"Not surprisingly, people from their alliance sent people to warn them early in the morning that some people will join them."
Bard Blackfeather slowly put down the monocular telescope in his hand, his chain mail shirt rustled softly, and under the thick crow feather cloak, a ray of firelight reflected on the shoulder armor. That distant light was coming from the town, the knight
He raised his thick eyebrows and saw that the place was outside the edge of the forest, so far away that only a speck of light remained in his deep gaze.
He let out a breath and watched the white mist rise and merge into the night sky, "It's just a bunch of ragtag people, the little rats of Nicol Bolas, and some intruders who are out of place."
"Then when will we launch the attack, Lord Watcher?" asked the knight on the side.
"Wait until dawn, join forces with the people from Charter City, and we will launch an attack."
But as soon as he finished speaking, his eyebrows suddenly raised slightly. He couldn't help but stop putting away the telescope in his hands, and then raised it again. He clasped his hands tightly and placed them beside his eyes. He squinted his eyes and looked towards the firelight in the darkness.
He looked in the other direction, made a series of grunts, and furrowed his brows.
The knights were looking at his actions with some confusion, but Bard Blackfeather had already turned around, stretched out his right hand and waved to everyone, roaring: "There is something going on in Gray Owl Town, go find the magicians!"
The roaring sound seemed to have passed through the wind and snow, making the dark camp in the forest suddenly come alive. Wizards wearing thick robes were opening the door curtains and coming out in groups. The elderly wizards wore long robes
Wearing a deep rose-colored robe, holding a crystal ball in both hands, he separated from the crowd and came out in front of Bud Blackfeather.
He bowed first and then said: "Detection magic shows that several groups of people have indeed left the town, Mr. Watcher."
"How many troops are there?" Bud frowned, "How many troops are there?"
Pieces of snow fell, and the wizards stood in the snow looking a little confused. This was not their specialty.
The wizard's long gray beard trembled in the cold wind, and he replied calmly: "Detection magic can't do that, Mr. Watcher."
Bader Black Feather nodded slightly.
"Release the scouts."
"Go and let the craftsmen come out."
Amidst the low orders, scouts wearing gray and black cloaks scattered out like shadows.
Most of these people are mercenaries and bounty hunters employed by the Crow's Claw Temple, and they are all skilled spies and spies. A gray cloak in the snow in the distance, after dragging through the low bushes, soon
Submerged in the dark mountain forest.
But above the heads of the scouts, a huge phalanx was flying past the tree canopy. Occasionally, they raised their heads and saw only a fleeting copper-colored light among the branches, which emerged from the structure.
The thin metal wings protruding from the center trembled up and down, and moved away with a slight sound.
Inside the camp, the craftsmen reported the location and coordinates in low voices, and raised their hands. The second batch of goblins was rising slowly, hovering in mid-air, and under the guidance of their gestures, one after another
One rises into the night sky.
Others raised their heads and stared in that direction, the cold light reflected in their goggles. They wore black coats, and most of them could not see the star-shaped emblem on the collar, only an Ouroboros brooch symbolizing the alchemist.
, hanging below the neckline, and the brooch was deeply carved with a knife.
The Chosen ones carried forward the tactics of 'Fairy Wall'.
But that happened nearly ten years ago, and now this tactic has long become one of the standards on this real battlefield. The systematic use of craftsmen groups on the battlefield is nothing new, even when there is a certain organization
In the army, this is the minimum requirement.
Bard frowned. Those scattered visitors from other worlds were probably still used to fighting among their small groups and being smart, but they didn't understand what a real war was at all.
…
"Do you have any information about the commander opposite us?"
The person who asked this question was Alyssa.
Saya looked at the table, looking a little worried. The edges of the parchment laid there were slightly curled, casting a line of thick red ink that extended along the rugged surface, crossing the gray ridgeline and the edge of the forest.
.
A translucent light screen was suspended in front of her, and her community account was logged in. Not long ago, she had posted a post with this ID, and now this post was enough to turn the North Territory upside down. That ID
It is also remembered by people.
Her fingertips stayed on the illusory page for a moment, but she never made up her mind to click on the 'send' button. She narrowed her eyes and turned back.
Sylvide, who was drawing on the map with a pen at her desk, felt the gazes of the two people. She raised her head, gently pushed the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose with her ring finger, thought for a moment, and replied: "
The daily affairs and teachings of the Crow's Claw Temple are in charge of the controlling patriarch and priests, but they are two different systems from the Gray Knights. The latter is responsible for military operations and armed suppression, and is also the arbiter. In a region, it is usually headed by a high official.
The rank knight or knight commander is responsible."
"But for a military operation of this level, the other party may send a watcher to direct it. There are four watchers in the Crow Claw Temple, Bard - Black Feather, Grand Knight, Dragon - Gray Claw and Hawk - Blood Eye.
There is also a witcher, Atla-Horned."
"These people all have weird names."
Sylvide smiled: "Their surnames should not be their real names, they are all Christian names."
