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In this way, he was sure that the defenders in the forest were fortified around the ten pyramids that rose above the treetops, and he could first cover the surroundings of Tallinn with heavy artillery and wipe out the defenders.

His flying cavalry had been waiting in the forest for most of the night, and the reason why they had not attacked Tallinn was because they had not yet figured out the deployment of the defenders in Tallinn.

When the boy appeared on the spire of the tallest pyramid, he felt as if things had taken a turn for the better, and his long-standing questions were about to become clear.

He had spent most of the time standing on a cliff several kilometers away from Tallinn, with a team of scouts, lying prone in a bush half a man high, hoping to see the fortifications of the forts, trenches, lookouts, or cities built by the defenders from the edge of Tallinn.

However, what puzzled him was that he had been there for half the night, and not only did he not see anything he wanted to see, but not even a single figure, so that he had some suspicions that the majestic pyramid of Tallinn opposite was not the tomb of the ancient gods, but a bluff.

He was frustrated by this, and a little annoyed by the report of the advance reconnaissance group, that they had reported to him a false piece of information before they had even thoroughly figured out who was to be reconnoitred, so that he had arrived here with so many attacking troops that he had not slept all night.

This man was the brigade commander of the current emperor of the Rama kingdom, who was the best at fighting siege battles in cities, with a black face wide enough to run a horse with a pair of small eyes that glittered with cold light, a nose as well-defined as the pyramid on the other side of the canyon, and a scar that slanted in the middle of the bridge of the nose.

The scar appeared on the midline of his body, which was so prominent that it could even be described as arrogant.

It was a memorial left by him when he led his subordinates to attack Chongyang City, the second largest city in the Heavenly Wolf Country and an important city in the north.

There are hundreds of scars like this, or arrow holes, on his body, and the miraculous thing is that each scar is not so bad that it kills him, so that he has survived to this day, and it has become his capital to show off to the soldiers and ask for glory and wealth from the emperor of Rama, who is the commander-in-chief of the front-line camp.

Luo Na Xuexuan did not hate his subordinates showing off their military exploits to him, so when he saw Brigadier Roque's naked scars, pointed to one of them and said that this was a great memorial left in the battle of a certain city, he had a heroic smile on his face, and he did not hesitate to reward him with fine wine and beautiful women, so that he could enjoy himself to the fullest.

When he received the report from the reconnaissance regiment's communications troops, he gave the task of capturing Tallinn and capturing the ancient gods to Brigadier Commander Roque.

Brigade Commander Roque received the order, pushed away the beautiful woman in his arms, and led his airborne brigade on a long run, rushed to the slope forest opposite Tallinn, joined the reconnaissance group that had arrived in advance, organized the two armies into a storming army, made a unified combat deployment, and let the soldiers camp in the forest, rest and wait for his order.

After that, he took the political commissar of the reconnaissance regiment and his messengers and escorts to the cliff on the top of the sloping forest, and aimed his cannon barrel at the sky over Tallinn.

He lay on his stomach in the bushes on the top of the cold cliff for hours, and he didn't see a single figure except the ten tall and mysterious pyramids, so he was naturally a little annoyed, as the commander of the city's siege, he didn't have much patience to do the work of a scout.

He liked to climb the high walls with his screaming soldiers and behead the enemy, and he didn't like to do this kind of hide-and-seek.

If his subordinates are a group of demons who kill people without blinking, then he is the demon king of that group of demons.

A person who is used to being a demon king is only used to eating people, and he can't sink his mind to what method he wants to use to eat people.

In other words, he is not only a front-line fighter who is extremely fierce and cruel to the enemy, but also a guy with strong self-confidence and dominance on the battlefield.

Now, this guy is ready to lash out at the reconnaissance commander next to him, ready to scold him for providing him with false information, so that he and his dear soldiers have not slept all night, wasting the mare's milk beauty that Emperor Rona has given him. His body was still unstoppably filled with their sweet frankincense.

However, just as his eyes were about to leave the cannon's glasses, he saw movement in Tallinn, the thick canopy of trees swaying, and a young man leaping from under the forest to the canopy of a tree, dodging and moving over the canopy.

The young man waved his hands again and again, swaying left and right, and every time he was about to fall, his figure flashed and moved towards the top of another dragon's blood maple tree, as if he was drunk, and his posture was clumsy and ridiculous.

However, his figure still gradually moved closer to a pyramid, and climbed to the top of the tower as if he were stepping on ice.

He believed that if there was a treasure buried in the tower, then the tower was the focus of attention of the opposing defenders, and by the time the boy climbed the tower, the defenders had already appeared in the gloomy forest under the spire.

So, as if he had amnesia, he suddenly forgot to insult the political commissar of the reconnaissance regiment who was lying beside him, and stared intently at every movement of the young man.

He turned the focus of the lens to the maximum, so that the figure and appearance of the teenager several kilometers away were in front of him.

By the bright moonlight, he saw that the young man had long black hair, a thin face, a thin body, and was wearing a royal blue casual sportswear, which looked heroic, but there was nothing particularly attractive.

Looking at his hidden body at that time, it also seemed a little strange, although he had already shown the characteristics of a divine martial artist, it was obviously not like a Feng Yuan technique, it seemed that his divine martial yuan power foundation was still shallow, so that there was always a danger of falling off the tower.

Looking at the appearance and dress of this young man, it is clear that he is a citizen of the Sky Wolf Country, but he is definitely not a soldier.

What are you doing climbing to such a tall pyramid in the middle of the night?

Are they like those who are ambushed on the cliff and want to get the ancient gods in the tower?

However, if he has such a bad skill, he has obtained a divine weapon, and I am afraid that he will be robbed by others.

Brigadier Roark stared at the young man as he climbed the tower like a phantom, thinking about it in his heart, and occasionally the charming smiles of the beauties writhing in his arms appeared like a slideshow.

However, none of these things were of concern to him.

For now, he just wanted to see if the boy could climb to the top of the tower and get something out of the tower that interested him.

Hopefully, the boy will do what he wants, so that he can have a praying mantis to catch the cicada and the yellow finch behind him, and snatch the thing from him.

As long as anything in the dense canopy under the spire flies out to attack the young man, he can get the answer that he has been guarding for most of the night, and he can order his men to use the cannon rapid-fire cannon he brought to fire intensively there, turning the defenders under the tower into a pile of flesh and blood. Then, he and his men can smoothly enter Tallinn, open the pyramid, and get what they want.

That's what a regular army like him should do, not like a bird scout who only hides and seeks.

He hoped that the boy in his camera would quickly climb to the spire, remove the stone from the spire as soon as possible, and take out the legendary ancient divine weapon.

However, the boy seemed to be very struggling, and every time he moved a few meters upward, he would slide a little downward, as if he were skating on the ice, and he was secretly anxious, and he gritted his teeth, and hated to get on his ass and send him up.

"Come on!"

"Hurry up!"

"Stand firm!"

He couldn't help but shout in a suppressed voice.

Finally, the last of the young man's figure flashed, and he staggered to the spire.

Moreover, he crouched down on the palm-sized platform at the spire, staring motionlessly at the smooth black lazuli beneath his feet, as if he had found something on it.

"Hey, there's a show!"

Brigadier Roque quickly spun the lens of a cannon barrel as big as his head, trying to see what was on the black gold rock.