"We need you to find reliable subordinates within the enemy, to gather these young men of Herodir who were forcibly recruited before the war, and to strike a blow against Somer's army at a critical time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoDon't communicate with us for the rest of the day, we'll send someone to contact you before the war. ”

A letter with no head on its head and no name, but Derrieman knew from the handwriting that it was written by his own boss. He also understood what the dark elf's "new" meant.

Even the strongest fortress can be breached from within. To deal with Somo's tactics, if Wei Xu didn't want to create more killing karma on the battlefield, he could only try his best to counter these young men. Fortunately, Derryman entered the Somer Auxiliary Defense Army by mistake, which also made things turn around. The job of a spy is not too difficult for a thief like Dereman.

Behind the surface is a compulsory course for thieves, but Deriman doesn't use it often. Now, Derryman finally got the chance to hone his skills once again.

No one on Somer's side thought that Banyue would send any spies to infiltrate his team in advance, after all, the distance between the two sides was still a bit far, and it was really not worth sending all kinds of spy scouts before the battle. It takes a lot of effort to send a message over such a long distance......

"Drink! For our victory! The black-robed Master Somer at the head raised his glass high, and the elves in various armors below raised their glasses at the same time.

Dereman is now the captain of the Somer Defense, in charge of all the strong men who have been forcibly recruited from Selodil. Naturally, he had the right to attend this pre-war oath.

"Drink!" At this moment, Deleman raised his glass like a fanatic of Somer's regime, and shouted loudly, his face full of enthusiasm for the war.

Even the arrogant Somer government is not exempt from vulgarity, and after a reunification toast, the next thing is the time of "scuffle".

Staggered, cups and cups, heads-up and group fights, besieged and besieged, those who are not strong enough to drink, or lead singing, or snore. Staggered out the door, stumbled down the steps, and came with a good time.

This can be said to be the last meal of wine before victory, and in which army it was, drinking alcohol in wartime was prohibited. Therefore, before every expedition, there will be such a banquet, and at this time, everyone drinks with their throats open and eats with their bellies open. Because no one knows if the meal they drink will be the last in their lives, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, as long as it is wartime, these days may become the death day of everyone present......

"Look...... How is our captain? The first High Elf mage looked at Derryman, who was being wheeled below, and gently shook the wine in his glass.

He was asking no one else, it was Joel, the wood elf next to him.

"Your Excellency...... I think Riddle has an almost fanatical loyalty to us, and he also has his own unique methods in training, the key is that although his personal strength is not the strongest, it is already comparable to most of us......" The Wood Elf hurriedly replied to his boss, the commander-in-chief of the attack on the Half Moon Lord.

"Ah...... It's just perfect...... How nice it would be if he were an elf......" The High Elf mage sighed softly.

"What do you mean...... Your Excellency," Joel looked at the adult in front of him, his face full of confusion.

The high elf mage let out a long sigh of relief: "If it is not my race, its heart will be different!" No matter how good and perfect his performance is, we have to take care of him, and he is still a pig under us! At best, it's just a pig king......"

"Your Excellency......" The Wood Elf was about to speak, but was interrupted by the High Elf Mage's next words.

"Yoel, you're still too young to be trained. You must know that when the King of Pigs is strong enough, he can rush out of our pigsty with a herd of pigs......" With that, the High Elf Mage got up and walked to his bedroom in the back, leaving Joel alone in a daze.

"Lord Joel, why are you here alone?" A month of getting along with each other has made Deriman and Joel's relationship a lot more familiar.

“…… Yes? Ah, Mistress Philip was talking to me just now. Joel was clearly the kind of young man who had not been well versed in the world, and Dereeman saw a sense of danger in his face when he looked at himself.

"Haha, I didn't expect adults to be in a daze." Derryman smiled naturally and brushed off the embarrassment as if he hadn't seen anything. "Here, my lord, a toast to victory!"

"Good! Cheers! Driven by Deriman's straightforward mood, Joel's thoughts just now were also put out of his mind. Toast and drink, the two of them really look as close as comrades-in-arms......

It was night, and everyone was heading to their tents, and of course Delhiman was no exception.

"Your Excellency, are you back?" Delhiman had just entered the tent, and the lamps in the tent were not lit. But just then, a voice came from behind Derryman.

"You three are here? Isn't it discovered?" said Derryman, as if he had known it for a long time, as he lit the lamp to himself.

From the outside, Derryman could only be seen lighting the lamp in his tent. Being in the enemy camp, there are eyeliners everywhere, and even if you meet the three squadron leaders under your command, you can only be cautious.

"Don't worry, sir, outsiders think we've fallen asleep after drinking too much......," another voice said.

Delhiman didn't look back, but took a jug of water from the bucket next to him, and poured it on his head smoothly, as if he wanted to wash it. At the same time, he said: "Tomorrow we will advance, according to the secret I have gotten, they put our relatives on the battlefield back then, as cannon fodder to shock the enemy's position and shake the enemy's morale......"

"What! These brutes! Another voice spoke.

"They never treated us like one kind! We're just beasts in their hands that they can throw away at any moment......" Derriman said as he took a shower, his tone so flat. "So, for the sake of our loved ones, we must rebel!"

"Good!" Several people who were hiding in the dark should drink one after another.

"But my lord...... This kind of thing is known only to us, and the current Somo defense of us is worse than letting the wolves...... How do we tell them? The apparently clever of the three spoke, after drinking Driman's words. The more people you can cater to, the easier it will be to succeed, but the way Sommer is dealing with the people who have formed an army of the inhabitants of Cellodil now makes it more dangerous for one more person to know about such a thing.

"Needless to say, when the time comes, with us taking the lead, and with the prestige we have accumulated in a few days, we can lead everyone to escape from Ascension in the face of such a situation." Derryman swallowed the rest of the water and walked to his bed as he spoke.

"Yes, sir!" These three people were all Delhiman's henchmen who had secretly been cultivated in this team, and they did not hesitate in the face of Delhiman's orders at this moment.

"By the way......" Before going to bed, Derhelman suddenly said when he went to turn off the lights, "Somer has begun to fear my prestige, and from tomorrow you will try to find fault with me, and act more seriously." Don't be reluctant to give you the elixir of eloquence. ”

With that, Derriman had come to the lamp, and with a blow of the whistle, the tent was dark again......

Another place in Somer's barracks.

"My lord, Riddle finished the banquet today, and after going back, he scrubbed his body and slept without moving."

"Well, okay, continue to monitor tomorrow!"