Cheese didn't tell Lothar anything, he just used his own blood to make a trivial warning spell for his friend and let him track down the dangerous ghoul creatures. Don't think that there is only one kind of ghoul that eats corpses, and eating corpses as a means of subsistence does not mean that the creature itself is less dangerous. Besides, even in the ghoul race, there are powerful beings that people don't want to face. But despite this, the gray robe still didn't say anything to the earl. I don't think this might be the last time the two of them will see each other.

It's also a delicate matter. Changing places, if the person who wants to trace the traces alone today is Atta, the mage will inevitably have to say something to her, whether it can really come in handy or not, Cheese can't really rest assured that the female swordsman is in danger, even if she is no worse than the Earl of Montenegro in terms of actual combat ability, and even after cooperating with the Fairy Eye and Vlakrag.

It's not a simple question of strength or weakness, it means that for Cheese, Lothar is an all-round person who deserves to be trusted on an equal footing with him. Giving things to him is like handing them over to another self. Thanks to this, the Grey Robe was able to devote himself to infiltrating the inner part of the clan. This is a real need to concentrate on a person with both arms severed. Fortunately, the moonlight was bright enough tonight that even the ravines in the trail could cast a blurry shadow, and tonight was really a night not suitable for stealth operations.

But there are people who do things that can only be done on such a night when the moon is dark and the wind is high. Corpses, more, a lot of corpses, lay on the side of the trail, some simply lay on the road. Fighting to death, being caught up and killed from behind when fleeing for your life, praying for life and being stabbed to death, all kinds of ways to die, all kinds of causes of death, although not as good as the real tragic battlefield, but it is enough to make people have nightmares for months in a row. Thankfully, Cheese and Kailath had already done the nightmare.

"It seems that what we just encountered was a fortuitous event. "They had to slow down to avoid tripping over corpses and scattered objects, and also to be careful of stepping on blood stains on their feet. Knowing that there are corpse-eating creatures in the area, it would be very unwise to be tainted with the smell of blood. Moreover, it is quite dangerous to leave bloody footprints on the ground.

"Sooner or later, some people were stabbed to death from other places when they killed others. Others were killed by arrows. It was not an assassination, it was an organized effort, and these people belonged to different forces, which were tightly organized and had a clear goal. Moreover, the battle is not quite over. Kailas jumped onto Cheese's shoulder from a high place and told what he had discovered. The cat elf twitched his ears, his hearing far sharper than a human could pick up the faint sounds of a fight farther away. The bright moonlight dispenses with the need for torches, making everything that happens here even more eerie.

Cheese nodded, although he didn't know when this fight began, but judging by the symbols of the corpses that fell here, they came from many forces. As soon as this kind of multi-party scuffle starts, no one can care about anyone, and even if they want to silence it, there is no way to find anyone to talk about the truce. It is not uncommon for chaotic battles to be fought from night to day, and even if they are different teams of the same force, when the battle situation is scattered to a certain extent, they will be indistinguishable from each other. The winner of such a battle can only be said when the sun rises and the casualties are counted.

"Can you roughly judge the number of people participating in the battle?" The attrition of the battle can be calculated, the approximate progress of the battle can be obtained based on the difference in the number of soldiers and weapons on both sides of the battle, and the scale and duration of the battle can be roughly judged by the number of corpses and traces left on the ground after a confrontation by experienced soldiers. Cheese doesn't have such an ability, of course he can deduce, but that's on the premise of pushing all the battle-related information here in front of him for him to calculate. The estimation may be more accurate, but there is no time for it.

"It's about 100 people, and no matter how many people there are, the shouts of killing can't be covered. Now this is probably caused by a small number of people sent by each side to try to sneak up on their enemies, only to encounter the enemy on the road, and their own men and horses scuffle together. Since it was a sneak attack, there would definitely not be many people sent out. Many of these bodies had no tongues or throats damaged, and most of them were presumably dead. "The cat fairy is not a battle-hardened general like Lothar, but his long lifespan compared to humans and the convenience of integrating into human society in appearance have allowed him to accumulate quite a lot of experience.

Cheese pondered for a moment, and already had a judgment of the current situation in his heart, "It's okay, most people will hide in their own sphere of influence at this time, and when we sneak in, as long as we avoid the fighting part, it will be safe." The question is whether the man who captured Atta and them was involved in the chaos. If he hadn't chosen to send out his soldiers, but had instead used the strength at hand to hold his camp, it would have been much more difficult for us to infiltrate. It would be nice to have a map, at least so that we can have an idea of the distribution of roads. ”

"It's not a city made of stone, so there's no map. If Batuna had been here, we would have been able to look down on the road from heaven with his big bird. Tsk, Taran is okay to say, that kid doesn't want to die. The cat goblin's whiskers quivered, and he stuck out his tongue and licked his nose. The moist tip of his nose was better at catching the smell of the air, and he had to distinguish the smell of Atta from the smell of blood.

"Let's take one step at a time. With you, at least we won't run between the two sides. The mage concluded. One man and one cat began to move in the direction of the target again, and it wasn't long before they officially stepped into the interior of the clan. There is more blood on the road and fewer corpses than on the market road. Obviously, some people don't want the corpse that died here to be identified so early, as for the dead in the market, anyway, there are dragons and snakes there, and there is still time to clean it up, so it can't be cleaned up, and you can also find an excuse to push it to outsiders there.

The figure that swept over the roof of the felt house stopped. Cheese was keenly aware of this, and turned and hid behind a yurt, holding his breath in an attempt to figure out the situation. There was a muffled sound, and the sound of metal clashing came from outside several yurts, and gradually became clear in the ears of the gray robe.

"There's no way around it, it's a war zone. The black cat landed on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

Hearing this, the mage looked up at the bright moonlight, and his eyes flickered, "You just lead the way." I have a way. ”