The barbarians had just set up camp when Drizzt arrived at the outskirts of the camp. These invaders were so close to Ten-Towns that they were heavily guarded; the first thing Drizzt noticed was that they had kept many men on guard.
But even though they are very alert, the campfire is deliberately kept small to prevent humans from discovering it, and this is night, the time of the dark elves. The usually powerful guards cannot defeat the elves who come from complete ignorance to the world of light.
.
He can cast a spell to create a darkness that even the sharpest eyes cannot see through, and he carries this darkness with him like a real cloak. He is as invisible as a shadow in the darkness, and his steps are like
Walking on tiptoes as silently as a cat, Drizzt passed through many guards and entered the center of the camp.
As he walked along, Drizzt's heart became colder and colder. This barbarian army was larger than he imagined. Three thousand? Four thousand? Five thousand? He couldn't even count the sleeping people in the tent.
The number of strong barbarians is huge, and there are even professionals everywhere in this army.
Just an hour ago, the barbarians were still singing and talking about the battle that was about to happen tomorrow. Although adrenaline and blood lust were flowing in their veins, it could not relieve the fatigue of their forced march. Most of the people were
Sleeping peacefully, their heavy and regular breathing reassured Drizzt, who was looking for their leaders who were discussing battle plans.
In the camp, there were several tents gathered together. However, only one of them had guards outside the entrance. The door was covered with a curtain, but Drizzt could see the candlelight coming from inside, and could also hear the sound coming from it.
There were several tents gathered together in the camp. However, only one of them had guards outside the entrance. The door was covered with a curtain, but Drizzt could see the candlelight coming from inside, and could also hear the hoarse voice from inside.
came, occasionally raising his voice out of anger.
The dark elf went around to the back. Fortunately, no warriors were allowed to sleep behind that tent, so Drizzt was far away from the other tents. Just in case, he took out a "
Leopard-shaped" statue. Then he pulled out a thin dagger, stabbed a small hole in the deerskin tent, and peered inside.
There were eight people inside, seven of them barbarian chiefs, and a short black-haired man. Drizzt could tell from his appearance that he was a southerner. The chiefs sat in a semicircle around the southerner on the ground.
Ask him about the terrain and enemy strength he will encounter the next day.
"We must first destroy the town in the forest," insisted the largest man in the tent, who was perhaps the largest man Drizzt had ever seen, with the symbol of an elk on his body. "Then we will follow your plan.
That place called Bryn Shander!"
The little man looked panicked and angry, but Drizzt could see that his reaction was tempered by his fear of the giant barbarian. "The great King Heafstad," he replied tentatively, "
If the fishing fleet discovers something is wrong before we reach Bryn Shander, we will find an army larger than ours waiting for us within the city's walls!"
"Those are just weak Southerners!" Heafstad growled, puffing out his thick chest with pride.
"Great King, I assure you that my plan will satisfy your desire for the blood of the Southerners," the dark-haired man said.
"Then go ahead, Dibbernazen of Ten Towns. Prove your worth to my people."
Dibana once bent down and picked up a parchment from his feet. He opened it and handed it to the barbarian king. It was a simple map with only some rough lines drawn on it, and the lines on it were because of the southerners' hands.
It trembled slightly and became blurry, but Drizzt could clearly see that many of the marks on it represented the location of the Ten Towns in a vast desert wasteland.
“To the west of the Great Cone of Cairn,” Deborah once explained, running his finger along the western shore of the largest lake on the map, “there is a long, slender plateau called the Bremen Trail, between the mountains and Dole.
Between the lakes. I believe that from our position, this is the most direct way to Bryn Shander."
"This town on the lakeshore," Heafstad pointed to the point closest to him on the map and pretended to be confident, "is the first one we want to destroy!"
"That's [Tamaran]," Deborah had replied. "All its people are fishermen, and they'll be on the lake when we pass by. You don't make any sense here."
"We will not keep living enemies behind our backs!" Heafstad shouted, and several other leaders also shouted in agreement.
"No, of course not," Dibana once said. He knew that these stupid barbarians were angry at him just to save face, and he needed to convince them with reason.
"But when the boat goes out to fish, you don't need so many people to defeat [Tamaran]. Let King Halfdan lead the bear tribe to surround that village, while the others follow you and King Beog to attack [
Bryn Shander]. The fire that burns the town will cause all the fleets, even the ships from other towns in Lake Durden, to come ashore in [Tamaran], and King Halfdan will kill them all on the docks. We will make them
It is very important to be isolated from [Targos Fortress]. Only in this way [Bryn Sander] will not be able to get timely support from other lakes, forcing them to fight against you alone. The Elk Tribe will surround the city.
hills, blocking any escape routes or emergency reinforcements."
