The dark and fierce wind swept across, and the sky was not visible, and the time was unknown.
In terms of outside time, it should be night now. Since the afternoon, the black wind has turned into Del Ramos' breathing. It hasn't been long yet, and everyone's sense of time is not completely blurred, at least they are sleepy.
I still feel it’s time to sleep.
Long breathing sounds could be heard from Claudia's carriage. The mountain folk shield dancer from Falaro lay quietly on her carriage, put the shield next to her, bent one of her legs, and raised her right hand.
Holding the freshly roasted dry food, he chewed it one bite after another.
Kruveen accepted Roland's suggestion: for the convenience of the guards, the carriages and horses were gathered together. Everyone in the team did not put up tents. They slept in the carriage or simply leaned next to the carriage, and then let An Ruosi
Replace all magic power with sleep spells, allowing most people to achieve better quality of rest in a short period of time.
Kluvien kept vigil on the roof of the carriage - the light in the dim jungle was not bad, and even if there was a dark wind, Kluvien could barely see everyone from above.
That was to prepare for Lve Ying's surprise attack.
The tent was too fragile. With the claws of the Glitter creature, it didn't take a second blow to tear the tent they brought apart. Macon and Kluvien had been keeping vigil alternately before, so even if the Glitter attacked, the two of them could easily deal with it.
However, now that Macon is injured and unconscious, only Kruveen in this convoy has experience in keeping watch. Even he cannot guarantee that he will have enough energy around three or four in the morning.
It would be terrible if the horse was killed by Glimpse when Kluvien went to rescue people. Now that they had just penetrated deep into the Oak Mystery Lock, it would take several days to advance or exit.
But as Marken said, he had a prediction from a wizard when he came, and this year's snow season is approaching.
Kruveen's chewing movement paused for a moment, and he wiped his nose with his greasy fingers, a hint of impatience appearing in his round little eyes.
What if they haven't gone out yet during the snow season...
He didn't dare to think about that outcome.
Just when he was still thinking about his plan for the journey tomorrow, a slender figure wrapped in a black robe turned up deftly and silently, making almost no sound.
"Is the operation finished?"
Before anyone could speak, Kruveen said calmly.
"Well, it was a success." The man took two steps on the top of the not-so-large carriage, then gently sat down next to Kruveen and took off his hood.
It's Roland.
Lying on the roof of the car, Kruveen squinted at the delicate face of this black-haired young man and suddenly laughed: "No matter how you look at it, she is quite beautiful."
Roland smiled and said nothing.
"But, to be honest, I kind of regret saving you. You have too many problems."
Kruveen's expression at night was completely different from that during the day, cold and ferocious. In Roland's opinion, it was like the difference between a husky and a wolf.
"You have a lot of problems," Roland responded lightly. "After I woke up, I confirmed that you didn't untie my clothes, and the only places with palm prints on my body were my shoulders and back... Maybe you were afraid of me.
What a girl, wake up and get angry and kill you. And you can determine my gender just by touching my shoulders and back with your hands... I don't remember the military recruiting such 'experienced' men into the army.
"
"You really know."
When the fact that he was in the military was exposed by one word, Kruveen laughed.
"I am a Druid."
"Druid... If I guess correctly, the profession of Druid has special significance in Kalar, right?" Kruveen pondered for a while and then asked.
"You really want to know?"
Roland asked with a teasing smile.
"...I'm sorry, could you please stop looking at me like that? Your expression is too tempting. Okay, no kidding, I really want to know. Please tell me."
Roland wove some words, and then explained: "The status of Druid in Karar is even higher than that of the district bishop of Titan and the royal scholar. Druid holds almost all human resources in the past five hundred years.
Wisdom. Whether it is the original copies of various books, lost poems and legends or knowledge of strategic significance, even the White Tower does not possess more knowledge than the Druid - there is only one way to know the history of Kalar.
More than a hundred years."
"Inheriters of knowledge..." Kruveen nodded clearly, "But this does not explain your status."
"The rest is just pure strength."
Roland said calmly: "The requirements for Druid are very high. To become a Druid, you need at least a very smart mind and no less than twenty years of systematic study. The content of study includes but is not limited to geography, poetry, religion,
Martial arts, witchcraft, dance, music, secrets, assassination, disguise, military command and handling of government affairs. Because masters in various fields within the Druid sect personally guide, a mature Druid can perform better than ordinary anywhere.
Professionals need to have stronger abilities.”
"Is this the reason why Grand Duke Carral dares to implement religious control..."
