Allen narrowed his eyes slightly and took a serious look at Hobuev.
Allen was a little surprised that this guy could guess what he was thinking now.
In the past few minutes, he was really thinking about how he should deal with the angels of the goddess of light in the next battle.
But, what kind of trump card gave this guy Hobuev such courage?
"Mr. Ev," Allen said calmly, "you have to know that the next battle to attack the capital is likely to be an unprecedented vicious battle."
Hobuev nodded, then raised his head and said, "That's why I wanted to ask you, sir, if I can be of any help."
"Of course I can help." Allen replied calmly.
Although he still has doubts about the weird person in front of him at the moment, he doesn't mind showing his generosity as long as it can give him a little better chance of winning the next battle.
"Thank you for your appreciation." After hearing Allen's words, Hobuev bowed deeply, his head almost touching the ground. "If you don't mind, I would like to ask you to come to my house at midnight today."
A brief account of the camp."
This sounded strange. Allen complained silently in his mind.
However, he still nodded and said to Hobuev: "No problem, see you tonight."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright six-pointed star appeared under Allen's feet, and then quickly disappeared.
Hobuev still stood there, squinting his eyes and staring at the place where Allen disappeared for a long time.
Then he said: "Are you really sure you want to do this? Expose your secret to that person?"
At this time, Hob's voice was different from usual. It sounded low and hoarse, giving people a sinister feeling, as if another person was speaking.
"But I have no choice." After a short silence, Hobuev began to refute what he had just said in a relatively sharp voice, "With that person's ability, sooner or later he will discover my existence! Wait until then
When the time comes, he will definitely eat me!"
The low and hoarse voice sneered, and then said in a joking tone: "What you do now is equivalent to exposing your existence in advance."
The sharp voice continued to retort: "You are right. But I know that person's temperament. If I help him in this battle, due to emotional and positional factors, he will not swallow me up without any reason.
of."
"You have so much confidence in him?" the low and hoarse voice said mockingly.
"Huh, just wait and see."
"..."
In this way, Hobuev stood quietly, talking to himself for a long time as if he had a split personality.
It wasn't until half an hour later that he finally calmed down and seemed to have reached a consensus with himself.
…………
At midnight, Allen left the city lord's palace as promised and went to the military camp outside the city to find Hobuev.
It was dark, and the surroundings were silent.
Even the most diligent high priest Delphi, who could be called a model worker, stopped his missionary activities for the day and went back to his house to rest.
At this moment, the moonlight shines on the streets of Salos City, crystal clear and clear, like water in the sky. In the woods on the outskirts of the city, the faint chirping of cicadas occasionally comes, making the night even quieter.
Allen walked straight ahead, and then came to the entrance of the camp where Hobuev temporarily lived.
Hobuev was already waiting for him at the tent door.
As soon as he saw Allen, this strange man who looked like a vampire bowed deeply and said to Allen:
"Good evening, sir. Please follow me."
After he finished speaking, he took Allen into the camp.
Allen followed in curiously.
He was surprised to find that from the outside, the tent was only two square meters in size and only half the height of a person; but after entering the tent, the space inside became extremely wide, even as large as the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke's castle hall.
Very different.
This surprised Allen.
Although he had long felt that Hobuev was an unusual person and had many secrets hidden in him.
However, in a plane where the upper limit of power is only level three, it is somewhat beyond Alan's expectation that a native can use such exquisite space spells.
So, Allen pointed to the tent and asked: "Mr. Ev, is this your method?"
The implication of Allen's words is naturally that if your trump card is nothing more than this, you will not be able to influence the outcome of the war.
"Of course not," Hobuev said with a smile, "My lord, please look!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the space inside the tent lit up instantly.
Then, another stunning sight came into Alan's eyes.
The reason why this scene is surprising is not because Hobuev waved his hand and summoned thousands of troops in an instant, nor is it because he broke through the upper limit of the plane and cast a spell worthy of a legendary level.
But because the secret weapon Hobuev said to defeat the enemy turned out to be just
A mediocre pig!
This fat, pink pig just stayed quietly in the center of the camp, eating feed as if no one else was around, completely turning a deaf ear to the conversation between Allen and Hobuev.
Allen looked at Hobb seriously and said to him calmly: "Mr. Ev, now is not the time to joke."
Hobuev smiled and said, "Sir, of course I'm not joking."
As he spoke, he pointed lightly towards the pig.
I saw that the pig's body instantly grew countless black scales, which were shining and looked like the solid armor of soldiers;
At the same time, the tusks in the pig's mouth also began to grow rapidly, turning into two sharp scimitars.
Seeing such a scene, Allen could no longer help but admire secretly in his heart.
In Allen's impression, any magic involving life is very difficult because the composition of natural elements in living organisms is much more complex and difficult to control than the outside world.
Even Allen himself, to this day, is not proficient in life-related magic.
However, he remained calm on the surface and said lightly: "It's not enough."
"What about this, sir?"
Hobuev said respectfully, and pointed lightly at the mutated pig.
The pig howled in pain, and then two white bones broke through its flesh and skin and emerged from its back.
Then, blood, flesh, and skin quickly grew on those two bones, as well as countless white feathers.
Soon, the pig flapped its two-meter-long white wings and flew up from the ground.