An early morning can always be a pleasant one. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you ignore your hungry rumbling stomach.

Mason held his shield and looked to the east for the twenty-third time, damn it, the logistics officer Barr and his slaves should have all hanged themselves on the gate outside the manor, until countless maggots and crows ate them all.

Mason was a swordsman, a strong, alert, and, above all, young mercenary swordsman, to be exact.

His grandfather and father were both stonemasons in the village, and they had a good income, but thanks to the war games in full swing on the Pander continent, Mason stole the 100 silver dinars his father had hidden at the age of fifteen and left his familiar hometown.

God knows what he's been through for the past six years, he's been a mob, he's been a bandit, he's been scared, he's been afraid, he's been scared, he's been killed, and he's almost been killed more than once.

Until now, he has finally become a hired swordsman with good swordsmanship, which is already a small master in the Pander continent, excluding the regular army of the five kingdoms and those powerful knights.

So at this moment, Mason is really a little unhappy in his heart, the chief of Grimdor is indeed a good employer, at least he can guarantee that he can pay the full amount of the employment pay every month, but this is still not a reason for them to patrol the barren mountains and mountains and go hungry!

Thinking of this, Mason couldn't help but glance at the camp in the distance that looked like no difference.

Of course he had reason to complain, even though the tent was inhabited by the second leader of the Grimdor Order.

"If Lord Grimdor were here, he would never let his brothers go hungry, let alone drag two New Garlian witches into the tent in full view, and even if he did get into the tent to do something, he would never shout so loudly. ”

Mason thought indignantly, he was on guard in the middle of the night last night, and he was very dedicated, and knew very well how important it was to be vigilant, and he was not one of those babbling recruits.

But, damn it, every once in a while, there would always be some unbearable noises coming from that tent, what the hell, is the physical strength of the legendary magician even more terrifying than that of the Fieldsway Berserker?

This is a show-off, this is a demonstration, this is a mockery!

It's a man who can't bear it.

And Mason believes he won't be the only one who has this idea.

Just as Mason was angrily imagining the delicate and demonic figure of the New Garlian Enchantress, a sound of footsteps sounded from the east, accompanied by a loud and gruff voice, "Bastard, all give it up, assemble, assemble immediately!"

Hearing this, Mason immediately turned his head to look, and then he immediately froze, of course he recognized who the loud voice was, it was the fourth leader of the Rogue Knights, a man who looked like a beast, no, that guy was simply the embodiment of a beast, with two turned fangs, his skin was completely black-green, and even layers of scales could be seen, and the weapon was a two-handed heavy sword, according to rumors, this guy could put a galloping war horse with one hand.

But what really shocked Mason was not the fourth leader, Durham III, but the man standing next to Durham III, who had a cold temperament and a black hood on his head regardless of day or night.

He's not the second-hand leader of the Rogue Knights, Cleves.

But something wasn't right, Mason couldn't be wrong last night when he saw Cleves pull the two New Garlian witches into the tent in the middle of the tent and never come out again.

But now he's coming from somewhere else.

Mason didn't dare to think about it anymore, and although he didn't know what had happened, he understood that last night's events were not as simple as they seemed.

At this time, with the roar of the orc Duron III, many people also hurried out of the tent, at least half of them were sleepy-eyed or naked.

But Mason was horrified to find that the two New Garlian witches were equipped with armor and weapons, and each of them held a large bow in their hands.

Mason had seen the archery skills of these two New Garlian witches with his own eyes, and when he thought of the scene last night, Mason couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat in his heart.

It's a terrible trap.

In addition to the two New Galian witches covered in stingers, there were actually four heavily armed Mertenheim Great Swordsmen and four professional canned hoplites hidden in those tents.

That's a big formation.

Mason couldn't help but secretly speak, but this sophisticated trap arrangement that even his own people had concealed was ineffective, because nothing happened last night.

