Regarding what Delina said about taking refuge, Dane's actual thoughts were exactly the same as the attitude he expressed to Delina. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info faced this woman, Dane didn't say anything about it. If Pure Sword wants to take refuge in it, it is necessary to accept complete command and control, and it cannot be negotiated.

No matter what kind of feelings she has for Dane, or what kind of emotions Dane has for her, this kind of matter of great cause, Dane will never loosen up for any reason.

He had put all the conditions in front of the woman, and as for the final result, it was up to Delina to make her own choice, and all in all, Dane would not have any regression.

After saying goodbye to Delina, Dane did nothing else, and soon returned to his residence.

As with the rest of the Crusade, Dane's camp was bustling. Even those elves who like to be quiet by nature rarely show a happy side after winning a war. Elven rangers, elven sword dancers, and ghost-dreaded mercenaries are all cheering around the campfire. Among them, a few guys who were closer to Dane saw him pass by and wanted to pull him along.

Dane, who had just escaped from Morno, had the energy to be interested in messing around with them? With a tiger face, he chased the fellows away, and then went back to his tent in the camp.

In the tent, a Miao Man figure was already waiting for him inside.

Percin, who had changed into a regular pajamas, saw Dane come in, and while asking 'Hello Lord', she consciously crawled close to Dane, helped him untie his clothes, and took off his clothes.

……

Dane opened his eyes, got up and lifted a corner of the tent, and looked to see that it was still early in the sky outside, and he looked like it was about to be bright. He patted Perkins' buttocks, still wrapped in the futon, and woke her up.

"Your Lord." Pehin opened her eyes and said hello.

"Hmm." Dane nodded and said, "You go out first." ”

"Okay."

Watching Perhinse, who was dressed, leave the tent,

After Pehinth leaves, Dane opens the game interface of the Imperial Heart. After the battle last night, he hadn't had time to check the situation in the midst of the night's revelry.

Sure enough, in the system mailbox, Dane saw a new battle report message.

"Campaign Name: Dragon Hunting Clan Orc Annihilation Battle."

"Location: Continent of Orodic, Central Mountains, southwestern part of the Eastern Wasteland."

"When: New Caesar calendar January 5, 217, night."

"Enemy: The Orc Tribes of the Eastern Wasteland, the Dragon-Hunting Orc Clan."

"Allies: Molno Warlord Group, Smir Mercenary Group, Pure Sword Mercenary Group."

"Combat Goal: Annihilate the Dragon Hunting Clan."

"Battle Rating: Complete the campaign objective, your own side is less damaged, and the role played in the campaign is weaker, comprehensive assessment: C level, gain war points: 100 points."

"Battle Details: Omitted."

……

Looking at this war report, especially the 'C' rating at the end of the battle report, and the 100 war points, it made Dane a little painful. In fact, this result had already been expected by him.

In this war of annihilation against the Dragon Hunter Clan, he and his troops did not play as crucial a role as the last time they wiped out those earth elemental clusters. Getting a C-level evaluation is already good, but what he is most worried about is that this door-picking system may not even include this battle, which will be a real blood loss.

Fortunately, it was calculated, and he also got a hundred war points, which was even more than Dane expected. Obviously, in the systematic evaluation, the scale of the war in which the dragon hunting clan with a population of more than 1,000 people was annihilated was much larger than that of the earth elemental, so much so that Dane also obtained war points almost comparable to the earth elemental one without getting a high evaluation.

Of course, it's not that he can't strive for a higher campaign rating. As long as in the process of fighting, he fights more resolutely and puts his forces into it more thoroughly, he is fully capable of obtaining a higher evaluation. But if he did that, the casualties of his soldiers would not be as simple as the death of a dozen or twenty cannon fodder and the hanging of three or five sword dancers. In a battle that is sure to be won easily, he will only do it for a little war point when he has enough to eat.

Turning off the electronic warfare report in front of him, Dane let out a long sigh of relief. The speed of collecting war points does not seem to be slow, and the goal of 500 points required to climb the second level of the Imperial Tower is now almost halfway through. Next, in the Eastern Wasteland, there will inevitably be a lot of battles, and if you calculate the average number of war points of about 100 points in a battle, it is estimated that two or three more battles will be enough.

He was full of ambition and more and more anticipating the war module that was about to be opened.

……

The revelry that followed a victory lasted all night, and this morning, with the exception of a small number of guards and patrols who were still faithful to their duties, most of the Crusaders were still asleep. In this state, of course, the army could not be drawn at once - in fact, not only the soldiers, but many officers, even General Morno himself, had no intention of setting off at this time, and their heads were now drowsy from alcohol.

Dane, who had nothing to do, was about to find a clearing to practice his swordsmanship, but two visitors interrupted his plans.

Brought by Cecilia herself, was Barrocliffe, the leader of the dragonmen, and a middle-aged elf man with a mustache, long hair, and a gorgeous robe with green trim and gold trimming walking beside Barrocliffe.

It stands to reason that as a thirteenth-level powerful dragon man leader, with his master behind him, Barrocliffe, who is supported by the green dragon Ignir, should be a guy who can walk sideways in the entire Broken Dragon Peak area. However, this time, he humbly followed the middle-aged elf's side, as if he were a servant.

"Your Excellency, these two guests want to see you." Cecilia said flatly, but her eyes seemed to want to convey something to Dane.

Dane noticed Cecilia's gaze, coupled with Barrocliffe's current attitude, he had a basic guess in his heart about the identity of the middle-aged elf with a serious face in front of him—and he felt that his guess was not far from ten.

"Hello, what are you here for?" Dane's attitude was quite respectful.