"Why is it so cold here?" The natives who were watching on the top of the ruins shivered in the night wind of Ashbey. The woodcutter, born in the central mountainous area of ​​New Eden, had never felt the cold air floating over the storm sea.

His companion gave him a blank look: "You should be glad that it is not the winter of Ashbey. I heard that in Ashbey, people can be frozen to death on winter nights. The bone-thrusting cold will kill you."

"Then should I be lucky?" sighed, and the indigenous people noticed the marching team lit torches on the street below. Out of professional ethics, he leaned out: "Command!"

"Kocha River!" This is a river in the north of New Eden, the river in the hometown of the old man of the Lodagen family. Because he is there, I will use this river as a command today.

After passing the command, the indigenous people waved to the group of people, and then lay on the railing: "Hey, Old Jim and the others have a big trouble this time. The eldest son of the old man of the Lodagan family died like this. The old man took the matter to their heads, and it is said that they are going to die. When I think of this old man going to die, I am happy."

After waiting for a while, he found that his friend had not answered. He turned his head and saw an arrow nailing to his old friend's head, and the musket in the hand of the little thing who had just climbed up to the top was pointing at him.

When I saw the gun flash, the indigenous people were a little puzzled where the gunshot was?

With such doubts and regrets, he fell to the ground.

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"Clear." Jiuye put away the small musket with its own silenced barrel in his hand, turned around and dragged Yang and Mingmei below.

Akimi walked to the indigenous people sitting on the chair, looked at the arrow that penetrated the entire brain and nodded: "Masce, you shot this arrow well."

At this time, a combat boat with a silence tiles flew over the ruins. Marceau and Yan jumped down, recovered the all-metal arrow with pure gold seeping from the corpse, and put it back into the arrow bag. Marceau hugged the three girls: "Please protect yourself. I have ordered the commando below. If things change, they will do their best to cover you."

"Don't worry, we will protect ourselves." The girls kissed Marceau goodbye and began to set up shooting positions.

Marceau and Yan slid down the rope and met with the alive troops on the street. The leader was Miyazawa holding the torch. The boy now looked like a little hen with a look of unwillingness to meet a weasel, but he was unwilling to give up and still had to do the job: "Old Wandal is resting in the city lord's mansion in the central area."

"Wait a minute, I remember half of those bombs were blown away by shells." Mo Qingyu looked at the map in her hand.

"There has been repaired there. The old man called several mages from the army and repaired those things. He really didn't want to feel wronged at all." When he said this, Miyazawa got angry. With the performance of the new nobleman Eden, even Ashbey's nobleman was inferior to that of Ashbey.

"Isn't it good? This is a tomb he prepared for himself." Marceau said.

"This is a good explanation, let's go." Mo Qingyu said, looking around the girl who dressed up as a dwarf, and finally turned her eyes to the corner of the street not far away with Marceau: "We seem to have guests."

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"What a damn! I've never been so angry as today, Old Jim, come and judge!" Several new Eden infantrymen walked out of the corner, and they were filled with alcohol, and they found a wine cellar at night. These dwarves and humans finally chose not to get drunk and return.

As a dwarf, the loud voice dwarf stepped back and vomited bitterly at the old man in front of him: "Commander Zheng Yaoxian is so good, but he is treated so unreasonably, which is really too much!"

"Don't mention it, I'm just worried about this matter. Commander Zheng Yaoxian is now under house arrest in black prison. That is the territory of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Even the old duke can't do anything to him, let alone us soldiers."

A group of seven people walked past the ruins. Old Jim was stunned for a moment, then looked up: "Hi, Carter, why don't you ask me!"

A dry cough attracted the attention of the infantry to the side, and the one who walked out of the shadow was Miyazawa wearing a military uniform: "I was drunk, is this the reason why you slandered the commander?"

"Captain Miyazawa! Sorry!" The infantry immediately lost their temper. In their eyes, Miyazawa, as the subordinate of Commander Zheng Yaoxian, has always been trusted, so they all lowered their heads, and the dwarf looked at him with some reluctance: "Your Excellency, we are calling for the commander."

"What's the use of calling for trouble? The Duke clearly wants the commander to pay his life... So, don't call for trouble. We must believe in all the sensations of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"...Okay." The dwarf nodded.

Old Jim turned his head and looked at the top of the ruins, then turned his head to Miyazawa in confusion: "Your Excellency, my fellow countryman is on it, why doesn't he speak?"

"Are you stupid? I've seen Captain Palace long ago! Command!" The laughter and scolding of his friends came from the top. When he heard this voice, Old Jim finally smiled on his face: "Kocha River!"

"You are really wrong, old Jim, let's go quickly." His teammate said with some anxiety.

"Yes, let's go." After the old man said that, he rushed their teammates forward. After they walked out, the old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Miyazawa. In the darkness that the torch was not completely touched and not completely untouched, he lowered his head and stroked his chest and saluted: "You are always willing to help Commander Zheng, right, Captain Gong."

"…Yes.” Miyazawa nodded to him.

So the old man saluted again and then quickly followed his teammates.

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Marceau, who walked out of the darkness, turned his head to look at the top: "This old guy found something wrong."

"What should I do?" Miyazawa frowned.

"Didn't you find out? These indigenous people are happy to see it." Marceau shook his head: "They are not fellow villagers at all, and their accents are different."

"...Then they must be enemies. This old guy looks very happy, and he is dead. Someone comes to save his commander. If I were him, I would definitely hide with people." Mo Qingyu also walked out of the darkness: "Let's go so that there will be more dreams."

"I think so too, and we have to arrive sooner, and we are still blowing in the sky for a long time." Marso turned his head and looked at the sky.

"Dear, have you finally remembered me?" A long sigh came from the Arcane headphones: "It's really cold in the sky."

"We will speed up, by the way, is the black tea on the arcane heater delicious?" Marceau asked with a smile, and kept up with the team.
Chapter completed!