Standing on the towering defensive gate of the Great Wave Fortress, the axe-wielding guards who had been on guard all night looked at the rising red sun on the sea level, and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief. [Full text reading.]

Luo Lan saw this scene on the walls of the fortress, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly, the work of these guards is simple and monotonous, it has become a fixed frame, if there are no surprises and accidents, they will repeat the same life day after day, but they are happy, because they will always have to watch out for enemies from the front and visible, and not like the nobles in the council chamber, they also need to be on guard against enemies from behind and hidden in the shadows.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, because this included him. However, after countless efforts and hard work, isn't it precisely to get rid of this ordinary life? It is precisely because of this capital that he is qualified to stand here and appreciate those lives that have become like ants in his eyes.

The guards who came down from the changing guard talked and laughed all the way, and a few of them were still yawning, ready to go back to make up for sleep, but when they saw Luo Lan on the city wall staring at them, they had to cheer up again, put on a swaggering posture, and walked towards the camp outside the fortress.

The guards' gaze was a gesture of admiration, mixed with envy and jealousy, and they couldn't help but think that this nobleman was as young as they were. But he is already standing in an undesirable position, why is he still an ordinary guard. And to endure this tormented hardship?

This episode happened in the middle of the council, Luo Lan came out to relax because he was depressed, and when he came out, only a few people looked at him in surprise a few times, and then ignored it.

He deeply knows that the reason why the two encounters are treated so differently is precisely because of the gap between identity and power, since ancient times, people have revered famous heroes and monarchs, and there is no shortage of beautiful words in the books of history. But at the root of it, what they worship is actually power and power.

"Your Excellency. A respectful voice interrupted his musings.

He turned his head, and Xi Jiesi, who was dressed in silver-white light armor, stood in front of him, watching the morning sun on his ice-like face, blooming with full spirit and fresh breath.

"As the adults have arranged, everything has been done. ”

A light flashed in Luo Lan's eyes, he slowly let out a long breath of relief, waved his hand gently, and Xi Jiesi bowed and retreated from the city wall.

Stood silently for a moment. Luo Lan returned to the council chamber and sat in his seat, of course, as when he went out, few people paid attention to him.

The council continued to move slowly and slowly, though this time the monks occasionally interjected a sentence or two to direct the conversation in the direction they had envisioned, when all the details had nothing to do with the battle itself had been settled. The wealth and treasures in the black dragon's lair have been divided up in advance, and it seems that those things are only temporarily stored in the black dragon, and the nobles only need to reach out and get them when they need them.

At this time, Luo Lan was already drowsy, but someone finally talked about how to attack Nanfeng Qunyu, which made his spirit improve slightly, and at the same time reminded himself that a good show was coming. He straightened up and looked at Daphne, who happened to look at her as well, his eyes mingling, and Luo Lan's heart was slightly touched. Because he actually found a rare tacit understanding. It's like two rivers that never meet each other flowing together at some point, flooding with waves of surprise and delight.

The Rust Priest was sitting not far away. He pretended to be calm on the surface, but he still took out a handkerchief from time to time to wipe his sweat, and it was no wonder that today may be the day that will decide his fate. And beside him sat three swordsmen with eyes and straight waists, Luo Lan couldn't help but quietly pay a few more glances, presumably they were the three Templar swordsman captains in Rust's mouth, right?

At this time, there was a change in the field, and four Cynthia servants came up with a well-made classical round table, and placed it in the center of the circular council chamber, and four high-legged magic lamps were placed in the four corners, and it could be seen that on the table was placed a magic map made by the Berndts, covered with a transparent curved crystal cover.

A blue-robed mage stood up, and as he chanted loudly, a huge oval blue water curtain rose, and the magic lamp lit up, and the glowing light suddenly refracted the scene on the magic map onto the water curtain, and immediately magnified it dozens of times, and the scenery depicted in it became delicate, and the near and far vistas were clearly layered, and it was very three-dimensional.

Some of the nobles suddenly let out a chorus of admiration, and several mages on the side seats showed proud expressions, this was the masterpiece of their mages, and those dull and inflexible magic sticks had never done such an infede.

