"A ruined fortress, well, maybe it should be said to be a camp." while talking, he came to the fortress. Thick soil mixed with ice and snow built a wall with some sharp wooden stakes. The stronghold door was wide open. Through the stronghold door, kukas saw that a large number of bodies were stacked in a small space. Some mercenaries in the Lich land were pouring fire oil on these bodies to light them.


    "Knight? We''re all late. This camp has been captured by Smet people. Most of them died and only a few of them were captured." a mercenary saw kukas''s arrival. After checking the ID on the task scroll, he said helplessly: "maybe we should go to another camp."


    "The smetes after the war must be very tired. Maybe we can chase them. In this snow, even if their skills are high, they can''t cover up all their footprints. What''s more, they still take our prisoners of war. I don''t think they are fast." kukas shook his thick neck and said with a strange smile, "I have a hunch that the task will be completed soon."


    "There are many of them, and I don''t think the task is so easy to complete. Killing 300 smetes or staying here for a year is very difficult for us." a black robed caster whispered in a strange tone: "Now we have two choices. One is to send magic messages to other mercenaries to join us and hunt down the retreating smetes; the other is to go to the next camp and wait there."


    Kukas was surprised by the words of the black robed caster, because there was only one way to complete his task, that is, hunting a thousand smetes, rather than the two ways to complete the task as the other said.


    A priest like mercenary prayed in front of the bodies, and then lit the bodies. The bodies watered with fire oil burned violently, the bad smell came out of the fire, and several professionals who believed in gods whispered prayers around the fire.


    "I''ll choose the first." kukas took a deep breath and said his plan. He didn''t fight with the smetes. In his opinion, the smetes were just a group of low-level paladins. Killing such people was not a big problem for him.


    "I also choose the first." a divine archer in the crowd made his choice. Like kukas, he was a lone walker. Except him, everyone else was a group. They looked at each other and soon made a choice.


    "I''m sorry, it seems that we''re going to separate. I hope you''ll have a good trip." after nodding to kukas, the caster and the others turned away from the destroyed camp and headed for the next camp.


    "Fifth order divine Archer, what about you?" the divine Archer wore tight leather armor, special soft silk gloves on his hand, and a strange weeping armor on his face covered his face.


    "Third order evil knight, well, I think I can unite with you and snipe them remotely." kukas shrugged his shoulders, turned his hand, put the one legged copper doll into the weapon bag, and then took out two heavy javelins and weighed them in his hand.


    "Can your javelin be thrown thousands of meters away?" the divine Archer tilted his head and asked in a metallic voice: "I can only snipe with you thousands of meters away at most. I can''t get any closer. The smetes don''t have divine archers. They are just a group of mutant barbarians waving sticks."


    "Do they have a caster or a profession like a caster?" Kukas weighed the javelin in his hand, and then hurled it into the air. With a roar, the javelin crossed a perfect arc in the air, and then hit the snow thousands away. The high-speed rotating javelin tore more than a cubit of snow, and then stabbed it into the frozen soil, and more than half of the whole javelin went into the frozen soil.


    "No, like barbarians, they just use their strength to defeat the enemy. Well, I have a good bow here. I think you can use bow and arrow. In this way, our sniping will be more smooth." the divine Archer smiled in a low voice. He was extremely surprised and satisfied with kukas''s strength.


    "I can only shoot hundreds of meters with a bow. It''s better to use a javelin! You know, as a knight, there are too many things to cultivate. I don''t have much energy to draw a bow and arrow." kukas giggled. He shook his bald head and said: "You can attack them within your attack limit. I think they will come after them. At that time, I will stop them, and all you have to do is continue to retreat or attack."


    "Well, cooperate with a knight who can''t draw a bow and arrow. Well, the third-order evil knight? I hope everything will go well." the metallic voice of the divine Archer sounded again: "let''s be careful. Those smetes are fast. In the mountains, I shoot up to ten arrows, and they will rush in front of me."


    "You run when there is danger. If I''m still alive, I''ll find you and let''s continue sniping." kukas has thought of the worst result, so he urged the skeleton horse to start: "do you want to come up together? As a temporary companion, I allow you to ride my mount."


    "Just follow me." the unknown Archer whispered. Then he collapsed, and the real man flew away like a sharp arrow and ran quickly towards the distant ice field.


    The speed of the divine Archer is very fast. In the same rank, no class can be as fast as the divine archer. Of course, knights with special mounts are not among them.


    A breathing room is tens of meters, and finally reaches the speed of 100 meters. Such a terrible speed does not just last for a period of time, but for a long time. The high-speed running made kukas feel the oncoming cold wind more violent. The biting cold went through his thick tarpaulin cloak into his body. In order to save face, he had to bite his teeth and insist.


    "You can walk slowly." the voice of the archer came from the front.


    "No, it''s just a little cold. I think I''ll get used to it soon." kukas answered loudly with his head down. "It''s a pity that my fighting spirit has changed into evil fighting spirit. If I used to fight with black sand, I can use fighting spirit as defense. In this way, I may not feel so cold." I kept muttering in my heart, but the speed of the war horse doesn''t slow down. It doesn''t rush or slow down, Following the God archer in front, he chased the retreating smetes with a continuous strange cry.