"It's never a matter if it goes on like this!" Horus frowned at the Thracian camp in the distance,

"Even if they want to come, they will have to wait for the spring flowers to bloom and the ice and snow will melt. The panda said nonchalantly, "Even then, it's nothing more than continuing to fight, who is afraid of whom?"

Horus shook his head: "I mean, looking at them so neatly and neatly, I can't run over and cut them for a round, I feel itchy and uncomfortable!"

Panda smiled: "When you say that, I also have a little itchy hands." ”

"Together?"

"Let's go!"

The two laughed, and the matter was settled.

Of course, it was not possible to leave without permission, so they approached the officer in charge of the fortress and told him what they were going to do.

"You want to go down the mountain tonight at night and attack the Thracian barracks?!" the officer looked at them dumbfounded, as if he had seen a little green man jumping down from a flying saucer, and said to himself, "You have a great future, learn how to cook with me".

He confirmed it several times, and finally determined that the two volunteers really wanted to sneak up on the Thracian barracks, and not to jump off a cliff to commit suicide when they were tired of life.

"How can you be so sure you'll come back alive?" he finally asked.

The panda said as a matter of course: "If we can't come back, our inheritance will be given to Harlot." ”

"You too?" the officer looked at Horus.

Horus shook his head: "We will definitely come back alive, at most the situation is not good, take a long detour, or dig a pit in the ground for a few days - I am a dwarf, and a dwarf who knows how to walk the earth!"

The officer was suddenly in awe, and looked at him differently.

Among the dwarves, only the high-level dwarves from the holy land "Ironstone Mountain" have natural earth skills, and ordinary dwarves must be engaged in the caster profession before they can comprehend this spell. Hammer Hill (Horus) is a shield defender, apparently not part of the caster class, and is able to perform earth spells only because of his bloodline.

In this world, noble bloodlines are universally respected. The high-ranking dwarf bloodline is almost equivalent to the royal families of all countries in the world, and it is a big man who wants to make an officer like him who has a title of baron look up to!

Of course, dwarves have a long lifespan, children and grandchildren, and there are not a few people who have bloodlines but no identity, and presumably this one in front of him should also be - the reason why he risked his life to fight on the Norma Line may be to regain his glory and be recognized by the dwarven royal family......

In the blink of an eye, the imaginative officer had already conceived a legendary origin for Horus, and if he was given a little more time, he might be able to make up a story to sing and cry about.

If Panda and Horus had known what he was thinking, they would probably have exclaimed, "It's a waste of talent to be a bard."

Now that they had made up their minds, the officer did not stop them, but told them to be more careful, and said that they would keep the room and personal belongings for them for a month, and if they did not return after a month, or if the body was hung up by the Thracians for public display, then the room could only be canceled and the inheritance disposed of.

"Within a month, we'll be back!" said Horus confidently.

He didn't brag, even if he and the panda died in the Thracian barracks, a month would be enough for them to get back from the castle.

I am so confident that I can be resurrected......

The winter days are short, the sun sets quickly, and when night falls, Panda and Horus change into black clothes and quietly slide down the frozen peaks. The icy mountain is slippery without leaving hands, and ordinary people are estimated to fall to their deaths if they slide down, but the two of them have no problem - Horus used the earth to drill directly from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, with his response, plus the panda's own kung fu, the panda can be regarded as going down smoothly, and only lost less than one-tenth of his blood.

At the foot of the mountain, of course, there were Thracian sentinels, but who would have thought that the weak Molai would slide down from the top of the frozen mountain in the middle of the night and attack them in the night?

So when Panda and Horus sneaked up behind them, they hid in the outpost, leaning against the fire.

"It's so cold!" said one of the sentries.

"Yes! it's not like it's southern!" replied the other sentry.

"When this battle is over, I must find a warm place to settle down!"

"It's easy, when the time comes, let's live in Molai City, where the climate is said to be warm, not to mention ice and snow all year round, not even dew. ”

"Wow! That sounds very warm! I'm going to have to build a big house! Get the sun every day!"

"Hehe, you don't understand! Not only is the weather warm in the south, but the women are even warmer! Do you remember the female spies in the south that we caught last time? Really...... Awesome!"

"I really didn't know about this, spies were so easy to catch?"

"As long as it's a beautiful southern woman, it's a spy. ”

"Hehe! I get it! It makes sense, and I've learned another trick!"

The two were talking happily when they suddenly saw a black figure appear behind each other at the same time, and their eyes invariably showed a look of horror.

But before they could shout or reach for their weapons, Panda and Horus had already grabbed one of the heads, and with a little force, turned it more than a hundred and eighty degrees.

With the sound of bones shattering, the two sentinels fell limply.

"Scum!" said the panda viciously.

"Experience is so low......" Horus grumbled dissatisfied.

After killing the sentry, the two men began to stealth again, turning into two ghosts in the night, and walked quickly in the shadows of the campfire, and soon reached the second outpost.

There were six sentinels inside this outpost, which soon turned into six corpses.

When they reached the third outpost, they finally saw a figure other than ordinary soldiers.

An officer, who seemed to be shrewd and capable, was sitting by the fire with a pot of tea beside him, sword and fur in his hand, carefully wiping his sword.

The cold light of his sword flickered, and at a glance, he knew that it was an extraordinary product.

Panda and Horus glanced at each other, chatted in private chat, and then exited the outpost and walked towards the barracks behind.

This officer is not easy to deal with, so find a good one. Persimmon should choose a soft pinch, they are here to attack, not to fight a tough battle!

When they walked to the Thracian barracks, they found that it was not as easy as they imagined, and the barracks was full of patrolling soldiers, many of whom knew at a glance that they had some strength, although Panda and Horus could easily kill them, but it was absolutely impossible to keep them from making a sound warning.

The two of them walked around the barracks in distress for a long time, and finally chose a target.

What's the point of killing a patrolman? Or is it more interesting to destroy the Thracian armory or granary..