Chapter 477

Chapter 477: Troubadour

In the city of烽烟 (Fiery Smoke),

Jenna wielded the snow silver longsword named ‘Mountain Thrush’, slicing through the air with a trail of snowflakes that seemed like lingering shadows, striking at her enemy. The sharp and thin ice scattered like blades.

The magnetic pole swordsman reversed his sword, and a strange aura appeared in the air, repelling these ice shards. Then he swung his sword, sweeping the ice shards to one corner of the courtyard.

The ice shards hit the ground with a crisp sound, then shattered and slowly melted, adding a chill to the air.

“I advise Miss Jenna not to resist; I might accidentally injure you,” the swordsman said as he slowly raised his sword to his chest, a special aura gradually rising from his body, seemingly preparing to give it his all.

“Hmph.”

Jenna was not devoid of reason. After several attempts and exchanges, she gradually realized that it was difficult for her to defeat this person at present.

Should she try to escape?

But what about the crowd in the courtyard? Most of them had watched her grow up since childhood, many could be considered half-family. It would be hard to just abandon them.

At this moment, in the courtyard, only a few of Jenna’s side remained standing. Although they were quite capable and well-trained, their willpower was strong, but there were too few Extraordinary Beings. Longde was indeed good at training soldiers, but even he was only at an ordinary level when it came to cultivating Extraordinary Beings.

To reach Sequence 5 was already challenging; if he were to teach others, it would truly be impossible. This required abundant knowledge and experience. Not everyone was like Lolan Hill, who from the start had obtained the complete inheritance of a dynasty, knowing all kinds of knowledge and taboos inside out.

Therefore, among his subordinates, apart from a few captains at Sequence 3, most were either ordinary people or at Sequence 1. During his absence, the Snow Special Forces naturally sent their elite agents, having done thorough intelligence gathering and having great confidence.

“Miss, run first. They won’t do much to us; they still need us to work for them,” an older mercenary said to Jenna, then led a few others to temporarily block the swordsman.

“But…” Jenna hesitated.

The swordsman opposite would not let up. A faint black light flickered on his longsword. With several sweeping attacks, he directly attacked both person and martial arts.

The weapon slashed aside several people blocking the way.

Then, the black sword lunged towards Jena. Just as she tried to raise her blade, she felt an unexpected heaviness in her hand, causing her movement to falter and leaving her vulnerable. She was struck away directly.

After the longsword slipped from her grasp, it flew to the side and embedded itself into the wall. She rolled to the ground, with a thin cut appearing near her cheek by the sword’s edge. Blood slowly trickled down.

“Enough!”

Just as the swordsman was about to capture Jena, a voice echoed from the entrance of the gate.

A man with sword-like eyebrows entered, while the mercenaries who had previously pledged allegiance lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. He drew his longsword, and a brilliant white light flashed, sweeping away the swordsman and standing before his daughter.

This man was Lund.

“You actually returned so soon.” The hired swordsman frowned; today’s meeting wasn’t supposed to end so quickly.

“Of course, I knew someone was coming here, forcing me to return ahead of schedule.”

Lund slowly crossed his sword in front of his chest. Indeed, he had gone to the meeting, but he had also left reliable informants, ensuring he could know what was happening even during the meeting and rush back promptly.

Under his piercing gaze, those mercenaries who had pledged allegiance felt guilty and lowered their heads, unable to meet his eyes.

“Since you have chosen your path, I will not hinder you. From now on, there is no need to call me leader. Everyone should go their separate ways.”

Then, this man ordered his subordinates to help the injured who were still alive. Looking at the remaining blood and the motionless bodies in the courtyard, his brows furrowed.

“If Sir Lund would consider joining us, Lord Shute would invite the best priests to treat these people,” the Magnetic Pole swordsman continued.

“Join?” This man raised an eyebrow.

“Do you think of my brothers who fought valiantly as mere pawns? In the end, they would still have to work for our enemies.”

“Do you take us for fools?”

“Do you not see us as human beings, or do you think too highly of yourself?”

“How ridiculous.”

Looking at this man with sword-like eyebrows, the swordsman’s expression gradually changed, revealing suppressed anger.

Isn’t it just a dozen deaths? Making such a big deal out of it. When mercenaries fight, how can they avoid casualties? These subordinates are nothing more than expendable resources.

It seemed that a peaceful resolution was not possible this time. He sighed inwardly and raised his hand again, signaling the halberdiers behind him to prepare.

Seeing that the other side was about to make another move, Lund placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, blocking the center of the courtyard.

Papapa.

The sound of clapping palms echoed from a wall in the courtyard, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Lord Lund is indeed an extraordinary warrior,” said the man sitting on the wall, dressed in tight-fitting pants and a jacket, holding a short lute as if he had suddenly appeared there, perhaps a wandering bard.

“Bayer?” The swordsman looked at him in surprise.

“That’s right.”

He leaped down from the wall, landing in the courtyard. “Actually, Lord Shimose, who I follow, is also very interested in Lord Lund.”

He bowed and then smiled, revealing a white-golden ring in his ear, a sign of the wandering bard.

Shimose was also one of the powerhouses in the烽烟城 (Fengyan City). His strength was not much different from Xue Te’s.

“Rest assured, regardless of whether Lord Lund joins or not, we will help you treat your subordinates,” said the bard.

“Thank you, Lord Shimose,” Lund nodded slowly to the bard.

“Is that all you have to say?”

The polar swordsmen’s expression visibly soured. If the bard managed to recruit successfully, how would he face Lord Xue Te when he returned? Telling him that he failed and lost an important person? That lord was not someone with a good temper, and even he sometimes felt fearful.

“Attack.”

Thinking of this, the swordsman no longer hesitated, signaling his subordinates behind him to charge forward, intending to capture Lund and his daughter alive.

“Please forgive us,” the bard turned and signaled Lund’s people to retreat quickly, then whistled.

Swooshing sounds came from above, followed by a rain of arrows falling into the courtyard. Dark arrows with triangular tips pierced the bodies of the halberdiers and struck the ground stones, producing a dense clanging noise and sparks.

After the first volley of arrows, many of the halberdiers were injured and could no longer move.

Seeing this, the bard continued to summon nearby reinforcements, evacuating the remaining people in the courtyard.

Lacking support, the swordsman found himself unable to withstand both Lund and the bard alone. In frustration, he thrust his sword into the stone pavement, venting his dissatisfaction.

(End of Chapter)