The curtains of the tent were half open, and the flickering light of the campfire came in along with the cold. Zhagen sat alone in the shadow of the tent. Occasionally, light would shine on his gloomy face, showing that the people had absolutely no hope.
An expression I have ever seen, ferocious!
Eli was 4 percent cowed and 6 percent sneaky. He turned close to the edge of the tent and came in. He was so angry that he secretly spat: "He was born to eat shit!"
"Sitting" Zhagen had a dull look on his face, and his voice lacked the same warmth as in this tent.
Eli smiled flatteringly at Zagan, hunkered down and sat on the short wooden pier, breathed into his rubbing hands, sniffed and said, "I took a quick look, and everyone was clamoring to leave, and some even proposed staying overnight.
strike camp"
"Let's go? There's so much snow on the ground, we're on an empty stomach, there's no pack horse, there are so many wounded people, how can we go? People are going crazy?"
"People say that staying here is like waiting to die."
"Humph, if you have nothing, how far can you go even if you just walk? Again, we have to work hard to fight for what belongs to us. This is the right of free people." Zagan clenched his fists.
"Well……"
"Say what you have to say"
"It is said that the lord has planned to return the food, and those who are unwilling to obey the leadership can do whatever they want."
"That's good!" This sentence is rooted in the heart. How can it be so simple to return the food? It requires big animals, contribution compensation, and loss compensation for being thrown into the wilderness... If you want to argue, that's the reason.
Too much
"It is said that the lord scolded Master Difu behind his back more than once for being a prodigal. Taking this opportunity, he just took back all the gold and silver. The Gale Team got a lot of food and supplies twice, plus so much human and animal meat, it was enough to eat.
As for the remaining rags, whoever wants them wants them?"
"Damn it, why are there so many rumors all of a sudden?" Zhagen couldn't bear it any longer and roared through gritted teeth. In his opinion, if Xavier really did this, there really would be nothing to say about human beast meat, holiness.
The faction will not want it. If they want the supplies obtained by the Wind Team, they will naturally belong to them, because they are the private mercenaries of their lords. The corpse eaters do not work as bosses every day, and they do not have less work to do. Allocate some of the most
Basic tents, sleds, and some pack power are not too much. In this way, the hardware conditions for continuing eastward are complete again.
Sure enough, Eli looked over with a humble look, and then explained slowly: "The news came from the representatives. After dinner, the lord invited the representatives over, and roughly expressed his intention. It seems that the lord will come tomorrow.
Assign people to pack in public, taking only the most basic items and discarding the rest..."
He took out a small paper bag from his arms and threw it to Eli, Zha Gen waved his hand very impatiently.
"Thank you!" The fearful expression disappeared, and the flattering smile climbed onto Eli's face again. He nodded and bowed, thanked him repeatedly, and then exited.
Symphony, a psychedelic potion formula that Eli obtained from an alchemist. He named it himself. It was because of this that he lost his career and became a wanted criminal. The power of darkness rescued him from his addiction.
(In fact, it was replaced). From then on, Symphony became a sharp weapon in his hand.
After sending Eli away, it took Zagen a long time to calm down. Zagen knew that being angry could not solve the problem. He needed to calm down and come up with a solution to the problem as soon as possible.
"The efforts of these days will not be wasted so easily, never!" A flash of madness flashed in Zagan's eyes. He thought of poisoning. He had thought of this plan when he first joined the migration team, but he had always suffered from not having it.
The right opportunity to start. In addition, Zhagen is somewhat repelled by such low-IQ methods, but in comparison, he hates that the storm that he finally seized the opportunity to be calmed down like this.
Zhagen doesn't care about the life and death of the people of the Holy Sect at all. He cares about the corpse eaters who are obviously showing signs of traveling lightly. Zhagen knows that Neo and the Gale Team must be of this sect.
"That's fine!" Zhagen, who was restlessly pacing back and forth, clenched his fist fiercely. "After the Holy Sect was separated, the migration team composed of Tures and Mashua people was about 1,400 people, and the escort team
The split ratio is more than 1:3 for ordinary people. Due to the insufficient combat power of the Guards, Xavier is likely to recall some members of the Wind Team. People like Neo have good organizational skills, affinity, and combat power.
Man, it is too wasteful to be a correspondent at this time. It is very likely that he will stay in the migration team. If that is the case, the moving target will become a fixed target..."
Zha Gen suddenly stopped, thought for a while, and then started walking around in the tent again.
"No, it's too risky!"
