The sea breeze was salty, but Dacula thought it might be a lot better than the white land. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info although the wind is blowing, but it is not cold. This cool feeling is a favorite of its fur race.

"Master Marlowe, where are you going?" A passing Argonian merchant asked with some curiosity as he looked at Marlowe, who looked haggard, and the guards who were busy behind him.

"Hmm...... Recently, His Majesty has been a little uneasy, and needs me to take my personal guards to guard it for a few days. Marlowe's answer was a bit far-fetched, but the Argonian still heard what it didn't want him to know. The two of them are business dealings. Many times, when the Argons carried some smuggled goods through the port, they would give Mallo some treasures to make him raise his noble hand. The friendship is shallow, so there is no need to say deeply.

"Snort......," Dacula laughed disdainfully at the bottom of the docks. Protect the Emperor? I'm afraid I learned that I escaped, so I'm going to move in and hide from the brotherhood with that old guy from the emperor. ”

As Dacula guessed, how can there be a way to guard against thieves all the time? The possibility of taking the initiative now disappeared with the dilapidated location of the only sanctum sanctuary they knew. All Marlowe can do is defend passively. It's not that easy to talk about passive defense. So he applied with the old emperor and transferred himself to the ship where the old emperor was hiding.

The son's revenge has been avenged, and at this time, he needs to think about how to save his life. There are many examples of snakes not dying, but suffering from them in this world. Marlowe pondered how to clean up the remnants of the Brotherhood as he paced back and forth on the wooden partition of the docks, unaware that he was the man he was guarding day and night beneath his feet.

There was a soft "poof" sound, and no one noticed, not even Marlowe himself was in a trance because of what happened today, and half of the dagger stretched out from between the cracks in the plank, gently leaving a wound on the sole of his foot.

"Hmm...... It said that only four members of the Brotherhood had survived when they left. A madman, a little girl, a Redguard, and the cat man......" Marlowe kept muttering about the four surviving Brotherhood members as if he were sick. He felt his brain getting duller and his eyelids heavier......

What's going on? Why is your spirit so bad today? He tried to shake his head, trying to sober himself up. But when he shook his head, he immediately felt that the world was spinning and his head was top-heavy.

"Poof......" The water splashed, and the guards who had just been carrying things on the shore found that their adults had fallen into the water.

"Your Excellency!" One of the nearest guards hurried to the shore and looked at the place where Marlowe had fallen. The water on the shore was not deep, and he thought that Marlowe had stumbled and fallen, and he did not think of anything else.

But at this look, a cold sweat appeared out of thin air behind this guard. The sea had turned blood-red by the time he looked at it, and Marlowe's body was floating quietly on the surface of the sea with the undulations of the waves.

"Alert! There are assassins! Your Excellency has been assassinated......" He subconsciously called out to the other companions. While guarding against possible recurrence of the Assassins around them, several men hurriedly salvaged Marlowe's body. The wound was on the neck, but to their surprise none of them saw the Assassin's whereabouts. The only thing he saw was that he saw Officer Marlowe stumble and fall into the sea, but he thought that the adults were in a trance because of overthinking.

No one noticed the wound at Marlowe's feet, and even if they did, they thought he had caused it himself. A wound that is so shallow, and not blackened by poisoning, simply cannot be fatal.

No one noticed that on the beach not far away, the undulating tide had rolled up the two empty bottles. If there was an alchemist in his possession, then he would be able to identify one of them as an underwater breathing potion and the other as a paralyzing potion......

Bremde border, Somer army rear camp. The cries and howls were incessant.

"Where are you taking us?"

"Woo...... Father...... I want my dad ......."

A mad old man in ragged clothes, as if stimulated, screamed frantically at the moment of seeing such a battle, and rushed towards the back of the crowd.

"Don't ...... No! I don't want to go to the front...... I don't want to die......" he howled as he ran back. This action quickly attracted the attention of the others, and the voices of resistance and wails in the crowd became even worse for a while.

Stretch your bow and shoot your arrows. It was the first time Joel had killed an unarmed old man. But he had to. It would be bad if this old man was allowed to continue and incite a human uprising.

Somer Battalion Camp.

"My lord! Did the brutes get moving? Why didn't you let us out in the name of pre-war mobilization? A squadron leader standing side by side with Delhiman asked quietly.

"The Half Moon Leader has started to attack, and it is estimated that they are driving away our family neighbors......" Derriman was surprisingly calm at this time. Whenever he was confronted with this life-and-death decision, he would do so. This was true in the Dwarven ruins, and it is still true now.

"What!" The squadron leader's body trembled visibly, but fortunately they were now at the back of their own squadron and were not seen.

"Quiet! We only have one chance! And now is not the best time for us! Delhiman grabbed the arm of the squadron leader next to him, signaling him not to get too excited, so as not to be exposed.

In a short time, the group of soldiers of the Auxiliary Defense Team standing in the camp did not wait for the so-called mobilization speech, but the neat army of Somer.

"The enemy army has been killed, form a formation to meet the enemy!" As the herald arrived, the current Captain of the Assistance Team sneaked a glance at Dacula and shouted at his signal. Months of training allowed the fighters to line up in a phalanx in a matter of seconds.

Under the leadership of the herald, the team of nearly 1,000 people slowly walked out of the entire camp and arrived at the position where they should exist. Behind was Somer's infantry, and in the back row were Somer's archers and mage regiments, and the cavalry on both sides spread out towards the wings, surrounding the human defense team in the middle, as if they were afraid that they would escape......

"Your Excellency?" The squadron leader next to him asked quietly, wondering why he didn't see his family in front of him.

"It's coming, it's definitely not now......" The release of this cannon fodder used to impact the enemy's formation is extremely strict in its timing requirements, which will lead to a cannon fodder rebellion too soon, and too late will be too late to organize an effective lineup before the enemy attacks. Derryman didn't understand this, but he vaguely felt that Somer would never stuff that group of old and weak women and children into it at this time. That's unwise......