"Chief, this is the fifth human with strange whereabouts that we have caught in this time, and it is too suspicious for these guys to come to us in a hurry when the other humans are all fleeing in a hurry. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

A centaur with a slightly wrinkled face, but deep eyes that glowed with wisdom, pointed to Berg-Blackhoof, whose feet had been trampled off by iron hooves and twisted into an exaggerated but unconscious human.

"Haha~ If they want to investigate, they can investigate with them, but I don't know how many lives they are prepared to pay to find out the results?"

Berg Blackhoof laughed nonchalantly after hearing this, this confidence made some of the centaurs around him look deeply appreciative, but after glancing at the centaur who had just spoken, Berg Blackhoof still reassured.

"I know you're worried, but have we ever encountered decent resistance in the last few days?"

"These humans are so weak that they basically don't have the courage to resist, and occasionally a few guys who dare to fight our centaur warriors pop up, but they can't do any injuries to our warriors at all. ”

"You know, after so many days of looting, we only hurt three unlucky people, and these three unlucky people are still too excited to hurt their own characters. ”

"I now regret not letting the female centaurs of the tribe come, because the situation will make us return with half the wealth. ”

The domineering declaration made the centaurs who gathered together in this matter couldn't help but laugh, this was an affirmation of their own tribe's strength, and even the centaur who had just reminded Berg-Blackhoof did not speak at this time.

In fact, in his heart, he may not take human beings to heart, but his consistent cautious style makes him still have to remind him, as for what should be after the reminder, what should it be, with the combat power of these human beings, even an old bone like him can easily solve ten.

"So, human, are you still reluctant to reveal your identity and some information that we don't know, like your previous companions?" Berg-Blackhoof interrogated the pale middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground.

It's just that his tone is not at all like the inevitable tone of interrogation, but a very casual attitude. It's the feeling that it's good to be able to ask, and it's okay if you can't, and in fact that's exactly what Berg Blackhoof thinks in his heart.

The middle-aged man who fell to the ground just tilted his head, although he was surprised that the centaur could speak Elven language, but he knew that he would die, and he had no way to pass on this information.

As for telling these centaurs a series of information about the Rising Sun Kingdom, the middle-aged man only thought about it in his mind for a second, and in an instant he threw the idea out of his mind.

Indeed, he saw several people in the centaur army on the road that he was dragged by the centaurs just now, maybe as long as he told the information and willingly became a leading party, then he might have a good chance of surviving temporarily.

But he couldn't do this, not because he was loyal to the king, but because all the information of these intelligence officers was recorded in the military command.

The middle-aged man can be sure that if he is alive and standing in the centaur army today, then in three days at most, his elderly father and his son, who has just learned to walk, will be erased from this world by a black hand, and this black hand is called 'military commander'.

It's not that I don't want to live, but I really don't dare to live.

The middle-aged man who understood his back just didn't say a word, his eyes closed, and let Berg-Blackhoof, who had been observing him, snort coldly and winked at the men beside him. Soon, only a blood-dripping headless corpse remained where the middle-aged man had been, and his sand-stained head was five or six meters away from his body with his eyes closed.

"Continue south, our goal is the largest city of mankind, the city of Boult!"

As if in an episode, Berg's Blackhoof was unaffected by the mood as he announced his final goal to the many centaurs gathered at his beheed.

And more than half an hour after the centaur army was vigorously marched, a small dry pond where the centaurs had been assembled suddenly appeared a man covered in mud, walked to the shore and took out the pen and paper carried by each intelligence officer from the middle-aged man who had died, and after a while of writing, rubbed the dried mud on his hands, and put his finger in his mouth.

With a crisp sound, a birdsong came from a large tree not far away, and a gray carrier pigeon flew towards a man whose face was covered in mud.

......

Boult City, Military Command Office.

The lark hadn't had a good rest in the past few days since he left Giggs, although for him the so-called job was only to give a death order to his men when he returned that day, and then waited for news in the office.

But his psychological pressure is the greatest among these intelligence system personnel, after all, Giggs gave him a death order to get accurate information in three days.

Although Giggs didn't say what he would do with him, the head of the intelligence department in Burt City, if he didn't complete the mission in three days, he knew that if he didn't complete this mission, his code name 'Sparrow' would not need to exist.

Because, the dead, don't need any code names.

So much so that his mental state looked very bad in the past two days, especially since today was the last day of the three-day period that Giggs had mentioned, and the scattered information did not accurately state the number of centaurs.

The most detailed piece of information still said that the number of centaurs was around four thousand, but it was not certain, because this was the intelligence officer's judgment from the traces of the centaurs' stationing locations on the road, and there was one of the most uncertain factors in it, that is, he did not know what the normal consumption of a centaur was.

In the midst of the collision of thoughts in his mind, the lark once again heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the wooden corridor, but this time he did not frown like the last time, but got up from his seat and opened the door with excitement and anticipation.

The subordinate who was about to knock on the door couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but was urged by the lark.

"Tell me, what important information is this, I hope this time it's the damn number of centaurs with four hooves!"

"Commissioner, as you might expect, this is accurate information on the number of centaurs, and it was an elite agent who hid in the mud for three hours before he observed~" (To be continued.) )