Zhagen is one of the main advocates of freedom and holiness. Although he has always kept a low profile and always tries his best to achieve his goals through indirect methods such as inducement and encouragement, but in order to guide the direction of public opinion and add fuel to the flames, he cannot stay out of the matter. On the contrary
, he has to expand his influence as much as possible
The result is that although there is no evidence that he publicly praised the main arguments of the Holiness sect, in the impression of the Holiness sect people, he is completely inclined to them, and is even one of their spiritual leaders. In Zhagen's view,
His performance has been called a classic. If you want it but don't say a clear word, in the end you won't earn it, but you will be promoted to a high position. This is not cleverness. What is cleverness?
"But all of a sudden there are rumors all over the place!" Root's resentment once again arose from the dramatic changes in the situation since the return of the Storm Team. He had to admit that compared with these changes, the '
"Holiness, freedom style" seems too gentle. In just a few hours, the once hot topic, which is about to be solved, has become more and more uninterested. If this issue is not the source of the formation of the Holiness sect, if it is not
People still need some skin, I am afraid that this issue will be completely abandoned because of the power of public opinion and the magic of gossip. I finally have a deep understanding of it.
"Damn it, there is an expert behind this!" Zha Gen gasped and groaned. His biggest worry now is that if he changes sides tomorrow, he will slap himself in the face and destroy the image he has built up these days.
There is a high probability that his prestige will be lost to the ranks of the corpse eaters. He will have to move up from the state of negative prestige. The sacrifice of such a fight, what if Neo does not stay in the migration team as he thought? What if Hayate
The members of the team are unruly, and Xavier obviously values this strength, so he thinks that only Neo is more qualified for the position of correspondent? Then he will be at a huge loss!
"The method of peeling off the silk and pulling out the cocoon is somewhat unworkable! The separation of the Holy Sect is indeed a loss for the migration team, but from another perspective, it is also a cleansing and purification. The remaining people will have stronger cohesion. Think again
It would be difficult to find a reason to provoke trouble! No! Lose the burden? Don’t even think about it!" Zhagen finally made a decision. It was easy to fish in troubled waters. He could not sit back and watch the migration team internally clean up, and this time rumors started to spread.
, is also an opportunity to continue to increase his influence and potential status...
Just as Zhagen was coming up with a response plan and putting it into action, Neo was talking to Valentina
We haven't seen her for a few days. Although Valentina is still very handsome, if you pay close attention, you will see that the outline of her face is obviously clear, which shows that she is thin, and there is an unconcealed tiredness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. In addition, the flush on her cheeks can be seen.
It's not because of health or the high temperature in this tent, but with Neo's sensitive nose, he can smell more than just the aftertaste of the medicinal fragrance.
"The dark minions attacking the camp are led by a high-ranking dark swordsman?"
Valentina nodded, with a heavy look in her eyes, "Perhaps you have met this person when you were in Sols City, the deputy leader of the West Wind Fighting Group, Vladimir."
A look of surprise appeared on Neo's face, and he soon became relieved. The "beautiful beast" is certainly powerful, but the devils who came to lift the seal of Xiwumang are even more powerful. Just like the saying, "Those who drown will always die."
A phenomenon expressed in the proverb about water, Vladimir's pride has been witnessed with his own eyes. In the face of the evil plans and powerful strength of the devils, this kind of pride can easily lead to irreparable tragedy.
"I met him in the military camp. He is a powerful warrior, but he is not very lucky."
"Compared to you, it's indeed a lot worse." Valentina smiled slightly.
Neo nodded, "I heard from Miriam that you two are very good friends."
"Mirien is a kind-hearted girl who always makes people love her."
Neo nodded again. Valentina's answer was a disguised admission that she knew a lot about him from Miriam. To be honest, Neo didn't agree with Valentina enough to not mind her at all.
To the point of discussing some privacy, he could only accept Miriam's shortcomings of being gullible. After all, this shortcoming is a common by-product of kindness.
"You are more magical than I thought." Valentina looked at Neo and smiled. She really liked seeing this guy who was two years younger than her, especially after this guy showed off his power like this time.
As soon as he came back, the issue of quarrels and divisions between the Holy Sect and the Corpse Eaters was easily solved. The plan had been discussed with Deev and Ebt before. Xavier also agreed and offered to be the villain. This is how those rumors spread.
The problem started because of rumors, but eventually it ended with such a cost-effective and powerful counterattack strategy. Even if the conditions were met, Valentina thought it would be difficult for her to come up with it. Moreover, Neo could implement it with ease, from planning to execution.
From the entry point to the feasibility, Sheng Sheng comprehensively compared all the methods that she, a knight who graduated from a major, could think of.
For Valentina, who is a little proud in her heart, Neo's excellence is even more dazzling because of his background, and the deeper she digs into this man's secret, the more Valentina can't help but give birth to some little little things.
small regret
Every young man has a dream about a prince and a princess. When this dream collides with the situation of "the bride is not me", regret inevitably occurs. Of course, for Valentina, regret has not yet risen to the level of "
The bride is not my height, but she rarely appreciates a person of the same age as the opposite sex. As a result, she didn’t even have the chance to have some charming stories. She regrets this.
