"Ahem. Buckland cleared his throat several times, and when he noticed that no one was paying attention to him, he tapped the plate vigorously with a spoon instead, "I have something to say." ”

"What?" asked the Lord of Alpine Castle vaguely as he was eating with his mouth full of oil.

"Richard, I strongly recommend that you also go to Cologne. ”

In the afternoon, when the captives were collected, Buckland did something that a group of reckless men could hardly have bothered to do—carefully inquired about their origins, purpose, and background.

Regarding this group of enemies, the rabbit-headed Fidipitz accidentally overheard a lot of information, but of course the eavesdropping could not be exhaustive, and it was very scattered and fragmented. Buckland's interrogation took place after the war, and the captives, who had tasted defeat, poured out all they knew like beans.

At this point, the previously missing intelligence map was completely completed.

He had already written all these things on the slip and handed them to the lord, but judging from the reaction, it was perfunctory to promise to read them carefully at that time.

Truth be told, it was the first time in his life that Buckland had seen such a strange place as Alpine Fort - their prowess and brawlody complemented each other, as if they were a natural pair that would never be separated.

For example, after winning a battle that should have been difficult with an absolutely inferior force, few people actually thought of interrogating prisoners of war, but instead began to wrestle with each other until their noses and faces were swollen.

It would be unthinkable to place any one of them anywhere else, but for the mountain fort, it is not obtrusive but seems natural.

"Why?" the lord looked up at Buckland.

It is better not to withdraw to Cologne when the pioneer lord has nothing to do, it is one of the unwritten rules, and it is impossible for a naturalist not to even know about it.

"Because the enemy we are facing this time is not the native of the wilderness, but the serious Stuart garrison, and our Pompeii have had a very tense relationship with the Stuart in recent years. "Buckland bites the word very hard.

"So Richard, you should report the Stuart harassment to the Noble Court. ”

"It shouldn't be a Stuart infestation, right?" The lord was very simple, and he felt that the old white tiger's statement was a bit on the line, and the obvious personal behavior rose to the state.

As one of the three great powers in the human world, Stuart's strength is not covered, and there are several dragon knights alone. Alpine Fort was like an ant and a dragon compared to the size of the whole Stuart, and a madman like Richard didn't think he had a chance.

"Whether it counts or not, it's not up to you. Buckland said earnestly.

"You're saying that the upper authorities might make a fuss about this?" the lord put down his fork thoughtfully, "but it doesn't seem to do us any good." ”

"Alas. Buckland sighed and said patiently to the dull piece of rotten wood, "Leave it to the big guys to do it, but as long as you can pull something out, as a party, you can at least have a mouthful of soup to drink." ”

"It's the same thing. The lord thought for a moment and nodded, but it wasn't a hurry, "In a few days, I'll be with Anne." ”

It took another four or five days to sort the loot and collect the prisoners, and with all other odd things, it was already six days before Anne's caravan was ready to go.

Most of the captives were to join the caravan on their way to Cologne, where they were driven to assemble in a clearing. At the same time, the small number of captives who had been held with them were moving in the opposite direction.

Even though they had been reduced to prisoners together, there was still a clear gap between the two groups of captives.

Some of the captives in the clearing tried to show flattering expressions, some spat on the ground with disdain, and many more were almost numb and did not say anything.

They were all officers and adults of the Brown Bear Roar Legion, and the captives were relatively statused people, and Richard still wanted to keep the ransom money, so naturally he would not pack up and sell them with ordinary prisoners to Cologne, and was about to be transferred from the temporary detention center to the official prison that had just been built.

Hendra was among them, with heavy shackles on both hands and feet, and every step was difficult.

His prowess was generally recognized by the people of Alpine Castle, but unfortunately in a way that he himself would never want to see - Hendra had always been the strictest of the captives, with a minimum daily supply of water and food, and that there was always a constant noise around him to ensure that he could not get enough rest.

After a few days, the whole person inevitably became more and more muddy.

Richard noticed Hendra as he watched the excitement, the once-smug Legion Commander now had a scruffy beard and a pair of bags under his eyes that made him look at least ten years older.

Hendra certainly saw Richard, too—surrounded by stars, more complacent and energetic than he had been.

The two looked at each other briefly, no matter what the past was and what the future was, now one was a prisoner and the other was a human being.

"I figured it out, you're practicing the Sacred Word Prayer Technique!!!!," Hendra saw the opportunity, and suddenly broke free from the prisoner-of-war escort like a mad lion, and roared excitedly at the lord.

"Shut him up. The lord said casually.

The two newly appointed barbarian jailers didn't know what human law enforcement was, and immediately and unceremoniously pushed Hendra face down to the ground. Hendra, who had been up for a few days, didn't know where he got so much strength, and the two barbarians almost couldn't hold him down after struggling desperately.

"Holy Word Prayer! Only the Holy Word Prayer can give you such powerful power without the externalization of elemental fluctuations!" Hendra's face was full of remorse and pain, he never thought that he would lose to such a super-off-the-beaten-path antique.

"Look for death!" Gunther rolled up his sleeves and snatched the whip from the jailer's hand.

Just look at the exaggerated and full muscle lines on his arms, you can know that even a healthy cow can't bear it with two whips. In his heyday, Hendra might be able to resist with his fighting spirit, but in the past few days, how could he have the environment to meditate to restore his fighting spirit.

The lord stopped Gunther with just a look, and walked over and stepped on Hendra's back, "You guessed it, it's indeed the Sacred Word Prayer, but ...... There are no rewards. ”

"What level of holy word prayer?" The foot on his back contained irresistible strength, but Hendra still raised his head so that he could see the other man's eyes.

"Something went wrong, I haven't been able to advance to the Apocalypse yet. Richard looked into the distance with a breezy face.

The enemy's unwillingness is the best stimulant for him, and his desire to express himself becomes extremely active.

Hendra's pupils instantly contracted into pinpoint tips, and among the five stages of the Holy Word Prayer Technique, Apocalypse, Starlight, Moonlight, Solar, and Apocalypse, Apocalypse was the last stage, representing the ultimate of a system.

And the Sun Sanctuary Church, which is second only to the Apocalypse, is naturally a powerhouse that should not be underestimated.

At least much better than yourself. Hendra felt bitter in his heart, he actually met a strong man of this rank on a small pioneer collar, it was a feeling of fate.

"What's wrong?" he struggled to lift his head from the mud and looked at the other's back. The setting sun gilded his silhouette with a layer of gold, majestic and tall.

"The problem is that I haven't advanced to Xinghua yet. The lord turned his head and laughed, revealing two neat rows of white teeth.

Coupled with the excitement he received at the moment, Hendra rolled his eyes and fainted directly.