"Cleves, do you still hold on to your judgment? See, nothing happened, but because of your orders, the whole fortress and the rest were disturbed, and many of us were hungry, and if it turned out to be a farce, Cleves, how are you going to explain it to Grimdor? He's going to be back from Iron Oak the day after tomorrow, and if you want me to say, we'd better go after that damn rat, and I'm willing to bet that little rat will eventually return to the Terra Town Fortress, and we've got a man there to intercept it, so just catch that damn little rat and everything will be solved? ”

At this time, Durham III complained loudly, this complaint simply said what Mason and the others thought, yes, they didn't have time to eat last night, and this morning it was this time, and the logistics officer had not yet brought breakfast.

"Shut up, you pig!"

That Cleves said a little angrily, but his voice was not high, a little hoarse and low, but listening to it would make people can't help but feel a chill down the spine, especially with his image, it is easy to remind people of a poisonous snake hiding in the depths of the grass.

That's why he said a word, and almost everyone was honest at once, even the orc Duron III could only mumble two words.

Cleves didn't explain what he was doing, and he didn't say anything more, his gaze hidden under the black hood quickly swept over the crowd and finally landed on Mason.

For a moment, Mason felt like he was not breathing well.

"Did anything unusual last night?"

"Well, Your Excellency, no, I swear no, except, except, except- them. Mason replied with difficulty, gesturing at the two New Gallian Witches not far away.

Cleves seemed dissatisfied with the answer, but did not ask any further, and after a moment of silence he walked through the crowd to the edge of the mountain, where he stood with an unobstructed view of the surroundings, including movement several miles away.

"This is unlikely, my inference should not be wrong, looking at the traces of yesterday's battle, it can be clearly judged that the other party's strength is very strong, and very confident, and his style of action is more inclined to a kind of pathological arrogance like a stunned person, so he will not leave easily, he must be lurking somewhere around here, waiting to inflict a fatal blow on us, it will not be wrong, Duren, we can't relax, you go back immediately, mobilize more soldiers, and carefully search the area around the manor for me, just within a radius of thirty miles." 。 ”

"Cleves, are you crazy? Do you know how huge the search must be within a radius of thirty miles, enough for hundreds of us to search for two or three days, and probably find nothing. ”

Naduron III exclaimed.

"So you're stupid! You shouldn't have sent out cavalry to hunt down that cunning rat yesterday, it was just an insignificant decoy, just to draw our attention, and the hidden man was the most terrible, though I don't know why he didn't strike last night? But I'm sure that when he makes a move, it's going to be a shock, God knows how much damage it will cause us, Duren, we've been working the Grimdor estate for five years, how can we lose our work because of carelessness, do you know what the consequences are?"

Crives' voice became grim, and in the face of such questioning, Durham III had nothing to say, but turned around with some people to arrange the search.

When Durham III and the others walked far away, a Mertenheim great swordsman next to Durham frowned and said, "Your Excellency Durham, please forgive me for my recklessness, although I am just a mercenary, I still wonder if I can really find out that powerful infiltrator just by relying on the search of Lord Durham?"

"Hehe, Mr. Danmoss, you are right, this method alone is far from enough, please rest assured, before noon today, I will be fully sure to invite our second stunned gentleman out, he may be very strong, and a little clever, but unfortunately he met me, you know, in my hometown, there is such a sentence that I like very much and never forget, that is, everything that walks must leave traces, yesterday my arrangement was indeed a little rough, but today, I will not give him any more chance, he has no idea what kind of opponent he will face, I will not go wrong, but as long as he is wrong once, he will be doomed。 ”

Cleves said loudly, as if in the face of these mercenaries in the mission world, he had noticeably become more talkative and sharper.

Next, Cleves really began to give all kinds of strange orders, none of which seemed to be very good, but there was no doubt that once these orders were well executed, maybe they would really be able to admire Shao'an.

Because what the layout is best at is this kind of manipulation of the overall situation, capturing all the details, ring by ring, many arrangements that are obviously meaningless at the beginning, but in the end they can become a killer blow to the killer, this is a terrible net, any poor worm who unfortunately falls into this big net, will never be lucky.

About this, Cleves is convinced.

Mu Shaoan was also convinced, so at this moment, when that Cleves was less than fifty meters away from him, he made his choice, that is, to break out.

(I think I must be crazy) (To be continued.) )