“They’re getting more.”
"Not surprisingly, the people from their alliance sent people to remind them early in the morning that some people would join them."
Bud Black Feather slowly lowered the monocular lens in his hand, and the chain armor shirt rustled and a ray of fire was reflected on the shoulder armor under the thick crow cloak. The distant light came from the town, and the knight gathered his thick eyebrows. The place was outside the edge of the forest, and there was only a little spot left in his deep eyes.
He let out a breath and watched the white mist rise and merge into the night sky. "It's just a bunch of mobs, the little mice of Nico Polas, and some invaders who are not a climatic."
"So when will we launch an attack, Lord Guardian?" asked the knight beside him.
"When it's dawn, we will launch an attack with the people coming from Charter City-"
But as soon as he finished speaking, his eyebrows suddenly raised slightly. He couldn't help but stop the movement of putting away the telescope in his hand, lifting it up again, holding it tightly with his hands, and putting it beside his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the firelight in the darkness, with a series of murmurs coming out of his mouth, and his brows were frowning tightly.
The knights were watching his movements with some confusion, and Bud Black Feather had turned around, stretched out his right hand and waved it to everyone, roaring: "There is movement in the Gray Owl Town, go and find the magicians!"
The roaring sound seemed to have passed through the wind and snow, causing the dark camp in the forest to come alive in an instant. The wizards in thick robes were lifting the curtains and coming out in groups. The elderly wizards were wearing a dark rose robe, holding a crystal ball in their hands, and separated the crowd and came to Bad Heiyu.
He bowed first before saying, "The detection magic shows that several troops have indeed left the town, Lord Guardian."
"Several teams?" Bud frowned, "How many teams are there?"
The heavy snow fell, and the wizards stood in the snow and looked at each other. This was not their expertise.
The wizard's gray beard shook in the cold wind and replied calmly: "Detecting magic cannot do such a thing, Lord Guardian."
Bud Black Feather nodded slightly.
"Release the scout."
"Go and get the craftsmen out of the line."
Amid the low call, the scouts wearing gray-black cloaks scattered out like shadows.
Most of these people were employed by the mercenaries and bounty hunters in the Crow Claw Temple, and were skilled eyeliners and spies. A gray cloak in the snow was dragged through the low bush forest and soon sank into the dark forest.
But above the scouts, a huge square array was flying over the canopy layer. They occasionally raised their heads and saw only the flashes of copper light between the branches, the thin metal wings stretching out from the structure, trembling up and down, leaving with a slight sound.
In the camp, the craftsmen reported their positions and coordinates in a low voice and raised their hands. The second batch of Shining Fairies were slowly rising, hovering in the air, and under their gestures, one after another rose into the night sky.
Others looked up and looked in that direction, and the cold light reflected in the goggles. They were wearing black coats, and most of the star-shaped insignia were not visible on the collars. There was only a wetronado brooch that symbolized the alchemist, hanging under the collar, and a horizontal line was engraved with a knife on the brooch.
The selectors carried forward the tactics of the "Wall of Fairies".
But that happened nearly ten years ago, and now this tactic has long become one of the standards on this real battlefield. It is no longer new to use craftsmen on the battlefield. It is even in a certain army with a certain system of institutions, which is the minimum requirement.
Bud frowned. Those visitors from other worlds who were loose in the sand were probably used to fighting between their small groups, and were smart, but they didn't understand what a real war was.
...
"Is there any information about the commander opposite us?"
The person who asked this was Alisa.
Sandye looked at the table and seemed a little worried. The parchment paper spread there was slightly folded at the edge, throwing a thick ink - the marked red ink extending along the rugged surface, passing through the gray ridgeline and the edge of the forest.
A translucent light screen floated in front of her, and the account logged in to her community was her community account. Not long ago, she once posted a post with this ID, and now this post is enough to turn the form of the Northland, and that ID is also remembered by people.
Her fingertips stayed on the floating light page for a moment, but she never made up her mind to click on the "send" button. She restrained her eyes and turned around.
Silvede, who was drawing on the map with his pen at his desk, felt the eyes of the two of them, raised his head, gently pushed the silver-edged glasses on the bridge of his nose with his ring finger, thought for a moment, and replied: "The daily affairs and teachings of the Crow Claw Temple are controlled by the Patriarch, and the priests are responsible for them, but they are two systems with the Grey Knight. The latter is responsible for military operations and armed suppression, and is also the ruling person. In the same area, a high-level knight or the Knight Chief is usually responsible for."
"But at this level of military operations, perhaps the other party will send a guard to command. There are four guards in the Crow Claw Temple, Bad Black Feather, Great Knight, Dragorn Gray Claw and Hawke Blood Eyes, and a witch hunter, Atlas Longhorn."
"The names of these people are quite strange."
Silvede smiled: "Their surnames should not be their real names, they are all from the same kind of religion."
