"Welcome to Media, Mr. Tails." The captain of the guard also did not dare to slack off on the second-ranked "Blade" Tails among the four cowards.

At this moment, there was a sudden strange laugh like a barking dog behind Tails.

"Mantis brother, I heard that you suffered a big loss in Sweetwater not long ago, and you lost hundreds of subordinates?"

Tails' face suddenly darkened, and he stopped to look back at the guy who was laughing at him, a tall, burly gnoll man with a huge axe on his shoulder.

"Chuck, what do you mean by that?"

"Hey, hey, it's not interesting, just to inquire if the rumors are true." "Axe King" Chuck suddenly unloaded the Flame Explosion Battle Axe from his shoulder, and the axe hit the stone slab ground under his feet with a loud "bang", bursting out with a large cloud of flames, "If this is true, hehe, poor old mantis, I feel sorry for you, but then again, the 'Blade Regiment' has suffered this defeat and lost so many men, I doubt that you are still qualified to rank second among the 'Four Giants'." ”

Tails' cloak suddenly cracked to pieces, and four psionic, glittering serrated knives pointed at the gnolls, their cold words revealing murderous intent.

"I'm not qualified enough, it's not your turn to be a leper dog!"

"I'm annoyed!"

The tense atmosphere in front of the castle gate was broken by a thunderous roar, and Tars and Chuck turned to look at the place where the roar had come from, and a large black shadow was slowly approaching.

The captain of the castle guard narrowed his eyes and shivered as he observed the dark shadow in the moonlight.

It was a dark-skinned, lumbering creature, as tall as two adult humans, with thick arms and three-toed feet, a slightly hunched back and sparse hair that made the desert troll look old and haggard, and it walked with a staggering gait, two long arms hanging down to his knees, and a large wooden stick in his right hand—a large tree with its branches broken off and only its trunk to be exact.

The old troll dragged his stick up the steps, glared viciously at Tars and Chuck in front of him with a pair of scarlet eyes, and roared in a non-standard Canaanite language: "Get out of here!" ”

Tails' face changed, but he finally resisted the urge to swing his knife and turned to walk towards the courtyard. Although the "mad demon" Koze ranks last among the "Four Great Kou", it does not mean that his strength is the weakest of the four, but because he rarely operates in the edge of the desert, and the "undead group" he commands has the smallest number of people, and the people in southern Xinjiang do not know much about it.

In fact, Kotze is a terrible opponent that Tails fears three points, especially after the old troll's rage, the unbeatable physique and the barbarian's crazy fighting spirit without fear of pain are simply a killing machine! Like him, the two hundred sand bandits under Kotze's command were undead trolls from the depths of the desert. The Undead refused to absorb bandits outside of the Trolls, and in the eyes of Kotze and his people, the fragile creatures that would hang up after two stabs were only worthy of food.

"Huh! Old troll, do you want to fight? "Axe" Chuck stood on the top of the steps, looking down at "Mad Demon" Koze with a defiant gaze.

Tails' footsteps stalled slightly, and he whispered a "idiot", disgusted with the aggressive gnolls.

"Leper dog, don't make trouble! Delay the important matter of Your Excellency Meyer, the old lady has skinned your dog! From the courtyard, Jenna scolded angrily.

Chuck is not afraid of the earth, but he is afraid of this half-scorpion sorceress. Thinking about the tragic experience of offending Jenna at the beginning, she turned into a and threw herself into the wolves by casting a spell, and suddenly shuddered, and hurriedly picked up the axe and trotted all the way to chase it, with a smile on her face, like a pug that pleases her master.

"Hehe~ Sister Jenna, how dare I not listen to your orders? It's coming, it's coming! ”

The four bandit leaders were led by the guards through the courtyard and into a spacious hall. In the center of the hall is a large wooden table with a sand table, which magically shapes the undulating terrain and makes it easy to distinguish the yellow Gobi, the gray mountains, and the silver-white rivers. There are also many models of clay-fired buildings on the sand table, and towns and villages are all available, forming a very three-dimensional map.

Jenna was the first to enter the hall, her eyes swept over the sand table, and she immediately recognized that it was a topographical map near Mount Mochizuki. Two small clay castles are placed on either side of the mountain, the white castle in the south represents the Medes, and the blue castle in the north is probably Mochizuki Castle?

Jenna quickly confirmed her guess. For she saw a white ribbon carefully glued to the sand table, and deliberately curved from the vicinity of what appeared to be the castle of Mochizuki to the south, across the Far Eastern-Canaan border marked in red ink, and all the way to the white city of Media—the ribbon apparently referring to the Crescent River.

Mayer Rosenthal was now propping his hands on the table, leaning over to observe the sand table, listening intently to Chief of Staff Steig's deducing the battle process, not even noticing that someone was coming in.

With a whip in his hand, Stig swiped back and forth on the sandbox, talking. Jenna craned her neck curiously, looked over the sand table, and realized that the area outlined by Stig corresponded to the hinterland of the Crescent River Valley, and the small green house he poked with his whip must be the agricultural center of southern Xinjiang, "Sweetwater Town". Looking at Steg's fierce gestures, as if he was holding a knife instead of a whip, he wanted to slash Sweetwater to pieces.

"Steig, is that hateful to Sweetwater so much?" The half-scorpion sorceress muttered under her breath.

The burly man standing at the big table heard the movement, turned to the four of Jenna and nodded: "Please wait, Your Excellency the Governor will be almost done." ”

"Good evening, General Manfred." Jenna bowed to the Captain of the Knights. There were not many people in Medes who deserved her true admiration, and Manfred was one of them.

"Okay, Steg, your explanation is wonderful, but I'm still the same question, is this combat plan a little too complicated? You know, the more complex the tactic, the more likely it is to have surprises when executed. Mayer frowned.

"Your Excellency the Governor, the troops participating in the southern Xinjiang operation this time are all elite, not to mention the tactical literacy of the Wind Knights and the Sand Knights, the teams of Jenna, Tars, Chuck and Koze also have strict discipline and super execution, and are fully qualified for the combat tasks assigned to them." Steig sticks to his battle plan.

Mayer stared at the sand table and thought for a few seconds, then looked up at Stig with an unconcealed worry in his eyes: "According to your plan, can we end this war in three days?" If it drags on too long and alarms the big men in Bethlehem, I'm afraid it won't be my turn to call the shots. ”