Paladin Nocy was very interested in such a suggestion. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He has a completely different style from the Night Mage Silon, who likes to hammer out a basic direction first and let his men discuss some specific details.

But Nossi doesn't usually do that. Because he knows that with his own identity, once he sets a tone first, then his subordinates will be in respect and reverence for themselves, and there must be no way to deviate from this general direction. He likes to let everyone play their own role, form concrete opinions in discussions, and then keep cutting out the unreasonable. This will not only help you solve the problem, but also expand your thinking in a wide range of discussions.

Of course, this approach also has certain drawbacks. Most obviously, such discussions are likely to be too broad to be relevant, and sometimes lead to conflicts. At this point, it will be up to Nossi to make the final decision.

Of course, this paladin also knows that even if he is a more rational person, sometimes he will inevitably fall into the wrong train of thought and cannot extricate himself. Therefore, these small leaders selected by him can be counted as wise and brave, which can also allow them to form a kind of supervision.

All people's ideas are gathered together, and finally they are judged by a very wise summary, and then handed over to everyone to evaluate their reasonableness. Although the process of making a decision may seem a bit complicated, the thinking of several people is always much stronger than that of one person. From this point of view, Noxi's side is already a cut above Silen.

"Alright, we can get in touch with the City Lord now, and ask him to arrange a number of neutral races for us to spare. Divide your paladins carefully, set aside a part of them, whether the Night Army attacks us or not, these people cannot move, and finally decide whether to help the front or stick to the rear according to the situation on the battlefield. ”

After the paladin Nossi finished speaking, he looked at Bishop Lawrence next to him, and saw that the other party did not say anything, so he waved his hand and asked his generals to do their own things.

"Lord Nosse," seeing that everyone had already left, Bishop Lawrence couldn't help but ask, "Do you really think that the Night Race would choose to attack us at this time?" ”

The bishop's thinking was obviously the same as that of ordinary people, thinking that the Night Race would not have the courage to carry out a surprise attack at a time when the Light Race was all on guard.

But Nossi's Lslu is different.

Although the Night Race's revenge was only his guess, this paladin had a knack for planning ahead. There is a certain basis for such speculation, although he has not really lived with the leader of the dark night, Sileng, but after so many years of being under the same roof, he has long had a certain understanding of the other party's style of acting.

"According to the temper of the leader of the Night Race, Sileng, I won't last more than three days, so I should take the initiative to come to the door." Nossi replied.

In fact, it didn't take as long as three days. Late that night, the Night Army had quietly assembled, starting from a dark night abyss passage not far from Dijia City, and marching in the direction of the city.

This time, most of the large and medium-sized monsters that appeared on the surface were large and medium-sized monsters. Because Sirloin wanted to deliberately create the effect of a large number of people, most of the teams were arranged loosely, and at first glance it seemed to stretch far away.

Because he had long been afraid of the Night Race, the Bishop had already arranged many scouts in the vicinity of Dija City. These guys stayed motionless during the day and darkness, and in most cases kept a close eye on the movements around them, except for the necessary supplies, for fear of delaying the fighter plane because of one of their mistakes.

That night, a small group of scouts on the west side of Dija City were scattered in their respective positions. The reason why you have to act alone is to avoid being hit by the enemy in one pot. There were ten people in the team, five of whom were knights of the neutral race, and the remaining five were paladins of the light race.

Such an arrangement is the practice of Dijia City and the entire Central Empire, and is in line with the requirements of equality between the Light and Neutral camps. And in reality, you never know if it's the Night Race or the armies of neighboring countries that will come to attack the city, so it's necessary to arrange for the two forces to cross.

The moon in the sky is very round, which proves that this is a very rare sunny day. However, such a clear night did not reduce the chill on the scouts, and the cold wind blowing from the vast plains of the northern kingdom of Kimo made them feel as if their entire bodies were being slashed by knives.

"Brother, let's have a drink."

A knight who was nearly middle-aged suddenly approached the side of a young paladin. The latter glanced at him, silently picked up the flask next to him and handed it to him.

"Thank you." The middle-aged man thanked him, and then leaned next to him and drank his wine.

The young paladin frowned slightly and looked around: "My lord, are you going back to your place?" Standing here like this is easy to expose and dangerous. ”

"Danger? Where is the danger? The middle-aged knight pretended to look around, and suddenly burst out laughing, "In this kind of place where birds don't shit, in such a cold weather, there is not even a ghost shadow, we are going to starve and freeze here." Where have all those nobles and high clergy gone! What the fuck! If your Lord Lanno is truly a hero, he should guard this place in your place. ”

Hearing the middle-aged knight insulting the idol in his mind, the muscles on the young paladin's face couldn't help but twitch: "What a drunkard. ”

"Drunkard? You mean me? Apparently the middle-aged man was really drunk and pointed to his nose with his finger, "Ghost? Am I not a race of the night? Hahaha......"

"Coax!"

Inexplicably, the same huge pincers snatched out of the middle-aged man's chest. The paladin was shocked, and he had already seen the black-brown monster behind the other party.

Judging from its size and appearance, it should be considered a mantis-like monster, with a head that is much taller than a normal human, and even taller than a horse-headed man. Its brown arms were full of explosive muscles and sparse hair; At the front of the arm are two large forceps that look like bony structures and are very sharp.

Exclusive to the Night Race, this creature is agile and light, powerful, and can be domesticated. At first, I don't know who gave it a name, called "Meat Mantis". And this meat mantis belongs to a witch. (To be continued.) )