Kruveen took a deep breath.
He had been a small boss in the City of Fortune and had some experience as a manager. Of course he knew that just such an all-around talent was a priceless treasure, let alone an organization that could produce such talents in large quantities.
"Confidence...? Oh, actually the real reason is that the Druid sect signed a thousand-year agreement with the previous Grand Duke of Karar. Within the millennium, the Druid will serve Karar, and Karar will do his best to drive out the domestic
Almost all temples. What gave the Grand Duke such confidence was Druid's miraculous achievements."
"The March War..."
Kruveen seemed to realize something, his eyes widened and he murmured.
"Yes, the March War. In March ten years ago, Bantha and Karar went to war. However, on the second day after the Bantha army set off, the fortresses across Bantha opened their doors silently, and then unknown
Why did you kill the hyena regiment that appeared there? Yes, it is the regiment you belong to now, although you may not have joined the army at that time."
Roland supported his body with his hands, leaned back as far as possible, and said softly: "The thirty-five Druids who sneaked into the enemy army paid the lives of three people and assassinated a total of fourteen people from three fortresses.
The top brass of the Sasha Army destroyed the defensive equipment and opened the gate. Another legion led by Druid, the Hyena Legion, broke in directly and openly and occupied the enemy's command center three times."
"They used the enemy's command center to issue wrong orders, inducing Bantha's troops to disperse and fall into the encirclement of the main force of Karar and the ambush of a deadly trap. The war lasted only three days, and the principality of Karar fell into a
Bansa's 140,000-strong army was wiped out at the cost of more than 13,000 men, creating the greatest military miracle in a hundred years. Bansa has just recovered. This is also Druid's pledge."
"The most critical aspect of that war was the miraculous command ability of the Karar military. Because as long as they are within a certain range, the minds of the Druids can communicate with each other. Each legion carries a Druid.
There will be no delays or errors in the overall command and information sharing, just like an invisible hand controlling the direction of the entire legion from the sky. The one who achieved such a command miracle was the Druid of Karar."
"But...I've never heard of..."
Kruveen said almost groaning.
"Of course you have never heard of it. Because up to now, Druid's name has been replaced by other titles," Roland smiled wickedly, "such as general, mayor, secretary, etc. Since a long time ago
, more than 90% of Karar's command structure from top to bottom has been replaced by Druid, including your legion commanders and instructors."
"You, you are stealing the country..."
Kluvien's eyes almost popped out of his head. He suddenly turned around and looked at Roland who was naughtily putting his fingers in front of him, as if he saw the reflection of a country in his rare pure black eyes.
.
"Perhaps. This is why the Druid has such a preeminent position in Kalar."
Roland pretended to sigh: "I told you you wouldn't want to know."
"... Lord Loda Khan, will I be silenced?"
"you guess?"
"I guess not. Because Kluvien's man is as reliable as his figure, and he will definitely become Mr. Kluvien in the future."
Kruveen said half-jokingly.
"Reliability? Reliability as a soldier or reliability as a man?"
"It's all the same - it's a pity that you can't understand the last one."
Kluvien laughed at the mountain folk's crude jokes.
After about a few seconds, he stopped, sat up, and turned to look at Roland: "I'm very happy chatting with you. I can feel that you are not a bad person. In fact, I'm sorry, I had doubts for a while.
Pass you."
"It's about the Glitter Pterosaur."
Roland glanced at him, then closed his eyes and spoke softly.
"you know?"
Instead, Kruveen looked shocked.
"It's nothing more than an over-understanding of the Glitter Pterosaur...many people have doubted Druid because of this kind of thing. So, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing."
Roland closed his eyes and his voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was asleep.
Kluvien was too embarrassed to disturb his sleep, so he took a bite of dry food and continued his vigil.
He also didn't know what Roland was doing here - it was a convention that in order to ensure sufficient energy and enjoy rest in the best environment for a magician like Roland, he had no chance to do night vigil.
There is absolutely no need for this kid to come up and have a hair dryer with me.
So he turned back to look at Roland's expression, and saw a faint smile on the corner of Roland's mouth.
Kruveen couldn't help but be startled.
"Luna..."
Kruveen murmured.
The moment he saw the smile on Roland's lips, his daughter's voice and smile flashed across his mind.
Then his eyes darkened. As if to hide something, Kruveen turned his head and cursed with a smile in a very low voice: "This boy, he makes people want to have sex even more when he is asleep.
"
As he spoke, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, and his voice was choked with sobs.