"There are more of them."
"Not surprisingly, people from their alliance sent people to warn them early in the morning that some people will join them."
Bard Blackfeather slowly put down the monocular telescope in his hand, his chain mail shirt rustled softly, and under the thick crow feather cloak, a ray of fire reflected on the shoulder armor. The distant light was coming from the town. The knight raised his thick eyebrows. That place was located outside the edge of the forest, so far away that there was only a speck of light left in his deep gaze.
He let out a breath and watched the white mist rise and merge into the night sky, "It's just a bunch of ragtag people, the little rats of Nicol Bolas, and some intruders who are out of place."
"Then when will we launch the attack, Your Excellency the Watcher?" asked the knight on the side.
"Wait until daybreak, join forces with the people from Charter City, and we will launch an attack-"
But as soon as he finished speaking, his eyebrows suddenly raised slightly, and he couldn't help but stop putting away the telescope in his hands, and then raised it again, clasping his hands tightly and placing them beside his eyes. He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the firelight in the darkness. He let out a series of grunts and frowned tightly.
The knights were looking at his actions with some confusion, but Bard Blackfeather had already turned around, stretched out his right hand and waved to everyone, roaring: "There is something going on in Gray Owl Town, go find the magicians!"
The roaring sound seemed to have passed through the wind and snow, making the dark camp in the forest suddenly come alive. Wizards in thick robes were opening the door curtains and coming out in groups. The old wizard wore a dark rose-colored robe, holding a crystal ball in both hands, and separated from the crowd and came to Bard Blackfeather.
He bowed first and then said: "Detection magic shows that several groups of people have indeed left the town, Your Excellency the Watcher."
"How many troops are there?" Bard frowned, "How many troops are there?"
Pieces of snow fell, and the wizards stood in the snow looking a little confused. This was not their specialty.
The wizard's long gray beard trembled in the cold wind, and he replied calmly: "Detection magic can't do that, Mr. Watcher."
Bader Black Feather nodded slightly.
"Release the scouts."
"Go and get the craftsmen out."
Amidst the low orders, scouts wearing gray and black cloaks scattered out like shadows.
Most of these people are mercenaries and bounty hunters employed by the Crow's Claw Temple, and they are all skilled spies and spies. A gray cloak in the snow in the distance quickly disappeared into the dark mountain forest after being dragged through the low shrubs.
But above the scout's head, a huge phalanx was flying past the tree canopy. Occasionally, they raised their heads and saw only a fleeting glimpse of copper-colored light among the branches. The thin metal wings extending from the structure trembled up and down and moved away with a slight sound.
Within the camp, the craftsmen reported the location and coordinates in low voices and raised their hands. The second batch of goblins was rising slowly, hovering in mid-air, and under the guidance of their gestures, they rose into the night sky one after another.
Others raised their heads and stared in that direction, the cold light reflected in their goggles. They wore black coats, and most of them could not see the star-shaped emblem on the collar. There was only an Ouroboros brooch, symbolizing the alchemist, hanging below the collar. The brooch was deeply carved with a knife. horizontal.
The chosen ones carried forward the tactics of 'Fairy Wall'.
But that happened nearly ten years ago, and now this tactic has long become one of the standards on this real battlefield. The systematic use of craftsmen groups on the battlefield is nothing new. It is even a minimum requirement among armies with a certain structure.
Bard frowned. Those scattered visitors from other worlds were probably still used to fighting among their small groups and being smart, but they didn't understand what a real war was at all.
…
"Do you have any information about the commander opposite us?"
The person who asked this was Alyssa.
Saya looked at the table, looking a little worried. The parchment laid there had its edges slightly curled, casting a thick line of ink—marked red ink extending along the rugged surface, across the gray ridgeline, and the edge of the forest.
A translucent light screen was suspended in front of her, and her community account was logged in on it. Not long ago, she had posted a post using this ID, and now this post was enough to turn the situation in the north upside down, and that ID was also remembered by people.
Her fingertips lingered on the empty page for a moment, but she never made up her mind to click on the 'Send' button. She narrowed her eyes and turned back.
Sylvide, who was drawing on the map with a pen at her desk, felt the gazes of the two people. She raised her head, gently pushed the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose with her ring finger, thought for a moment, and replied: " The daily affairs and teachings of the Crow's Claw Temple are in charge of the controlling patriarch and priests, but they are two different systems from the Gray Knights. The latter is responsible for military operations and armed suppression, and is also the adjudicator. In a region, it is usually headed by a high official. The rank knight or knight commander is responsible."
"But for a military operation of this level, the other party may send a watcher to direct it. There are four watchers in the Crow Claw Temple, Bard - Black Feather, Grand Knight, Dragon - Gray Claw and Hawk - Blood Eye. There is also a witcher, Atla-Horn.”
"These people all have weird names."
Sylvide smiled: "Their surnames should not be their real names, they are all Christian names."
"Then Sylvide," Alyssa asked, "who do you think among these four people will be the commander on the opposite side?"
Sylvide looked aside: "Miss Tata knows more about this, maybe you can ask her."
