be that I have already hid here, and Viscount Sachko still thinks it's an eyesore?"

"On the contrary, Mr. Ron, Viscount Sachko recommended you, the hermit," the black knight said.

"Haha, this is the funniest joke I've heard this year. That old dog actually recommended me. Could it be that you lack sewer diggers?"

"I have to admit that Viscount Sachko is indeed a witty gentleman. At the last moment when we hung him on the gallows, he actually remembered your existence. This news bought him a second life." Black The knight said without haste.

"Huh? This sounds a bit interesting... who are you?" The old man's eyes flashed, and he put away his contemptuous smile and asked seriously.

"We are hunting corps from the epidemic area, you can also call us hunters." The black knight said: "The Viscount Sachko of Bambolo refused to heed our warning, and instead expressed hostility towards us." , so we sent him to the gallows. But Viscount Sachko recommended you to us, Mr. Ron. I heard that you were a well-informed explorer when you were young, and even now you are in the local area. Very popular. We need your help now."

"The epidemic area? Do you mean the northern region? I've never heard of any hunting regiment." The old man looked at the badge on the knight's chest, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.But he still asked calmly on the surface: "Master Knight, I don't know how I can help you with this old bone?"

"I heard that you once advised Viscount Sachko to be careful of the plague in the north, but he was punished in the name of deceiving people, but now the facts prove that you are right." The black knight leaned down to the old man Said: "Our general is building a defense line at Bamblore, hoping to use your wisdom and prestige."

"You want to build a line of defense here?" The old man asked puzzledly: "I remember that the Sixth Army has already gone north..."

"If you are referring to the Southern Sixth Army stationed on the front line of Debris, according to our latest intelligence, they are retreating here. After the death of Count Kemal, the entire defense line of the Southern Army followed suit. The land collapsed." The black knight waved his hand to lead a horse, and said to the old man: "If you want to know more definite news, you'd better go back to Bamblore with us now to see our general."

The old man hadn't recovered from the shock until he was half-forcibly helped onto the horse.As a highly respected elder of Bamblow, even if he lives in seclusion in a remote place, he is not without channels of news.He knew that the plague was raging in the north, accompanied by the natural disaster of the undead. He also knew that as early as a month ago, the legions in the south had started to go north, and built a steel defense line on the north-south dividing line of the kingdom, vowing to block the plague and undead in the north.

Just three days ago, the Royal Guards escorted a group of refugees back to Bamblore. It was hard for Ron to imagine that the Iron Guard Prince would show kindness, but this had nothing to do with him as a hermit, so I didn't care.It wasn't until now that he finally realized that things might not be that simple!
When he returned to Bumblere, he could hardly believe his eyes. This peaceful town had turned into a military fortress full of iron and blood overnight.The residents of the city hid in their homes in horror, watching groups of knights galloping past through cracks in their doors.

To the north of Bumblere runs a beautiful little river, which is now riddled with holes.Thousands of brawny men in trousers wielding shovels and pickaxes built a temporary line of defense along the south bank of the river, and continued to extend to both sides, all the way deep into the endless wheat fields.

Almost all the trees near the city were cut down to fill in this temporary line of defense. Even so, it was impossible to consolidate this line of defense in just three days.Even from Ron's point of view, this kind of temporary defense line built with wood and stone has no defensive type at all-the only advantage may be that it is long enough, and it is insanely long.

Ron met the general of the hunting corps in the lord's mansion. He was a very ordinary-looking young man, but the silver badge on his chest could not be faked.The entire lord's mansion has almost been pushed to the ground, and all the bricks and stones have been pulled to build a defense line, while he and another timid young nobleman are squatting on the ground to study the issue of evacuating civilians.

Ron knew the young nobleman. He was the youngest son of Viscount Sachko, Mahler. He used to be a street bully in Bumbler. Later, when the Royal Guards crossed the border, he brought a group of cronies in with him. , spent a lot of money to buy a post as a logistics officer, it is said that he wanted to return with some military exploits and inherit the family business.

