Chapter 134: Castle · Front Plaza Part 2

“Hey!”

Of the three attackers at the winch, excluding the leader, the remaining two moved to flank Dean from left and right.

Meanwhile, the remaining leader circled around Dean’s rear—

Clearly, they had realized the unstoppable nature of Dean’s ‘Strength’ and wanted to restrict his ‘Strength’ with this tactic.

After all, no matter how powerful his strength was, Dean only had one Longsword in hand and could only attack one person.

Whenever Dean chose to attack anyone, the other two could complete their attacks, forcing Dean to save himself; moreover, judging from their posture, they had no intention of striking first—although the drawbridge hadn’t fully risen, it was halfway up, enough to block reinforcements from the Ancient Castle. Their mission was essentially complete.

Under the premise of completing their mission, they definitely did not want any further losses!

As for wasting time with Dean?

They believed the ultimate victory would be theirs; after all, the Brotherhood had sent quite a few skilled hands, even those that Marquis Vauban could not stop.

Therefore, the three attackers had made such plans before launching their attack.

If it were a different situation, Dean would not mind wasting time with them, because he was well aware of the principle that a prolonged defense must eventually fall.

Furthermore, in this trap clearly set by that old fox Marquis Vauban, he was obviously at an advantage, and once time ran out, he would naturally achieve final victory.

However, this was only under normal circumstances.

Now, it absolutely did not apply!

After all, Dean was also very interested in Oniedon Master’s notes—if he could, he would not mind flipping through them.

The Brotherhood’s determination to get it had already caught Dean’s attention.

Besides that, Dean needed to gain more fame.

What could be more memorable for people than rescuing someone from danger and providing timely help?

Even if it was only on the surface, in the eyes of others, it was enough for Dean to receive a reward commensurate with such merit—an inheritable Lord title, seemingly reasonable.

Once such a title was obtained, it was self-evident how it would benefit Dean’s subsequent plans.

Of course, if possible, Dean also needed to vent some resentment for the injured and deceased Guards—this undoubtedly required Dean to go deeper.

Therefore, Dean had no reason to stay in place.

More importantly, Dean could completely eliminate the three attackers in front of him—with speed and agility beyond their expectations!

The effect of Momentum of Might almost took place as soon as Dean’s gaze fell upon these three attackers, and with the boost of Military Swordsmanship (Emerald), Dean’s Agility reached 3.52.

Although there was still a gap compared to his previous Strength, it far exceeded ordinary Knights and began to approach the level of Grand Knights.

At least, the three Knight-rank opponents skilled in strength in front of him could not keep up with Dean’s speed—

The attackers who had just formed a left-right flanking formation hadn’t even had time to react before Dean passed straight through the middle, and only after Dean passed did the two instinctively swing their weapons.

Of course, they didn’t even touch Dean.

Moreover, because their force was too great, they struck the ground, making the two attackers tremble all over, and their palms almost split open.

Compared to the wretched state of these two attackers, the one who looked like the leader was much more miserable.

His coordination with his two subordinates seemed very secure in his eyes.

Therefore, his rear-circling momentum was very fierce, as if exhausting all his strength; after all, this was a moment requiring speed, and the slightest error would cause their encirclement to fail.

So, this leader exerted all his strength.

The forward thrust made this leader look like a raging bull.

However, when he saw Dean about to appear before him, this raging bull immediately became a bull with a twisted ankle—

His powerful body seemed so clumsy at this moment, lacking the agility to match, and that abrupt stop and turn even allowed those present to clearly hear the sound of his ankle tearing.

Ah!

With such a horrific scream, the opponent fell to the ground immediately.

Obviously, the injured ankle could not support that heavy armored body.

And facing such a beaten dog, what was there left for Dean to hesitate about?

The Longsword flashed by, bypassing the opponent’s remaining instinctive defense, and opened a huge wound on the opponent’s throat. The opponent fell to the ground, his scream abruptly cut off.

The remaining two Knight-rank Mercenaries looked at each other, and then, without thinking, ran toward the Ancient Castle.

Mercenaries were not Knights, even if they had Knight-rank strength.

