In a modest mansion not far away, a silver-haired Isli sat at a boss's table in a yukata and his chin in fists.

"Yes, no one survives..."Isli looked at the dark-haired Rigarut standing in front of him.

"That's why I said that those three were not fit for a reconnaissance mission," Rigarut reported, "and it was predictable from the beginning that they would disobey orders... If it had been handed over to me..."

Isli chuckled, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't survive..."

"Doesn't that way we know that the current town of Pieta has gathered the forces that can defeat the three of them..."

"Huh?" Rigarut was a little puzzled.

"The people under our command didn't ask him to scout in the first place, but he would really be honest if he scouted obediently. "In that case, let's just be flexible and send the guy who is not heartbroken when he dies in the first place. ”

"As for leaving it to you," Isley laughed again.

"Here, once the fire is lit, the person who can't hold back the most can't help but make a move, isn't it you?

"The title... Please don't do it again—" Rigarut was interrupted by Isli before he could finish speaking.

"Sorry, it's all in the past. ”

"In any case, since the other party has gathered a considerable degree of combat power, then we should also have corresponding actions. ”

Isley's fingers slammed on the table.

Rigarut was startled, he was a little unsure of what the man in front of him was trying to do.

"It's just the right time to get all the guys who usually like to be presumptuous. ”

Isli's serious expression was full of domineering.

"Twenty-seven in total, the army of the north, dispatched. ”

"Kill Pietta, the starting place of Alphons, and leave no armor behind. ”

"It seems," said Rigarut meaningfully, "that it will become a barren land where not even a trace of life exists, Pieta ......"

"Whether it is birds and animals, flowers and trees, they must be killed. Isli's words sentenced Pietta to death, along with all the warriors on Pietta.

Let the name of Pieta ...... Mercy be gone...!

"Oh yes, I'll go with you. While Priscia hadn't woken up yet. ”

Isli stood up, a little taller than Rigarut.

"How can such a trivial matter allow you to be yourself?" said Rigarut, kneeling on one knee and earnestly.

"I didn't fight, but I made a deal with a little warrior and she's ruining the deal now, so I'm going to have to ask for an explanation. ”

Isli lifted Rigarut.

"Are you afraid I won't be able to catch her?" said Rigarut, a little displeased.

"I still need you to command the army of the North, how can I not trust you?"

Isli patted Rigarut on the shoulder, took his silver shawl from the back of his seat and draped it over his body. The moment you go out, it's gone.

Rigarut was left alone helplessly in a daze at the location of the long-vanished Isli, and then went out as well.

He was the commander of the army of the North, and now he was going to gather them together and set foot on Pietta.

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All the fighters rested in place, heavy breathing, panting. All the warriors still looked a little flustered.

Izu's heart pounded as she sat on the snow, and the cold feeling that had surrounded her before came back again.

What the hell is going on? Is there something wrong with my spirit?

"It's so unpleasant!" a somewhat masculine voice rang out among the warriors as Miria, unscathed and alone to finish off the Awakened, walked up.

Wentini's muscular arms were crossed in front of him, his face full of displeasure.

"To you, are we just pawns in your hands? Speaking of which, it's hard to group like this now, isn't it?"

Wentini continued.

"Suddenly, I pushed people who haven't been awakened and fought with until now to the front line... I want to know that they can't do it, and the command is just in the way. ”

"It just turned out to be a bunch of people bleeding for nothing... Wouldn't it be better for useless guys to let them be backup to the actual combat troops in the first place?"

Wentini gritted his teeth, his expression very unkind.

"If you don't answer well, I'm not going to continue to obey your orders. ”

"Who... Do you know the number of deaths?"

"Ahh Many were wounded, but no one was killed. This time everyone walked away. One of the warriors seemed to answer Flora's question in a very happy tone.

Indeed, except for a defensive warrior named Yuma who lost his right arm and could not continue to participate in the battle for the time being, all the other fighters were slightly injured and did not affect the next battle, but because Yuma was a defensive warrior, as long as she was given time to completely regenerate her right arm.

"In other words, this time," Flora continued, "everyone has indeed accumulated actual combat experience against the Awakened. ”

Wentini's face softened slightly.

"Let some people act as back-ups in the first place, stay behind the actual combat troops..."Flora looked at Wentini.

"It's definitely a very different meaning than holding a sword against the Awakened yourself. ”

"What's more, if there are low-ranking people in the team, the situation will become even more sinister when the fighters at the top of the ranks fight... The burden will become heavier than usual. ”

Flora no longer looked at Wentini, but at the group.

"The real significance of Miria's detachment this time is to let everyone gain the experience of fighting the Awakened, and to strengthen the tacit understanding with the high-ranking warriors..."

"In other words, it is to strengthen the basic combat power of the 25 people present, am I right?"

This time, Flora looked at Miria, but Miria didn't reply.

"Cut!" Wentini whispered, "Whatever she does, this is a battle that is not strange no matter how many people die." ”

"Even in a tough way, things won't change!" said Wentini, turning his back to the group.

"Hey, where are our spare gears?, the man in black should have helped us prepare, right?" asked Wendini viciously to a subordinate soldier next to him, as if to hide his embarrassment.

"Ah, it's all in the warehouse of the East Side Inn. "The fighter who was asked was a little nervous.

"Seems to have been noticed," Claire whispered as she stood beside Miria.

"yes, it's not just a lot of people who have noticed..."

"But, at the end of the day, we had no way back from the beginning..."

"No matter how you stir it up, you still have to fight against the water. ”

"Before the ghost gate closed, I kept struggling, and then I became stronger. ”

"Fight your way out of your own way..."

"That's the only chance we have left!"