In the darkness of the night, a silent procession approached the Cecil's camp under the cover of darkness.

Dressed in lightweight leather armor for ease of movement, and all the equipment they carried was painted black, the team was nimble and able to navigate the gravel-ridden wilderness.

It was a dark night without starlight, but their actions were still unaffected by the darkness.

This is a force formed by the Transcendents, who are the precious elite force of the Rock Fortress.

Decent nobles often disdain to carry out sneak attacks when conducting wars, and the warring parties agree on each other's time and place, and it is the rules of war in their minds to set up a dignified position and kill on the battlefield, but after this dignified aristocratic war rules are broken, experienced veterans will not know what to do - the so-called virtues of the nobles on the battlefield are nothing more than a fig leaf used to decorate the façade when plundering interests.

A flickering shadow swept across the grassy surface and coalesced beside a boulder, and other transcendents in nocturnal camouflage came to the figure in a few breaths. The leader of the Stalker who emerged from the shadows lowered his voice and whispered to his teammates: "It's almost there, be vigilant, and you will be the first to destroy the magic devices on those cars." ”

The Transcendents on the Sneak Attack mission secretly touched the small bag they had with them—the package contained magic scrolls that exploded enough to destroy the Cecil's magical devices, and these scrolls were the most valuable strategic resource of the Rock Fortress, each of which was made by experienced magicians with great painstaking efforts, and it was their job to ensure that these precious scrolls were used in the right place.

After a short rest, the attackers set out again, and the most powerful shadow forces of the night came from all directions, hiding their figures one by one in the depths of darkness, and soon their figures disappeared from the vast wasteland, leaving only the darkness that quickly shuttled through the grass.

Quite far away from them, in a thick patch of grass, a faint red light flickered.

A steel ranger in lightweight close-fitting armor withdrew his gaze from a distance, the red glimmer of the tactical eyepiece flickering on his helmet, he lowered his voice and whispered to the squad commander beside him, "Captain, I found another team, this team should be ours, right?" ”

The Tactical Eyepiece with the "Detect Distortion" effect is enough to detect most of the Stalkers' tracks, even in the dark, starless night, where sneak attackers with their supernatural abilities are undetectable.

"This team is ours, but don't act rashly just yet—those idiots are going into the minefield," the Iron Ranger squad leader whispered, "Brothers have spent so much time burying mines for half a day, at least one or two must be blown up." ”

"Hey, okay."

"Prepare the explosion first, and then fight when the enemy is in chaos."

The Iron Ranger warriors moved in the darkness, and ahead, the sneak attackers from the Rock Fortress were still moving fast towards their goal.

Swift black shadows weave through the gravel and weeds, like the ubiquitous night breeze, and Captain Stalker enjoys the feeling of walking freely in the dark, especially on a night when the night is dark and windy enough to kill.

The thick darkness is his armor, and the silent blade is best used to slit the throats of the lambs to the slaughter, and he likes this kind of work of controlling the life and death of others in the dark, although it is always a little thrilling, but it is accompanied by an intoxicating pleasure.

I heard that the explosion of those Cecil's heavenly fire was extremely terrifying, and even made the coalition of more than forty noble families in the south run away, but it is such a task that can bring enough sense of achievement: no matter how powerful the magic prop is, it has its weaknesses, and what the stalker is good at is to stick knives into these weaknesses.

A cool night breeze blew, blowing away some of the fog on the wasteland, and taking advantage of the darkness, the leader of the stalker and his team stepped lightly on a gravel field, and the moment they landed, a strange "click" suddenly reached his ears.

A stalker stopped in confusion, feeling something wrong with the soles of his feet: "I look like I'm stepping on something......"

The stalker said as he lifted his foot to see what was under his feet.

Then he found himself stepping on a flash of light that burst out under his feet.

A loud "boom" broke the silence of the night, and the stalkers who stepped on the mines flew into the sky in many batches, and at the moment of the explosion, the fastest reacting stalkers had suddenly burst out of their minds with the same word: trap!

The most powerful ability of the Stalker class, the speed, was fully activated at this moment, and the members of this team had begun to disperse in all directions as soon as their companions ascended to the sky, but no matter how fast they were, they could not compare to the shrapnel and rubble scattered in the explosion, and a series of screams rang out in an instant, and half of the team was affected by the explosion on the spot.

Captain Stalker was stronger after all, he relied on the crisis instinct he had cultivated over the years to get out of the blast range one step ahead of the others, but the loud noise and flash of light still made him dizzy, and in this fateful brief dizziness, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw one figure after another appear in the grass in the distance.

The battle instinct cultivated over the years allowed this mid-level stalker to forcibly resist the dizziness of his mind, and he immediately pulled out the short sword he was wearing, and the next second, his figure became blurred.

The Stalker should never be completely exposed to his enemies under any circumstances, and can only be invincible in combat by hiding his form—his mind flashes through the words of his mentor to him when he first became a transcendent, while his eyes are piercing at the figures of the ambushes emerging from the grass, waiting to see which daring one is the first to rush forward.

He's still confident in his close-quarters fighting abilities.