Several priests looked disdainful, although they did not know what the specific rules of this magic were, but they also vaguely guessed that the use was the interaction of light and water, so they were disdainful, don't you still want to use the light spread by God? It seems that the power of the Lord is the source of all the laws of the world.

A middle-aged monk in a luxurious black robe stood up, walked to the front of the magic map, and pointed a few points on several irregular islands on the map with his finger, making a cold and sonorous voice, and said: "In the middle of the Nanfeng Islands is the main island of St. Deco Island, and there are five small islands with a small area around it, so if you want to attack it, you must first take these five places as strongholds. ”

The contours of his face are as sharp as a knife, his gaze is cold, and his body exudes a sharp and stunning momentum. Judging by the badge on his chest, this is a member of the Knights' League, and in terms of eloquence, they may not be as eloquent as the priests who play tricks all day long and the mages who chant incantations, but if it is compared to the specific arrangements for battles and the distribution of arrangements between them, they are undoubtedly much more familiar with each other.

Luo Lan also had a magic map in his hand, but this intuitive view was a little different from his usual feelings, the five islands were like tentacles extending from the island of San Deco, and from a distance, they looked like a starfish with open limbs.

"According to our previous information, these five islands are stationed on five abyssal creatures loyal to the black dragon, and it is not excluded that there are also some tribes of intelligent creatures on the mainland, and our original plan was to concentrate on ......"

When the black-robed knight said this, the blue-robed mage standing next to him coughed and interrupted him: "Knight Yeta, you only need to explain how to fight, and there is no need to say anything else about other irrelevant things. ”

Interrupted by the words, the black-robed knight was very displeased, he snorted, paused, and then continued: "The current plan is that the five chief monks will lead their respective subordinates to attack separately, surround them, and then ......" He stretched out his palm, as if to cover the five small islands, and then clenched it tightly, and said sonorously: "Fall in one fell swoop!"

His voice and expression immediately infected the nobles in the audience, and some of them stood up and shouted loudly, "For glory, for glory!

The audience was suddenly aroused by his sensational words to arouse high morale and emotions, and immediately countless people responded one after another, and the sound of drawing swords and swearing resounded through the hall, shaking the ear drums.

But there are always a few people who are calm here, Luo Lan is one of them, he is pondering the unfinished words of the black-robed knight, this person is so obsessed with the original plan, as if he is reluctant to give up, then on the contrary, the second half of his sentence should be like this: Concentrate all your forces and attack the five islands one by one!

Although this is only a difference in details, but on the battlefield, this is enough to determine the outcome of a war, and there is no doubt that this is the safest way than to attack in different ways. But he forgot to consider two factors, one is that the nobles came all the way here to plunder the wealth of the black dragon, and by the way, it is to achieve fame, so the intention of dividing the way is obviously the product of achieving the distribution of benefits, so it is impossible to implement, and sometimes, things outside the battlefield are the main reasons that determine it.

And the second point, Luo Lan has carefully looked at the map, although the sea off the Nanfeng Islands is wide, but the islands are surrounded by dense reefs, there are countless scattered islands at high tide and low tide, and there are still many narrow straits, if it is a cavalry battle on the plain, then it only needs to advance in one go, but in such a complex terrain, it is not easy to spread out the many sea ships carrying nearly 10,000 people.

Thinking about it this way, it is imperative to attack in different ways.

But if the island is entrenched by human forces, then there should be no problem with this arrangement, but ...... Luo Lan stared there, the world of dragons, and the many opaque abyssal creatures. Black Dragon Nimbast, how will he make a move?

At the head of the meeting, the slender eyebrows of the chief monk Morgowarts were slightly gathered in the middle, and he let out a long sigh and said slowly: "It's a pity that the respected senior monk Midler rushed back the day before yesterday to deal with the emergency affairs of the diocese. He smiled, looked in the direction where the Rust priest was sitting, and said, "We'll have to pick someone else to take charge of this attack." ”

Luo Lan's heart moved, the time to come has finally come.