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In the evening, a military camp was quietly erected in the wilderness not far from the city of Zobia. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Standing on the city wall, you can see a series of tents. The flags on the tent fluttered in the wind in the dusk sunset, and the shields and swords placed outside the tent reflected a golden halo. Smoke rose from the camp, but people arrived outside the camp one after another.

Allen's tent had already been erected, it was a single tent, gray and white, with the demon wolf battle flag standing on it. He himself was in a field outside the camp, where seven or eight straw figures had been erected. The Straw Men were tied to sharpened stakes and nailed to the ground, and each Straw Man was at a different distance from each other. Regis looked at the straw men, holding his chin in his hands and looking puzzled, "What are you going to do with them?" ”

"Try." The long knife in Allen's hand is not the Red King, nor is it a dragon flame, it is just an ordinary steel knife, and its only advantage is that it does not cut corners. In fact, no arms dealer dared to manipulate the standard equipment of the Imperial Army. Alan stood in front of these straw men with a knife, three meters away from the nearest straw man, and the farthest one was at least ten meters. He narrowed his eyes and suddenly swung his sword.

The straw man closest to him flew up on his left arm, and the other straw man behind him on his left side tore a gap in his chest. Alan frowned, spun around and walked back, raising his hand and stabbing again. This time, the two straw men on the right side were stabbed at the same time, and the blades of grass flew one after another.

Regers next to him yawned, "What are you doing?" ”

Alan shrugged his shoulders, when he fought against countless strange beasts on the scorched ground in the depths of his consciousness, the scene of one against a thousand, or even ten thousand, was still vivid. He plans to combine the experience of that great battle with the experience he has experienced along the way to the north to create new sword skills. He has ideas and feelings, but it's another thing to actually use them. In the world of consciousness, there is no physical bondage, he turns into fire and wind, and he is ever-changing, and all attacks are eclectic. And now, he has one person and one knife, but he can't reach the realm of doing whatever he wants in the world of consciousness.

He swung his third sword.

This time, the last straw man exploded, and Alan simply thrust the knife into the ground, stopping and pondering.

"People are always used to paying attention to one thing, and being able to do two things is already a talent, three-use, four-use? That's basically a monster, and as far as I know, there's no such character yet.

Leng Buding's voice rang out, and Bellekai stood next to Regers with his cigarette gun in hand. It wasn't until he spoke that Regis subconsciously jumped up, his expression embarrassed. Bellekai walked up to Alan, and with a sudden wave of his hand, several black lines shot out of his palm, nailing them to the straw men.

Alan saw that each straw man had a throwing knife stuck in his chest. Some of these straw men were also blocked, so Bellekai's seemingly simple attack contained a lot of knowledge in it. Bellekai shrugged: "Since you can't count them all at once, then don't go out of your way to lock every opponent." Let the blade take the place of your eyes and let it decide which targets to attack. The question is, can you trust it? ”

With a beckon, the knives flew back into Bellekai's hand, and Nightshade walked back. Alan suddenly pulled the knife and slashed, without the slightest hesitation. Regis frowned, unable to understand the intent of Allen's knife. Bellekai stopped and sighed, "Could it be that Count Allen has the current strength at a young age, and your talent is so high that I have only seen it in my life. When I was your age, I couldn't even swing half a sword, let alone wield it. ”

Eren exhaled and smiled, "That's also a reminder from Lord Nightshadow, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to swing that knife just now." ”

"Don't be modest, with your talent, that knife is a matter of time."

Regers said frantically, "Don't patronize and play dumb riddles, who will tell me what just happened?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the heads of the seven or eight straw men standing on the ground flew up at the same time, scattering into grass all over the ground. Regers opened his lips, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

"Oh, yes." Bellekai patted his head and said, "I almost forgot about business, Earl Allen, Woodrick wants you to attend the battle meeting in the evening. ”

"Thank you for informing, Lord Nightshade."

"Just call me by my name, adults and so on." Bellekai said with a smile.

In the evening, a herald came to meet Alan and took him to the tent in Woodrick.

There were only a few people standing in the tent, and the dragon army general Woodrick was looking at a sand table on the table. Next to him was Adjutant McCardy, a man with a mustache and a solemn expression. Julian's face was full of excitement, but he was still able to control his mood, and he was not stupid enough to direct Woodrick to work. Whenever the General politely asked for his opinion, His Royal Highness always left the decision to Waddrick after giving his opinion.

