The next day it was overcast, with cold winds blowing from the north from time to time to blow up the dust on the ground, and winter always came earlier than expected in this region near the northern kingdom. In this solemn atmosphere, although the weather is not very cold, it makes people shudder.

Miles was still looking ahead with a heavy face, and the mercenaries of the Crow Regiment had already packed their bags and lined up to wait for his orders.

The old mercenary's gaze swept over each mercenary one by one, and finally he nodded at Quentin.

"Let's go!" Quentin ordered, and the Crows began to march towards Doyle.

The scouts sent from the front in five different directions all sent messages of safety one after another, but Miles did not dare to let down his vigilance, and still sent scouts to the front to explore the way according to the appropriate frequency, so he entered the territory of Doyle without encountering any situation.

The Crow Regiment continued to march a considerable distance in the territory of Doyle, and the scouts in front still did not find anything abnormal, and four of the five scouts sent out by this group had returned, only the scouts in front of them had no news for the time being, and everything seemed to be going so smoothly.

But accidents always come when people don't expect them, and the last scout finally returns, only to see him sweating profusely and whipping his horse, rushing back at full speed, and bringing with him the much-bewildering news that a troop of Darktide troops is retreating ahead.

Miles ordered the Crows to rest on the spot, sent scouts to the front to continue to investigate the movement of the Dark Tide, and he and a few mercenaries took out a map and discussed it on the ground.

Fern nodded to his companions, and then joined them in order to stay up to date with the latest news.

"We should hunt them down and annihilate them!" Quentin said, appearing to be Miles' advisor, but Fern didn't know him, he wasn't Fern's former companion, he didn't exist in the real world.

Miles hesitated. "If they were deliberately luring us, there might be an ambush ahead. He pointed to a grove of trees not far north on the map, frowning in thought.

"But we can't afford to see this opportunity slip away. One of the long-haired mercenaries said, "For every demon killed, King Doyle will reward him with a hundred gold coins, which is a lot of money for us Crows, and it can also increase the reputation of the Crows in Wallis. ”

Fern recognized the long-haired mercenary as a hunter because of his skill in archery and his skill in setting traps, so everyone called him the Hunter, and over time, almost no one knew his original name.

Fern used to learn archery with the hunter often, but Fern's archery skills were not good, and he lost to the hunter every time, so he wanted to try his swordsmanship with him, but the hunter had a reputation for self-knowledge and never compared swordsmanship with Fern. Thinking of this, Fern smiled unconsciously.

"Then you can't risk everyone's lives for money, I think Myers's fears are justified. Another, older mercenary retorted.

"Another one I don't know," Fern looked up at the Crows mercenaries again, this time looking closely, only to realize that half or so of them were not his former companions. "What a strange, bizarre feeling. ”

The mercenaries had their own opinions and refused to give in, and although Fern had some ideas, he decided not to express his opinion because he was not a member of the mercenary group and did not want to fall into the illusion too deeply.

At this time, a small mercenary who usually does not attract much attention walked up to everyone and said slowly, "I have an idea. ”

The four mercenaries who were discussing looked at him together, and the sudden stop in the argument attracted the attention of the others, all of whom looked at this side.

"Nevin?" Miles muttered quietly, apparently not expecting the little mercenary to have any ideas, and clasped his hands to his chest. "Let's listen to the mercenary's advice. ”

Nevin was very calm, like an experienced warrior. "We can divide into two teams, one team will go north to quickly pursue the demon, and the other team will still maintain a normal marching speed, and the front team will meet the front team in the rear, and the distance between the two teams should not be too far. Nevin gestured his hand between the northern woods on the map and where they were now. "The front team will stop when they reach the woods, whether they have chased the demon or not, and wait for the rear team to come and rendezvous. ”

Miles, though surprised, patted Nevin on the shoulder appreciatively. "It's a good idea, it can chase the dark tide and ensure maximum safety, so I think it's okay. ”

Quentin was a little unconvinced, but he didn't have any better advice, so he had to keep quiet. The other two agreed with Nevin's suggestion.

"I'm going to take ten men as strikers, and Quentin and the rest of you are still following at your usual pace. Miles instructed the staff officer, "Be sure to keep a certain distance from us, and blow the horn to contact us if there is a situation." ”

"Yes!" Quentin replied confidently.

Fern looked at Nevin, whose face was gloomy, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know this little mercenary, so he didn't know anything more. Fern thought about it again and again, but still had no clue, so he had to give up for the time being.

In this way, Miles and ten mercenaries with good skills rode forward on almost all their horses, and the dust raised suddenly obscured the road. The Crows only had fourteen horses in total, and four of them were carrying food and water, so the remaining ten or so mercenaries could only advance on foot.

"Our hunch yesterday was quite accurate. Ray walked over to Fern and whispered.

Ness looked at Fern and Ray suspiciously. "What hunch?"

Fern watched uneasily as the dust cleared ahead. "I'm afraid there will be variables today, and I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing for us. ”

"Of course it's a good thing! whatever the variables, it's better than the other day when nothing happened, so that we can complete our mission and return to our world. Rui glared at Ferne, "I think you're addicted to the source of magic and don't want to go back, that's why you have this concern." ”

Fern didn't try to quibble, he gave Kaya a quick glance before sighing, "You're right, Rui, we're going back." ”

"Don't forget what you're saying now. Rui reminded in a stern tone.

"Nor can Fern be blamed for that. Stan said slowly, "Because there's something you can't get in our world." ”

"Lil, is it?" Ryan angrily rejects Stan. Stan blushes and doesn't dare to answer Rui's words again.

Ness pursed her lips and snorted softly, "That's what Heshey reminded us of before, the terrible thing about the source of magic is not that we can't perceive the illusion, but that even though we know it's an illusion, we can't extricate ourselves from it. ”