Tyr is the manager of the first batch of new residents, a truly high-ranking official with status and status. He is no longer suitable for carrying out such high-risk tasks.
But when Chris explained the content of the mission, Tyer agreed without hesitation. This is the instinct of a tracker, hunting, rescuing, and assassinating. This type of mission has an irresistible attraction for him.
When choosing an assistant, Tyre was somewhat in a dilemma. As a paladin, he also possessed another instinct, which was his aversion to aliens. The best assistants who could perform such tasks were all aliens.
He first wrote Dorothy's name, then checked out her name, then wrote Ada's name, and then checked out her name. He wrote it over and over again several times, and then he simply
Tear the whole paper to pieces.
Seeing his embarrassed look, Chris was a little puzzled: "I really don't understand. This is asking you to save people, not to kill people. Why do you have to bring these assassins with you?"
"The principles of rescuing and killing are similar." Tell gave a strange answer.
"Nonsense, saving people means making people live, killing people means making people die, how can this be the same?" Chris suspected that Tyr was mentally abnormal.
"It's all the same!" Thiel also gave a weird explanation, "Saving people means letting people live, and those who don't let them live must die. Killing people means letting people die, and those who don't let them die must also die."
Damn, I know this is a mouthful, but... forget it, just take them two with you!"
Tyr finally chose Dorothy and Ada. Chris called Sandos, and his knights were also willing to go with Tyr.
Sandos respected Tyr very much. This handsome and arrogant knight took the lead in saluting Tyr: "The Paladin is the purest and most noble knight. It is my honor to fight alongside you. I am willing...
…”
"Okay, stop talking nonsense," Tyr hated the complicated etiquette between knights. After learning that he was a paladin, Jarvan once showed a similar attitude, which actually caused Tyr to alienate him, "
Listen, this mission is very dangerous. If you want to follow me, you must forget your noble status now and think of yourself as a commoner who works with soil every day, otherwise you will bring death to us.
"
Just as Thiel finalized the list of assistants, Doranor suddenly rushed over.
"I heard there's a big deal coming, right?" Dolanor's eyes sparkled with long-lost excitement, but Tyer didn't dare to make the decision without permission.
"Old wizard, aren't you recuperating in the hospital?"
"My injury has been healed a long time ago!" Doranor patted his chest.
"Listen to me, you'd better stay away from this matter," Tyr looked at Doranor, "Your status is different now, and I can't afford you."
"What's the difference?" Doranor looked at Tyr in surprise, and Tyr turned to look at Chris.
Chris stood up and said: "Tiel is right, Doranor, you are a general of the navy now, and you are not suitable for doing this kind of thing."
"General?" Doranor said with a bitter smile, "Stop making fun of me, okay?"
Chris was surprised: "What are these words? Your lord personally appointed you as the general of the navy!"
"Yes, this is the most serious mistake the lord has ever made."
Dolanor's words shocked Chris extremely. The old wizard would never say that his lord was wrong. To this day, he still calls Reggie his master.
Doranor sighed and continued: "Snow Broken City has never lost a battle, whether it is at sea or on land, we have never lost to any enemy, but since I became a general, I have fought countless battles.
I can’t even count how many battles I have lost. I have had enough of this humiliation, and I don’t want to do this kind of thing anymore. I want to do what I am good at. I firmly believe that the lord can understand my thoughts and will do it for me.
Changed my mind."
Dolanor said a lot, but Chris still didn't want to agree to his request.
"I have no power to change your lord's decision. If your injury heals, you should immediately return to the sea and take over the navy."
"I will not take over the navy again," Doranor shook his head. "Leaving the navy to old Hill is a good choice. His body is still strong. I will explain it to him when the lord comes back."
"But……"
"No need to be so, just go out and relax while I'm recovering from my injuries," Doranor turned to Tell, "Although you don't want to admit it, you still need me very much, right?"
Tyr tried his best to suppress his disgust for the wizard, took a deep breath and said: "I have to admit that with him here, the mission has been more than half successful. Even if we unfortunately fail, we can ensure that everyone escapes safely."
"Did you hear that? If you really want to save people, you must take me with you!" Towards Reggie, Dolanore was respectful, but to Chris, Dolanore's tone was much stiffer and he didn't even bother to use honorifics.
.
Since the old wizard kept insisting, Chris couldn't say much. After all, he was repaying a debt of gratitude for him. He agreed to Doranor's request, and everyone packed their bags and set off that afternoon.
"I really didn't expect Reggie to agree so easily," Chris laughed. "It seems like I owe him another favor."
Edmund shook his head and said: "Your Highness, you may not owe him anything. On the contrary, he may want to be grateful to you."
"Thank me?" Chris looked at Edmund in confusion.
"When you have a child, you will know what that means," Edmund sighed, "My wife and children are still on the run in the Lion Country, and their lives are still uncertain. If someone sends my child to me,
I will willingly give everything I have."
"You mean..." Chris suddenly realized, "Reggie wants to buy the City of Drawing?"
"It's not bribery, it's instigation of rebellion," Edmund said. "Daxa City will throw itself into its arms and stab Charlemagne in the back. Don't forget, Gorwuzi has fought in the war, and his military exploits
Far more than Andrew, if it were not for the fact that his father was only an earl, his status should be above Andrew."
"But Charlemagne has taken all his troops."
"Everyone thinks so. Everyone thinks that there is no army in Drawsha City, and Goerwuzi will not pose any threat." Edmund shook his head and said, "Maybe you don't know about that war. Goerz used to go there when he was young
Fighting against the Bayers, his father lost a legion due to a command error. The enemy would have completely destroyed the city of Drawsha, but Goel selected more than a thousand civilians and used this group of civilians to keep the Bayers outside the city.
