"It's that Young Master Harry! Some time ago, he was going to some gray stone city, passing through the tribe, I saw him!

On top of the watchtower, a guard whispered to a nearby sentry. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were many caravans coming and going in the Statu hills, but this young master Harry was indeed impressive, dressed in a gorgeous coat, the materials and handiwork were worth at least dozens of gold coins, and his guards, sharp-eyed sentinels, found that their leather armor was actually made of the skin of ironclad oxen, which was equipment that only the captains of the tribe who had achieved military success could have.

"Young Master Harry?!Is it, how did you get this way?" One of the captains on the other guard tower looked at Harry who was embarrassed like a wild man in some surprise, "Wait a minute, we'll inform Master Guta right away!"

"Quick, open the camp gate and let Master Harry in!"

The captain of the sentry commanded the group to open the gate of the sentry camp, and motioned for a sentry to return to the mountain to inform the "Master Guta".

As the sentinels slowly opened the gate of the camp made of ironwood, the frontier sentry camp of the Howling Moon Tribe opened its arms in the night.

Just as Harry was being led into the camp by a group of orcs, a group of hidden figures crept into the camp beyond the reach of even the sharpest sentinels.

The figures of that team were extremely strange, and their bodies seemed to merge with the surrounding environment, and in the thick night, some special sentinel professions could not be perceived, they were like ghosts in the dark night, silent, but they could ignite everything.

And at the far end of the camp.

Wang Xiaotian was standing on a big tree, holding a specially modified telescope, and in the night, he was clearly watching this scene.

"My lord, this is the Howling Moon Tribe! Look at the sentinel camp made of ironwood, the sentinel towers scattered in four directions around it lock our view of approaching, and I can be sure that there must be a team of soldiers stationed in this sentry camp as a permanent force. Toure was wearing black light armor and carrying the uniquely shaped rune blade, calmly analyzing, his eyes full of worry.

This time, Wang Xiaotian personally led his troops to capture the camp of the Xiaoyue tribe, and the victory rate was too low, even if Toure believed in Wang Xiaotian very much, he was a little frustrated when he looked at this impregnable defense for a while.

"Our soldiers couldn't get close to the camp, even under cover of the thick darkness of the night. I believe that as soon as we get close to this camp, they will immediately warn us, and then we will face the power of the entire Xiaoyue tribe! And I have also heard of this tribe, it is said that it is one of the strongest tribes on the outside of our Great Wilderness, and the odds of victory are very low!"

"Toure, today I am going to teach you another little knowledge of war, that is, a strong fortress is often not destroyed by external forces, but begins with internal disintegration. In war, we should not always think about working hard. ”

Wang Xiaotian shook the telescope in his hand leisurely, and said to Toure with a preachy look, that look like a military boss.

On the other side, the general of the dignified Ink Blade Army, the experienced Toure, actually looked like he was being taught at this moment, obviously convinced of what Wang Xiaotian said.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, killing people and setting fire to the sky!"

Pretending to chant a poem, Wang Xiaotian pretended to look up at the sky indifferently, but his clenched fists showed that Wang Xiaotian's mood at this moment was not as relaxed as he appeared.

Looking at the beast-like tribe in front of him, Wang Xiaotian felt a little complicated in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that the rune technology of Gray Stone City was a little low, and there were still many materials that could not be fully configured, he really didn't want to attack the camp at night like this.

A single "Iron Sun" can directly destroy this camp.

At present, except for the pain of a shot of the steel sun when he asked Toure to carry out the "Operation Pure Winter" before, now he really can't get a second shot, not to mention the energy storage time of the steel sun, just because there are some people in this Xiaoyue tribe who are not afraid of the power of the steel sun, which extinguishes his thoughts, and what he wants is not a piece of white land, but a level, a level that guards the throat of this main road.

......

The night flows quietly.

When the night is at its thickest, the sentinels of the sentry camp have to yawn and stomp their feet in the cold winter night, this time is the most tired time for people, the so-called darkness before dawn is said to be this time, even the most energetic people will have a trace of sleepiness at this moment, and the calm sentry camp at this time there is movement.

The light of the fire shone out from the camp, and the dancing flames stood out in the dark night.

Wang Xiaotian, who was already drowsy, heard this movement, and couldn't wait to flash to a tree, took out a telescope and looked at the panicked camp in the distance.

"Ink Blade Army! Prepare for battle! Don't infiltrate with a small force, directly organize a military formation, and give me control of the walled gate! Hehe, these fireproof ironwood are a good thing, tell all the Ink Blade Army to control the camp gate for me, and we will go to close the door and beat the dogs for these orcs of the Xiaoyue tribe!" Wang Xiaotian lowered his voice, turned his head and shouted to the soldiers who were dormant behind him, he had been squatting here for so long, for this moment.

Soon after, there was a rush behind him, and countless swift figures continued to rush out of the jungle, and under the leadership of Toure, this group of Ink Blade Army, which had been fighting in small teams all year round, showed the unique discipline of the group army, and soon rushed to the camp.

"Bloody hoof, where is the bloody hoof, where is the death!" Wang Xiaotian shouted to the other side again, and found Baron, who was squatting on the ground with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and he said quickly: "Balon, you listen to me! When the ink blade controls the camp gate, you lead someone to rush in for me, push me over as fast as possible, and then guard at the foot of their mountain! No one of them is allowed to go down to the bottom of the mountain!"

At the same time that Wang Xiaotian was assigning tasks to the Bloodhoof Army, Ink Blade, under the leadership of Toure, had quickly approached the camp.

It was surprising that there was a huge camp, full of firefighting sounds, but there was no effective organization, and when Inkblade approached the camp, the sentinel towers were indifferent.

What surprised Toure the most was that the hardest to conquer iron gate of the sentinel camp was slowly opened from the inside.

"Are the commanders of this camp all idiots?" Toure was a little speechless at the chaotic group of orcs who looked like a swarm of headless flies, but his good military qualities made him give orders quickly.

The Ink Blade Army quickly attacked, and the squad of shooters occupied the watchtower! The warrior squad formed a defensive formation to defend the gate, throwing guns, throwing axes, and giant shields...... One by one!

Just after Inkblade took control of the outskirts of the camp, a group of heavily armed Bloodhoof orcs followed, unlike Inkblade, the Bloodhoof Army drove straight into the camp and rushed into the chaotic camp, because their task was not to control the camp, but to kill!