Egilina, who chose to go all in, was waiting for her special ops team.

Of course she could challenge Roland single-handedly, and Roland could pretend to resist and then surrender.

If there were no gods in this world, they indeed would act like that.

But there really were gods in this world.

Not every god was benevolent.

God made rules for everyone to abide by, not for people to find loopholds in rules.

Match-fixing was allowed, but it must be realistic, otherwise it was blasphemous.

If the acting was exaggerated, the audience would throw away their dirty shoes.

Roland and Egilina were going to play a very reasonable and realistic fake match.

While Egilina was waiting for the execution team, Roland set off.

There should be some appetizers before the final show.

His target was King Geralt's forward troops.

Roland didn't have the courage to collide with an army of ten thousand people head-on, but he had the courage to destroy a vanguard of five hundred people.

Roland mobilized all the combat power under his command and set off in a mighty manner.

His army consisted of three soldiers and two horses.

Roland himself, the elf Melannis, their mounts.

And the barbarian girl Granni running behind.

Granni knew how to ride, but she couldn't ride an ordinary horse. The compatibility between barbarians and horses was very bad. If a barbarian rides on your crotch, the horse would become restless. The barbarian's favorite mount was the dragon.

Both earth dragons and flying dragons are fine. High-level dragons are even better.

Since Roland didn’t have a dragon, Granni had to run. This was definitely not intentional abuse by Roland.

Fortunately, Granni's running speed was even faster than horses, and her endurance was extraordinary, so she could follow easily.

The three of them came to a valley more than thirty miles outside the territory. Roland raised his whip and signaled to stop.

"Right here, this is the best place for an ambush."

Granni looked around, and then found a place to sit down and rest.

Humans are good at conspiracy, except barbarians.

She couldn't understand it, so she simply left her troubles to Roland. She was only responsible for cutting down the enemies like trees.

To make her think was to torture her, which she disdianed.

Unlike barbarians, elves are intelligent, especially the well-educated highborne.

Melannis went to the top of the mountain for reconnaissance. When she came back, she frowned and reminded softly: "Roland, this was probably not the best place for an ambush."

She pointed to the spacious valley:

"Look, the valley was very wide and can accommodate six or seven people walking side by side. The terrain was flat and vehicles can also pass."

"I just went up to take a look. There was a dangerous place about three miles ahead, which was more suitable for an ambush."

Roland smiled and asked: "We know that side was more suitable for an ambush. Does the enemy commander know?"

Melannis replied instantly, "If he wasn't a fool, he would know."

As soon as she finished speaking, she understood what Roland meant.

How could he not see the most suitable location for an ambush?

The ambush location chosen by Roland could not hide an army, but it was easy to hide three people.

No matter how smart the enemy vanguard captain was, he would never have imagined that Roland only had three people ambushing him.

Seeing Roland skillfully laying the trap, Melannis sighed and said quietly: "Roland, you are so insidious. It would not be pleasant to be your enemy."

"You are right. But why do you have to be my enemy? Isn't it better to be my friend?"

Roland looked back at Melannis and said:

"Although this does not align with your beliefs, can you help arrange some vines and thorn traps?"

Elves advocate living in harmony with nature, are very stubborn, and have a mysophobia.

Roland understood if Melannis didn't want the forest to be stained with blood.

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And Melannis took action.

She didn't speak, just silently setting up the forest attribute trap.

She used sorcery unabashedly.

Roland looked at Melannis and asked thoughtfully: "Melannis, do you have no taboos in using sorcery?"

This was a world where sorcery was forbidden, was it okay to be so arrogant?

Melannis stopped her sorcery and said lightly: "God said this was a world where sorcery was forbidden, but what was forbidden was the spread of sorcery knowledge, not the sorcery itself. What's more, the gods of the elves are very kind and do not restrict these.”

This was not the first time Roland knew about this, but the elves' attitude towards sorcery still made him a little envious.

Seeing Roland's complicated expression, Melannis thought she was blaming her, and quickly lowered her head and said softly:

"I'm sorry, Roland, I'm not qualified to spread sorcery knowledge, so I can't teach you."

"It's okay."

It can't be taught, right? He has a sorcery book given by God, so he can just use it without learning it.

Roland smiled happily.

After an hour of preparation, Melannis laid out more than thirty life-threatening traps.

As for Granni, after running a long distance, she ate meat, drank water, rested, and recovered her strength.

The three of them hid in the bush and waited quietly for the enemy to arrive.

Soon, the fish took the bait.

The enemy's vanguard reached the outskirts of the valley. The commander raised his whip and signaled the team to stop.

"Scout, get out!"

An agile soldier came to him with a somewhat disapproving expression.

Hey, what's there to spy on?

The Goral Gorge has a dangerous terrain. A single ambush team can threaten hundreds of people. Reconnaissance was indeed needed, and he carried it out meticulously.

But what was there to scout in this nameless valley?

Dissatisfied though, he did not protest, but carried out the order honestly.

