Chapter 132: Chaos (Part 2)

The arrow shot towards Dean like a meteor.

However, Dean seemed as if he had not seen the arrow at all; just as the arrow was about to hit his body, Dean flashed to the side—

[Agility determination in progress…]

[Gained Indomitable Lv1 bonus…]

[Gained Horsemanship Lv1 bonus…]

[Agility determination passed]

[Agility exceeds the opponent by more than 30%, gaining Dodge…]

(Note: Dodge: Dodge success rate +25%)

The arrow carried a gust of wind as it grazed past Dean’s shoulder. With a ‘snap’, it struck fiercely against the bluestone ground, kicking up a cluster of gravel and leaving a small pit on the smooth bluestone surface.

“Damn it!”

The guy who shot the arrow undoubtedly did not expect Dean to dodge so easily; he was clearly infuriated and immediately drew another arrow, preparing to shoot again.

However, he was stopped by the person beside him—

“Don’t forget our mission. If a mistake here leads to the failure of the mission…”

Before the other party could finish speaking, the guy who shot the arrow shuddered.

Clearly, the cooperation with the ‘Brotherhood’ made this originally reckless guy’s brain become very sober.

After all, these guys who walked in the shadows knew the methods of the ‘Brotherhood’ very well.

“Raise the drawbridge! Raise the drawbridge!”

The guy who shot the arrow began to roar loudly downwards.

With this roar, the winch of the drawbridge once again made creaking sounds, and then, it began to slowly leave the opposite bank.

“Giddy up!”

Dean, who was thirty yards away from the drawbridge, watched the slowly rising drawbridge and immediately whipped his Warhorse for the first time—Dean knew very well that once the drawbridge rose, he would obviously be isolated outside.

And this was absolutely something Dean did not want to see!

Snap, snap!

The continuous whipping of the Sword Sheath made the Warhorse under Dean cry out in pain, and then, its four hooves dug in. It began to accelerate crazily.

The distance of thirty yards was covered in almost a single breath.

By this time, the drawbridge had already risen almost the height of a man.

Dean had no intention of slowing down at all; he lowered his body, his palm constantly stroking his Warhorse’s neck, and then, upon rushing to three yards in front of the drawbridge, Dean suddenly pulled the reins.

Neigh!

With a loud neigh, the Warhorse under Dean leaped up and jumped directly onto the raised drawbridge.

Clack, clack, clack…

The metal horseshoes stepped on the wooden drawbridge, making crisp sounds.

The weight of the Warhorse and Dean caused the slowly rising drawbridge to pause for a moment; seizing this opportunity, Dean and his Warhorse disappeared onto the inclined drawbridge.

The young people of the Ferrchelen Knight Order, whose eyes had been following Dean, immediately burst into cheers—

“Regiment Commander, well done!”

“Long live the Regiment Commander!”

…

Even those nobles from other counties could not help but nod slightly after seeing Dean’s performance.

Arrogant and conceited, but that did not mean they lacked the eye for talent.

Of course, the premise of such insight was simply to make those they appreciated serve them better.

As for being talent scouts?

Clearly, you were overthinking it.

“Damn it!”

The guy who shot the arrow stared dead at Dean because of the missed shot earlier; when he saw Dean successfully enter the Castle, he angrily slammed the city wall.

“Someone come with me and take care of him!”

The guy who shot the arrow said this.

And this time, the guy next to him who seemed to be the person in charge of the city wall did not stop him; he even actively joined the group to stop Dean.

After all, once something went wrong here, he would undoubtedly be the one to receive the greatest punishment.

…

Passing through the drawbridge, Dean riding his Warhorse quickly passed through the corridor under the Ancient Castle gate, and then, at the end of the corridor, he jumped off the Warhorse.

After gently patting his Warhorse’s forehead as a reward, Dean rushed towards the winch.

Undoubtedly, the upcoming terrain was a battle his Warhorse could not participate in.

Dean did not want his Warhorse to suffer inexplicable harm in such a place.

“Kill him!”

Several Thieves and Mercenaries guarding the drawbridge winch shouted directly upon seeing Dean charging over.

And these were their last shouts.

Although their strength close to Knight-rank made them different from ordinary people, for Dean, there was basically no difference—no special skills, and even their basics were average; opponents with only strength close to Knight-rank were the easiest for Dean to deal with.

And Dean would not show any mercy.

Therefore, after just a few rounds, these selected elite soldiers all fell into pools of blood.

These guys who relied on their own attributes to suppress opponents would be tied up once they encountered an existence whose attributes far exceeded their own—just like the original Dean.

