"There are more of them."

"Not surprisingly, the people of their alliance sent someone to remind them early in the morning that some people will join them."

Bard Black Feather slowly lowered the monocular in his hand, the chain armor rattled softly, and under the thick crow feather cloak, a ray of fire reflected on the shoulder armor. The distant light was coming from the town, and the knight raised his eyebrows, a place that was beyond the edge of the forest, and there was only a speck of light left in his deep gaze.

He let out a sigh of relief, watching the white mist rise and melt into the night sky, "It's just a rabble, Nicol Bolas's little rats, and some intruders who can't make a climate. ”

"And when are we going to attack, Your Excellency the Warden?" The knight on the side asked.

"When it's daybreak, we'll join forces with the men from Charter City, and we'll attack—"

But as soon as he finished speaking, his eyebrows suddenly raised slightly, and he couldn't help but stop the movement of putting away the telescope in his hand, and raised it again, clasping his hands tightly and placing them next to his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the firelight in the darkness, his brow furrowed into a series of grunts.

The knights were watching his movements with some confusion, and Bard Black Feather had already turned around, stretched out his right hand and waved it at everyone, roaring angrily: "There is movement in Grey Owl Town, go find the magicians!" ”

The roar seemed to pass through the wind and snow, and the dark camp in the forest suddenly came to life, and the wizards in thick robes were opening the curtains and coming out in droves. The elder wizard chief, dressed in a dark rosy robe and holding a crystal ball in both hands, parted the crowd and came to Bard Black Feather.

He saluted before he said, "The detection magic shows that several groups of men and horses have indeed left the town, Your Excellency the Keeper." ”

"How many?" Bard frowned, "How many people are several?" ”

Patches of goose feathers and snow fell, and the wizards standing in the snow looked a little staring at each other, which was not their specialty.

The wizard's long gray beard shook in the cold wind, and he replied calmly, "Detection magic can't do that, Your Excellency the Keeper. ”

Bard Black Feather nodded slightly.

"Release the scouts."

"Go get the craftsmen out of the ranks."

In the muffled sound of orders, scouts in gray-black cloaks scattered like shadows.

Most of these men are employed by the Crowtalon Temple's mercenaries and bounty hunters, all skilled eyeliners and spies. A gray cloak in the far snow quickly disappeared into the dark mountain forest after dragging it through the low bushes.

But above the scout's head, a large phalanx was flying over the canopy. They occasionally looked up, only to see a fleeting copper-colored light between the branches, the thin metal wings sticking out of the structure, trembling up and down, and fading away with a slight sound.

Inside the camp, the craftsmen reported their positions and coordinates in a low voice, and raised their hands. A second group of elves was slowly rising, hovering in mid-air, and one by one, guided by their gestures, into the night sky.

Others looked up and looked in that direction, a cold glow reflected in the goggles. They wore black coats, most of which had no star-shaped insignia on the collar, except for an Ouroboros brooch representing an alchemist, hanging down from the neckline, which was deeply carved with a knife.

The Electors carry forward the tactics of the 'Wall of Fairies'.

But that was nearly a decade ago, and now this tactic has long since become one of the standards on this real battlefield. The systematic use of artisan regiments on the battlefield is nothing new, and even in a somewhat organized army, this is the minimum requirement.

Bard frowned, the scattered visitors from the other world were probably used to fighting between their small groups, and they were clever but didn't understand what real war was.

……

"Is there any information about the commander across from us?"

The person who asked this was Alyssa.

Sand Night looked at the table, looking a little worried. The parchment laid out there, slightly curled at the edges, casts a thick ink—a red ink that runs along the rugged surface, across the gray ridgeline, and at the edge of the forest.

A translucent screen of light floated in front of her, and on top of it was her community's account. Not so long ago, she had used this ID to make a post, and now it was enough to turn the North's form upside down, and that ID was remembered.

Her fingertips lingered on the floating page for a moment, but she never made up her mind to click on the 'send' button. She retracted her gaze and looked back.

Sylvid, who was holding a pen and sketching on the map, felt the gaze of the two, raised her head, gently pushed the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose with her ring finger, thought for a moment, and replied: "The daily affairs and teachings of the Ravental Sanctuary are in charge of the Patriarch and the clergy, but they and the Grey Knight are two systems. The latter is responsible for military operations and armed repression, as well as being the adjudicator, and in a region, usually by a high-ranking knight, or chief knight. ”

"But for a military operation of this level, perhaps the other side will send a caretaker to command. The Ravental Sanctuary has four Guardians, Bard Blackfeather, the Grand Knight, Dragon Greypaw, and Hawk Bloodeye, as well as a witcher, Atlah-Horn. ”

"These guys have weird names."

Sylvide smiled: "None of their surnames should be their real names, they are all Christian names. ”

"Then Sylvide," Alyssa asked, "who do you think of these four will be the opposite commander?" ”

Sylvid looked to the side, "Miss Tata knows a lot about this, you might want to ask her." ”

Sitting on her knees in a thick chronicle, Miss Fairy put down the teacup in her hand and replied in a quiet tone, "It's Bud, he is usually in charge of the affairs of the north, and this area is his jurisdiction. ”

"What kind of person is that?" Alyssa asked again.