"That Silvede," asked Alissa, "Who of these four do you think will be the commander on the opposite side?"
Silvede looked to the side: "Miss Tata knows a lot about this, maybe you can ask her."
The fairy lady who knelt on a thick chronicle put down the teacup in her hand and replied in a quiet tone: "It's Bud, who is responsible for the affairs of the north on weekdays, and this area is his jurisdiction."
"What kind of person is that?" Alisa asked again.
"He is cautious but extremely brave. He is a typical soldier. No one knows his origin, but I guess such people are mostly from aristocratic knights." Silweid thought for a while and said.
"What a tricky opponent."
Saya looked at the two of them and felt a little confused about why they could still be so calm at this time.
She asked herself that she was also from a great guild, but many people, including most of Tapolis, had no idea about the real war in this world. There was a long summer battle between the Rainbow Alliance and the Flores a year ago, but most of them participated as marginal people.
The decision-maker of Tapolis, the silver coin lady, the former president, was counted as one, and the others could not enter the core decision-making circle of the Rainbow League.
A war is completely different from a small fight between a team. How many of them have the experience of commanding the army to fight?
But she knew that the current total combat plan was formulated by the smiling noble lady in front of her.
Who is she?
Saye opened his mouth slightly. As if he noticed her gaze, Silweid turned around and asked her:
"Is there any problem, Miss Sandy Night?"
...
"Bad-Black Feather, Great Knight, Level 33, one of the four guardians of the Crow Claw Temple, and his status is second only to the Son of the Raven."
"He is not the strongest among the four guards, but he is definitely the best at commanding. The Crow Claw Temple ordered him to guard the north, so he should have taken a fancy to his military capabilities to facilitate the fight against the invasion of dragon beasts."
"There are at least 10,000 Grey Knights from Guta Harbor and Charter City from all directions. Not to mention that the commander has two brushes, even if so many people fill in it, they will fill in the Grey Owl Town."
"They are just overestimating their abilities."
"What's the point of overestimating one's ability? Just hype it. After waiting, these people will soon escape from Gray Owl Town in shame. In the end, the refugees are not the ones who are unlucky."
"Don't set the rhythm upstairs, even Miya, the witch of the sea, supports them-"
"Come on, Miya himself can't protect himself."
The wandering horse gently put down the coffee cup in his hand and stared at the glowing screen in the dark. The news from the North had completely disrupted his daily routine, but after watching it in the middle of the night, the community was full of contention without nutrition.
The four guards of the Crow Claw Temple were dug out by these people early in the morning. The identity of the guardian is not a secret, the information is ready-made, and the people discussed in the community are just a summary. In fact, if you want to talk about the details, he may have much more information than these people.
He stretched his waist long, and the community inferred that the Grey Knight would launch an attack the next morning, and he himself made almost the same judgment. It seems that no unnecessary information will come tonight, and people are still discussing the three goddesses Elpaxin's appearance. The wandering horse vaguely feels that it may be related to the current matter, but for a moment, there will be no more first-hand information.
He looked at the community last with a little bored, hesitating in his heart whether to go for a break first and wait for tomorrow morning news. He might as well continue to stay overnight until things turn around.
But it was at this moment that he had been refreshing the discussion, and someone suddenly shouted:
"There's news outside!"
The wandering horse was excited and hurriedly retreated. After refreshing, it turned out that familiar ID. The others were obviously very aware of it. In just a short time, they had already pushed the new posts under the ID into the popular discussion section above the community.
The wandering horse narrowed his eyes and clicked in.
But as soon as he entered, he was stunned.
"Damn!"
It was not just him who was stunned.
In fact, most people who entered this post were petrified magic at the first time.
"Damn, live post!?"
"What, live broadcast to defend the city?"
"No...it doesn't seem to be..."
"Why is it dark..."
"WDNMD!???They are out of the city, what the hell!?"
...
"...I said, Cousin Ed...is it really necessary for us to do this?"
Ai Xiaoxiao shivered in the cold and snow. She kept rubbing her red hands and looking at others with her big watery eyes in the dark.
But Luo Hao didn't say a word, and only put one hand on the shield, squinted his eyes, staring at the dark forest in the distance. Not far away, the sky was blue, Luo Yu and Ji Ta were setting up a magic circle together, and there was no time to care about it, while the Paparals muttered in a low voice, standing beside the box - the latter stood in the darkness, leaning on the sword with both hands - the dark magic sword.
A little dark red light flashed in the distance, and the light was so dim that it could not even reach too far. Ai Xiaoxiao shut her mouth, and she knew that she was also watching over a group of people with the same purpose as her. Among the bushes, the redeemed people were silent and silent.
Until one hand grabbed the crystal with a dark light into the palm of his palm, his master turned around and glanced at his fellow travelers:
"Are you indigenous people?" he asked.
He is the person in charge of contact among this group, after all, the caller has the system.