This southerner's plan was indeed perfect. He led this group of barbarians and presented them with the most vicious strategies to massacre his own kind. Drizzt looked at the scene in front of him with chills all over. The only thing he was thankful for was that
After seeing through the other party's trick, he asked Regis to notify the ten towns in advance.
"This city will fall before sunset!" Dibana once declared proudly. "Your people will enjoy the best loot in the entire ten towns!"
The chiefs sitting around cheered at the victory declared by the southerners.
At this time, Drizzt suddenly noticed two guards walking toward him and talking. Although they were too far away, the human eye would only think of them as shadows beside the tent, but he knew that if he moved,
Those people will definitely notice it.
Drizzt acted immediately. He lowered the small black statue to the ground. "Guenhwyvar," he called softly. "Come to me, my shadow."
In a certain corner of the vast star realm, a leopard is following the image of a deer with quick and light footsteps. For example, in nature, real deer and leopards have done the same action countless times, which is guided by instinct.
The leopard knelt down and prepared to make the final leap, ready to fulfill nature's order and fulfill the purpose of the leopard's existence, and meat was its reward.
However, when it heard its true name being called, it suddenly stopped, put aside all other instincts, and only listened intently to its master's call.
The soul of this big leopard jumped into the long and dark passage that marked the void between the outer world and the outer world, looking for the light point that represented its life in the material world. Then it came to the dark elf who was its soul mate and master, and crouched
Lying in Drizzt's shadow.
It understands the urgency of its master's call and quickly opens its heart to listen to its master's instructions.
The two guards came here cautiously, trying to see clearly what the dark shadow beside the leader's tent was. Suddenly Guenhwyvar jumped towards them, over their drawn weapons. The two guards waved their swords in vain, and followed
Running behind the leopard, screaming to warn the rest of the camp.
In this distracted surprise, Drizzt crept quietly in the other direction. He heard the warnings shouted by the barbarians as Guenhwyvar charged through the camp of sleeping warriors. He couldn't help but laugh as the panther passed through the crowd.
Seeing a leopard moving gracefully and swiftly like a feline god, the people of the tiger tribe not only did not chase him, but knelt down and raised their hands and shouted thanks to Tempus.
Drizzt escaped from the confines of the camp without much trouble, as all the sentries ran in the direction of the commotion. As the drow ran into the darkness of the open tundra, he turned south toward the Great Cone of Cairn and accelerated.
Crossing this lonely plain, he was dedicated to completing the last key part of the defensive countermeasure plan. The stars told him that there were only three hours left until dawn. He knew that if he wanted to be fully prepared for a sneak attack, his meeting with Bruno could not be delayed.
The surprised noises of the barbarians quickly died down, except of course the voices of the tiger tribe who thought they had met the gods and were going to pray until dawn. A few minutes later, Guenhwyvar easily followed and ran to Drizzt's side.
around.
"You have saved my life too many times, my trusted friend," Drizzt said, patting the leopard's muscular neck, "more than a hundred times!"
The black panther Guenhwyvar rubbed his head into the arms of the dark elf and whimpered a few times as if coquettishly.
One person and one leopard walked towards the distance, and then disappeared into the dark night.
On the other side, Imrik and others took advantage of the night to return to [Bryn Shander], and Regis hurriedly knocked on the door of the mansion of Cassios, the leader of the city.
"Are you sure this information is true?"
Cassios, who was woken up in the middle of the night, looked livid. At this time, he was especially grateful for the choice of letting the halfling speak at the meeting.
The halfling's childish face was full of seriousness, and he said loudly: "My companion, Drizzt, has risked his life to go to the barbarian army to spy on intelligence. Don't let his sacrifice be in vain, Lord Cassios, ten
The town must take action, otherwise disaster will befall us."
Cassios pondered for a moment and sighed. Although he was full of distrust of the information provided by this so-called dark elf, at this moment, he had to shoot. Kemp, the most powerful among the ten towns, had already agreed to this alliance. He
Why bother to be the first to object?
"Notice, the barbarian army is coming." He waved his hand and gave the order.
The gears of war have been set in motion, and no one knows what the outcome will be.