The next morning, just after eight o'clock, more than 200 well-dressed soldiers stood in the open space outside the city. The soldiers stood on either side of the clearing.

A group of centaurs and centaurs are very neat, all minotaurs, each holding a long axe in their hands, wearing leather armor, looking majestic. The composition of the other group of centaurs is much more complex, with dark elves, naga, harpies, orcs and even a cyclops. The weapons are also varied, and everyone is holding their own weapons, but it can also be seen from the vigilant movements in their eyes that these people are good at taking charge of themselves.

If you don't know, when you see this scene, you think that the two major organizations that occupy Nit City finally can't bear it anymore and are ready to fight here to decide the ownership of Nit City.

Perhaps because the leaders of the two organizations had already told these men what had happened, although the two groups of men and horses glared at each other angrily, they did not fight because of this, but restrained themselves and just stared at each other.

However, since the two major organizations had already sent people to clear the nearby area, the grand scene of the two organizations looking at each other was not seen by outsiders.

"I said the minotaur on the other side, what are you doing with such big eyes, is it because the old lady is in too good shape, believe it or not, if you look at the old lady again, you will cut off your third leg. A group of echoes echoed her.

Several bullheads gasped, but no one left the team without permission due to the majesty of the leader.

The Minotaur leader Dais suppressed his men and horses, and then looked at Monica in the opposing team without expression. "Monica, you should know the importance of this operation, if you want to use these small means to make my subordinates make a fool of themselves in front of adults, it is wishful thinking, I advise you to put away your tricks, otherwise, we will all look bad on our faces. ”

After the Minotaur Days finished speaking, he stared straight at Monica.

"Cut, it's boring, you have a point. Monica was not naïve enough to think that she would be able to sweep the other party out of the game with a little trick, otherwise they would have been kicked out of Nite City a few years ago.

The provocative remarks just now are nothing more than an instinctive habit of years of confrontation. So, under the constraints of the two leaders, the two sides began to recuperate and prepare for the next action.

As soon as nine o'clock in the morning arrived, there was a sound of neat footsteps outside the woods, and the two men and horses hurriedly got up and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

I saw a group of men and horses coming from outside the woods. At the head of the group were more than two dozen stone warriors, all of whom held a huge steel shield in their hands, protecting themselves and ready to deal with attacks from the enemy.

Behind the stone warriors was the mage regiment that Brackada, who terrified the entire continent. Each of these people wore this white uniform, and on the left chest of the uniform was a silver cross pinned to the left chest, which was the silver cross of one of the three major mages of Bracada. Each of them had a short staff in their hands, and the magic gems on the short staff shimmered with various lights, and it was clear that these people were taking turns casting detection spells, and no army could sneak up on the mage group. This is the motto of the Order of the Silver Cross.

Around this unit, there are a number of blue-skinned gods and monsters floating in the air, constantly roaming around the team, ready to clear the wanderers of potential enemies lurking around.

When Days and Monica saw Bracada's army arriving, they hurried over. At this moment, the purple robed mage Cedros walked out, and he nodded to Dais and Monica, "Lead the way ahead, it's up to you to make this way." ”

"Yes, my lord. Days and Monica were very respectful, and after a salute, they led the group down the road to their predetermined direction.

Since this area belongs to the junction of the Minotaur tribe of the Golden Council, all the large and small organizations in this area have been either absorbed or exterminated by the two major organizations, and in addition to the fact that last night, the two major organizations sent teams to wipe out all the way overnight, so it can be said that this road is extremely peaceful.

The group walked very smoothly, and not even a single beast was encountered along the way. Naturally, this made Master Sadros very satisfied, and he complimented him in person, which made Dais and Monica energetic and start working harder.

Bracada's army did not move fast, but it was resilient, and most of the time it was marching at a normal pace, except for the lunch break, and generally did not stop to rest except in exceptional circumstances. Of course, this also has to do with the fact that the mage group has been casting various buff spells. If an ordinary army were to march in this way, it would probably be weakened by fatigue and would not be able to respond quickly and correctly to any unexpected situation.

And the mages of Bracada did, and in a way, magic did change the basic pattern of warfare in this world.

During the night, the mages of Bracada's mage regiment took out portable single tents from their storage pockets one by one, and began to build a circular camp according to their usual training, and took out portable steel fences from their pockets, built a simple defense line on the perimeter of the camp, and arranged one alert spell after another on the periphery of the camp, and the whole camp was built like iron and copper.

A minotaur sat beside the fire and watched with envy as the mages sitting around the campfire took out all kinds of pastries from their storage bags and placed them on the table, and began to eat their dinners like nobles. Several mages even brought out several pots of steaming black tea. If it weren't for the prohibition of alcohol on the march, they would have even been able to pull out a few bottles of fine wine.

"It would be nice if we could be like them when we could. The minotaur glanced at the delicate pastry on the table, wiped a handful of saliva, and then took a bite of the somewhat hard jerky.

"Well, don't complain, aren't there still many tribesmen who can't eat, the day before yesterday I heard a tribesman who ran back from other places say that there was a famine there in them, and they couldn't find a grain of food within a few hundred miles, so they could only live by eating the corpses of the tribesmen who died of starvation. A minotaur muttering on jerky.

As for the camp of the Golden Council not far away, it was much quieter, and everyone silently finished their share of dinner, and then began to take turns resting, ready to deal with danger at any time.

The night was like autumn water, and under the same moonlight, it shone on people of different lives, and no one noticed that there was a pair of eyes staring at them not far beyond the camp.