It wasn't until Captain Yarus led him in the door that Captain Saulth really understood the meaning of what he had just said.

General Esmond, who was regarded as an idol by Captain Solth, was there, but he was no longer the focus of the Ranger Captain's gaze, and his gaze couldn't help but be drawn to another person.

This is a majestic man, even if he sits there, he is a head taller than ordinary people, his waist is as straight as a javelin, his face is square, like a marble carving, his eyes are deep, and he seems to have the magic of penetrating people's hearts, he does not make any special expressions, but he has an aura of not being angry and arrogant.

This person is none other than Archduke Cedric, the patriarch of the Strachrich family, the guardian of the Broken Blood Castle, and the grandfather of Princess Sophilia, the regent.

Where is this ordinary intelligence inquiry?

This was simply the Supreme Military Council of the Broken Blood Fortress, which was presided over by Archduke Cedric himself.

All of them here are high-ranking officers with names and surnames in the Broken Blood Fortress, and Jerus, who has been promoted to captain here, is not ranked at all, and he is not even qualified to stand, and he can come in completely because of the light of Captain Solth.

It's no wonder that on the way over, Captain Yarus has been pretending to be expressionless and deep, without any hints, and he is also a strong man who was temporarily arrested, full of confusion, and he doesn't know what's going on at all.

The information you brought back is so valuable?

Captain Soth himself muttered a little in his heart.

However, as a veteran Ranger who has been rolling in the wind and rain for nearly ten years on the Odin steppe, his self-control ability is absolutely good, because he eats this bowl of rice.

If there was a slight situation, he would make a fuss, he would not have had a chance to stand here, he would have died a long time ago I don't know how many times, after all, the situation of the knife on the neck is not uncommon for them.

Even if there is any expression, nine out of ten are performing.

It's just that this kind of big scene at the moment is far beyond the scope of his experience, and he doesn't know what kind of expression to use.

He can only choose to respond to all changes with the same and show the military quality of a professional soldier, although he will not add points to himself, but he will not detract points from himself.

While Captain Soth was quickly observing the situation, the high-level officials of the Broken Blood Fortress present were also looking at him with scrutinizing eyes, and many people couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation.

When he rushed back, he only had time to eat a hot meal in the barracks on duty, and he didn't have time to wash the hot shower, and he didn't have time to change his clothes, and he was still dressed as an Odin orc.

Although Captain Soleth usually pays great attention to his personal appearance, in the Odin steppe, the conditions are limited, not to mention hot and cold showers, there is basically no chance to wash them, and they can't wash them.

Because of the general environment, most of the Odin orcs do not have the habit of bathing, if they behave too cleanly, aren't they telling others that there is something wrong with them?

As a good Ranger, you would never make such a low-level mistake.

In other words, the smell of Captain Solth's body is very strong now, blood, sweat, mud, horse manure, etc., mixed together, a few meters away, clearly recognizable, and even stronger in a confined space.

However, none of the high-level leaders of the Broken Blood Castle frowned.

Those who can sit in this position are all famous and famous, step by step, stepping on countless blood and bones.

As for the indiscriminate ones?

There is no one in the Broken Blood Castle, and even if there was one, the bones now don't know how long it has been cold.

These generals don't care about gorgeous appearances, nor do they care about beautiful words, such a sharp weapon with a rough appearance and a polished to the extreme on the inside, is the most flattering.

Don't look at Captain Thorath just poking there like a javelin, in fact, his whole body is in a state of semi-tension, and at the first order, he will turn into the most ferocious predator.

It's not what he wants to do, it's instinctive.

This is what a Fractured Ranger should look like.

They are both satisfied with Captain South's performance and proud of the fact that it has all been done under their leadership.

Archduke Cedric turned his head to look at Esmond on the left and said, "This is your soldier, and the matter of inquiry will be left to you." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. General Esmond said strongly.

Grand Duke Cedric is already taller than ordinary people, General Esmond is even taller than him, even more than many Odin orcs, sitting upright on a chair, compared to the ordinary people standing, although he has only one-eighth of the Odin orc blood, but the characteristics of the Odin orcs are very heavy.

His eye-catching image is not actually suitable for being a Ranger, because his outstanding appearance will be the center of attention wherever he goes.

But the more this is the case, the more it reflects the extraordinary results he achieved in the Odin steppe.

He sat side by side with Archduke Cedric, like brothers more than father and son.

This phenomenon is not unique to them, it is very common in those top knight families where the family is thriving.

It's hard to gauge their age by their appearance alone.

Archduke Cedric looked like he was less than fifty, but in fact, he was thirty out of ninety.