The goblin lady, who was sitting on her knees with a thick chronicle, put down the tea cup in her hand and replied in a quiet tone: "It's Bard. He is usually in charge of affairs in the north, and this area is within his jurisdiction. .”
"What kind of person is that?" Alyssa asked again.
"He is cautious but brave. He is a typical soldier. No one knows his origin, but I speculate that such a person is probably a noble knight." Sylvide thought for a moment and added.
"What a tough opponent."
Saya looked at the two of them, somewhat confused as to why they were still so calm and composed at this time.
She asked herself that she was also from a large guild, but many people, including most people in Tapolis, had no idea about the real war in this world. There was a long summer war between the Rainbow Alliance and the descendants of Flor a year ago, but they mostly participated as marginalized people.
Among the decision-makers in Tapolis, the lady with silver coins counts as one, and the former president counts as one. Others cannot enter the core decision-making circle of the Rainbow Alliance at all.
A war is completely different from a small fight between teams. How many of them have experience in commanding military operations?
But she knew that the current entire battle plan was drawn up by the smiling aristocratic lady in front of her.
Who is she?
Saya opened her mouth slightly. Sylvide, as if aware of her gaze, turned around and asked her:
"Is there any problem, Miss Saya?"
…
"Bard Blackfeather, Grand Knight, Level 33, one of the four guardians of the Crow's Claw Temple, second only to the Son of Raven."
"He is not the strongest among the four guardians, but he is definitely the best at commanding. The Crow Claw Temple ordered him to guard the north, probably because of his military ability, so as to facilitate the fight against the invasion of dragon beasts. .”
"There are at least about 10,000 Gray Knights coming from Guta Port and Charter City from all directions. Not to mention that the commander still has two brushes. Even if there are so many people, Gray Owl Town will be filled up. "
"They simply overestimate their capabilities."
"It's just overestimation and hype. Just wait and see. These people will soon escape from Gray Owl Town in despair. In the end, it's not the refugees who are unlucky."
"Don't be arrogant upstairs, even the Sea Witch Mia supports them——"
"Come on, Miya can't even protect herself."
Wandering Ma gently put down the coffee cup in his hand and stared at the glowing screen in the darkness. The news from the north had completely disrupted his schedule, but he watched it for half the night. The same thing happened in the community. There is no nutritious content in arguing.
Regarding the four caretakers of the Crow Claw Temple, they were revealed by these people early on. The identities of the caretakers are not a secret. The information is all ready-made. People who discussed it in the community are just summarizing it. In fact, when it comes to details, he may have far more information than these people.
He stretched his waist for a long time, and the community concluded that the Gray Knights would launch an attack the next morning, and he himself almost made the same judgment. It seems that there will be no more unnecessary information tonight. People are still discussing the manifestation of the three goddesses of Elpaxin. The wandering horse has a vague feeling that it may be related to the current matter, but for a moment There was no time to get any more first-hand information.
He took one last look at the community a little bored, wondering whether to take a rest first and wait for the news tomorrow morning. I might as well continue to stay up all night and wait until things turn around.
But at this time, in the discussion of the long post that he had been refreshing, someone suddenly shouted:
"There's news out there!"
The wandering horse perked up and hurriedly retreated. As soon as he refreshed the page, he saw the familiar ID. Others are obviously very knowledgeable. In a short period of time, the new posts under that ID have been promoted to the popular discussion area above the community.
The wandering horse narrowed his eyes and clicked in.
But once inside, he was dumbfounded.
"Holy shit!"
He wasn't the only one who was dumbfounded.
In fact, most of the people who clicked into this post were immediately struck by the petrification magic.
"Holy shit, live broadcast!?"
"What, what, live broadcast to defend the city?"
"No...it doesn't seem like..."
"Why is it so dark..."
"WDNMD!?? They're out of town, what the hell!?"
…
"...I said, Cousin Ed...do we really need to do this?"
Ai Xiaoxiao was shivering in the ice and snow, rubbing her red hands, looking at the others in the dark with watery eyes.
But Luo Hao said nothing, only put one hand on the shield, squinted his eyes, and stared at the dark forest in the distance. Not far away, Tianlan, Luo Yu and Jita were setting up a magic circle together, leaving no time for him to pay attention. The Papalar man murmured in a low voice and stood next to the box - the latter stood in the darkness, holding a sword in both hands. ——That dark magic sword.
A dark red light flashed in the distance. The light was so dim that it could not even reach very far in the darkness. Ai Xiaoxiao closed her mouth. She knew that there were also watching a group of people with the same purpose as herself. . In the bushes, the redeemed were silent and silent.
Until one hand grasped the crystal that shimmered with dark light into the palm of his hand, its owner turned back and glanced at the traveler:
"Are you aborigines?" he asked.
He is the person in charge of liaison among this group of people. After all, it is the Chosen One who owns the system.
The redeemed person he asked turned around, silently turned his gaze to the other person in the darkness, and after a moment, nodded.
