Late at night, the campsite in the woods on the south bank of the Is River was quiet.
Except for a few mercenaries who were keeping watch and alert, most of the others had already gone to bed.
In particular, the soldiers preparing for night operations, Alena, the half-orc Rhett and the paladin Eloline, have all rested for more than eight hours.
I am currently sitting in front of the campfire, sipping on the freshly made stew, broth and rusks from the bowl.
Especially the paladin Eloline, who looked obviously nervous and almost accidentally spilled the soup bowl in her hand several times.
After finishing her share of food, she asked impatiently: "Is Soss awake yet?"
The soldier shook his head gently: "Not yet. I just went to take a look in the carriage. The owner seems to be dreaming. But counting the time, he should wake up soon."
"Dreaming?"
Alaina was slightly stunned.
Because in her impression, Zuo Si's sleeping condition has always been amazingly good.
Even if he encounters a sudden accident or experiences a tense and exciting battle, this young planeswalker can easily fall into deep sleep when needed.
Not to mention dreaming, even getting up at night to go to the toilet rarely happens.
Alaina once suspected that there was no such thing as tension or anxiety in her master's consciousness.
No matter what happens, you can always maintain a calm and indifferent attitude to solve problems.
"That's right! It's a dream! And it should be a nightmare. I vaguely heard something he kept muttering in his mouth. But because the voice was too low and too vague, I couldn't hear it clearly."
The soldier didn't hide anything and openly told everything he knew.
Just when Alena wanted to continue asking questions, Zuo Si finally walked out of the carriage specially prepared for him.
His recovery didn't look very good. Not only did his eyes appear slightly swollen, but he also kept rubbing his eyebrows with his hands.
"Master, are you okay?"
The loyal soldier stood up on his own initiative, his eyes full of concern.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well. However, all my spell slots have been restored, which is a blessing among misfortunes."
Zuo Si shook his head slightly, went straight to the campfire and sat down, took out his own special bowl, and took a spoonful of steaming broth from the pot.
After a few mouthfuls of hot soup, his energy obviously recovered.
"Are you dreaming?"
Alena, who is outspoken and outspoken, asked curiously.
While Zuo Si was carefully drinking the soup from the bowl, he responded nonchalantly: "Yeah! I had a pretty absurd dream. In the dream, I fought with an injured blue dragon with all my strength, and finally succeeded in getting rid of it.
A piece of flesh and blood was torn off his body, and then he woke up."
"Ha! Is this because you have to face a red dragon, so you feel nervous too?" Alena joked carelessly.
"Do you think I would be afraid of a red dragon?" Zuo Si asked meaningfully.
With that strange object around, Wilmes was basically no different from an enlarged version of a pet dog in front of him.
Compared to the red dragon, he felt that this dream had something to do with the ability to transform into a half-dragon using the [Dragon Gloves]...
Especially the inexplicable and substantial increase in basic attributes after the battle is a bit abnormal no matter how you look at it.
But right now Zuo Si doesn't have time to study the secret of this magic glove, so he can only put it aside for now.
After all, there is no harm in improving basic attributes.
When you arrive in Ascatla and settle down, you can find a chance to find out what kind of secrets this thing hides.
Alena stared at Zuo Si's eyes for half a minute, and then said in a very playful tone: "That's hard to say.
Everyone has something to fear in their hearts.
A dragon-slaying warrior who dares to face a giant dragon might be scared to death by a bug falling from the roof;
A general who is victorious on the battlefield may be frightened out of his wits by his wife's roar when he returns home.
I think even you must be afraid of something.
One day, I will find it out and scare you hard."
As the saying goes, mentally ill patients have broad ideas, and mentally retarded children have more joy.
Alena is obviously from the chaotic camp, except she is more serious when fighting.
On weekdays, this is basically how I want to have some fun for myself all the time.
After so many days of getting along with each other, Zuo Si had long been accustomed to her nonsense, and rolled his eyes angrily: "Then just look for it slowly, and remember to tell me when you find it. Also, secretly hide you in
Take out the wine from your backpack, don’t think I didn’t see it.”
"Ah?! You...how did you find out?" Alena suddenly panicked.
You must know that the bottle of wine was stolen from the cabinet behind the bar while the bartender was not paying attention when she was staying at the Manon Hotel.
"You are not a professional thief. How can you fool anyone with your poor stealing skills? What's more, do you think that bottle of wine is really stolen? You are naive! I have paid for you a long time ago."
Zuo Si held his forehead and explained speechlessly.
He really didn't know what to say about his first follower's funny character.
The only good thing is that Alena's camp is neutral chaos, not evil chaos.
Otherwise, Zuo Si probably would have gone bald before he reached adulthood.
"Damn it! No wonder I always feel like there's something wrong with the way you look at me since last night."
Seeing her little secret exposed, Alena couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
Reluctantly, he took out the bottle of spirit from his backpack that sold for 15 gold coins at the Manon Inn. It uses wine as raw material and undergoes a series of complex processes of distillation and fermentation.
According to the earth's terminology, this bottle of wine should be called "brandy".
However, the natives of Manon gave it a better name, called "The Fire of Annihilation".
Mainly because this kind of distilled liquor has great stamina and always makes people drunk without realizing it.
Looking at the amber liquid in the bottle, Alena clearly showed an expression of regret and unwillingness.
Immediately afterwards, she unscrewed the stopper herself, raised her head and drank several mouthfuls, and then reluctantly handed it to the soldiers beside her.
The latter took a small sip silently, and then handed it to the orc next to him.
Rhett took it and raised his head to take a sip, and then said with a smile: "Thanks! There is nothing more relaxing than having a sip of strong wine on a night like this."
In this way, except for Zuo Si, everyone sitting in front of the bonfire drank the entire bottle of wine quickly.
Under the stimulation of alcohol, they who were still a little sleepy quickly became excited.
After Zuo Si finished dinner, the team members participating in this operation came to the river bank, rode on the back of a manticore and flew across the river, landing in the city of Mylatma, which was surrounded by an army of monsters.
Spellcasters like Zuo Si and Alena who don't have much weight or armor on their bodies can carry almost two at a time with the manticore's weight-bearing ability.
In contrast, units like soldiers wearing heavy armor can barely carry one at a time.
After going back and forth several times, the group of five finally landed on a deserted street.
Of course, the price is to exhaust the manticore.
In addition, it was not suitable for participating in the next action, so Zuo Si sent it to rest in the woods outside the city.
Because the light was too dark at night, no one noticed that there were a few more uninvited guests in the city.
Quite the opposite!
The soldiers standing on the city wall responsible for the night watch focused all their attention on the camp of the monster army.
Once there is any disturbance, there will be a burst of chickens and dogs jumping on the city wall. ..