The redeemed person he asked turned around and silently turned his gaze to the other party in the darkness. After a moment, he nodded.
"I'm a little curious," the man asked again, "We are the summoners, and 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 die here, there will be nothing?"
The redeemed person looked at him silently for a while before answering in a deep voice: "Actually, like you, we also have our own destination."
The man looked here a little surprised.
“When we die, we will go to the kingdom of the saints we believe in,” the redeemed answered: “Where we will obtain eternal life, perhaps in another form, but not a samsara.”
The man was silent for a while before speaking, "Good luck, brother."
"I hope all the saints will protect you, my brother," replied the Aboriginal people: "Let us fight side by side."
The man quietly raised his head and stared at the sky, his eyes passing through the layers of cedar branches. He knew in his heart that in the darkness there, there were a pair of "eyes" staring in this direction.
They will participate in the battle with that gaze, and will never even be able to leave the land, but at least, maybe that will make them look a little more heroic.
That was his original intention of agreeing to that plan.
He didn't know what others thought-
Although that plan sounds really crazy.
...
Bud Heiyu looked at the alliance officials hurriedly separated the others and rushed to him, and couldn't help but frown.
But he knew that these people were so arrogant and that nothing else was in their eyes except the goals they wanted to achieve. Bard Heiyu suppressed his dissatisfaction. These people - or should be called "invaders" and "sacred people" - but in short, there is some effect on them for the time being, and he could only turn a blind eye.
The officer of the alliance came over and spoke, "Mr. Bud, you'd better come and see this."
He said, opening a page of light screen to display it in front of the other side. He enlarged the light screen, turned it over, and said, "This is a post above our community. You should have some understanding of our community, right?"
Bud 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 officials nodded: "Above this picture is the Dragon Sound Mountains, in this direction is the Egonne Forest, here is our camp."
Bard looked up sharply at the night sky, silently staring at the darkness there.
After a while, he turned around and asked, "Are you saying someone is watching us?"
"It's the other person."
Alliance officials replied: "They are broadcasting the night attack on us."
Bud looked at the other person in silence.
"This is a provocation," the coalition officials replied with gritted teeth. "Mr. Bud, this is a provocation."
But Bud certainly understood that this was a provocation.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
The cold wind in the night whistles in a low voice—
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 are also summoners in the Crow Claw Temple. They may get our plans. Our strength is not as strong as them."
Silvede smiled slightly and looked at each other with Alissa.
"You made a mistake." Alisa replied with a smile: "In fact, this additional plan was not proposed by Miss Silvede. She did not know our world. Although the combat plan itself was formulated by Miss Silvede, this additional one was insisted on by the regiment commander."
"He is the Captain Ed?"
Saye was stunned for a moment in disbelief.
"I didn't expect it," Alisa was a little funny. "Our leader is actually a little childish sometimes."
"But……"
"Don't worry, Miss Sandy Night," Tata suddenly said, "Mr. Knight, he has a proper sense."
Upon hearing this, the ship's officer put down his pen and turned to look out the window. In the darkness there, a erect figure appeared on the top of the city.
"But it all makes sense, Miss Sandy Night."
She said softly.
...
‘We not only want to defeat them.’
‘And they also need to know how they were defeated.’
The wandering horse is reading these two lines of text word by word—
His hand holding the coffee cup didn't move for a long time, and his mind was full of buzzing sounds: were they crazy, or did they realize that the gap in strength was too big, so they just gambled? Rather than sitting there waiting for death, it would be better to go crazy in the end, at least to die?
He silently looked at the replies that unfolded like a waterfall below the post, mostly of incredible and insulting:
"Overbial ability."
"It's simply crazy!"
"It's so arrogant that I'm so arrogant!"
Almost no one would believe the content of this post. Even the calmest and most rational person could not help but jump up when he saw such a crazy declaration.
Even the people who originally supported Fang Zhu and his group could not help but feel anger at this moment.
What is this?
Is it all just a hype?
At the other end of the screen, a pair of quiet silver eyes flashed slightly at this moment. Miya shook her ears at a loss, and was even startled by this bold decision. She pursed her lips and listened to the sneering voice coming from the communication channel over there:
"Miya, Loofah, is this the one you let us support?"
"He shouldn't be here to play with us?"
The wolf girl tapped on the light screen with her fingers, and didn't know how to speak for a while.
But a strange voice replied: "Shut up, idiot."
Everyone was stunned and looked at the ID with the title of the Sword of the Executioner and the other party's speech.
Loofah: "…interesting wide field of view mode."
"Everyone, don't you think this perspective looks familiar?"
Miya was stunned for a moment like petrification before turning around unexpectedly.
In the communication screen, the playful girl held her cheek with her hands and was standing on the side of the boat, with a bright smile in her eyes:
"Catch you."
"Mr. Fenris."
Chapter completed!