After the lively reception, Zhou Qingfeng was surrounded by everyone and sat at the top of the meeting hall. Everyone was beaming, harmonious and very happy.
The long oval table in the hall did not have enough space, so the only people who could sit down were the leaders of various settlements. Others could only squeeze in behind their respective leaders and continue to watch the fun.
After sitting down, Uncle Zhou only asked about the food and troops brought by each family, and at the same time introduced the two trebuchets, the transport team of 50 people, and the logistics team of 150 people. As for other things,
He only listened with his ears and never interrupted.
Next, how to deploy troops and generals, how to encircle, how to attack, how to deal with the enemy's counterattack, and how to expand the results of the battle. The leaders of each family discussed the specific details with each other. When there was a quarrel, Uncle Zhou spoke up to calm the conflict.
Where can I find such a good mascot?
He neither takes power, makes blind ideas, nor asks for money or property. He speaks very politely, keeps his attitude very low, and is very polite to everyone. Everyone present felt that...
Sir Hugo is indeed talented, intelligent, extraordinary, kind, kind, and generous. He is our great savior, our guiding light, and our sailing helmsman. We all like him very much.
The atmosphere in the meeting hall was therefore very enthusiastic, and everyone's expectations for victory continued to rise. Zhou Qingfeng's face froze when he smiled, and it was not until late at night that he forcibly announced that he would take an early rest and choose a day to send troops to fight.
The Iron Ore Valley was built in a canyon. Hundreds of people suddenly flooded in, and there was little room for camping. Zhou Qingfeng left the meeting hall and was blown away by the cold night wind, which instantly made him sober.
The weather was cold, the surroundings were pitch black, and only a few campfires illuminated the immediate area. Except for the never-ending wind, most places in the canyon were extremely quiet, and occasionally the noises of jubilant human adventurers could be heard.
With no one around him, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt lonely, and everything was ridiculous. What he saw, heard, and encountered was something he had never imagined before. He had been busy struggling for survival these past few days, and it was rare that everything was ready tonight.
The fight is about to start tomorrow, but I feel calm.
Will the ensuing battle go smoothly? How will the enemy react? Is he, a keyboard strategist, an unparalleled genius, or is he just an armchair strategist like Zhao Kuo?
Zhou Qingfeng walked along a stone-paved road to the camping area of his troops. Because everyone felt safe in the Iron Ore Valley, no one followed him. He also wanted to be alone and tidy up.
Confused thoughts.
I looked up at the sky, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.
Zhou Qingfeng was just in a daze, emptying his mind, his thoughts extending outward, and feeling that everything around him was silent. Until...
With a clang, the slender sword came out of its sheath and plunged viciously into the darkness beside the stone road.
There was a figure twisting in the darkness, as if there was some ghost hiding in it. After a few sword strikes, metal sparks appeared, and a dark shadow like thick ink rose and fell, then disappeared again.
Zhou Qingfeng held the stabbing sword in his hand and remained calm. After two breaths, he suddenly rose up on the spot. With the blessing of the 'boots of speed', he rushed forward, causing his clothes to rustle. In an instant, he rushed out several meters away and struck out with another sword.
Pierce out.
This strike was as fast as lightning, and the figure twisted again in the darkness pointed by the sword tip, and was blocked by the dull black light of the blade. The shadow was forced to stop, and faced Zhou Qingfeng with the sword, and asked in surprise:
"Boy, you suddenly became powerful."
Zhou Qingfeng did not answer, and continued to thrust with a sullen face. He even activated his fog ring, hiding his body in it, actively blending into the darkness, and continued to attack.
The figure in the darkness was even more surprised. He could only fight head-on a few times to contain Zhou Qingfeng's offensive. He said in surprise again: "Boy, your perception and strength are impeccable, much better than when I first met you."
Already."
In the fog and shadows, Zhou Qingfeng tried his best to sense the opponent's position. The 'Milt Monster Tongue Spear' in his left hand was ready. As long as he locked it, he could give the opponent a fatal blow.
