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Although Nossey has always been cautious, this time the situation is special, so he did not take care of the bishop's psychology in the previous way, but arranged it according to his own ideas.

It was a while before he realized what kind of trouble he was causing by doing this. Facts have proved that only when power is in one's own hands can one avoid the fate of being at the mercy of others.

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Most of the road to the valley is wilderness. It's not easy to find a hiding place in such a place.

But the Night Race is definitely an exception, these guys are elusive, and it's easy to dig a hole in the ground and hide in. And there are some more perverted ones, like Lan Ze, who don't even have a form.

The scout knight who informed Lawrence and Nosse of the raid by the Night Race had lied. After seeing the knight's death, they realized that they were no match for the Night Race, so they all fled into the city, never daring to go out again.

However, although they did not investigate in person, they sent another team: the Stalker Squads of the Neutral Race. This squad is not under the jurisdiction of the Lord of the City or any of the Templars, and Twenty is in the nature of a mercenary, secretly controlled by a great nobleman.

Compared to the Light Race and the Normal Neutral Race, the Goblin is much more capable of lurking at night. Dressed in robes similar to those of Night Mages, they move extremely fast, and do not make any noise during their movements, allowing them to fool most canines.

Aware of the dangers of this trip, the goblin stalkers do not have the right to make their own decisions. The people who run these guys are the kind of blood-sucking aristocrats who only recognize profits. Since they can make money, they don't care if they lose a goblin.

This mission is to go to the front to find out the strength of the Night Race, which can be described as dangerous and dangerous. However, because the Scout Leader, who is the employer, did not elaborate on the extent to which they needed to be investigated, the goblins were given the opportunity to exploit the loopholes.

"Are we really going to the front?" A goblin asked his companion next to him.

They had been lowered from the walls, and under their feet they were moving rapidly in advance under the darkness of the night with flying scrolls that they had bought at great expense from alchemists.

"We're not that stupid." Hearing his words, the leader of the Goblin Stalker team in front of him suddenly spoke, "Our main task on weekdays is to secretly follow a noble lady to find her mistress, help the noble ladies catch pets and other things. Now we are asked to sell our lives, and there is no door. ”

"The most important thing is that there is not enough pay for working hard. Our big boss is even more calculating than the devil," the other goblin then muttered, "As the smartest goblin of the neutral race of Atlantis, we can't afford to let them take advantage." ”

"You robbed me of my words." The goblin squad leader was slightly unhappy, then looked at the people next to him, "Brothers, when we are out of sight of those guys on the city wall, we will turn around and go somewhere else." Who cares how many of those Night Race bastards there are, we just need to give us a rough number when we get back. You listen to the voices in the distance, I guess there are tens of thousands of Night races. ”

Others chimed in, and some had already figured out how to report to their employers: "We'll say that there are too many Dark Night Races to count." ”

After solving this problem, the group of goblins all felt very relieved. They jumped down from the flying scrolls, looked back in the direction of the city gate, and thought that no one should see it, so they all turned around and walked in the other direction, hiding in a safer place.

Every few moments, the group of goblins would send two or three of them to report the situation to the city. Of course, all the information is false, and the wording is very vague, such as "the number of the Night Army is very large, and it is not clear how many people can count it", "The Night Army is moving slowly, and it is estimated that it will take some time to reach Dija City".

The goblins, who were hiding in the pits and resting, had been listening to movements to guess the number and speed of the Night Races. After a while, they apparently noticed the problem: although the "clang" sound kept ringing, the frequency didn't change much, and it didn't appear to be a change in distance.

"Why are these guys so slow?" The goblin squad leader complained, "If it goes on like this, I will add a sentence when I report to the rear in a while, saying that the Night Army is resting in place, and I don't know when it will set off again." ”

In Dijia City, it was already a mess at the moment, just like the situation in the Half Moon Alliance's Hot Flow City.

The scout team's reports kept coming from the front, and it sounded like something was not going well. The neutral races were limited in their ability to deal with the Night races, but the lord was very open-minded and ordered the defenders to open the gates on the other side of the city, giving the neutral races a chance to escape and take refuge.

But the light race in the city, along with the defenders of the neutral race, will have to stick to where they are. Under such circumstances, in fact, the fates of the two camps of light and neutrality are closely linked. This consciousness has taken shape since the Battle of the Night.

"Too many to count?" Bishop Lawrence was shocked, even annoyed, and the hand holding the scepter clenched tightly, but did not say a word.

"What you saw with your own eyes?" Nossi asked.

"Yes...... It's what our scout team sees. The scout bowed his head and said a plausible answer with a nervous face.

Fortunately, Nossi didn't continue to ask, and waved his hand at him: "Probe again." ”

When the scout went out, the bishop suddenly stood up and looked at Nosse: "Lord Nosse, you have heard everything. If we don't make a decision now, it will be too late to come to the aid of our people and the Night Race. ”

Lawrence's voice was somewhat loud and visibly very impatient. But Nossey was still frowning, and his mind was racing. At this time, the wise men under his command are not there, and he needs to keep a clear head.

"Could it really be that I miscalculated?"

Paladin Nosse began to have doubts about his previous arrangement. Although he felt that the Night Race had a good reason to carry out a sneak attack in the rear, it was only speculation on the part of him and his men. It would be foolish to only believe in such seemingly reasonable speculations and ignore the facts in front of us.

Thinking about it like this, Nossi changed her mind. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.