"So Sylvide," Alyssa asked, "who do you think among these four people will be the commander on the opposite side?"
Sylvide looked aside: "Miss Tata knows more about this, maybe you can ask her."
The elf lady, who was sitting on her knees with a thick chronicle, put down the tea cup in her hand and replied in a quiet tone: "It's Bard. He is usually in charge of affairs in the north, and this area is within his jurisdiction."
.”
"What kind of person is that?" Alyssa asked again.
"He is cautious but brave. He is a typical soldier. No one knows his origin, but I guess that such a person is probably a noble knight." Sylvide thought for a moment and added.
"What a tough opponent."
Saya looked at the two of them, somewhat confused as to why they were still so calm and composed at this time.
She asked herself that she was also from a large guild, but many people, including most people in Tapolis, had no idea about the real war in this world. There was a conflict between the Rainbow Alliance and the descendants of Flor a year ago.
There was a long summer war, but they mostly participated as marginalized people.
Among the decision-makers in Tapolis, the lady with silver coins counts as one, and the former president counts as one. Others cannot enter the core decision-making circle of the Rainbow Alliance at all.
A war is completely different from a small fight between teams. How many of them have experience in commanding military operations?
But she knew that the current entire battle plan was drawn up by the smiling aristocratic lady in front of her.
Who is she?
Saya opened her mouth slightly. Sylvide, as if aware of her gaze, turned around and asked her:
"Is there any problem, Miss Saya?"
…
"Bard Blackfeather, Grand Knight, Level 33, one of the four guardians of the Crow's Claw Temple, second only to the Son of Raven in status."
"He is not the strongest among the four guardians, but he is definitely the best at commanding. The Crow Claw Temple ordered him to guard the north, probably because of his military ability, so as to facilitate the fight against the invasion of dragon beasts.
.”
"There are at least about 10,000 Gray Knights coming from Guta Port and Charter City in all directions. Not to mention that the commander still has two brushes. Even if there are so many people, Gray Owl Town will be filled up.
"
"They simply overestimate their capabilities."
"It's just overestimation and hype. Just wait and see. These people will soon escape from Gray Owl Town in despair. In the end, it's not the refugees who are unlucky."
"Don't be arrogant upstairs, even the Sea Witch Mia supports them."
"Come on, Miya can't even protect herself."
Wandering Ma gently put down the coffee cup in his hand and stared at the glowing screen in the darkness. The news from the north had completely disrupted his schedule, but he watched for half the night. The same thing happened in the community.
There is no nutritious content in arguing.
Regarding the four caretakers of the Crow's Claw Temple, they were picked out by these people early on. The identity of the caretakers is not a secret. The information is all ready-made. People who discussed it in the community are just summarizing it. In fact, let's talk about the details.
He may have far more information than these people.
He stretched his waist for a long time. The community inferred that the Gray Knights would launch an attack the next morning, and he himself almost made the same judgment. It seemed that there would be no more unnecessary information coming tonight, and there were more people.
The ground was still discussing the apparition of the three goddesses of Elpaxin. Wandering Ma had a vague feeling that it might be related to the current matter, but for the time being, he could not get any more first-hand information.
He took one last look at the community a little bored, and was hesitating in his mind whether to take a rest first and wait for the news tomorrow morning. Or he might as well continue to stay up all night until things turned around.
But at this time, in the discussion of the long post that he had been refreshing, someone suddenly shouted:
"There's news out there!"
The wandering horse perked up and hurriedly retreated. As soon as he refreshed, he saw the familiar ID. Others were obviously very knowledgeable. In a short period of time, they had already pushed the new posts under that ID.
Among the popular discussion areas above the community.
The wandering horse narrowed his eyes and clicked in.
But as soon as he entered, he was dumbfounded.
"Holy shit!"
It wasn't just him who was dumbfounded.
In fact, most of the people who clicked into this post were immediately struck by the petrification spell.
"Holy shit, live broadcast!?"
"What, what, live broadcast to defend the city?"
"No...it doesn't seem like..."
"Why is it so dark..."
"wdnmd!?? They are out of the city, what the hell!?"
…
"...I said, Cousin Ed...do we really need to do this?"
Ai Xiaoxiao shivered with cold in the ice and snow, rubbing her red hands vigorously, looking at the others in the darkness with big watery eyes.
But Luo Hao said nothing, only put one hand on the shield, squinted his eyes, and stared at the dark forest in the distance. Not far away from the sky, Luo Yu and Jita were setting up a magic circle together, and there was no time for him to pay attention.
The Parral man murmured in a low voice, standing next to the box. The latter stood in the darkness, holding the dark magic sword in both hands.
A dark red light flashed in the distance. The light was so dim that it could not even reach very far in the darkness. Ai Xiaoxiao closed her mouth. She knew that there were also watching a group of people with the same purpose as herself.
.In the bushes, the redeemed were in silence, and there was no sound.
