Sommer is very good at brainwashing, under the brainwashing offensive of this government. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe battle of the Red Ring was washed clean in the land of Celedir. There was a lot of talk about how powerful Somer was, how the empire was declining, and how abandoned the province had been abandoned by the imperial family.

The original brainwashers may have been killed, but they did not expect that this kind of brainwashing would one day harm their own people. In such an atmosphere, many of Somer's generals felt that human beings were nothing more than that. This underestimation also deviates this war waged by one regime against one territory......

At the entrance to the mountain pass, a brigade of golden-armored warriors was driving over.

"Who's there?!" The High Elf Commander said, suddenly shooting an arrow into a bush. Unfortunately, the arrow didn't hit the creature inside, because before the arrow reached the grass, the creature inside had already jumped out - it was a saber-toothed tiger.

"Haha, my lord has good eyesight!" The dark elf smiled and randomly ordered a few warriors who looked strong: "You guys, catch that guy for the adults, and we'll drink saber-toothed tiger broth tonight!" ”

"Yes!" The five or six warriors who were targeted responded to the call, and began to attack the saber-toothed tiger with their bows and arrows.

The saber-toothed tiger glared back at the group of people with a spiritual spirit, rushed left and right, dodged the attack, and ran into the distance......

"I'll go! You bastards! Even such a big guy is high! Go for it! The dark elf lieutenant apprehended to pat the helmet of the warrior closest to him and shouted.

"Forget it, we don't care about the saber-toothed tiger, all of us set up camp!" As the commander, the high elf said with a smile, and there was an indescribable ease in his tone.

"Huh? Your Excellency, are you happy? The Dark Elf Adjutant was a little puzzled by his boss's inexplicable mood.

"Haha, wasn't I worried about an ambush before, but now that I see this tiger, I can be sure that there is no ambush here, of course it's easy!" The High Elf Commander was in a good mood and didn't mind explaining it to his men.

"Oh?" The dark elf instantly understood, but he still pretended not to understand. This kind of inadvertently slapping behavior that makes the boss very cool can be said to be the ultimate skill of patting.

Sure enough, the high elf was very proud and began to explain to the dark elves: "Think about it, if they really have arrived here and arranged an ambush, how can such a large beast still ambush passers-by here?" So I conclude from this that there must be no ambush here! ”

"Your Excellency is really wise!" Following the words of the high elf, the dark elf looked suddenly enlightened, clapped his hands and praised the high elf very freely.

"Haha...... Follow me, learn more about these things, and it will be of great benefit when you lead the army in the future......" The high elf was very comfortable by this high-end favor. Listening to the tone, the whole person seems to float to the sky.

Halfway up the mountainside, the saber-toothed tiger, which had been driven away by Sommer, went back and went back quietly, and nested quietly on the edge of a bush. The grass, which had seemed to have no problem, suddenly moved, and a hand reached out from inside to caress the saber-toothed tiger's head.

"Good fellow, well done!" Laikas's voice came from inside.

"Woo......" The saber-toothed tiger squinted and raised his head, his face full of deterrence.

Let his contracted saber-toothed tiger play in front of the enemy, this method is a temporary method that Laikas came up with. He had known from his time in the forest that there were very few such large carnivores around the camp. Even if one or two come once in a while, they will turn around and run away when they see a tribe of wood elves living in groups. Animals are also spiritual, and they will definitely flee when they encounter elves that live in groups. And now letting the saber-toothed tiger walk around in front of the enemy is undoubtedly a great way to let the enemy relax his vigilance and send them a message that "there is no one else here".

Laikas didn't know if it would be successful or not, but when night fell and he saw that the group of nearly a thousand men had set up camp, but not a single scout had been released, he knew that the ambush had been successful.

In this world, for specially trained Assassins, the number of people was not a problem at all. Don't look at the fact that Laikas himself only brought five hundred men, but it was more than enough to use these five hundred to assassinate the opponent's thousand......

"Your Excellency?" Looking at the camp that had become silent, Weisman shouted quietly.

Laikas glanced sideways at him, motioned for him not to rush, and waited...... An assassin needs patience above all else. For the current Half-Moon Leader warriors, it is naturally much easier to deal with sleeping enemies than against awake enemies.

Although Sommer's army did not notice the existence of Laikas, their commander still arranged for a team of ten men to patrol a total of six teams, as was customary. After a few hours, the camp remained silent, but by this time all the Somer warriors who had not been on patrol had fallen into a deep sleep, conserving their strength to continue their journey tomorrow. And for the Half-Moon Leader warriors led by Laikas, this is also a good time to attack.

There was no wind and no clouds. The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, illuminating the surroundings.

But fortunately, it is a mountain col with some low bushes. The sound of the breeze blowing through the foliage drowned out the sound of the Half Moon Leader's movements.

This kind of fighting is more of a slaughter than a battle. Perhaps the sleeping commander was still thinking about waiting until tomorrow when he had crossed the mountains before starting to build the camp, and thinking that he would wait until he got a little closer to the half-moon to start sending out the open and secret sentinels together—but that was all if.

Six teams of sixty warriors, in different directions, in different places, at the same time, all died by the dark arrow, and before they died, they did not give the slightest alarm to their sleeping comrades.

In the most central tent, the high elf commander opened his eyes with concern, and he was wearing a big gulp. He hadn't dreamed for a long time, and it was a nightmare!

What's wrong? The high elf suddenly felt that the camp was a little strangely quiet, and there was a very strong smell in the air.

This is...... The smell of blood! A bad thought suddenly occurred to him. It shouldn't be, how can you meet the enemy at this time? The commander of Somer was about to shout something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a warm liquid gush out of his mouth. At the same time, as his consciousness gradually cleared, he finally felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if something was stuck there.

He slowly moved his gaze, and through the moonlight, he saw a pair of saber-toothed tiger eyes full of murderous intent......