And precisely because he had similar experiences, Dean knew even better how to deal with these guys.

Without the slightest injury, Dean cleared the area near the winch—

Creak… creak…

The drawbridge that had just risen fell onto the opposite bank again with a dull ‘thud’.

And at this moment, a sound of footsteps came from the city wall stairs.

Those guys staying on the city wall appeared belatedly.

“Ah! You damn little Noble!”

Seeing the corpses at the winch, the guy who shot the arrow roared directly, drew his Longsword, and was about to charge at Dean, but he was stopped by the leader.

“Three of you go deal with him, the remaining two come with me to raise the drawbridge!”

The leader’s instructions made the Thieves and Mercenaries, who were stunned for a moment, have no dissatisfaction; they immediately acted according to these instructions.

After all, this was their mission.

“Six Knight-rank opponents…”

Dean became fully focused when the other party appeared; undoubtedly, this was the most difficult battle he had faced since his rebirth.

Quantity could not replace quality; that was just because the quantity was not large enough.

Six Knight-rank opponents, even if only one or two had undergone Baptism, were enough for Dean to be cautious.

He had to obtain this victory at the smallest cost.

Otherwise, he would have no capital to move forward—Dean knew very well that these were just some ‘scattered soldiers’; the real opponents were inside the Castle.

Whether it was the ‘Brotherhood’ or Marquis Vauban’s ‘arrangement’.

They were all inside the Castle!

It was like a giant cage, putting opponents who were life-and-death enemies together—of course, Marquis Vauban undoubtedly held the upper hand.

However, the final outcome was still unknown.

And Dean had to try his best to turn this unknown into a certainty.

Although he detested some of Marquis Vauban’s Noble practices, that absolutely did not mean Dean would stand by and watch Marquis Vauban lose.

Of course, the ‘price’ Marquis Vauban paid was also necessary.

At the same time, Dean had an indelible curiosity about the person in the back courtyard corridor room.

However, before that, Dean had to get through the immediate obstacle—

[XP: 99]

The previous kills of the attackers near the winch allowed Dean’s experience to increase once again.

And at this time, Dean naturally would not hesitate—

[Cold Weapon (Sword/Hammer/Spear) Lv3→Lv4]

[Cold Weapon (Sword/Hammer/Spear) reached Lv4, special options began to appear…]

[A, Gain proficiency in another weapon (Cold Weapon)]

[B, Strength gain +0.05 determination]

[C, Agility gain +0.05 determination]

(Note: Only one can be selected)

“B!”

Dean made the choice without hesitation.

[Cold Weapon (Sword/Hammer/Spear) Lv4: In the Military Camp, every Warrior receives training with applicable weapons as much as possible; Effect: In battle, when using a Sword/Hammer/Spear as a weapon, Strength gains +0.25 determination, Agility gains +0.20 determination.]

(One special selection for +0.05 Strength has been made)

For Dean, the Longsword as a main weapon was sufficient for use; even in mounted combat, the Long Spear was a sufficient choice, so there was no need to waste this special opportunity to add a new weapon choice.

And the reason Dean chose [Strength] instead of [Agility] was because his [Strength] attribute was higher than [Agility].

Although he would not blindly choose based on attributes, Dean had not forgotten, while emphasizing technique, how to highlight his own advantages—

‘Strength, Agility, Constitution, Perception, and Will, these constitute everything about you; if you cannot let all five grow together, then you choose one of them as your standout point!’

The Old Knight’s words were engraved in Dean’s heart.

And the current situation undoubtedly made increasing [Strength] more powerful; after all, once his [Military Swordsmanship (Goth)] received the special option bonus, it could add an extra ‘0.75’ to Strength, which other skills did not possess.

So, Dean did not mind adding another ‘0.05’ on top of the ‘0.75’ Strength increase, even if it was just in determination!

After all, sometimes, 0.01 was the key to victory—

“I will definitely make you regret being born, you brat!”

The guy who shot the arrow actively joined the three people surrounding Dean, while the Mercenary who seemed to be the leader paid more attention to the winch.

Seeing the enemy’s force split into two, Dean let out a slight sigh of relief.

Obviously, three people were far easier to deal with than six!

Similarly, Dean knew that such an opportunity was fleeting—after all, raising the drawbridge would not take long for three Knight-rank guys!

“Must kill them before the drawbridge rises!”

Dean thought silently, and his whole person rushed out like the wind, the Longsword in his hand chopping forward fiercely.