Renard originally thought that his first combat mission would be exciting, but later realized that it was far from what he had thought before, or what he had seen on TV in his previous life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAlthough the Sharp Knife Force camp is already at the forefront of the confrontation with the cultivators, it doesn't mean anything. The camp of the Sharp Knife Force is basically a plain area in front of it, and there will be some soldiers from the cultivator's side patrolling from time to time less than three hundred meters, although these ordinary soldiers are easy to pinch to death for any member of this team, but in order not to be found, O'Neill really can't touch them, so he has to go around in a big circle to the mountain where the cultivators' backs are leaning.

Although the distance was only a few kilometers in a straight line, when they made a detour, they first took a day's carriage ride, and then walked nearly 50 kilometers of mountain roads for three nights to reach their destination. The reason why they walk so slowly is that they can't move during the day, so they can only hide in the bushes or grass on the mountain and sleep, and only after it gets dark can they set off cautiously, and they can't make a lot of movement along the way.

Enriel and the cultivators have some means similar to the artificial satellites that Renard saw in his previous life to detect this mountain road, and the "satellites" of this world, according to O'Neill's description, are more effective than the best military satellites in the United States in Renard's previous life, at least the military satellites will not be able to move several people in a large detection range during the day, or if there is a big movement at night, the alarm can be triggered immediately. The result of triggering the alarm, O'Neill had seen it once: according to his account, it was the army of cultivators who were at least three times as close as them that were at least three times as close as them, and O'Neill was the only one who survived. O'Neill's previous captain died in the attack.

Renard is not much more comfortable, for him, the pain of the daily concealed and rapid march is 100% transmitted, but when others sleep, they need to find a corner, lie on the ground, and sleep with poisonous insects and mosquitoes are particularly uncomfortable, and he can teleport to the imperial capital, go to sleep comfortably on the bed after a big meal, and then teleport back to continue the operation when it is almost dark.

After four days on the road, the energy and enthusiasm that Renard had begun to have had almost worn out, and he was a little mechanical and weak in responding to O'Neill's orders. The other two full-fledged mages were in a similar mental state to Renard. O'Neill was not surprised by this, though, and though he didn't say anything to appease him, he at least didn't blame it for that reason - it was just the treatment of a formal mage. There were two ordinary soldiers in the same state, they were much more pitiful than a few full-fledged mages, and they were covered in blood by O'Neill unceremoniously holding the hilt of his sword.

When the days on the road had finally passed, and Reynard thought that the assassination was about to begin, O'Neills, who had just returned from observing the terrain from hiding in the bushes, was on the top of a valley where the patrol had passed, and he frowned at the clear sky. No one asked, and he didn't say anything.

After O'Neill gathered everyone, he distributed five days' worth of dry food to each of them from the space props given by the army, so that everyone could hide in place and not be discovered, and also assigned everyone a training homework that they needed to find their own corners to do. Every day when it is just dark, I go to the designated place to check the training situation and wait for the next day's orders.

Renard asked the reason curiously, and O'Neill didn't hide it: "The weather has been too good recently, and the visibility of the air is too high, if you assassinate at night in this weather, you will definitely be discovered by the location powerhouses stationed here so close, and then you won't be able to leave." ”

At this time, the new illusion mage beside him was a little impatient: "You can let me cover it up with a spell." "His endurance in the past few days has almost reached the limit, and now he knows that he will continue to hide in the mountains for an indefinite period of time, and his mood is not very good. O'Neill shook his head: "No, if there is no elemental flow brought by heavy rain, the elemental fluctuations caused by your spell will definitely be sensed by the exterior cultivators." ”

Renard asked, "Does the rain cause the elements to flow?" O'Neill pointed to a nearby mountain, "Not normally, but it will be here." The abundant water vapor will make the exotic flowers and plants on this mountain grow much faster than normal, and they need to absorb the elements to grow, so here, when it rains heavily, there will be some abnormal flow of the elements. This state of affairs is very favorable for our assassination. ”

O'Neien paused, took a sip of water, and continued, "So, we need to wait for the heavy rain to act. In order to cover up the spell fluctuations, but also to make some masks in the field of vision. ”

The illusion mage was a little reluctant, but nodded anyway, and then a dozen people scattered and began to find a place to dig a hole in the ground. After all, the undergrowth on the surface cannot be destroyed.

Renard found a corner, borrowed a tree and a bush to build a hidden teleportation point for himself, and then walked in, teleported to the imperial capital, and lay down directly on the bed: "It's really boring. ”

The Book of Death mimics an eerie tone: "Patience and discipline are essential. ”

Renard showed a smile with a little nostalgia: "Okay, stop playing meme, I'm an alliance, not a tribe." ”

Book of Death: "Hmm...... Did you guess wrong, it is said that there are nearly 20% more tribal players than alliance players. ”

Renard shook his head: "Your information is outdated, that was three years ago. The Book of Death didn't answer, but Renard felt Stormwind ring in his ears. Renard sighed: "Aren't you afraid that I miss it too much, and just give up this side of the matter and return to Earth?"

The Book of Death smiled: "Do you want to go back?" then cultivate to the pseudo-god as soon as possible, cultivate to the pseudo-god, and I will be able to connect to the coordinates over there and send you back." But if you're going because you're an Alliance or a Horde, you're going to be disappointed in the current state of the game. ”

Renard asked, "Can you throw me over, but can't you send me back?"

The Book of Death replied, "A game that can run on a computer with 1 GB of RAM will definitely be fine on a computer with 8 GB of RAM." But the reverse is not necessarily true. ”

After roughly understanding the meaning of the Book of Death, Renard didn't bother to ask more, because he didn't want to listen to the Book of Death nagging knowledge outside the world. He slowly relaxed himself and fell asleep.

......

This time the rain came a little slower than expected, and everyone replenished the dry food at O'Neill - including Renard, and he threw the extra dry food directly into the space props, after all, it tasted a bit like beef jerky - and then, on the eighth day, the heavy rain was late. At this time, it had been cloudy for two days, and the earth mage asked O'Neill a little worriedly the night before, "What if that boy doesn't come out after the rain?" O'Neill swore and said, "Don't worry, there are people we bought from the cultivators." The earth mage seemed to have a lot of trust in O'Neill on this point, and nodded, not asking any more questions.

On the evening of the eighth day, O'Neill directly gave everyone a pair of night vision glasses that could see things at night as clearly as during the day, and Reynard had not known that O'Neill still had such things. O'Neill assigned everyone a place to lie down in an ambush: "Act tonight." Once you succeed, we don't have a chance to fail, remember. ”

Everyone's faces turned serious, and Renard breathed a sigh of relief: anyway, this boring days of preparation were finally over.