He is a military genius. Even a beggar who is hungry can become a brave and invincible warrior in his hands."
"I have heard about this war," Chris took a deep breath. "I persuaded my father to let Goel take over Andrew's position. Such a person should not stay in his fief. He must always stay.
Within the king’s sight!”
Edmund whispered: "Now is not the time to discuss this. Your Highness, do you really want to give the City of Drawing to Reggie Victor?"
"There's nothing wrong with giving it to him," Chris smiled. "At least he knows how to treat a city and a hero well."
Edmund also smiled: "Your Highness, actually I think you can do better than him."
…
After entering Zhilin City, Tyre's nightmare began.
He doesn't like Dorothy and Ada, which is the instinct of the Paladin, but he hates Sandos even more, which is probably due to the instinct of a man.
Sandos is the most handsome knight in the Lion City. He is used to being surrounded by flowers, so he always makes some cross-border jokes with girls.
Especially when seeing phenomenal beauties like Dorothy and Ada, Sandos' jokes would go even further.
But Dorothy and Ada didn't like his joke, nor did they like this frivolous knight. Trolls and Sirens were not very good-tempered. Tyr had already smelled the smell of gunpowder on them, and if the situation continued like this,
These two girls are going to eat Sandos alive that night.
And Sandos' habits are not easy to change. When asking for directions, he will perform a knight's salute on his horse. If he is slightly offended, he will put his hand on his sword, and he will mention Chris from time to time.
Tyre had given him many warnings, but he could never restrain his inadvertent behavior. Just now, a naughty boy touched his horse, and he almost cut the boy in half with his long sword.
The angry Thiel took Sandos aside and whispered: "What on earth do you want to do? He is just a child!"
Sandos said angrily: "He insulted my horse. The horse is the life of the knight!"
"Do you want the whole world to know that you are a knight?" Tell gritted his teeth and said, "I told you, you are just a civilian, we are just businessmen on the road, you should not go out on a strong war horse in the first place! Here!
That kid stuffed a few copper coins into his mouth and pretended that this never happened and got out of here quickly!"
Tire asked Sandos to give the child a few copper coins, but Sandos looked at Dorothy and Ada, and he did not want to appear too stingy in front of the girl.
As a result, he took out five silver coins and handed them to the child. The child was so frightened that he did not dare to reach out and take them.
"Take it, commoner's child, remember, this is a gift from His Highness the Prince."
"This idiot, can he understand what I say?" Tyr cursed all the way. On the second day after arriving in Zhilin City, he finally found the messenger Lance.
Lance only determined the approximate location of Wesley, and the three days were too tight.
"There must be a Werewolf military camp on this mountain, but I don't know where the military camp is. There are often soldiers on the mountain road. I also saw soldiers going to Drawsha City. I'm sure Wesley is on the mountain."
Tyr looked at the mountain, which was several times bigger than the Broken Snow Mountain: "When do you want me to find such a big mountain?"
Lance sighed and said: "Man, I really tried my best. My identity cannot be exposed yet. I leave the rest to you."
For ordinary people, even if they wander around this mountain for a month, they may not be able to find the werewolf military camp.
But Tyre was not an ordinary person. He observed the footprints and hoof marks on the mountain road, and found the werewolf camp in a few hours.
There were about fifty soldiers in the camp, and daytime was definitely not the time to take action. Tell and the others stayed in the grass for a whole day, and only quietly approached the military camp at nightfall.
Wesley was locked in a wooden house, his hands were tied behind his back, his eyes were covered with cotton cloth, and his body was filled with his own excrement.
Every time he heard footsteps outside the door, he was very scared. In addition to delivering food, the group of people who came to his room usually forced him to write letters. Letters were nothing, he could write whatever they said, but writing
After finishing the letter, they would cut off part of his body, before it was the fingers, yesterday it was the ears.
Wesley's guess was correct. They really came to force him to write a letter. A middle-aged soldier took off his blindfold and threw a written letter in front of him.
"Just follow it and move quickly, we have other things to do." He held a spoon in his hand, God knows what it was for.
Wesley trembled and copied the letter. The content was nothing special, just some complaints and pleas. After copying, the soldier grinned and said with a spoon: "Tell me, do you want to keep your right eye or not?"
Left eye?”
The spoon turned out to be used to dig out eyes.
Wesley cried, wailing loudly: "I beg you, no, I beg you."
"Stop crying, your eyes are full of tears and slippery!" the soldier said impatiently, "I'll leave you with your right eye. In fact, it doesn't hurt that much. Young people today are still too delicate."
The soldier held Wesley's head down and was about to take action when he suddenly heard someone say from behind: "I think the left eye is better."
"Why?" the soldier asked subconsciously, and then realized that someone was standing behind him.
The soldier turned around, only to see Doranor looking at him with a smile on his face, and Tyr standing next to him with a helpless look on his face.
"I really think it's better to keep your left eye, because your right eye is already injured." Dolanoer once again gave his advice.
There is a scar on the soldier's right eye, but that is not the point. The point is how Dolanor appeared behind him.
The soldier was about to shout, but was blocked by Tyre. Doranor stepped forward, pushed the soldier to the ground, and whispered in his ear: "Sir Reginald Victor wishes to say hello to you." After saying that, he
He took a spoon and dug out the soldier's right eye.
The soldier fainted from the pain. Doranor sighed and said, "You said it yourself, it didn't hurt that much. Young people nowadays are really too squeamish."