"Cautious but brave, a typical soldier, no one knows where he came from, but I suspect that most of these people are noble knights." Sylvid thought for a moment and said.

"What a tricky opponent."

Sha Ye looked at the two of them, and he didn't quite understand why the two of them could still be so calm and calm at this time.

She asked herself that she was also from the Great Guild, but many of them, including most of Tapolis, had no idea of the real war in this world. Between the Rainbow Alliance and the Descendants of Flor, there was a Long Summer Battle a year ago, but most of them participated as marginal people.

The decision-makers on the Tapolis side, the Silver Coin Lady counts as one, the former president counts as one, and the others can't enter the core decision-making circle of the Rainbow Alliance at all.

A war is very different from a skirmish between teams, and how many of them have experience in commanding armies?

But she knew that the entire battle plan at the moment was formulated by the smiling aristocratic lady in front of her.

Who is she?

Sand Night opened her mouth slightly. As if sensing her gaze, Sylvid turned to her and asked:

"What's the problem, Miss Sandnight?"

……

"Bard-Black Feather, Grand Knight, Thirty-third Rank, one of the four caretakers of the Ravental Temple, second only to the Raven's Son."

"He's not the strongest of the four guards, but he's definitely the best at commanding. The Crowclaw Sanctuary ordered him to guard in the north, presumably because of his military prowess to defend against the invasion of dragons. ”

"From Guta Harbor, there are about 10,000 gray knights from all directions of Charter City, not to mention that the commander still has two brushes, even if so many people fill it, they will fill in the gray owl town."

"They're not self-sufficient."

"What's too much to do, it's just hype, wait and see, these people will soon escape from Grey Owl Town, and in the end it's not those refugees who are unlucky."

"Don't have a rhythm upstairs, even Miya, the witch of the sea, supports them-"

"Come on, Miya herself can't protect herself."

The wandering horse gently put down the coffee cup in his hand and stared at the glowing screen in the darkness, the news from the north had completely disrupted his routine, but he watched it in the middle of the night, and the community was also the content of these endless quarrels and no nutrition.

As for the four caretakers of the Crowclaw Temple, these people have been picked up early in the morning, and the identity of the caretaker is not a secret, the information is all readily available, and the people discussing it in the community are just a summary. In fact, when it comes to details, he probably has far more information than these people.

He stretched his waist long, and the community had deduced that the Grey Knight would attack the next morning, which he had pretty much done himself. It seemed that there would be no more information coming tonight, and more people were still discussing the apparition of the three goddesses of Elpahim, and the wandering horses vaguely felt that it might have something to do with the matter at hand, but for a moment they could not get any more first-hand information.

He took one last look at the community, a little bored, and was hesitating in his mind whether to go and rest first and wait for news tomorrow morning. Or just stay up all night and wait until things turn around.

But it was at this time, in the discussion of the long post that he had been refreshing, that someone suddenly shouted below:

"There's news out there!"

The wandering horse was in good spirits, and hurriedly retreated, and as soon as he refreshed, he saw the familiar ID. Others are obviously also very knowledgeable, and in a short period of time, they have pushed the new post under that ID to the top of the popular discussion section above the community.

The wandering horse narrowed its eyes and clicked in.

But as soon as he entered, he was dumbfounded.

"Holy!"

He wasn't the only one dumbfounded.

In fact, most of the people who clicked on this post fell for petrification magic in the first place.

"Damn, live post!?"

"What, live broadcast to defend the city?"

"No...... It doesn't seem to be ......."

"How is it pitch black......

“WDNMD！？？ They're out of town, what the hell!? ”

……

“…… I said, Cousin Ed...... Do we really need to do this? ”

Ai Xiaoxiao was shivering in the ice and snow, rubbing her reddened hands vigorously, looking at the others with big watery eyes in the dark.

But Luo Hao didn't say a word, only put one hand on the shield, squinted his eyes, and stared at the dark and dreary forest in the distance. Not far away, Sky Blue, Luo Yu, and Kita were arranging a circle together, and there was no time to think about it, while the Paparal man muttered under his breath and stood beside the box—the latter standing in the darkness, sword in both hands—the dark magic sword.

There was a faint red light in the distance, so dim that it couldn't even travel far in the darkness, Ai Xiaoxiao closed her mouth, she knew that there was also a group of people who had the same purpose as herself. In the bushes, the redeemed were silent, silent.

It wasn't until a hand grasped the glittering crystal into the palm of his hand that its owner turned around and glanced at his companions:

"You're native, aren't you?" He asked.

He's the one in charge of liaison in the group, after all, the Elector owns the system.

The redeemed person he had asked turned his gaze back to the other in silence, and after a moment, nodded.