In the Salsen army system, the commander had absolute authority. Disobedience to the commander could range from whipping to beheading, band the scout did not dare to make a mistake.

The scout casually climbed up the valley and took out his binoculars to observe, but found nothing.

Captain Charles was too cautious.

They could go camping outside the barony of Minhausen tonight.

Thinking of this, the scout wanted to complain.

The standing army of the Barony of Minhausen only had a dozen people. Even if they went out of their way to recruit peasants, they would only recruit a few hundred untrained peasants to join the war.

Even if the numbers are about the same, farmers are no match for the regular army.

The forward team has more than thirty heavy infantry with plate armor on, fifty cavalry, and hundreds of regular soldiers with chain mails. Such an elite team can easily defeat the Baron of Minhausen.

The Baron of Minhausen was no match at all. What was worrying was that they have spent all their money to hire mercenaries.

The mercenaries who have experienced hundreds of battles are the biggest opponents.

The scout reports the reconnaissance results to Captain Shire.

Charles could see that the scout was a little slack, but he didn't take it seriously.

He also felt that this was not a suitable place for an ambush.

He sighed softly and ordered the army to be divided into three parts, separated by five hundred meters, through the valley.

He sighed not because he was worried about failure, but because he felt that King Geralt had made a big mistake.

War was serious, not a show.

He could have advanced covertly and appeared in Baron Minhausen at lightning speed, without even giving his opponent a chance to pay for mercenaries.

Assembling mercenaries also takes time.

As long as you move quickly enough, you can defeat unsuspecting enemies with blitzkrieg.

But the king disagreed.

He needed this war to be a show, not only to show off, but also to deter the restless lords in the country.

He understood, but he felt bad.

Seeing that the first team passed safely, Charles silently followed the cavalry and heavy armored infantry teams.

As long as he passed here and there were no more dangers ahead, his mission would be completed.

Just as the first team of the Salsen forward troops passed by, Granni clenched her sword in excitement.

Roland took her hand and shook his head slowly.

She asked in a low voice: "Why not?"

Roland looked at Granni's clear and pure eyes, he explained in a low voice:

"Suppose there are three plates of meat and your appetite was limited and you can only eat one. Which one would you choose?"

"I can eat them all! If it's your request, then I'll choose the most tasty one!" Granni swallowed and answered instantly.

Roland pointed at the heavy armored infantry and cavalry in the middle team, "Here, they are the most tatsy one."

Granni nodded as if she understood.

Charles was riding a white horse and mixed in among the group, always feeling a little uneasy.

I don't know why, but my heart has been palpitating since just now.

There are obviously no enemies, so where does the sense of crisis come from?

He glanced irritably towards the roadside and saw the green thorns at the foot of the mountain. His heart seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and its functions stopped instantly.

"Enemy attack, retreat!"

He shouted a warning, but it was too late.

An emerald green arrow flew from the tall grass and pierced his throat.

The pain spread down his throat and throughout his body, and he was horrified to discover that it was actually a poisonous arrow!

The scene in front of him gradually blurred, and the last thing he saw before his death was an elf girl wearing green armor.

The arrows were like rain, the green light was dense, and the smile was peaceful, but it was like the messenger of death, taking away several lives every time it takes action.

It's over, it's all over.

Why is there an elf?

Charles's lost his consciousness, and his struggling hand slowly dropped down. He died.

Just as Melannis was thinking about what kind of sorcery would be better, Roland completed the harvest.

His principles for using sorcery are extremely practical.

As long as you can kill the enemy, do it.

Ice arrows, small fireballs, and lightning balls flew across the battlefield, roasting, freezing, and paralyzing the enemy.

The hapless soldier has no way of telling where the sorcery came from.

They did not see Roland's spell-casting movements and subconsciously believed that Roland was the overseer and that the butcher was the beautiful and terrifying elf girl.

The unknown fear shattered the soldiers' courage to resist, and screams rang out one after another. They were defeated and fled in panic.

When the front team and the back team saw that the middle team collapsed instantly, they fled on the spot and fled quickly from the beginning to the end of the valley.

Granni transforms into a windmill and rushed into the enemy group. If she hadn't remembered Roland's request of "no damage to armor", the giant sword in her hand would have destroyed both the person and the armor.

Now she could only aim at the enemies' necks.

More than one hundred and eighty enemies were completely defeated.

Their morale completely collapsed after Roland shouted, "Put down your armor and get out."

The soldiers knelt down and took off their armor before Granni could take action, scurrying around in panic.

In this battle, the trio killed more than fifty people, captured hundreds of sets of armor, more than thirty war horses, and countless baggage.

Roland's eyes shone.

With these armors and equipment, he can raise an elite force of several hundred people.

He doesn't care about the enemy's head, this was the biggest gain.

Seeing Roland's nonchalant look, Melannis fell into deep thought.

Did the lord just use sorcery?

Probably. She can clearly feel the fluctuations of sorcery elements.

Why didn't he chant when he used sorcery?

Melannis was a little confused.

She didn't ask, but kept the mystery silently in her heart.

Just take as a little secret between them.