"Captain Urs of the Thorn Squad?" The bearded mage Carlos turned his head and looked at the young man who had drawn their attention to the side, along with Sawyer and Arya.

Urs's hand that grasped his fist was lowered from his mouth, and he gave Gloleden a look, signaling the old thief to let him carry out the next negotiation process, and then simply organized the language in his heart, and his brown eyes swept over the representatives of the three adventuring groups in the hall, and proposed: "Regarding the arrangement of this mission plan, I think we should still take the initiative." ”

"Haha! Well said, lad! Hearing Urs say this, Sawyer held the dagger in his hand and shouted with an excited expression, "Look, Carlos, Ekarila, the leader of the Thorn Squad agrees with me!" I'll just say that we're not the only ones in the crowd! ”

Acolila and Carlos glanced at him with a slight frown, not wanting to argue with the straight halfling thief about softness and recklessness.

Urs saw Sawyer Boots tilting his chin and cast an approving glance at him, but instead of following the atmosphere to further reach an agreement with the leader of the Shaving Blade Adventure Troupe, Urs suddenly turned to him without warning and poured a basin of cold water to extinguish his enthusiasm and added: "But the people who take the initiative only need me and the other four companions in my team to be enough. ”

"What?!" Sawyer was stunned for a moment, and his two eyes widened like copper bells.

"And the Orichal, Shaved Edge, and the Hummingbird Adventures." Urs continued, "Your duty is to stay behind with the other scattered adventurers and guards to guard the village and help prevent potential attacks from monsters and bandits. ”

"Captain Urs, are you serious?" Carlos looked at him distrustfully.

"Maybe you're just infected by Captain Sawyer's passion, temporarily." Ekarila shrugged her shoulders and sighed softly, thinking that something was probably wrong with this big man's brain.

She and Carlos opposed Sawyer's claim, precisely because the situation in the forest was not clear enough, a small number of people entering the forest had to bear a greater risk, and the departure of all the people would continue to shroud the weakly defended logging village in the haze of the Warcraft crisis.

This is a dilemma, and it takes time to discuss a course of action that can both be done as much as possible.

Urs knew that Carlos and Ekarila would directly oppose his proposal, in addition to the vengeful Sawya, just as the two leaders of the two clans had opposed Sawyer not long ago on the grounds of recklessness.

"Have you heard of the Shadow Druid?" So, the young man blinked unhurriedly, looked at the three leaders of the adventure group in the room, two tall and one short, and suddenly asked as the topic changed.

"Shadow Druid...... Well, when I was an apprentice in magic, my mentor taught me about druids, telling me that druids could become evil because of their belief in the dark side of nature. Carlos gripped his staff, his eyes digging into his mind to review his knowledge, "Is this related to our urgent mission?" ”

"Yes, very relevant." Urs replied, pointing to the bandit captives who had been knocked unconscious by Sawyer, "I can even tell you that there is such a Shadow Druid Sect in the depths of the Spotted Axe Forest, and that Shadow Druid Sect is inseparably related to the appearance of the Monster, and their leader is probably the bear-eye mentioned in this guy's words." ”

"But you don't have proof." Ekarila stared at his half-scarred face.

"No, Lady Half-Elf, I have proof."

The young man smiled, then tilted his head and neck slightly, raised his right hand again, and stretched out his index finger to touch the surface of the skin on the side of his neck.

"I'm different from you, you know?" Urs showed them the shackled coat of arms in the shape of a slave knight's brand, "The reason I know so much is because Beareye and Angdor's are both on my hunt. Beareye's full name is Danar Beareye, and he's fought me a few times in the Northlands before, so I'm familiar with the shadow druids he leads, like a seasoned warrior who knows how to slash goblins. The bandit leader Angdor, who is also my old enemy, happens to have a little debt in my hand and has been trying to find a chance to settle accounts with him, and the presence of those two bastards in the Spotted Axe Forest now is really desirable for me. ”

As the words fell, he once again glanced at the adventurers around him with his calm but confident eyes, although there was a lot of nonsense in his words.

Suddenly, Carlos of the Orichal, Ekarila of the Hummingbird, Sawyer, who was still angry just now, and even the old thief Gloridon, who belonged to the same adventure team as him, were all stunned by his actions and remarks for a long time, as if each of them had been subjected to a shortened "Decree Shock".

Urs is a slave knight of the Golden Warbler Empire, and the public secrets of this adventurer's circle have been known to them for a long time half a month.

However, what does it mean that this young man suddenly brings out his sensitive identity background?

The three leaders of the expedition group were puzzled. Although Urs had earned their respect through his performance in the evening battle, they believed that the slave knights of some stature were generally elite guards, spies, or assassins who were secretly recruited by the noble lords to perform some of the dirty tasks of the nature of the high-ranking knights, such as gathering intelligence, assassinating political opponents, hunting down fugitives, and so on.

For such a character, adventurers and mercenaries all over the continent have always been cautious about keeping a distance from them, just like when you find a strange thief lurking near your home, your first thought may not be how to deal with the possible thief guild behind him, but guess what impact the other party will do to you, and whether you need to be deliberately wary of the other party.

The adventurers were suspicious of Urs, fearing that the young man might be involved in a secret mission, and that Urs was now asking for this kind of subconscious suggestion on a psychological level.

To put it well, it is called a plan, and to put it bluntly, it is a broken can and a broken -

Don't you doubt me? As it happens, I can't find a solid reason for a moment to prove to you why I know so much you don't know, so be suspicious if you want to, just don't be foolish and lose your life right under my nose, or get in the way of my actions. He thought to himself.

A few seconds passed in silence.

“…… If you're really confident, then I'm not going to stop you, Captain Urs. As the head of the Orichal's adventures, Carlos thought about his group members for a moment, and then chose to compromise with Urs, whose proposal sounded harmless to him anyway, "But you have to be careful. We admit that the members of the Thorn Squad are very good, but the numerical disadvantage is not a good thing. ”

"Thank you for your concern, Captain Carlos." Urs nodded to him in satisfaction.

Ekalila didn't speak. The female ranger leader of the Hummingbird Adventure Group shook her head helplessly, still not very much in agreement with the young man's plan, but simply acquiesced to the trend of the situation.

Next, among the three major adventure groups involved in this emergency mission, Sawyer Short-Footed Boots, the only one who remained in the Shaved Edge Adventure Group, did not say anything.

The halfling's heart was filled with the anger of losing his companion, and his straightforward temperament longed for revenge immediately, but the reason in his mind did not completely evaporate.

"But my anger can't be cooled down like lava in a crater!" So he gritted his teeth and pressed the impulse that almost erupted out of control in his heart, and raised his fiery gaze to look directly into the young man's eyes, "Unless you promise me that you have the ability to poke a hundred holes in the hearts of that Angdor and Bear's Eye, and use that sword on your back!" ”

"My greatsword is not your dagger." The young man raised his fist and tapped lightly on the handle of the cursed blade exposed on his shoulder, "But I can try to wield it and chop our common enemy into vomit-like mud, which may be more effective for you." ”