It was only after a night's rest at the castle that he was sent out again on a mission.

Not to mention the filthy environment in the castle that they had arranged by the Demacians last night, they dared to arrange a mage and his retinue into a former stable, you can believe it.

Arthur lay there last night, and could feel the smell of livestock manure on his head almost the whole night, which made the two of them who had just returned from the comfort of the earth very uncomfortable, the cold and hard haystacks, the smell of dampness, that feeling, made the quality of life of the two of them suddenly return from the twenty-first century to two thousand years ago.

Fortunately, Arthur's space ring also remembered to bring some sleeping bags, fresheners, drinks or something, and took them out to survive the night.

That is, the Winter Soldier doesn't matter, this guy seems to have lost his consciousness in this regard, poor man!

As a result, when they woke up in the morning, they were immediately told that they would be arranged to participate in an outing attack unit.

What the hell are these Demacians up to?

Arthur regretted that he hadn't seen the conspiracy of the two officers in the command who had released the Endless Eye last night. But that might have touched some kind of forbidden method hidden by the Demacians? Who knows?

After all, these Demacians have been fighting openly and secretly with the largest spellcaster organization on the continent, the Mage Guild, for so many years, and it's hard to guess how many countermeasures against mages they are secretly hiding.

At this moment he was riding a bantam from the plains of Jandale, which the Demacians had sought for them, and was said to be the most supple of the horses here, which made his mount a head shorter than the knights who galloped by, and he could feel that the horsemen were laughing at his horsemanship as they passed him.

Hey! These Demacians!

For these fanatics, his mage's dignity was greatly challenged.

What a naïve, ridiculous person.

Daji also rode a horse under her crotch, but her riding skills seemed much better than Arthur's, almost like a real cavalryman, Arthur forgot that their demon species always had their own means of dealing with monsters or animals, and the two of them rode the mounts under their crotch, surrounded by a large group of cavalry, and set off from the south gate of the castle, galloping towards the goal.

On the way, Arthur finally finds a chance to meet the commander of the trip, the beautiful Fiona they had once seen.

This beautiful officer was wearing a relatively light sky blue battle armor, which set off her small waist and the height on her chest, making her already tall figure appear more vigorous and powerful, full of a sense of strength.

"My lord, we meet again."

Arthur bowed to the other and said,

"I want to know, where are we going on this trip, what is the mission?"

"Huh? Want to know where to go? Fiona waved the whip in her hand and smiled, "But even if I tell you the goal, do you know where it is?" ”

"Uh, this!"

Indeed, the beauty was right.

This was Demacia, he had never been here, and even if Fiona told him where he was going, he wouldn't know.

"Well, at the very least, we should tell us exactly what we need to do! I'd like to think about how best to cooperate with you. ”

Arthur said again.

Well, this.

That's a good reason.

But Fiona still didn't want to consult with Arthur.

"No, you're thinking too much, Mr. Mage, haven't you seen it, you look around us, to put it bluntly, I don't think you can help us in this battle. This is a raid battle, as you can see, our main force is cavalry, and this time we went to raid, charge, and kill! We don't need you in this battle, mage! ”

"Of course, on the battlefield, if you can better protect yourself, I will thank you even more, Mr. Mage! That will allow my soldiers to focus more on combat. ”

The beautiful officer said.

The words are merciless.

It seems that these Demacians still have no trust in him.

Take him out to fight, and you don't trust him, bastards.

In Arthur's opinion, these Demacians were simply unreasonable.

"No, General, you made a mistake, you underestimated the power of a mage on the battlefield."

He lowered his voice and said to the beautiful officer.

"Oh, really?"

The beautiful officer still didn't care,

"Then you can prove to me that you have a chance."

Then, smack! With a crisp sound of horsewhip, the rose-colored steed under the crotch of the beautiful officer rushed out at an accelerated pace, ending the conversation.

Leave Arthur with a sturdy back on his horse.

The woman, Arthur squinted. Abominable mortals!

At this time, Daji manipulated the war horse to approach from behind,

"The hosts! Do you want me to catch her at night?" She's insulting you. ”

"Don't mess around, Daji."

Arthur stopped him,

"We can't fall out with the Demacians right now."

"At least not until the end of this war."

Arthur said with a cold face,

"It's still a long way from Zaun, it's a long way home, we need Demacians in many ways, you can't expect us to travel thousands of miles across the entire territory of Noxus!"

"And most importantly, Zaun needs the Demacians more at this time."

Arthur said helplessly.

Indeed, his real purpose was to establish a real connection between Demacia and Zaun, and to stop the Demacian attack together.

As a traverser, he has a strategic vision that surpasses ordinary people at this time.

The current Zaun rebels and the Demacians are natural allies.

They need each other.

And, objectively, there was a geographical connection between the Demacians and Zaun, that is, the vast sea, which could play a far greater role in future wars than most people of the age could have imagined.

And he happens to have the technology and knowledge in his hands that spans the era, and this is the best opportunity to overtake in corners.

As long as he can successfully achieve this goal, this is no less significant than bringing tens of thousands of reinforcements to Zu'an. This is the best way to help his mentor.

This idea began to pop into his mind as early as he found himself crossing here, and now it happened that he had succeeded in coming to the military camp of the Demacians and meeting the Demacians.

How could he give up such an opportunity so easily.

Otherwise, with his original character, he would not have been able to accept the repeated provocations of the Demacians as easily as he did now.

This also proves that now, as he grows older and more experienced, he has also begun to learn the way of thinking of a mature man, he has begun to learn the way of thinking of a true mage, and he has begun to learn to solve problems with the help of wisdom rather than pure power.

All for victory!

Arthur silently admonished himself in his heart.

The Winter Soldier next to him galloped past him wearing a set of Demacian cavalry standard armor, he wore a helmet on his head, held a scimitar and a small bright round shield in his hands, and skillfully steered the horses under his feet, this super soldier quickly mastered these skills, and also showed extraordinary comprehension in learning the skills and tactics of cold weapon combat.

At this moment, the Winter Soldier, riding on a high-speed galloping horse, wielding a scimitar, was the only one of the three who looked like a real cavalryman.