Just when Zhou Qingfeng was quietly contemplating, the 'Shadow' suddenly sent a warning to him, telling him that danger was approaching and that someone was hiding in the darkness trying to assassinate him.
In a rare calm moment, someone actually came to disturb the situation. Uncle Zhou's anger suddenly emerged and he took the initiative to attack.
The opponent's ability was a bit higher than Zhou Qingfeng's. Even with the 'shadow' reminder, he had been unable to grasp the opponent's specific position. He couldn't see anything clearly with his eyes wide open, so he could only use his hearing to its maximum.
Except for the sound of a few weapons clashing, the other party's actions were almost silent. Even when he took the initiative to speak, his voice floated here and there, making it unpredictable.
After fighting for several rounds while breathing, Zhou Qingfeng was considering whether to call for help. But this would really damage the image of "great righteousness" that he had finally established, and he would be knocked back to his original shape in a sudden.
The opponent in the dark did not act rashly. He seemed to be constantly moving to avoid being locked, and he did not get too close to Zhou Qingfeng.
After a stalemate for a while, Zhou Qingfeng said coldly: "Are you the thief named 'Bramble'? I saw you in the White Crow Camp. It's really rare that you can find this place. But you came a step too late, Black
The situation in the forest is about to turn around."
The thief in the darkness retreated five meters away and asked: "I remember your name is Victor, and that idiot Todd takes good care of you. You seem to be doing well, and I see many people are surrounding you. But you
What do you want to do?"
"Everything I do is to let myself live with dignity. You will know the details soon," Zhou Qingfeng said.
"Really? I don't think so." The thief in the darkness sneered several times, and then became silent after a moment.
Zhou Qingfeng was on high alert in the darkness and silence, but 'Shadow' whispered: "Boy, the opponent has left. The enchanted thin stabbing sword will give full play to your strength advantage, and the opponent's arm will hurt at least for a night.
But the opponent's agility exceeds yours."
The slender sword hangs low and returns to its scabbard.
Zhou Qingfeng frowned. He didn't say anything about the attack. He just walked the stone road under his feet and arrived at the camping place where his men gathered.
There were more than a dozen messy bonfires lit in the camp, and dozens of tents were arranged between the bonfires. These tents that were originally supposed to be transported to White Crow Camp for Old Xius, now became Zhou Qingfeng's military supplies.
There were no sentries or patrols, and there was no formality in the camp. The people sleeping inside were really just a group of stragglers.
"The useless leader leads a large group of useless soldiers, they really match each other." Zhou Qingfeng complained to himself with a bitter smile and kept shaking his head.
While he was feeling frustrated, he heard footsteps coming from the stone road behind him, and someone called out, "Your Excellency Hugo." When Zhou Qingfeng turned around, Fei Zhe, the leader of the Iron Ore Valley, sneakily ran over with a few of his cronies.
"What's going on?" Zhou Qingfeng had just been attacked and was still on alert.
Fei Zhe looked around. This tall, muscular guy with a beard seemed to be close to the thief. He lowered his voice and said, "Sir Hugo, you said before that you can help us open the mine closed by the elves. Is it true?"
"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng immediately understood what the other party wanted to do. He also had a stand and said with a straight face without hesitation: "Now everyone should unite as one and focus on fighting against the oppression of the goblins. After the mine is won,
Open it again."
When Fei Zhe heard Zhou Qingfeng say 'yes', he gritted his teeth and took out something from his arms, "Sir Hugo, you are right. Goblins are the enemy and we should unite.
But here is something that my grandfather found in this elf forge, can you identify it for me?"
Fei Zhe seemed reluctant to part with it, but he still pushed the thing into Zhou Qingfeng's hand. Zhou Qingfeng, who was very principled, lowered his head and said immediately: "I don't know much about this thing. It will take some time to identify it. How about you let me go first?"
here?"
"Of course." Fei Zhe gritted his teeth again, "Then about the mine..."
Zhou Qingfeng immediately said in a high-spirited manner: "Alas... we cannot be accommodating on matters of principle. We still have to talk about unity. But I don't want to sleep tonight. I just want to visit your settlement. I will go from the mine.