In this way, Julian's voice was not only in the military tent, but also showed his respect for Woodrick. In general, Julian should be more of a witness, a participant, but definitely not a commander in this crusade. He didn't have the experience to command a large army in battle, not to mention Woodrick, and Alan was a hundred times better than him. Until now, Julian has strictly adhered to his duty and has not interfered in military affairs, which is commendable.

There is enough weight in the military tent, but it is also leisurely enough to be Bellekai. He seemed to be in a lack of interest in marching and fighting, and sat alone in the clouds, greeting Lazily when he saw Allen, and continued to enjoy his mist grass.

"Count Allen, come and see......" Woodrick beckoned, motioning for Alan to step forward. Alan was also unkind, and came to the table. On the table was a sand table with a clear view of the Horn Forest, and Mirahan behind it. The city of Mirahan is not necessarily very big, but it is an important pass guarding the Lonely Mountain Ice Field. The fact that the empire would set up such a city here also has its strategic significance in it.

It can be said that Mirahan is a gateway to the Lonely Mountain Ice Field, and this gateway is extremely strong. Woodrick gave a brief introduction to it, and Miraham could have been seen as a small fortress. It was a thick-walled city that was originally defended by a legion of the Bucks, but was replaced by the defenders of Miraham before the Blaze Cannon could issue its proclamation. In place of the Bucks Army is the personal army of an Earl, and Count Gerio is definitely a powerful lord. His private army, the Cerberus, was well-trained and had a special contingent in addition to the regular classes of cavalry, muskets, and infantry.

It was an army of hundreds of wolves, a real beast. Count Gerio has a group of trainers who capture wolves, train them, and put them into battle. The Trainer will apply a special potion to allies, which will emit a scent that only wolves can smell to distinguish friend from foe. In addition, the beast trainer also formulated several special strategies for these beasts according to the needs of the battlefield, and one of them was a fire wolf tactic that was quite a headache.

"But my biggest headache is not Jeriomon's dogs, but Miraham himself. Unless Jerioken stands up and surrenders, it will be a considerable price to be paid to storm Miraham with our strength. By the way, our Count Gerio himself is a twenty-seventh-level heavy swordsman. ”

"Then ......" Putting down his smoking gun, Bellekai blinked, "I don't mind taking the head of this Count Jerio before taking the city." ”

"No, Lord Nightshade." Woodrick shook his head and said, "I want you to keep your state intact, and your opponent should be Masson, not Jerio." Although it is a bit troublesome, Mirahan is not qualified to stop the pace of the dragon army, so please rest assured that this first battle will be left to us. ”

"Listen to me." Bellekai spread his hands and said, but he didn't care that his suggestion was rejected by the general.

Looking at the miniature model representing Miraham on the sand table, Alan narrowed his eyes. At this time, Bellekai looked at him, intentionally or unintentionally, with a smile on his lips.

"Get moving! You lazy people, who told me to see that he was lazy, the whip in my Lord Roque's hand is not an ornament! A shirtless, shiny man swung his whip into the air, snapping it softly. He would sometimes whip a coolie with a long whip, leaving a trail of blood, but none of the coolies dared to complain, after all, not far away, soldiers in black armor and vicious dog helmets were eyeing them.

It was a soldier of the Cerberus legion, and the coolies believed that under those helmets were faces from hell. They were transporting blocks of stone up the walls to strengthen and raise the walls of Merahand. At the same time, trebuchets, artillery and other equipment, which required the joint efforts of dozens of people to pull, were also transported to the city's walls, making the city stronger than a fortress.

Jerio was standing on the city wall.

The earl was in the prime of life, and he was unusually burly, even among tall northern men, 230 centimeters tall was still rare. Count Gerio is like a moving hill, his plain but absolutely heavy armor makes the count look more like a war fortress. The straight spikes on the armor, and the Cerberus relief on the chest armor, gave the Count an aura of terror. The Earl's Apothecary would hide brimstone in that armor, and through a few small traps, it could breathe fire when needed. It can not only hurt the enemy, but also create the stage effect that the count wants. According to Jerio, he looked more like a demon from hell.

Jerio wields his greatsword "Wolf's Tooth", a large sword with interlaced canine teeth around the edges, which will never be comfortable to be slashed with, which is very much in line with the Count's penchant for torturing his enemies with pain. The Count watched with satisfaction as the third catapult was pulled to the parapet and fixed in his desired position. He remembered what Masson had said as he was leaving: "Arm Miraham to the teeth, my Earl." ”

"That's what I'm doing." Jerio muttered.

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