I don't know if Sir Sophie found out what Aine was saying or if he really had it in his heart, but he didn't let Ain see any special reaction, just nodded slightly, and kicked the ball to Ain.

"Baron Ain, since you're coming from the Northwest Fortress, you should know more about the war than I have ever received from a place where I can't receive summons."

Aine felt tricky at this time, because he didn't know how to talk about it, because he didn't have the kind of alchemy instrument that could accept the transmission, and his magic attainments could not support his long-distance communication, so naturally there was no way to receive first-hand news from Baishan City.

But if you don't talk about it, it seems that it is a bit in vain to prove that there is something wrong with the message that Sir Sophie has now received......

However, Aine can't hesitate, because as long as he hesitates, then Sir Sophie, who is not very friendly to Ain, will think of something......

"Sir Sophie, I actually don't have a way to communicate with White Mountain City, but I only know that on the way from the interior of the White Mountain Range to Fort Sophie, I encountered more than one Drew army......" After a moment of hesitation, Aine said this sentence directly and smoothly.

Maybe it's because from a certain point of view, Aine didn't hesitate at all when he spoke, and he almost acted in his true colors.

Sir Sophie was silent, and although Aine did not know what he was thinking, he knew that he was right.

"What size of the Drew army." After a moment of silence, Sir Sophie added another question, but at this time, Aine was already prepared. It is even said that the question raised by Sir Sophie was expected by Al Ain, and was almost the same as what Al Ain had previously envisioned.

"They are all undead knights, and there are not many of them, but there is a team of undead knights with strength that I can't feel." Ain's words are still so plausible, if you calm down and feel it, there are some deliberately misleading ingredients in it.

Indeed, neither Sir Sophie, who is now in front of Ain, nor the military mage named George, know Ain's true arcane attainments, and even Ain's inference just now gave them the appearance that Aine is a very powerful mage, and even Harden, who originally had a little bit of knowledge of Ain's strength, was confused - because Harden he didn't see the quasi-legendary undead knight, Gustav.

Based on the fact that Ain's arcane attainments are not low, Sir Sophie's judgment is very limited, basically the same as the judgment path that Aine preset when he said this, and Aine can almost grasp the initiative of the entire conversation from a certain point of view.

"The direction of these undead knights...... It can't be for Sophieburg, right? Although Sir Sophie's question was what Ain had anticipated when he said something a little misleading in the game, as he listened to Sir Sophie's words, Ain keenly caught the slightest difference—when he first spoke, Sir Sophie's indifferent and somewhat unbelievable tone, and then suddenly began to tremble a little unconsciously, as if there was a contrast, but it was concealed by Sir Sophie's interruption in the conversation.

"Old fox ......" Aine could only shake his head, thinking to himself. Originally, when I heard Sir Sophie's non-caring tone, I thought I had caught a little fox by the tail, but I didn't expect it to be covered up like this.

"The general direction isn't too wrong, but it doesn't exactly coincide with the location of Sophieburg, I think you know what I mean." Ain's words seemed a bit like a guess, but Sir Sophie did understand it.

The general direction is not too wrong, it means that these undead knights are performing an offensive mission, and as for the direction does not coincide with Sophieburg, it means that their purpose is not Sophieburg. It would seem a bit too arbitrary to tell Sir Sophie openly and directly that their direction was White Mountain City, because the Undead Knight is a cavalry unit with a very strong ability to adapt to the terrain. It is not so easy to judge the direction of an ordinary human cavalry unit by a trend of action, let alone judge the cavalry with high terrain adaptability such as the Undead Knight.

After frowning and thinking for a while, Sir Sophie's forehead was still not stretched, and he asked in that slightly puzzled tone, "Is it the rear of White Mountain City?" ”

Aine didn't use a wordplay like a wordplay this time, and gave an affirmative answer.

"As you can see. But I don't think it's the ...... we want."

"These cursed bones...... Sir Sophie clenched the fist of his right hand, "Well, the worst will soon happen to me, Sophie?" ”

Ain shook his head, but nodded again and said, "Impossible, it's impossible, but it's only a worst-case scenario - because there was actually a big road between White Mountain City and Far Winter City before, and it was a very flat and safe road......"

"May the glory of the 'Platinum Dragon' shelter us......," Sir Sophie made a gesture of prayer to Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon, and then prayed with words in his mouth.

Ain seemed to be quietly waiting for the now-seemingly devout Bahamut believer to finish his prayers, but by this time he was already using the bookshelf in his mind to start retrieving information about his Sir Sophie - not only the official sources, the official historical accounts that would be released later, but also the gossip posts at the beginning of the game, the rumors among the players.

"His Majesty Bahamut is righteous and noble, and we, as his followers on earth, ought to protect the weak for the sake of His honour - I suppose that Baron Ain, Your Excellency, and the people of your father's father, and those civilians who have suffered because of this war provoked by the filthy spirits of the dead, may find temporary refuge in my Fort Sophie. I wanted to make the trek from the White Mountains to my Fort Sophie, and it must have been a hard journey. ”

Just as Sir Sophie had transformed into a magic stick, Ain's side had already sifted through the gossip from the gossip in the database on the bookshelf in his head.