"So..." Neo and Valentina looked at each other, "You know the purpose of my being here, right?"
"My injury doesn't matter, it's just a small problem." Valentina's rare eyes dodge.
Neo smiled, stood up, and walked towards the armor stand in the corner of the tent. Valentina's armor was propped up there. The cold iron armor was made of ordinary material and workmanship, but its owner took good care of it, so the numerous scars were not there.
Not obvious. Of course, in the eyes of professionals like Neo, it is a different situation. Those inconspicuous cracks are hidden dangers and do not require much strength. As long as the strength is used skillfully, they can be broken.
It is said that the defense of this armor is already very low.
This time, Neo didn't come to trouble Valentina's armor. He knew that with Valentina's pride, his well-intentioned reminder would become a sting. Instead of showing off his knowledge, it would be better to actually do something.
Some fingers slid along a fine line on the armor, but Neo didn't see it. The blush on Valentina's cheeks obviously increased at that moment, because this fine line appeared on the front of the breastplate, and it appeared from the front of the female armor.
The front bulge (a more sharply curved whole instead of two bowls) is swept to the left
Neo came up with the meaning of this fine line based on half reasoning and half guessing: As a knight, Valentina used combat power combined with armor, but she was not able to completely block the opponent's attack.
He skillfully opened the breastplate. Neo took it off and looked at it carefully for a while by the light of the horseshoe lamp in the tent. He didn't say anything immediately, but rearranged the armor, then walked back to his seat and sat down again, paying attention.
Valentina
At first, Valentina could still look into Neo's clear eyes, but later she was just being patient and angry.
Neo smiled again. In Valentina's eyes, this smile felt like her inner thoughts were being revealed. She was really embarrassed and annoyed. She was about to fight back in her usual way when she heard Neo say: "I'm being cornered."
When the fighter merchant rescued him, he had already remembered some things."
"Huh?" Valentina became a little confused. She didn't know why Neo suddenly mentioned such a thing.
Neo said with a somewhat reminiscence look: "Our tribe is very poor. There will be a period of time every year when everyone will starve together and eat the limited food carefully. But our tribe has always had a tradition. If
It's a friend coming over, and he will definitely provide the best food to entertain me. Last time I was at your house, I had roast lamb. I didn't think it was too special at the time. Later I found out that the sheep was a ewe, and the milk it squeezed was for the body.
Something for weak Dorothy to drink."
If there was no foreshadowing before, Valentina would immediately put on her arrogant mask now, very aristocratic and majestic, but now, she couldn't keep her face up, but she didn't know what kind of face she should use to deal with it, so,
Miss Stroe, who has always been carefree and cheerful, is actually nervous, embarrassed, and a little at a loss. Not to mention the subjects of Mashua, even the old knight Seifer has never seen such a girly side of his daughter.
"My father once told me this: Be independent and work hard to do your own thing. But not everything can be done by yourself. What should I do now?" Neo paused for a moment, and when Valentina looked at
He looked over again and smiled: "Of course I'm asking for help."
By this time, Valentina naturally understood what Neo was really referring to. She lowered her head and said with lack of confidence: "My injury is really nothing!"
There was no movement, the tent was very quiet for a long time
Valentina was not used to always lowering her head, so she finally couldn't help but raise it up, and saw Neo looking at her quietly with a smile.
Valentina's face turned red again
"Hmm!" Valentina coughed twice, trying to regain her momentum, but found that Neo's eyes were elsewhere. Feeling slightly regretful, Valentina followed Neo's eyes and looked,
As a result, she saw her hand tightly grasping the bed sheet, which had been twisted into a wrinkled ball... At this time, Valentina's face turned completely red.
"Huh! What's the big deal!" Valentina couldn't give up, and her temper came out. She raised her head again, "Yes, I was injured. I was injured by Vladimir's dark sword energy.
What do you want?"
"You know what I want" Neo still smiled and looked as usual.
Valentina's teeth were itching with hatred. What she couldn't get used to the most was a "little man" like Neo (pretending to be mature). "You dare to heal my injury, aren't you afraid that I will complain to Miriam?" I don't know what it is.
It was something like speaking indiscriminately in anger. As soon as these words came out, Valentina couldn't believe that she actually said such words. The tone, tone and content of the words really betrayed so much in her heart.
Fortunately, Neo didn't pursue her fiercely at this time, which made her even more embarrassed. Neo said sincerely: "Let me see your injury. You have to believe that a person who has been struggling in the arena for several years can still...
The experience of a gladiator who survived with intact limbs in treating injuries.”