Taking a break, the major legions sat together, eating food and exchanging their experiences during the drill. The sunset dyed the whole world red, Lilinette and her adjutant whispered, and the monthly routine drills never stopped.
Stopped.
The Gray Scout Regiment is the secret legion of the Principality of Floy. Although its strength is not the most powerful, in many cases, its role cannot be replaced by other legions.
They are very similar to the Dark Elf killers, they are both peepers hiding in the shadows. However, the Dark Elf killers are more extreme, or more sophisticated.
The Gray Scouts have a wide selection of weapons, but what they all have in common is that they are small and sharp. And the dagger that fully meets this need has naturally become the first choice for most people.
The characteristic of the dagger is that it is short and sharp, which is helpful for clever offensives of assassinations and surprise attacks. It pursues a design that can show the swiftness of the knife. The choice of materials for the dagger body is also strange, such as the tail of a scorpion, or the rare ore of the dwarves, or even
Some are made of keels.
If the first factor for selecting members of the white knights is "loyalty", the black warriors are "fearless", the blue archers are "decisive", and the gray scouts are "low-key".
Strength is not the most important thing in front of him. It is more important to have a normal mind. And he must have sufficient communication skills, or be able to deal with unexpected troubles.
Therefore, a person who is mixed in the mercenary circle may be able to join the Gray Scouts, but a talented noble young master cannot.
Because within the Principality of Floy, the main task of the Gray Scouts is not to fight, but to collect any information that is detrimental to the Principality.
During wartime, they can transform into any image, whether they are poor people, nobles, or professionals wandering abroad. In times of crisis, they can disguise themselves and escape, or rely on their own experience to complete extremely difficult tasks alone.
Rescue mission.
The world can call the gray scouts "bugs", but it is these bugs that crawl inside the skeleton of the Principality of Floy all day long, maintaining the normal metabolism of this behemoth.
Their ups and downs at an early age taught them what "cruelty" and "despair" are. Their cultivation in childhood was not smooth. Although they were professionals, no matter how hard they tried, they could not catch up with their peers.
As an adult, I started my own family. I never heard my wife's nagging, and the baby who was waiting to be fed was irritating. I planned to take advantage of the night to drink to relieve my sorrow, but I was short of money, so I could only sit in the corner after two drinks. Ask yourself that you have worked hard enough, ask yourself that you have not been abandoned by the gods for innocently harming others, ask yourself that the fire of hope in your heart has never been extinguished, and ask yourself that life should be better.
A form, two lines of text, and a lot of helplessness. From then on, they hid their true appearance in the gray linen hood, and then restrained their sharpness, and even forgot their names.
They are the scouts of the Principality of Floy, the cobwebs in the news network, and the eyes of Grand Duke Theresa. They are the help on the front line of the battle, the perpetrators of traps and poisonous miasma, and the biggest threat to the enemy's supplies.<
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"You can't stop me, I am everywhere, I will make it difficult for you to even breathe, and I will give you death!" This is the motto of the Gray Scout Regiment, and it is the epitome of every scout.
The reason for not giving priority to killing enemies is to obtain more information, not because it is impossible. There are also many violent people in the gray scout group, who are very similar to the dark elf killers.
He is absolutely ruthless towards his targets, has considerable knowledge of assassinations and poisons, and can kill assassination targets with one blow.
Although head-on confrontation is not their strong point, with their super high agility, they are able to dodge the enemy's fatal attacks. And after evading the enemy's attacks, they can quickly find the enemy's vital points and cause fatal damage.
This is the scariest thing about the Gray Scouts.
When the setting sun completely submerged into the horizon, Commander Lilynette slowly stood up, but the major Floy legions were completely unaware of this.
The adjutant sighed softly, and saw his eyes glancing towards a certain place, which was the rest area where the Black Warriors were.
"There are many definitions of power, just like the sun is a dazzling golden glow no matter where you look at it."
"While you despise your opponents, are you prepared to die in their hands?"
"As a warrior, I didn't even notice that my weapon disappeared out of thin air. Should I be grateful for the strength of my side, or should I be sad for your stupidity!"
As Commander Lilynite's voice sounded, someone in the Black Warriors also noticed something strange. After the final statistics, 30 people's weapons were stolen in just half an hour.
Hateful eyes kept wandering around the venue, and finally settled in the direction of the gray scout group. However, the "attendants" standing nearby slowly took off their coats.
"We are just the bait, and they are the real perpetrators."
"Neither scouts nor assassins are suitable to show their strength in this situation. That's why I suggested to the Commander to slightly change the rules of the game."
In the gray scout group, an old man with an old appearance smiled and explained. He was surrounded by his companions and looked like a leader.
"I'm just a young person, I can kill the Gray Scouts by myself!" A certain high-level soldier snorted coldly upon hearing this, and then took over his stolen weapon.
"That's great, praise the gods, praise the omnipotent Grand Duke Teresa!"
"By the way, this piece of cloth belongs to you, Commander. As a Knight of Glory, our Gray Scouts can only do so."
The old man ignored the provocation of the black warriors and raised his hand, and a piece of cloth the size of a palm fluttered in the evening wind.
Commander Lilynette's eyes flashed coldly, and then she rarely smiled in front of her subordinates. Her robe was missing a corner, and it was located at the back of her heart.
"Those who lose their weapons will have their training tasks doubled next month! As for you, you will be rewarded with thousands of gold!"
"Listen to me, the battle can be a bold head-on confrontation, or it can be an invisible contest. The Black Warriors are indeed powerful, but it is undeniable that they still have shortcomings."
Commander Lilinite said this and signaled everyone to adjust their mood, because the last Floy legion was about to appear. However, the old man quietly leaned towards the black warrior group and walked directly in front of the high-level warrior.
"You have proven your worth, there is no need to come here to provoke." The senior warrior frowned and said with some displeasure.
"Provocation? We don't have any personal grudges. Why would I do that? This letter should belong to your wife. I just want to return it to you with my own hands."
"Don't stare at me with that cannibalistic look. I have a bad heart and can't stand being scared. I really didn't look at you. You have to believe me, but I still congratulate your little son on his full moon."
After the old man said this, without waiting for any further response from the other party, he twisted his figure and instantly got into the crowd. The high-level warrior smiled bitterly and shook his head. As the other party said, they were both Floy cavalry, so how could they meet each other?