"I'm a little curious," the man asked, adding, "We are the Chosen One, and if we die here, we will die, and we will be able to return to Earth when the Starlight is gone." But what about you, if you die here, you'll have nothing, right? ”

The redeemed looked at him silently for a long time before he replied in a deep voice: "Actually, like you, we have our own destiny. ”

The man looked at this side with some surprise.

"When we die, we will go to the kingdom of the saints in which we believe," replied the redeemed, "where we will receive eternal life, perhaps in another form, but not in a form of reincarnation." ”

The man was silent for a long time before he spoke, "Good luck, brother." ”

"May the saints bless you, my brother," the aborigines responded, "let us fight together." ”

The man silently raised his head and stared at the sky, his gaze through the layers of cedar branches. I knew in my heart that in the darkness there was a pair of 'eyes' watching in this direction.

They will be in this battle under the gaze of the eye, and they will never even be able to leave the land again, but at least, perhaps it will make them look a little more heroic.

That was the reason he agreed to that plan.

He didn't know what the others were thinking -

That plan sounded really crazy.

……

Bard Black Feather couldn't help but frown as the officials of that alliance hurriedly separated the others and rushed in front of him.

But he knew that these people were like no one, and that nothing but what they wanted to achieve was in their eyes. Bard Black Feather suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, these people—or should I call them 'invaders', 'the chosen ones'—but in short, there was some effect on them for the time being, and he could only turn a blind eye.

The official of the Coalition walked over and said, "Mr. Bud, you'd better come and see this." ”

As he spoke, he opened a light screen and displayed it in front of the other party. He enlarged the light screen, turned it around, and said, "This is a post on top of our community, you should know something about our community, right?" ”

Bud nodded silently, he looked at the picture above the light screen, although he couldn't understand anything else, but at least he understood everything on the screen: "This is a clockwork elf?" ”

The official of the alliance nodded: "On this screen is the Longxiao Mountain Range, and in this direction is the Egunn Forest, and here is our camp. ”

Bud keenly looked up at the night sky, silently watching the darkness there.

After a few moments, he turned around and asked, "You mean someone is spying on us?" ”

"It's the other person."

The coalition official replied: "They are attacking us live at night. ”

Bard looked at the other in silence.

"This is a provocation," the official of the coalition replied with some gritted teeth, "Mr. Bud, this is a naked provocation. ”

But Bard, of course, understands that this is a provocation.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

The cold wind in the night whistled lowly—

Sand Night's voice was slightly hoarse, "Of course I understand this is a provocation, but aren't you worried," she looked up at the two of them, "There will also be Electors on the Crow'claw Temple's side, they may get our plan, our strength is not as good as theirs." ”

Sylvest smiled and exchanged glances with Alyssa.

"You're getting one thing wrong." Alyssa replied with a smile, "Actually, this additional plan was not proposed by Miss Sylvede, she does not know much about our world. Although the battle plan itself was drawn up by Miss Sylvede, there was an additional clause that the regimental commander insisted on. ”

"Elder Ed, him?"

The sand night froze a little incredulously.

"I didn't expect that," Alyssa amused, "our head grower, he's actually a little childish at times. ”

"But ......"

"Don't worry, Miss Sandnight," Tata said suddenly, "Mr. Knight, he's measured. ”

Hearing this, the ship's master lady also put down the pen in her hand, and looked back at the window, where in the darkness, a tall figure loomed above the city.

"But it all makes sense, Miss Sandnight."

She spoke softly.

……

We are not only going to defeat them. ’

They also need to know how they were defeated. ’

The wandering horse was reading these two lines word by word—

His hand holding the coffee cup didn't move for a long time, and his head was full of buzzing voices: Are they probably crazy, or do they realize that the difference in strength is too big and simply gamble? Rather than sit back and wait to die, why don't you go crazy at the end, or at least die well?

He silently looked at the waterfall-like replies beneath the post, most of which were incredulous and invective:

"I can't help myself."

"It's insane!"

"Hubris to the limit!"

Almost no one would believe the content of this post, and even the calmest and most sane person couldn't help but frown and jump when they saw such a crazy declaration.

Even the people who originally supported Fang Yu and his party couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation at being teased at this moment.

What is this?

Is it all just hype?

And at the other end of the screen, a pair of somewhat quiet silver eyes also flickered slightly. Miya shook her ears a little bewildered, and even startled by this bold decision, she pursed her lips and listened to the sneering voice coming from the communication channel over there:

"Mia, Loofah, is this the person you asked us to support?"

"Isn't he here to play with us?"

The wolf girl tapped her finger on the light screen, and for a moment she didn't know how to speak.

But an unfamiliar voice replied, "Shut up, idiot. ”

Everyone was stunned, looking at the ID with the title of the Executioner's Sword, and the other party's speech.

Loofah：“…… Interesting wide-field mode. ”

"Guys, don't you think this perspective is familiar?"

Miya was stunned for a moment as if petrified, and then turned back with some surprise.

In the communication screen, the somewhat playful girl is holding her cheeks with her hands, and she is propped up on the side of the boat, with a bright smile in her eyes:

"Got you."

"Mr. Fenris."

……