It was not difficult to get out of the tent unnoticed, and although the soldiers had already lit their torches, limited lighting made it easier for people to relax their guard than pure darkness. Consciously or unconsciously, people tend to focus on what they can see, and thus neglect to be vigilant and aware of things that are outside of the lighting range. Despite this, there is no shortage of marksmen on the steppe, and in addition to their amazing eyesight, their hearing and insight into subtle changes in their surroundings are superhuman, and it is not easy to slip through the eyes of these people.

Fortunately, there are two people on the team's side who can see darkness as day, and mages who can use the magical vision, so it is not impossible to avoid the attention of these people. Led by the cat fairy, Atta and Batu as the strategy, Cheese in the center, and behind the Lothar Palace, the group left the hideout and cautiously advanced towards the outskirts of the tribe. It was impossible to find an absolutely unnoticed path in the current clan, and private soldiers from the various sons of the wolf lord had already filled the streets of the neighborhood, and all a few could do was to pass quickly before they found out.

"A few of you, go over there and have a look!" The calmed troops were a very insurmountable obstacle, because the commander with a little experience would immediately send small forces scattered around the large force as scouts and early warnings, so that no matter which direction the enemy was attacking, the large force would have a certain amount of time as a buffer and not be caught off guard. But this made it difficult for the sneaking cheese to patrol their path with torches and groups of soldiers led by an archer on horseback. And since several people happen to be in the middle of two or three forces, there is more than one such patrol, and more than one such patrol is approaching them from one direction, and it will not be long before the team will be in a situation where there is nowhere to hide.

"What to do? These guys just formed a siege, and we couldn't get through. "Without the need to see the details in the dark, the Count of Montenegro was able to make a clear judgment just by the light of the torches and the sound of horseshoe boots stepping on the ground. His judgment often meant a reality that could not be changed, and in the current situation, it was too late to evade the patrol by crossing the yurt.

"I'm going to lure them away. "Kailas gave a method, and it was a tried-and-true strategy that could be used in many situations, and they had successfully done it many times using the characteristics of the cat elf.

This time, however, Lothar couldn't agree to repeat the trick, "It's too late, you lead one team away, and the other teams will still find us." Hold your weapons tighter, I guess I'll only be able to break through head-on, unless..."

Unless the gray robe can do something about it that can turn the impossible into reality. However, Cheese shook his head lightly at the gaze of his companion, he had just experienced a battle and was about to face another more difficult battle, he had to conserve his strength, and it was impossible to waste magic on such a thing. No one questioned the mage's inaction, and the members of the team believed that the Cheese they knew would not skimp on his strength, and there must be other reasons for his silence now. Luckily, there's never just magic to solve problems, but also tomahawks, magic swords, shortbows, and daggers that can clear out patrols in their way.

"Don't see blood. The mage commanded. This sounds unreasonable, a small squad of people can't get noticed if they have to quickly break through enemies who are equal to or even more than their own, and accurate and efficient killing is already quite difficult but the safest way. But in this gray robe who didn't come to help, he only used a fluttering sentence, which made the breakthrough even more difficult.

"Use the scabbard and hit the head or neck. The Count gave Cheese a deep look, not questioning his request, but instead giving instructions to the team members that it was more likely to be fulfilled. Batu put away his bow and arrows stupidly, he didn't have arrows that could not hurt people, and if he used a scimitar, he would be much less useful. At this point, the same is true for the cat goblin who suffers from size.

Torches and footsteps, approaching. The team members who were hiding behind the piled sacks held their breath, judging by the sound and the shadows on the ground how close their target was to their actual encounter. One step, two steps, three steps, now! Lothar's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to signal his companion behind him, and then the man had rushed out of the hiding bunker and leaped into the flames. Not to be outdone, the others were not far behind, and everyone, including Cheese, was confronted head-on with the patrol team, who didn't know whether to call it lucky or unlucky.

Lothar was the first to take aim at the leader of the patrol, a middle-aged man on a horse, with tattoos of devotion to the gods on his bare arms. The Count did not hesitate, he lowered his head and slammed away from what he had not had time to react to, and used the protective gear on his shoulder to rush straight at the man like a wild boar. The best way to quickly knock down a man on a horse is to attack his horse, although the horses on the prairie are generally more tolerant to danger, but as the Count hits the side of the horse, the weight on his back makes the horse lose its center of gravity irrepressibly.

"Ahh Wanting to be able to quickly knock them down without killing them doomed the attack to be silent, and since it can't be silent, use the sound as a condition in your favor, and Lothar is to do that. With his preemptive attack, the rest of the team had a chance to carry out their operations. The problem is that in the case of a numerical disadvantage, this patrol is not without room to fight back, and as the leader of the team, the count is bound to become the focus of the opponent's counterattack.

"Enemy attack!" the soldiers quickly realized their current situation, as a patrol, their nerves were already tense to the extreme, and as soon as they were stimulated, they immediately entered the combat state. The full bow and arrow were raised towards Lothar's back, and as the arrow was about to go out of the string, a black figure came from the sky and pressed against the arm of the bow, causing the archer to shoot the arrow into the ground under his feet in a panic. That wasn't the end of it, and before the poor soldier could see what was pressing on his arm, he was struck on the forehead by the bottom of the dagger, and the powerful impact went down the skull and straight into the brain, and the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was a pair of faint vertical pupils.

"One. Kaylas leapt from his target with a light leap and mouthed out his victory. "Two! oh, I'm crooked!" the scabbarded Frakrag struck the back of the neck like an iron bar, and the soldier who had been knocked down by Atta was sure to have some time to recuperate on his neck. However, he was also lucky, if the female swordsman had hit the back of the head according to the original plan, whether he would have the life to recuperate on his neck was another question. In terms of controlling power, Atta, who has no relevant experience, can do far less than others.