Late at night, in a grove ten miles away from Fort Gunku.

Thousands of worried soldiers, after simply eating a little of the dry rations they had with them, hurried to sleep, because everyone knew that there was still a fierce battle to be fought tomorrow.

After a long day of high-intensity marching, everyone was exhausted, but no one complained, for the simple reason that this was a war to defend their homes and loved ones, and everyone would do their best without any mobilization.

Havelock, like everyone else, seized the time he had and rested.

He found a large tree at random, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and looked like a magician meditating.

This is a swordsman's practice that controls the movement of the "vitality" in the body to enhance the various abilities of the body, and at the same time plays a role in recovering from injuries.

Yesterday, Havelock was frustrated, vomited blood, fell into a coma, and suffered a little injury, so he didn't dare to waste a little time, and even handed over the task of setting up the camp and arranging the vigilance to Fitandila, and he immediately entered a state of healing.

As a swordsman at the pinnacle of gold, his physical fitness and recovery speed are far beyond ordinary people, and it should not be a big deal to recuperate for a while.

The "Skinner" has decided that he must go into battle in person tomorrow and vent his grievances with the heads and blood of those green mushrooms, otherwise with this knot, he will never expect to step into the realm of legends in his life, which is something that the proud witch hunter will never accept.

Yes, and don't forget, his true identity is one of the twelve Inner Ring Marquis of the Knights Templar of Sigmar, and if you want to go further, becoming a legend is a must.

Havelock had received news that if he could perform well in the battle with the Greenskins and make a great contribution, he would most likely be transferred back to the Witch Hunter headquarters of "Aldolph" and become a candidate for the next Lord Protector.

It's a pity that the situation has changed completely in just a few days, and the most important thing now is to hold the "Arsenal Fort", and then become a legend as soon as possible, so that there is still a glimmer of hope, otherwise not to mention the protector of the country, even the position of the candidate will not be able to compete.

Luckily, he has someone else to trust by his side.

Fitandila, this Arabi woman arranged the camp in an orderly manner, and at first glance she really led the soldiers to fight, and more importantly, she also took the initiative to arrange her cavalry out, so that even if someone sneaked attacked, everyone could receive the news and react as soon as possible.

Among the two hundred cavalry sent out on patrol there was also a guide.

Diarra, in her thirties, looks a little more vicissitudes than her actual age.

He is a scout captain of the "Arsenal Fort", and his ability to fight his way through the greenskins is enough to prove his strength, and after a day of rest yesterday, he also took the initiative to apply to join the patrol, as a good scout, no one is more familiar with the terrain around here than him.

To tell the truth, he didn't agree with the troops resting in the woods in his heart, because he might face a sneak attack from the enemy, but first, several generals with troops strongly demanded, and secondly, the beautiful Arabi woman proposed to send people to patrol, so after seeing that the city lord agreed, he couldn't say anything, so he could only join the patrol.

Although there is still some uneasiness in his heart, Diarra also secretly comforts himself, those green skins should still be asleep at this time, the first two days they seem to have waited until the sun rises to launch an attack, maybe wait a few hours, everyone is rested, they haven't gotten up yet, and they are just caught off guard when the time comes.

So when this scout captain followed the strange Arsenal Fort cavalry to guard in the woods, the mood was still relatively relaxed.

After patrolling for more than an hour, Diarra and a small team, twenty cavalry, found an open place, prepared to rest for a while, and began to walk back, and when they arrived at the camp, it was estimated that it was almost dawn, and they set off with the large army.

Because it was too close to the "Arsenal Fort", just in case, neither the temporary camp nor these cavalrymen dared to light an open fire, so they could only dismount, gather together in twos and threes, eat some black bread casually, and drink some cold water in their skins.

Diarra's dry food had already been eaten, and he didn't have time to replenish it, and now he didn't know any of these people around him, so he could only go hungry and watch others eat.

However, his embarrassment was soon discovered, and the captain of the cavalry, a strong man with short blond hair, approached.

Diarra has been paying attention to this person for a long time, he is very burly, he exudes a fierce aura all over his body, and he doesn't have a little Arabi blood in his appearance, even more so, what is even more strange is that as a cavalry captain, his riding skills can be described as clumsy.

Sigma is on top! Even a fifteen-year-old horseback squire can ride better than him!

How did he become this captain? And the others seemed to be afraid of him.

The blonde man walked over with an expressionless face, his voice was very low, and he couldn't hear a single emotional fluctuation, as cold as a sword.

"Eat a little?"

He handed over a piece of black bread, which was not a valuable good, but for Diarra, who had been hungry for a long time, it was good to have something to eat.

"Ah, thank you so much!"

The scout at Fort Gunko hurriedly took the food, and although the tone and expression of the other party were not affectionate, he still thanked him repeatedly, and dared to be ashamed of the slander in his heart just now.

This fierce-looking guy is actually a good guy! No wonder everyone else loves him so much!

The blond man didn't say much, turned around and left, leaving Diarra to enjoy the "good meal".

Just as his teeth and the hard black bread were engaged in a fierce duel, there was a sudden strange noise in front of him, although the sound was not loud, but Diarra reacted quickly, looked up alertly, and looked ahead.

Because he couldn't make a fire, his visual range was only a few meters in front of him, and a little farther away, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

It was as silent as night, and nothing seemed to be there, but Diarra confirmed that he must have heard something.

The scout captain frowned, then fell to his knees, tilting his right ear against the dirt.

After two or three seconds, his brown pupils dilated rapidly, and his expression of confusion was replaced by horror, as if he had heard something terrifying.

Footsteps, footsteps, he heard countless footsteps, approaching here!

At this time, in this position, there is only one possibility, greenskin! It's those green skins! Their goal is the camp!

Diarra thought a lot for a moment, and he bounced off the ground like a spring, ready to tell the terrible news to the kind blonde captain just now.

"Small—"

As soon as the first word came out, he saw the cold face of the blonde man appear in front of him, but in an unexpected way.

His body was still in a position where he was ready to turn, but his head had already turned behind his back.

It was a pair of large rough hands that had done all this, and his master had silently come behind Diarra's back and twisted the latter's head like a twist.

It was the scout captain that Diarra wanted to inform.

But he could no longer utter a word.

With his eyes wide open, the scout captain fell to the ground in an eerie position with his neck twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, accompanied by intense pain, and in the last second before he lost consciousness, he saw countless green figures emerge from the pitch-black woods.

Be careful......