General Esmond is in his early forties, but he has been famous in the Byron League for more than forty years, and he is over seventy this year, and his grandson is almost middle-aged.

If the Archduke Cedric is described as not angry and arrogant, General Esmond is a little vicious, his beard is like a lion's sideburns, but his eyes are peaceful, revealing this melancholy that does not match his appearance.

When he looked at Captain Southel, his gaze softened, and he seemed to see the shadow of his youth in him, and asked, "Soldier, tell me about the information you brought back, and report it according to the normal process." ”

"Yes, sir. Captain Soth gave a military salute, and he didn't even have time to organize his words, so he opened his mouth and came, "The mission of our eighth ranger team is to track and monitor one of the eight core tribes directly under the Western Odin Empire, the Tiger Claw Tribe, this tribe has been very active in recent years, and their chief is a staunch supporter of the current emperor of the Western Odin Empire, Black Tiger Ulaanbari, and in recent years, he has been acting as a vanguard. ”

"Go on. The look of satisfaction in General Esmond's eyes was even stronger, the information that Captain Southel said was basically clear to everyone here, but as a Ranger squad leader, it was not easy to know this.

This shows that the other party is not only satisfied with his own job, but also does a lot of background checks in order to do better, which is not something that ordinary captains have.

Just because you have this kind of big-picture view doesn't mean you're going to be good.

It's possible to be easier to be top-notch than those who don't, and if you give him a chance, maybe you can soar to the sky.

"In the past two months, the royal court has been in frequent exchanges with the messengers of the Tiger Claw Tribe, and this month the Tiger Claw Tribe has begun to assemble its warriors and warriors on a large scale, and before I led the team back, they had gathered nearly 30,000 elite cavalry, and drove countless cattle and sheep, which should be no less than 500,000 heads.

The direction of their tribe's movement is also getting closer to other core tribes, which is the posture of a standard joint operation, and it is likely to be a knocking operation led by the Tiger Clan's royal court.

So, I activated the Ranger Emergency Response Ordinance, and asked my sub-team to continue to track and monitor the Tigerclaw tribe with half of the men, and I returned to the Blood Keep to report the information first. ”

"What about you on the way back, did you make any special discoveries?" General Esmond pointed to the point with every question.

"On the way back, in order to prevent our whereabouts from being exposed, we have been out day and night, avoiding those Odin orc tribes, but the interconnection between the Odin orc tribes is obviously much more and closer than usual.

We've scratched our tongues a few times, and these people don't know anything about the big military operations that will take place in the Western Odin Empire in the near future, how big the operation will be, and when it will be launched.

I have limited information in my hands, and I dare not speculate and influence the judgment of the generals. Captain Southel replied truthfully, not boasting about the information he had brought back because he wanted to show it, which was utterly stupid.

"Good. Esmond nodded in satisfaction and looked around, "Generals, is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

"The news that the Flying Eagle has come back from the book is more detailed than this, and I know everything I should know, and now it's just that an experienced Ranger captain happened to come back, and I just verified the news in two phases, what else can I ask. Another general, who was not tall but unusually stocky, said with a smile.

Captain Southil knew him, and the other party was one of the top five people in the Broken Blood Fortress, the number one general of the Broken Blood Rider, known as Pedro the Ripper.

General Pedro turned his head to look at Captain Southel, and said with a smile: "Young man, I think your overall situation and decision-making ability are quite good, just being a ranger squad leader is too tyrannical, are you interested in coming over to help me? ”

"Bald, what do you mean? Dig into my corner so blatantly? Don't you breathe when I don't breathe? Whether it's a war horse or equipment, every time you break off your bloody horse, a little bit of a sharp person, you just cut under your hands, don't be so greedy. ”

General Esmond slammed the table and stood up, saliva almost squirting onto Pedro's face.

"If the excellent rangers are also dug up by you, who will provide you with accurate information in the future?

"What are you doing so excited? You don't know people, don't you allow me to discover talents?" General Pedro grew thick and strong, but now he showed a much more damaging temperament.

"Fart excavation talents, you are simply digging corners. General Esmond didn't give up.

Because it's not the first time this has happened.

Compared with the Broken Mouth Rangers, the Broken Blood Cavalry has a long history and reputation after all, and is known as the first cavalry in the world, and wanting to join it is something that countless knights dream of.

A lot of people are squeezing their scalps into it, not to mention a general who likes to use ready-made talents more than he cultivates himself.

In the past, General Pedro only did it in private, and General Esmond could still turn a blind eye, after all, the Broken Blood Cavalry was the mainstay of the Broken Blood Fortress, and it had always been the trump card under the direct command of the Grand Duke Cedric.