Now this kid leaned in front of the general, nodding and bowing like a grandson, bowing his knees as much as he could—he had never been so honest in front of his own father, which gave Ron a new understanding of the majesty of this young general.

"My lord, Mr. Ron has come." When Ron saw Mahler, the latter also saw him, so he hurriedly put on a flattering smile and reported to the young general beside him.

"Mr. Ron? You can call me El." El turned his head and nodded to Ron with a smile: "Time is running out now, so let's make a long story short. I heard that you had dealings with the Sect of the Damned when you were young. Do you know much about the undead?"

"If this is the version you heard from Viscount Sachko, then I can only express my deep regret, General." Ignoring Mahler's fire-breathing eyes, Ron bowed his head to El Said.

"When the Cult of the Damned came to this country 20 years ago, I was still a homeless dog. At that time, I was a guide and followed the paladins of the Hand of Justice across the entire territory of Oakland, chasing them all the way to the icy region in the north."

"Mr. Ron used to like to tell his adventure stories in the tavern most, and the children in Bumblere are familiar with it." Mahler sneered with a disapproving expression on his face.

"But your father must know that he didn't lie, otherwise he wouldn't have said his name before the gallows." El's casual words made Mahler's face flushed, even though he had already paid his own money. The ransom was exchanged for freedom, but he didn't dare to make a mistake in front of this general who was younger than himself.

"Mr. Ron, I apologize to you for the presumptuousness of my subordinates. But the current situation is that the undead army has broken through the so-called southern defense line, and it is less than three days away from here. We are going to establish a road in Bamblore Defensive line, I need your help very much now." El Zhengse said to Ron.

The old man was silent for a while, looked at Mahler who was following Er with a mischievous look, and couldn't help but sighed: "My lord general, what can I do for you?"

"I suspect that Bambolo is hiding the Cursed Sect's eyeliner-this is their usual method. Viscount Saziko seems to be deceived and doesn't know anything about it, but I believe you should be aware of it." El He beckoned the black knight outside to come forward, and said to Ron: "This is my adjutant Timmy, he can provide you with the necessary force protection. And my request to you is to guide you within three days Residents of Bumblere are being evacuated while digging up the Cult of the Damned clues buried in the town."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to do, General." Ron said with a wry smile, "The autumn harvest is coming soon, and it is impossible for everyone to give up this year's harvest. As for the suspects involved with the Cursed Sect, I know a few suspects, but none substantive evidence."

"That's your problem, Mr. Ron." El waved his hand and said impatiently: "In three days, this place will become a battlefield. If they leave now, they can still catch up with the exiles, Lan Ms. State will provide them with sanctuary. If they don't want to leave, they will die here-this is no joke, and my military will not have any spare power to protect civilians at that time."

This cold answer made Ron's face turn pale, but reason finally returned his calmness.He had seen real soldiers, and knew that Al's determination was now fixed.He bowed his head deeply and said in a deep voice, "I understand what you mean, my lord general."

"Very good, I hope to hear good news from you as soon as possible." El nodded to him, then turned to Mahler and continued, "I don't care what method you use, I only give you three to ten minutes to gather your father's private information." Bing. I don't care how valuable the wood in that forest is, you have to cut it down for me before the sun goes down..."

"No problem, General, I guarantee it with my own head!" Seeing that Ron got the support of the black knight, Mahler, who was still hesitant just now, immediately patted his chest and made a guarantee.He had been in contact with the general longer than Ron, and knew exactly what his temper was.

While the job Ron accepted was tough, it was also about re-establishing his prestige in Bemblore.If this old man is allowed to use it to his heart's content, there will soon be nothing to do with the Sachko family here!

"Idiot..." Ron didn't care about Mahler's clown-like performance at all. When he saw the dark sky rising from the horizon, he knew that the general was not joking.So the time left for yourself is very urgent, and you must go all out.

It seems that it is also time to exercise this old bone of myself.

　Squeeze out the water and go straight to the main thread... Otherwise, this volume will be dragged into summer again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)