"I'm a little curious," the man asked again: "We are the chosen ones. If we die here, we will die. Anyway, we can return to the earth after the starlight is exhausted. But what about you, if you are here If you die, there will be nothing left, right?"
The redeemed looked at him silently for a long time before replying solemnly: "Actually, just like you, we also have our own destination."
The man looked here in surprise.
"When we die, we will go to the kingdom of the saints we believe in," the redeemed replied: "There, we will receive eternal life, perhaps in another form, but it is not a reincarnation. .”
The man was silent for a long time before he said: "I wish you good luck, brother."
"And may the saints bless you, my brother," the native responded: "Let us fight side by side."
The man silently raised his head and stared at the sky, looking through the layers of cedar branches. I knew in my heart that there was a pair of 'eyes' staring in this direction in the darkness there.
They would fight this battle under that gaze and never even leave this land, but at least, maybe that would make them look a little more heroic.
That was probably his original intention for agreeing to the plan.
He doesn't know what other people think -
Although that plan sounds really crazy.
…
Bader Black Feather frowned as he watched the alliance official hurriedly separate from the others and rushed in front of him.
But he knew that these people were so arrogant. Except for the goals they wanted to achieve, they did not put anything else in their eyes. Bader Black Feather suppressed his dissatisfaction. These people - or should be called 'invaders', 'chosen people' - but in short, they still have some effect on them for the time being, and he can only turn a blind eye. Close one eye.
The alliance official came over and said, "Mr. Budd, you'd better come and take a look at this."
As he spoke, he opened a page of light screen and displayed it in front of the other party. He enlarged the light screen, turned it around, and said, "This is a post on our community. You should know something about our community, right?"
Bard nodded silently. He looked at the picture on the light screen. Although he couldn't understand anything else, he at least understood everything displayed on the picture: "Is this a clockwork fairy?"
The alliance official nodded: "Above this screen is the Dragon Roaring Mountains, in this direction is the Egon Forest, and here is our camp."
Bud looked up at the night sky keenly, silently staring at the darkness there.
After a moment, he turned back and asked, "You mean someone is watching us?"
"It's the other person's."
The league official replied: "They are live-streaming a night attack on us."
Bud looked at each other silently.
"This is a provocation," the alliance official replied with gritted teeth: "Mr. Bud, this is a naked provocation."
But of course Bud understood this as a provocation.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
The cold wind in the night howled lowly——
Saya's voice was slightly hoarse: "Of course I understand this is a provocation, but aren't you worried?" She raised her head and looked at the two of them, "There will also be chosen ones at the Crow Claw Temple, and they might get us. plan, our strength is not as good as theirs."
Sylvester smiled slightly and looked at each other with Alyssa.
"You made a mistake." Alyssa replied with a smile: "Actually, this additional plan was not proposed by Miss Sylvie. She doesn't know much about our world. Although the combat plan itself was proposed by Sylvie It was formulated by Miss De, but this additional clause was insisted on by the leader."
"Captain Ed?"
Saya was stunned for a moment in disbelief.
"I didn't expect it," Alyssa said with amusement, "our leader is actually a bit childish sometimes."
"But……"
"Don't worry, Miss Saya," Tata suddenly said, "Mr. Knight, he has a sense of proportion."
Upon hearing this, the ship officer lady put down the pen in her hand and turned back to look out the window. In the darkness there, a tall figure looming above the city.
"But it all makes sense, Miss Saya."
She spoke softly.
…
'We don't just have to beat them. '
'And also for them to know how they were defeated. '
The wandering horse is reading these two lines of text one by one——
His hand holding the coffee cup didn't move for a long time, and his mind was filled with buzzing voices: They were probably crazy, or did they realize that the difference in strength was too big and just put all their money into it? Rather than just sit back and wait for death, why not go crazy at the end and at least die a worthy death?
He silently watched the waterfall of replies under that post, most of which contained voices of disbelief and abuse:
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
"That's crazy!"
"The arrogance is boundless!"
Almost no one will believe the content of this post. Even the most calm and rational people can't help but raise their eyebrows when they see such a crazy declaration.
Even the people who originally supported Fang Plover and his party couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation at being teased.
What is this?
Is this all just a hype?
At the other end of the screen, a pair of quiet silver eyes flickered slightly at this moment. Miya twitched her ears in confusion, and was even startled by this bold decision. She pursed her lips and listened to the sarcastic voice coming from the communication channel over there:
"Mia, Loofah, is this the person you want us to support?"
"Isn't he here to play with us?"
The wolf girl tapped her finger on the light screen, and for a moment she didn't know how to speak.
But a strange voice replied: "Shut up, you idiot."
Everyone was startled and looked at the ID with the title of Executioner's Sword and what the other person said.
Loofah: “…Interesting wide-field mode.”
"Everyone, don't you think this perspective looks familiar?"
Miya was stunned for a moment, as if she was petrified, and then turned around in surprise.
In the communication screen, the somewhat playful girl was holding her cheek with her hands, leaning on the side of the ship, with a bright smile in her eyes:
"Got you."
"Mr. Fenris."
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