"Because of political differences? So you use the madness of the Eternal Demon Cult to get rid of us?"
Hotch thought of a reason.
Hodge marked a √ on the paper as a reminder.
He plans to make this aspect a focus of investigation and analysis.
"Secondly, the ability to break through open and hidden sentries, as well as external sealing barriers..."
Although Huo Qi is a salty fish and doesn't know much about the abilities of the extraordinary world, he still knows basic common sense.
There are special barriers set up by senior magicians on the entire border of the fief. Even if ordinary people come close, they will be sensed by the barrier and noticed by the corresponding sentry. They will immediately report it to the castle and a team of twenty people.
He quietly broke through the numerous blockades, crossed the fiefdom, and arrived at the Marquis's residence.
This is a problem in itself.
"Furthermore, in a village twenty miles away from the mansion, there is a cavalry team of Marquis Canglan stationed, with a total of five thousand people. There are also soldiers and horses stationed around the entire mansion for protection, at least a thousand people, and twenty people kill the surrounding mansions.
There should have been a lot of noise when the soldiers and horses were deployed, but why did the cavalry regiment ten miles away remain indifferent until the end and did not come to rescue?"
"Are they dead too?"
"Or is there someone deliberately not allowing troops to be dispatched?"
"Or is there a spy in the fief?"
Just because he thought of this, Hodge did not rush to tell his father, Marquis Bach, everything, although he knew that his father would definitely believe him and be prepared.
However, if the traitor is not found, taking rash actions may cause the traitor to jump over the wall and allow the cult to invade in advance, and the gain outweighs the loss.
More importantly, Hodge has not yet figured out which force is instigating this?
This is an important point.
Marquises are not cabbage and can be slaughtered at will. Even in the entire empire, there are only nine marquises, all of whom have prominent status and own fiefdoms.
"Also, the strength corresponding to Sequence 5 and even Sequence 4..."
Hodge did not have a clear understanding of this kind of strong person. This judgment was based on a sentence his father once said.
Marquis Bach once told Hodge that in this world, in addition to the two officially supported sequential paths, there are many other paths, which are unofficial professions.
These professions are all evolved by imitating the promotion paths of other races. They use magic potions in the corresponding sequence, rely on primitive instincts and special items to resist infection and madness, and then complete promotions. The corresponding paths include the elves and the giants.
, werewolf clan, vampire clan, phoenix clan, etc.
This kind of unofficial promotion is often accompanied by madness and mutation. People often turn into crazy and bloodthirsty monsters because of taking magic potions, which is banned by the official.
At that time, Hotch once asked his father: "Father, if I want to kill you, how much strength would it take?"
At that time, Marquis Bach was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Sequence 5, or Sequence 4!"
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Hodge put his chaotic thoughts back together and calmly wrote the next plan in Chinese.
"Next, the first step is to figure out what my father is doing these days and figure out which force wants to attack us."
"The second step is to figure out the reason why the cavalry regiment is not dispatched and find the traitor... Well, you can use hunting or the ability to see the corresponding path as a reason. After all, there are both knight paths and magician paths in the cavalry regiment.
Strong man, it just so happens that I haven't chosen that path yet, so it makes sense to take this excuse to go to the village."
"The third step is to mobilize all available forces to completely defeat the invading enemy..."
Hodge's idea was very simple. If he wanted to avoid this attack, it was actually very easy. All he had to do was tell his father, Marquis Bach, and notify the church. After all, the church could definitely resolve this crisis as long as it sent a bishop-level presence.
However, if you can only be a thief for a thousand days, how can you prevent a thief for a thousand days? After this plan is disrupted by you, the other party is likely to cancel the operation, and you will lose the advantage of foresight.
This is a precious opportunity that he obtained by using his own death.
Never let it go to waste!
Otherwise, if the enemy takes advantage of the lax defense on their side to launch another surprise attack, and the internal problems of the fiefdom have not been resolved, wouldn't it be a place where the enemy can come and leave as they please?
This time, Hodge not only wanted to stay to attack the enemy and solve the traitor problem, but also to follow the clues to find out the culprit behind this operation and eliminate the root cause.
Therefore, whether it is mobilizing forces or looking for traitors and weak points in the fiefdom, it must be done secretly, and the fewer people know about it, the better.
"When the matter is investigated clearly, tell your father and let him arrange and coordinate the efforts of all parties, and leave the things you are good at to those who are good at it..."
After thinking everything through, Hodge silently picked up the paper and placed it next to the candle. After lighting it, he threw it into the brazier and watched the flames on the paper burn fiercely until it was burned out and turned into residue.
Hotch casually picked up the silver key on the table and prepared to go to the village where the cavalry regiment was stationed in the name of hunting. He would meet with some of the people in charge and conduct a brief investigation.
Suddenly, a strange heartbeat sounded in Hotch's mind.
"Plop!"
Hotch's face changed slightly, he staggered, his legs went weak, and he fell on the table.
A strange cold current ran up his spine and reached the top of his head.
In an instant, his vision blurred, and a bottomless black mist surged up, gradually surrounding him and escaping into an extremely dark space.
After an unknown amount of time, Hodge suddenly woke up and found himself in a strange, overlapping space, dark and boundless.
In front of him, there stood ancient gates floating in mid-air, with all kinds of weird patterns listed on them, including bone wine glasses pouring red blood, weird and decaying giant axes, shriveled and thin mummy-like palms, and humanoid shapes.
A guqin made of ribs...
dark.
Endless darkness.
There was silence in the surrounding space, and even the sound of breathing and heartbeat could be clearly heard.
Hodge stood in front of several doors with special patterns and made no move.
In an evil and terrifying environment, maintaining the status quo may be the best choice.
After a while, Hodge also gave up, knowing that he could not leave this mysterious space simply by waiting.
He began to look for other ways to leave.
After a simple counting, Hodge determined the number of doors in front of him.
Thirteen.
There are a total of thirteen gates. The gates are dark red in color, mottled and decayed, full of wind and frost left by the years, as if they were objects left behind centuries ago.