A group of knights from Hearthvale were slowly walking down the avenue leading to the Undead Fortress, led by none other than Tyran and Ethanlien.

"You don't have to come with us, Marta." Shaking to the rhythm of the warhorse's swaying as it walked, Tyran turned to Marta on his left side and said, "I would prefer you to stay in the Valley of the Hearth, and watch out for our city for me." ”

Marta's face was pale, and he clutched the reins of his horse tightly, as if the swaying of his horse could throw him off at any moment.

"You see, you're not very skilled at horseback riding."

Marta's lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she tilted her head to one side, "Wow! ”

He vomited out all his breakfast in the morning! Without waiting for the others to make a move, Tyran leaned to his left and grabbed Marta with his left hand, who was about to fall off his horse.

"Why don't we take a break?" Ethan Leon glanced up at the dim sun overhead, wiped his sweat and said, "It just so happens that your staff needs to rest too." ”

"But it's not bad that he can get to this point." Esenlien still recognized what Marta had done, after all, he was a nobleman, not a long-term warrior on horseback.

can ride a war horse for dozens of kilometers in one go, which is already top-notch among the nobles. Except, of course, the nobles who were born as paladins.

"Then take a break."

Tyran let go of his hand, and there were already knights behind him who dismounted and helped Marta off his horse, and they helped Marta to the side of the big tree, and pulled out a simple little tent with their cloaks to block the sun in the sky.

"I'm really sorry, my lord," Marta said, looking up weakly, and he said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect my health to be so bad. ”

"It's okay!" Tyran sat down against Marta, he smiled and patted Marta's back, "Eat something, drink water, rest for a while and we'll go." It's already started over there anyway, so we can get to Brill tonight. ”

Marta smiled reluctantly, leaning his body against the tree. While closing his eyes, he blocked the inconspicuous X-mark behind him with a very casual movement.

Marta, Marta, are you worthy of Lord Tyran's affirmation of you? With her eyes closed, Marta is condemned by her conscience and betrays the trust of a person, and this feeling is really terrible!

"No," Marta opened his eyes, and Tyran handed over a rough wheat cake with some jerky sandwiched between them, "Eat it, you don't have to eat it when you get to the wall." ”

"When the time comes, Locke will definitely treat us to a big meal!"

Marta opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, and nothing she said could hide what he had done. He reached out a trembling hand and caught the piece of wheat cake.

Numb as chewing wax, Marta had no interest in the wheat cakes in her hand. But soon, as if he had made a decision, he struggled to his rise from the tree he leaned on, and said to Tyran, "My lord, once we encounter an enemy attack. You must come with me! ”

"An enemy attack?" Tyran put down the food in his hand, chewed the wheat cake in his mouth, and said inarticulately, "I don't think there will be an army of the undead lately." In all areas where undead armies are possible, we have rearranged the checkpoints. There will be no more undead spirits attacking us over the hill like last time. ”

Marta sighed, and he turned his head to look at the woodland, "I'm just saying just in case..."

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"The battle plan has changed, you don't need to attack him. Just surround him firmly and don't let him get out of your lines! Leave the rest to the wizards! Thomas looked at the pre-paladins of the Silver Hand below with a serious face, his left index finger pointing at his head, his bare head covered with sweat, "This is your main battlefield!" Arm your minds with the Light! Then this demon won't eat away at your mind for a while! ”

"All we can rely on is our brothers, our comrades-in-arms! When we form a formation, no one can do anything to us! Remember! Behind you are our clergy! They will provide us with the best support! We can't take a step back! ”

"No one knows what kind of magic this demon has, and it can only be up to us to unite." "There's good news for you," said Thomaston, "that Mr. Ronin, the chief wizard of Dalaran, is here. He will lead the wizards to control this demon. In addition, we have a delegation of envoys from the elves of Quel'Thalas, including rangers who are experienced in dealing with demons, and a group of magisters who are not inferior to the wizards of Dalaran, all of whom are our allies. ”

"We're not alone, at least for now."

"Now, give you five minutes to get your armaments ready. Five minutes later we gathered here and rode our horses to the front! Ladies and gentlemen! Thomas paused, looking at the pair of young eyes below, and Thomas slowly raised his right hand and gave a military salute. May the Light be with us! ”

"May the Light be with us!!"

"Disband!"

