After thinking for a moment, he said, "If it's just the expected forces, then we have a chance to win." First of all, we have to sneak up on them after entering the mountain, kill their priests in one go, and then retreat to the base, use the base's defenses to resist, and slowly consume their warriors and knights, so that they continue to lose blood. Until the other side could not bear the losses and retreated. According to the tradition of this plane, if the attacking force loses more than a third, the commander will retreat, unless the attacker has a special mission or unwavering goal. And we should be able to hold out until they retreat. Ordinary soldiers don't matter, our main targets should be the knights and knights, just deal with them on the walls and inside the base!"

"Maybe I should remind you not to forget the brood," said Quicksand. ”

"The brood, it's still in its ......infancy," Richard was a little curious.

"It's also capable of fighting when it's young, and don't forget, it's capable of foraging for food on its own. ”

Richard frowned and thought about it, and when he thought of the brood, his consciousness contacted the brood on its own, and he could feel that it was stuck somewhere deep in the forest, that it had caught its prey, that it was eating, and that it was constantly feeling satisfied.

"Early tomorrow morning, return to the forward base. Richard gave instructions to the brood. The brood's consciousness fluctuated in response.

Night fell on this strange land. The sky was a deep blue close to black, and there was only one moon, which radiated a pale glow, but was almost completely overwhelmed by the brilliant twinkle of the stars. The number of stars visible to the naked eye in the sky was almost several times greater than that of Noland, as dense as a noblewoman's pearl-covered skirt.

The town called Oss had been asleep in normal times, but now it was very noisy. Bands of heavily armed warriors were encamped outside the town, and only Sir and the knights were able to sleep soundly in the town's beds. The knights' servants were also able to rest in the town, and the only houses they could occupy were the houses.

The townspeople did not sleep, but were busy preparing supper for the warriors and nobles who had arrived from afar. There were only more than 300 inhabitants in the town, and there were warriors who were about the same number as the residents in the town, plus dozens of aristocratic lords who even the mayor had to bend down and take off his hat to salute.

Not to mention that the townsfolk like Sir have never seen a lot in their lives, even the knights can walk sideways in the town in the past.

At this time, the mayor of the town was standing in his small but exquisite restaurant, respectfully facing several aristocratic lords who were munching on their desks.

In the center sat a middle-aged man with a thick beard and a body as muscular as a bear, about forty years old, with a hideous scar on his neck, although he was wearing a noble high-necked linen shirt, but with an open necklinen, and the flesh-red scar was as striking as the scar of a mollusk. After swallowing a piece of boiled beef, he looked up at the mayor and said, "Hasn't Sir Goyo heard any news yet?"

"No, Lord Minthai. ”

"That guy doesn't know what's going on, we think we should be careful. Mintae said.

"What are you afraid of this time with the priest of the temple walking with us?" said a grim-faced man at the other end of the table, obviously not having much respect for Mintai: "Didn't the chief priest of the temple Kami say that he had received the oracle of the God of Courage, and that the strength of the invaders this time was very ordinary? If he sends the news back, we will divide his favor and labor. ”

A layer of anger rose on Sir Mintai's face and he said, "Goyo is only a striker! he is not the commander of the troops, I am!"

"Who knows? Don't forget, Gao You's elite who are good at mountain combat! How come there is no news at all?" the man shrugged, and said, "Maybe when he goes back this time, he will be more than just a striker." ”

Mintae snorted heavily and stopped talking, instead angrily brandishing his knife and fork in an effort to deal with the large piece of boiled beef in the basin.

In the forest outside the town, several pairs of eyes are silently observing the movements of the town under the cover of leaves and branches. A moment later, Gonde leaped out of the canopy with agility and agility that was completely out of his size, and landed silently when he landed. If someone tries to fight him in the jungle terrain based on Gonde's size, it will most likely end in tragedy.

Richard stood under the trees, hiding himself in the shadows of the woods. He had no experience in jungle combat or stealth, and did not dare to scout the enemy as close as Splash and Gonder.

Gangde walked up to Richard and said, "Chief, I have counted just now, and there are two knights, fifteen knights, and two hundred and eighty warriors, of whom eighty are elites. If they were all cleaned up this time, and counting the ones we had killed before, then two-thirds of Baron Fosa's elite would be reimbursed. ”

Richard nodded and said, "Okay, let's go back and ambush at the predetermined location tomorrow." Just leave a splash here to keep an eye on it. ”

Gangde nodded, and blew a bird's call, which he had learned and used on the way back, and was the chirping of a common local night owl. Orar emerged from the woods on the other side, three-quarters of his elven blood allowing him to move freely through the forest. The abundance of minstrels' tricks is good for concealment.

As soon as the day dawned, the town of Oss began to be noisy again.

The knights and knights had cleaned up with the help of their servants and had finished their breakfast. The warriors formed up outside the town, then joined up with the knights and marched towards the mountains.

After walking less than a kilometer out of the town, we reached the end of the road, where the war horses could not go any further. Both the knights dismounted, and the servants brought their horses back to the town, while they themselves marched deep into the mountains with the low-ranking warriors. The knights all changed into chain mail with two levels of less defense, as did the two knights. Although they can carry tens or even hundreds of kilograms of heavy armor and move freely, they can move freely without mounts, and it will be very difficult to move on the soft ground of the forest if they wear heavy armor. As for Dou Qi, Dou Qi is not wasted in this way, and the Dou Qi consumed by long-distance weight-bearing armor is enough for one or two full-body defenses.

The most striking thing in the team was not only the two knights in demon armor, but also the two Temple Priests. They all wore the same dark red round-necked robes, with the only difference being that the older priest's robe was embroidered with gold trim, apparently of a higher rank. The surrounding warriors had great respect for the two priests, even more than the knights. Even Sir Mintai was very polite to them. As clergy who had been pampered in the temple for many years, it was obviously drudgery to abandon their horses and walk the mountain paths, but the two priests were clearly in good spirits. Capturing an alien invader is the fastest way to gain divine grace, and that hard work is nothing at all.

Sir Mintai had a short temper, but he was very experienced in his use of troops, and he had already sent out lightly armed scouts to scout the front and the flanks. But as they went deeper into the forest, the whole team couldn't help but stretch out. The approximate range of the intruder's appearance had long been delineated in the oracle, so the route of the march was also designated in advance, and several dangerous places that were convenient for ambush were well known to the knight.

Mintai was at the head of the line, Sir Huber was at the back of the line, and four knighted priests dedicated to protecting the temple.

As the team passed down a steep slope, Sir Mintai glanced up at the top of the slope with a vague uneasiness. However, the terrain was open and there was no one to ambush, and the scout had just sent a signal that there was no warning, so he strode over.

On a large tree with dense foliage on the steep slope, the face of the elven bard quietly appeared. He almost blended in with the canopy, and his whole body seemed to be clinging to the thick trunk without any sense of zài, and even swaying slightly in the wind. Oral gaze fell on the two priests who had just come into view. In the bushes under the trees where he was hiding, there were two corpses of scouts with body temperatures.

The troubadour slowly drew his longbow, the tip of the arrow gradually pointing at the priests. There were two priests? It's an accident, but the choice is simple, find the one with the most gorgeous clothes, and most likely it's right.