The Broken Mouth Ranger has a certain degree of autonomy because of the particularity of the source of soldiers, otherwise they have to wait until the Broken Blood Cavalry picks the province and doesn't want it, so they have their share.

People fight for a breath, and the Buddha receives a stick of incense.

Now that General Pedro has brought this kind of thing to the table, General Esmond has no way to back down, even if he can't give his father's face.

General Pedro looked like he was holding the victory, and said with a smile: "This kind of thing, we can't be too domineering, it depends on the opinions of the parties, if people are willing to come, we will break off the blood and ride, and you can't stop the lion's head, right?"

"Okay, let's ask the person concerned. The other party's appearance made Esmond have the urge to rush up and punch him, and he was suppressed by his life, this kind of thing is not a big fist, it can be solved, it depends on the internal cohesion of his army.

"Soldier, make a choice, do you want to go to the Broken Blood Cavalry or continue to serve our Rangers?" Esmond said.

The eyes of the higher-ups of the Broken Blood Castle at the scene fell on Captain South's body.

What the hell is this?

I'm just back to report the information, huh?

What does this matter to me?

I'm just an insignificant soldier, how you arrange it, I can do it, why let me choose?

Isn't that bullying?

Captain Southil was dumbfounded, and there was a crazy cry in his heart, he couldn't keep his composure at this moment, he felt like a weak lamb being targeted by countless beasts of the wilderness, pitiful and helpless.

Sweat flowed down his forehead like a waterfall, and within a few minutes, his back was soaked.

Captain Southel's gaze did not rest on either General Esmond or General Pedro, but kept looking at the top Grand Duke Cedric.

He was the only person in the room who could stop this from having to make a choice.

Unexpectedly, this kind of peeking of Captain Southil was caught by Archduke Cedric, and the other party was looking at him with an interested gaze, as if with the magic of knowing everything, the young Ranger captain's careful thinking could not be hidden.

Captain Sosil secretly screamed badly, looking at this posture, his Excellency the Grand Duke was also ready to watch the excitement and see how he chose.

Originally, he thought that today was his lucky day, and he would be able to get acquainted with the high-level of many broken blood castles, and even if he didn't fly in the future, he would have face when he went out to brag.

I never thought it was a super lucky day, the kind that the goddess of luck possessed, but this kind of luck came too big and too suddenly, and my small body was a little unbearable.

Broken blood ride!

This is an olive branch from the Broken Blood Ride.

The chief general of the Broken Blood Cavalry handed it out, in the Broken Blood Fort, who didn't know that the First Army led by General Pedro was the trump card of the trump cards, and every soldier was carefully selected and experienced in a hundred battles.

Don't look at the other party throwing out just a centurion, the gold content is scary to death.

Let's compare it like this, the knights of the Broken Blood Horse, just take one out and put it in other territories, it is all rushed, and it is not too easy to mix a centurion or a guard captain.

And the centurion of the Broken Blood Rider is to lead a hundred such elite knights.

What can a Broken Blood Rider Centurion do?

They could easily take a town with tens of thousands of people.

They can level a small and medium-sized Orc tribe of 10,000 people.

They can chisel through hundreds of kilometers like a drill on the Odin savannah.

This is not a blow, but they have indeed created such a brilliant record.

All this is based on their strict and almost harsh selection and training system.

If that cavalry was also composed entirely of real knights, their combat effectiveness would not be weak.

The only flaw in the Broken Blood Rider is their numbers, and even at their peak, they never exceeded 10,000.

If they could have 100,000 broken blood horses, according to the character of Grand Duke Cedric, they would have already passed through the vast Odin steppe and swept away the two royal courts of the Tiger Clan and the Lion Clan.

Captain Southel's original dream was not to join the Broken Rangers, but to enter the Broken Blood Rider.

It's a pity that at that time, he had the common disease of young people, his eyes were low, and the basic quality of breaking blood riding directly brushed him down.

Forced to have no choice, he joined the Broken Mouth Rangers, wanting to sharpen himself through this profession, and the ultimate goal was to join the Broken Blood Cavalry.

But the problem is that it's not like now, and it's not the way it is.

Because human beings are sentient creatures.

He had been with the Fracture Ranger for a full decade and had long developed a strong affection for the group.

In fact, five years ago, he had reached the standard in all aspects and had the qualifications to join the Broken Blood Ride, but he did not choose to be transferred for a long time, not because of his special feelings for this group, he was reluctant to be a commander who was kind to him, and he was reluctant to part with his brother who shared life and death.

Especially when General Esmond looked at him with an expectant general, his former dreams didn't seem to be so important.