As Thomas's words ended, the probationary paladins scattered and rushed to their tents!

The most dangerous demon in the universe, these are the words of the wizards.

This is definitely a dangerous test! Hopefully, after this catastrophe is over, most of them will still be seen...

Thomas let out a sigh of relief, straightened his armor, and turned and walked into the large tent behind him.

In the big tent, most of the officers above the regimental commander level in Iva were here. Several archprosecutors, Ronin, allies from the elves are waiting here. Locke, the leader, was at the command table, pointing to the map and saying something to them.

Thomas lowered the curtain on the tent and joined in.

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Mark lay motionless in the grass, even though a little fleshy maggot on his back had deliberately camped in the haystack on his body. Beside him, there was a figure lying on his stomach in the dusty dirt, covered with hay.

Mark has not experienced a similar mission since he shot and killed the speaker of the then noble council in Gadar two years ago. In many cases, he took his apprentices with him to do things that intimidated and blackmailed the nobles who did not obey discipline in a certain area.

In the past two years, his original uneasy heart has slowly calmed down. Life in the system will always smooth out people's edges and corners. Those who were really uneven either left the team or went to spend their days in a more leisurely department.

And for Mark, if he hadn't taken that girl as an apprentice. I'm afraid he'll become like those people, with an indifferent attitude towards everything.

Speaking of the apprentices he had accepted, Mark couldn't help but squint to the side with his left eye. Nicole was lying motionless on the hay floor, and she had a straw coat made of hay. The straw clothes and hay were reflected together, and with the dry mud on her face, no one could tell that there was anyone here.

The thief who once stole his wallet is now an agent in the Security Service. In addition to the previous training, this is the first time to bring her out to fight, but what makes him satisfied is that her performance is very calm, and even a little excited.

She was too far away from her cousin who was a pre-paladin at the Silver Hand Academy.

"Breeze, wind force 2."

"Wind speed 1.6-3.3 meters per second."

"It's about 320 meters from the marker."

"The weather was hot and dry, and it had no effect on shooting."

"No target found, the bait is working fine at the moment!"

A flurry of data came out of Nicole's mouth, but it didn't work. The enemy still had a long way to go, and it was just an instinctive reaction of her lookout as a sniper.

Long-term training has always made her always have these data popping up in her head when she is still.

At the moment, she was holding a binoculars in her hand and was looking at the people below motionlessly.

"It's a pity that a noble lord who is supposed to be decent eats worse than us..."In Nicole's binoculars, Tyran was laughing with wheat cakes and talking to the guards around her.

"Now I believe that the Lord Harvey must be a god," Nicol whispered, "How could Iva have grown so fast without God's favor?" His thoughts are always beyond the guess of any of us. ”

"Ann... Quiet. Mark whispered, the butt of his sniper rifle against the socket of his shoulder armor. He looked through the large-magnification scope on the body of the gun with his left eye open and his right eye at the noble lord inside. "Don't talk about things that aren't related to the task while you're on a mission. Especially, when we are on a mission in the field. ”

This put his beloved weapon and was kept in the special firearms management depot of the Security Service for some time.

Mark can only take it out of his arsenal and train it with six other sniper teams on a training day every week. However, due to the gradual increase in the population of Iwa, their training often needs to be relocated to uninhabited areas.

This is for the sake of secrecy. Just like when they're not training, guns are put in the arsenal.

Now that the Security Service has a large number of personnel, there are all of them, and no one dares to guarantee that these carefully trained snipers will not escape with these weapons. Some necessary management measures began to be brought up by their head, the High Elf Norris.

In order to control these muskets with high power, high accuracy and long firing distance. Eva no longer produces these weapons, but only produces parts strictly when needed, each of which is numbered.

Just like when they came out on a mission this time, each of them brought only ten armor-piercing shells, ten explosive bombs. Each shot casing is picked up and handed in, and the weapon and bullet are sealed and disposed of together.

This way, even if a sniper escapes while on a mission. Then, he didn't have much ammunition to use, so as not to endanger the person who made the gun or other people and forces.

Secondly, because of the secrecy of the production process, these sniper rifles cannot be imitated by other craftsmen in a short period of time, and it is impossible to produce bullets. Unless the imitation craftsman is able to make these parts in strict proportions, 1:1.

But when that time comes, it's time for engineering to flourish in the world.

Naturally, secrecy doesn't make much sense.

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