The death of the three companions earlier, plus the death of their leader, made them, who were already terrified, completely overwhelmed by fear at this moment.

And such opponents, with no courage, knowing only to flee and exposing their backs, were the most enjoyable for Dean.

With an attitude easier than ever before, Dean dealt with one of them, and then chased after the other—although the two Mercenaries split up, with Dean’s Agility as an Assassin, chasing them was an incredibly easy task.

Splurt!

The Longsword swept across the opponent’s neck, and the Blood in his chest gushed out from the neck with immense pressure.

The head flew up to six or seven feet high before falling to the ground.

The body, due to inertia, charged forward two more steps before slowly falling to the ground.

[XP +20]

The floating light orb merged into Dean’s body.

Except for the Mercenary who looked like the leader, who gave Dean 25 XP, the other Mercenary also gave 20 XP; clearly, they were at the same level as the previous three Mercenaries.

And the remaining 39 XP from upgrading Military Swordsmanship (Emerald) earlier broke through to three digits again—

[XP: 104]

At this moment, the Skill levels Dean needed to improve were naturally only Basic Swordsmanship and Military Organization, and the battle in front of him once again slowed Dean’s improvement of Military Organization, consuming only 40 XP to raise Basic Swordsmanship to Lv4.

[Basic Swordsmanship Lv4: Perhaps you will have your own insights from it, but most of the time, it is just the basics; Effect: When using sword-type weapons, damage +12.5%; Hit and Parry +10.0% bonus.]

(One +2.5% damage special selection has been performed)

Basic Swordsmanship’s special options were still three, but there were no extra choices, starting from damage, hit rate, and parry.

Each option was a +2.5% choice.

Based on his combat style, Dean naturally chose damage and hit rate.

As for parry?

The time an Assassin needed to parry would absolutely be the worst time.

And when choosing between damage and hit rate, Dean almost subconsciously thought of the hardness of the Conqueror King’s Corpse.

Obviously, facing such a target, even hitting it would not cause harm.

Therefore, Dean chose to increase damage.

After all, Dean believed he had his own ideas on how to hit an opponent.

Next, Dean began to quickly clean up the battlefield—

It had to be said that these Mercenaries approaching or reaching Knight-rank strength were indeed quite wealthy; not only Gold Pulton, but Dean also found several gems.

Although their total value was only two or three hundred Gold Pulton, Dean did not mind putting them in his pocket.

Besides that, the most valuable were those leather and iron Armors.

At least, they were enough to equip several fully armored Knights in Dean’s subordinate Knight Order—therefore, Dean gathered these Corpses together to show they were his ‘loot’.

Opportunists existed everywhere.

However, what made Dean feel fortunate was that he found a rather good Longbow—

[Longbow of Assist]

[Type: Longbow]

[Weight: 7.1kg]

[Specs: Normal human range]

[Description: This is a weighted Longbow, but precisely because of this weight, the arrows it shoots are more powerful and swift; of course, the premise is that you must be able to draw it]

[Note: This is just a display of craftsmanship, so it is not a Magic Weapon—at least it requires 2.2 Strength.]

The Longbow that could obviously have a prefix introduction was undoubtedly much better than his previous ordinary Longbow.

Therefore, without any hesitation, Dean strapped this Longbow along with a quiver of arrows on his back.

After doing all this, Dean finally approached the winch and cut the rope with one sword strike. Immediately, the winch began to spin rapidly.

And the drawbridge dropped at several times its original speed.

Bang!

The sound of the fall became much louder.

Undoubtedly, the cowhide rope at the winch and the drawbridge needed good repairs after this.

However, Dean did not care about these—actually, he had already treated this as the simplest venting of his dissatisfaction with Marquis Vauban.

After all, because of the impending war, he could not truly kill the other party.

Then, let the other party suffer property losses!

Of course, this was only some interest.

Dean believed that in the upcoming battles, his opportunities would definitely not be just this.

However, that was for the upcoming combat power, and now?

Thud, thud…

The sound of Warhorse hooves had already sounded on the drawbridge.