Until one hand grasped the crystal that shimmered with dark light into the palm of his hand, its owner turned back and glanced at the traveler:
"Are you aborigines?" he asked.
He is the person in charge of liaison among this group of people. After all, it is the Chosen One who owns the system.
The redeemed person he asked turned around and silently turned his gaze to the other person in the darkness. After a moment, he nodded.
"I'm a little curious," the man asked again: "We are the chosen ones. 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 are here
If you die, there will be nothing left, right?"
The redeemed looked at him silently for a long time before replying in a deep voice: "Actually, just 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 replied: "There, we will receive eternal life, perhaps in another form, but it is not a reincarnation.
.”
The man was silent for a long time before he said: "I wish you good luck, brother."
"May the saints bless you, my brother," the natives responded: "Let us fight side by side."
The man silently raised his head and stared at the sky, looking through the layers of cedar branches. He knew in his heart that in the darkness there, there was a pair of 'eyes' staring in this direction.
They will participate in this battle under the gaze of those eyes, and they will never even be able to leave this land, but at least, maybe that will make them look more heroic.
That was probably his original intention for agreeing to the plan.
He doesn't know what other people think
Although that plan sounds really crazy.
…
Bud Blackfeather watched the alliance official hurriedly separate from the others and rushed in front of him, and couldn't help but frown.
But he knew that these people were so arrogant. Except for the goals they wanted to achieve, they did not put anything else in their eyes. Bud Black Feather suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart. These people may be called '
Intruders', 'Chosen Ones', but in short, it still has some effect on them for the time being, so he can only turn a blind eye.
The alliance official came over and said, "Mr. Budd, you'd better come and take a look at this."
As he spoke, he opened a page of light screen and displayed it in front of the other party. He enlarged the light screen, turned it around, and said: "This is a post on our community. You should have some knowledge about our community."
Do you understand?"
Bard 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 official nodded: "Above this screen is the Dragon Roaring Mountains, in this direction is the Egon Forest, and here is our camp."
Bud looked up at the night sky keenly, silently staring at the darkness there.
After a moment, he turned back and asked, "You mean someone is watching us?"
"It's the other person's."
The league official replied: "They are live broadcasting a night attack on us."
Bud looked at each other in silence.
"This is a provocation," the alliance official replied with gritted teeth: "Mr. Bud, this is a naked provocation."
But of course Bud understood this as a provocation.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
The cold wind in the night howled lowly
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 will also be chosen ones at the Crow Claw Temple, and they might get us.
plan, our strength is not as good as theirs."
Sylvester smiled slightly and looked at each other with Alyssa.
"You made a mistake." Alyssa replied with a smile: "Actually, this additional plan was not proposed by Miss Sylvie. She doesn't know much about our world. Although the battle plan itself was proposed by Sylvie
It was formulated by Miss De, but this additional clause was insisted on by the leader."
"Captain Ed?"
Saya was stunned for a moment in disbelief.
"I didn't expect it," Alyssa said with amusement, "our leader is actually a bit childish sometimes."
"But……"
"Don't worry, Miss Saya," Tata suddenly said, "Mr. Knight, he has a sense of proportion."
Upon hearing this, the ship officer lady also put down the pen in her hand, turned around and looked out the window, where in the darkness, a tall figure was looming above the city.
"But it all makes sense, Miss Saya."
She spoke softly.
…
'We don't just have to defeat them.'
'And they also need to know how they were defeated.'
The wandering horse is reading these two lines of text one by one
His hand holding the coffee cup didn't move for a long time, and his mind was filled with buzzing voices: Are they probably crazy, or have they realized that the gap in strength is too big, so they just put all their money into it? Rather than just sit back and wait for death, it's better to go crazy in the end.
Well, you should at least die a worthy death?
He silently watched the waterfall of replies under that post, most of which contained voices of disbelief and abuse:
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
"That's crazy!"
"The arrogance is boundless!"
Almost no one will believe the content of this post. Even the most calm and rational people can't help but raise their eyebrows when they see such a crazy declaration.
Even the people who originally supported Fang Plover and his party couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation at being teased.
What is this?
Is this all just a hype?
At the other end of the screen, a pair of quiet silver eyes flickered slightly at this moment. Miya twitched her ears in confusion, and was even startled by this bold decision. She pursed her lips and said,
Listening to the sarcastic voice coming from the communication channel over there:
"Mia, loofah, is this the person you want us to support?"
"Isn't he here to play with us?"
The wolf girl tapped on the light screen with her finger, and for a moment she didn't know how to speak.
But a strange voice replied: "Shut up, idiot."
Everyone was startled and looked at the ID with the title of Executioner's Sword and his speech.
loofah: “…Interesting wide field of view mode.”
"Everyone, don't you think this perspective looks familiar?"
Miya was stunned for a moment, as if she was petrified, and then turned around in surprise.
In the communication screen, the somewhat playful girl was holding her cheek with her hands, leaning on the side of the ship, with a bright smile in her eyes: