Three days flew by. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the second day when Wu Ming was ready to go, Old Corbett had already sent someone to bring Nicole into the city in advance and place her in the best mage school in Canglong City. Since it was a school that entered through the relationship of the dark moon, Nicole's future situation would definitely not be able to escape the surveillance of the entire alliance, Wu Ming knew this, but he did not express any opinion from beginning to end.

There are two reasons: one is that the current Nicole is of no value, and Wu Ming does not believe that the other party will risk offending himself to do something harmful to the girl; The second is the trust in old Coubert. Although Wu Ming and the old man got along for a short time, they probably estimated the character of this person, and since the other party was willing to promise that he would always take care of Nicole during his lifetime, Wu Ming also believed the old man's promise.

The day after the little maid left, Wu Ming completed the land and house transfer procedures, and completely transferred the house he bought to Yang Deshan's name. In addition, he only took 10 gold coins and a bag of spare clothes from the house, and left the rest of the money and belongings at home, thinking that if he could not come back in the future, it would be the last little thought left to his grandfather and grandson.

Autumn in another world came very late, according to the autumn equinox of the imperial calendar on the sixteenth of mid-October, and the date of the war god leading the team to open up the wasteland was also set on this day.

The leaves of the plane trees in the suburbs are falling.

On the evening of the 15th, when the sun was setting, Wu Ming came to the plain on the outskirts of the city with his package on his back, and looked at the endless sky along the river.

Dozens of elite assassins trained by Darkmoon were across the river from him.

Dressed in black tights, Dale stood in front of the black-clad assassins, her gaze extremely cold, her pupils faintly glowing golden in the glow of the setting sun, as if blended with the blood-colored fire clouds. It wasn't until she saw Wu Ming's figure that she slowly withdrew her gaze.

Even across a river, Wu Ming could hear the snort coming from the girl's mouth.

He smiled faintly and lifted his feet to cross the river with ease.

I forgot to mention that from the moment he went out, Wu Ming abandoned Adam's identity and switched account roles. In his prediction, he may not need the identity of "Adam" for a long time.

"Let's go." The girl turned away with a blank face.

She was still a little reluctant to cooperate with Wu Ming until this time, and Wu Ming didn't force it, he just followed behind Dai'er quickly and asked symbolically: "Where are we going?" ”

The girl hurried forward without saying a word, but one of the black-clad assassins stopped and replied, "Daredevil territory." ”

Wu Ming heard the voice a little familiar, and when he turned his head to look, he realized that this person was Duke Raven, the town's security captain, and this drunkard uncle was no longer the sloppy appearance when the two first met. As a member of the elite team of Assassins, Duke wore a tight-fitting black suit woven from a special material, a square-top felt hat on his head, and his beard, which had been full of messy sideburns, was also trimmed and orderly, and his whole appearance looked like that of a standard middle-aged gentleman.

"The battlefield is in the territory of the Daredevil Clan?" Wu Ming was a little puzzled, would the Night Demon Clan be so selfless as to contribute their territory to the military gods and a few holy realms?

"Not there." Duke glanced at him and smiled, "We're in charge of holding the rear of the Allied forces, and by the way, monitoring the movements of the aliens. ”

Wu Ming sighed, and immediately understood the goal of this operation. Old Corbett had said before that he didn't have to fight the god of war, as long as he could keep Dale from retreating.

Not participating in frontal combat, hiding behind to protect key people is indeed quite in line with the style of the Assassins.

Wu Ming glanced at the petite back of the girl in the gallop, and was very happy to accept such a situation, there are always too many things in this world that can work without help.

The group galloped across the plain at full speed, and soon entered the black and oppressive forest, and it happened that the sun also set the horizon at this time, and an eerie chill oozed from the whole forest.

As Wu Ming and the others advanced at full speed, the shadows around them became more and more weird. Those shadows may be the hallucinations of people after seeing too many dark shadows, or they may be beasts and birds lurking in the shadows, or even ghosts and ghosts that are actually dead in the jungle. Fortunately, the assassins were stained with too much blood on weekdays, so how could they care about this little ghost in their hearts?

Dale opened the leather map in her hand, shook it with a small searchlight, and then stopped in the woods and clapped her hands for the people to set up their tents and rest.

Many of the elite Assassins looked like masters of long journeys, and their movements when they took out their tents were uniform, and the division of labor between them was extremely orderly. Every group of four people set up the four corners of the tent, one more person in the center to direct the dispatch, then a dozen people quickly set up five campfires, and some idle people were responsible for patrolling the surroundings or exploring water sources.

Wu Ming, who didn't know anything about survival in the wild, stood aside like a scarecrow.

"It's useless." Dai'er passed by Wu Ming with a pile of firewood neatly cut with a wind knife, and snorted at him to show the contempt in her heart.

Wu Ming didn't laugh angrily, he leaned up like a modest attendant, and stretched out his hands towards her: "I'll help you." ”

Dale was stunned, where would she really ask this nasty guy to help?

"Hmph, pretend to be a gentleman?"

In the end, Dai'er, who really couldn't find a topic to oppose, snorted coldly, and walked away with firewood by herself, leaving Wu Ming rubbing the dust on his nose in place.

The night grew darker.

In the dark jungle, a group of lightly armored soldiers walked through the shadows of the colorful trees, led by an old man in a white cannon coat, with a sterling silver cross hanging from his chest, and his beard almost hanging down to his abdomen.

The old man was none other than Archbishop Reims.

The soldiers behind Lance were neatly dressed, all dressed in white and blue. Unlike ordinary clergy and papal soldiers, the first two rows of soldiers each held a heavy, long shield in their left hand, and the blood-red cross symbol on the front of the shield stood out in the dim moonlight.

Another team of centaurs appeared in the dark world.

The Holy See team and the other team reconciled, and the two sides discussed in secret for an unknown amount of time, and finally heard only a few sharp whistles, which caused a crunch of salsa in the woods.

A group of men and horses quickly evacuated.

Lance looked at the distant shadow of the other party, and his right hand kept drawing on the sterling silver cross on his chest. The Holy See soldiers behind him stood in place with great training, like stone sculptures in the dark night, and the blood-red cross could not bring a little warm breath.

Wu Ming woke up.

Sleeping on the thick tree trunk, he was awakened by a sound of squirming footsteps, and after instinctively sensing that something was wrong, he directly turned over and fell from the trunk of more than ten meters, and did not make a sound when he landed.

ps: I'm physically and mentally exhausted.,I don't want to code words these days.,Alas,Commemorate the dead Quanqinjun.。。。 (To be continued.) )