However, the first to rush in front of him was not those ambushers, but a powerful explosion?? Explode?? Shoot?? Hit!!

With the slight sound of a series of mechanical impacts, a sharp pop came from a distance, and one after another strange things wrapped in pale cyan magical light flew out of the strange weapons that the "grass lurkers" carried on their shoulders, streaked through the air in a swift and brief trajectory, and then landed at the feet of the stalkers one after another, followed by a series of shocking explosions.

There are many unique transcendent classes in this world, and as the "sharp knife warriors" of various forces, they have different ways of fighting.

The Ranger is skilled in jungle warfare, the Wanderer troops have great magical powers, the Royal Shadow Guard will jump out of their stealth state to unleash the Whirlwind Slash, and the Steel Rangers from Cecil's Territory ......

They will crouch in the grass, waiting for the sudden jump out to paste you in the face! P！ G！

Then run after the fight.

In the dark, starless wilderness, the sound of explosions near Cecil's camp broke the quiet of the night, and in the middle of Cecil's camp, Knight Philip listened quietly to the sound of explosions in the distance.

The nobles in the Rock Fortress really took advantage of the night to sneak attack.

The nobles may be sluggish, but they are not stupid, and after being chased and beaten by the Cecil in the south for nearly half a month, they can at least sum up some experience of being beaten - the magic crystal railgun is very powerful, but firing cannonballs requires a position, so if you want to fight against the Cecil's magic guide weapon, destroying it before it enters the firing state is the only solution, and in front of the cannon, any obsession with the traditional aristocratic war rules is no different from suicide.

The young Philip knight sighed slightly.

After all, the classical aristocratic wars are gone, and those nobles learn to fight - or abandon "decency" faster than he imagined, as the lord said - the romantic and inefficient aristocratic wars will eventually die, and when the new era comes, the war will inevitably return to its most primitive and pure state.

A low humming sound suddenly came from the side, interrupting Philip's thoughts, and he looked up to see the sound and flash of the magic guide device placed in the center of the tent, which occupied a full half of the table, and he immediately stepped forward quickly, slightly rustily manipulating the rune trigger on the base of the magic guide device.

The device was activated, and the bearded face of the Byron knight was projected in mid-air, along with the other party's loud voice with a slightly disturbing noise: "Can you hear me?" Can you hear me? Damn it...... That's how this thing works......"

"You can hear it, you can hear it—don't you shout, you don't need to be so loud!" Philip was momentarily distracted before replying—even though he had tried it a few times, the new communication device still amazed him every time.

It was also Philip's task to use the new communication device on the battlefield and test its value on the battlefield, so the convoy attacking the Rock Fortress also brought a team of magic guide technicians and a large number of magic net units and magic obelisk components to lay the magic field out of reach of the army.

Because Count Horsman died early, the efficiency of the southern nobles to establish the magic network is not high, and the coverage rate of the magic network in the northern region has not reached the level of seamless connection, and between the wilderness and villages, technicians are required to constantly set up relay stations to ensure the signal transmission of the magic network communicator, but fortunately, the hive demon king unit and the small obelisk are modular, and it is not difficult to set up and install all the way.

In the holographic projection above the communicator, the Byron knight was amazed and his voice was still loud: "This thing is really good...... I can't believe that we are so far away and can talk so easily...... I've seen two times in my life before. ”

"You can be quieter - the communicator uses a magic web to transmit signals, not your loud voice."

"Hey, I can't help it," the Byron knight laughed dryly, and then showed a look of listening intently, "You seem to be a little lively over there......"

Philip's face was a little tangled: "As you guessed before, they are coming to sneak attack." ”

"Hey—those nobles have learned how to fight," the Byron knight slapped and laughed, "but they're still too tender to think of the idea of sneaking up in the middle of the night......"

Seeing this old partner's increasingly unserious appearance, Philip couldn't help frowning: "Are you here to occupy the channel to chat with me?" ”

The word "channel" was invented by the lord.

"Chat? Oh, I'm here to get down to business," the Byron knight quickly got back to business as if remembering what he was about to say, "We've set sail, two warships, with the latest 'calibrator' rainbow cannons, all the way to you!" ”

"Calibrated by?" Knight Philip curiously repeated the unfamiliar word, and from the structure and expression of the word, he heard a bit of the style of the ancient Gondor Empire.

"The name given by Master Carmel after the rainbow cannon is finalized means that it can be used to calibrate the enemy's mentality," Byron laughed, his face was full of spirit, "Now it depends on the progress of your side - my two ships don't have much self-defense ability after installing the rainbow cannon, you have to clear the position for me." ”

Looking at the old partner who was smiling like a child in the holographic projection, Philip's previous regret and sigh for the end of the aristocratic war had disappeared at some point, and he also laughed, his voice was loud and powerful: "You better think about yourself, you better hurry, maybe I will blast the walls of the Rock Fortress before you arrive!" ”

"Ha, you're underestimating Miss Till's abilities—"

(Happy New Year, everyone~~~~ Anyway, I really want to take a vacation...... ）

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