The giant spider that was forcibly dragged back to the ground from the air by the Running Rats had basically lost the ability to struggle and resist, and the corrosive poison was constantly injecting into its body along the three long barbed tails at the moment, restricting its further movements, and the Running Rats stepped directly on the giant spider's body and began to tear and gnaw unscrupulously.

Knowing that although he had already revealed some of his magical abilities in front of the eyes of these soldiers, it was obviously inappropriate for them to watch him "dispose" of the Abyss Heirs in front of him, so he immediately gave orders for the soldiers of the Chasseur Regiment to turn around and collect the remains and weapons of their dead comrades, and leave the space to deal with this terrifying magical creature to himself.

Although Xiuge knew that the descendant of the abyss, who had transformed into a walking spider, had the ability to communicate with him, he didn't want to bother with it, and after making sure that no one else around him was observing or spying on him, Xiuge came to the giant spider.

At this point, the beast was basically immobile.

Under the influence of the corrosive magic that the Rat was constantly infused, it could not even maintain its form as a walking spider, and began to slowly "melt" towards the original appearance of the Descendants of the Abyss.

The familiar organs of the Abyssal Heirs began to grow deep within the writhing black pus, but Shug didn't give it a chance to speak to himself.

With his previous experience, he knew that there was no point in talking to these guys, and if he wanted to know the specific experience and situation of the other party, it was better to choose a more direct way.

As a result, a large number of mirror messenger mist exploded on Xiuge's body, and the Descendant of the Abyss, who felt the mortal threat, let out a miserable hiss, and those pus tried to begin to spread far away, but the mist from the Abyss Court was two points faster, and they shrouded everything in front of them extremely quickly, and all the power in the Descendant of the Abyss was immediately and ruthlessly extracted and plundered, and soon, the desperate hiss it emitted was completely drowned in the dense fog.

This time, Xiuge was ready to deal with the massive amount of unfamiliar memories in advance.

Since it was not suitable to start organizing and digesting these memories immediately, Xiuge only carved out a space in his mental world, and he concentrated these memories in a centralized manner, so that they did not interfere with his mind and state as much as possible.

The Rat of Madness apparently understood the meaning of Xiuge's behavior, and it felt that the food it had in its hand seemed to be gone, so it squealed twice with some dissatisfaction, and while the mist of the messenger in the mirror had not completely plundered the power of the Abyss Heir, it secretly lowered its head and tore two more bites on its target's body.

This is its "appearance tip" this time.

After a few moments, Shug finished his devouring action, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples vigorously, dispelling the drowsiness in his head a little, and then turned and walked towards the place where the hunters were.

……

Admiring the strong and the heroic is a tradition of the Wattle soldiers.

Therefore, when Shuge and the others successfully returned to the large ranks of the march, they were immediately greeted with a warm and silent welcome.

….

There was no way to do this, after all, the hunting regiment was still on the march, and the two "teething sticks" candy handed over and the pot of highland dessert wine that Alfred secretly left for him were already a celebration of Xiuge's feat.

Although this form is very simple, Shuge can feel the eager and uplifting gaze in the eyes of others.

The captured Teresa hunters even stumbled over a few words.

From Meyer's mouth, Shug learned that these Teresa hunters, who followed traditional customs, seemed to see themselves as "the chosen messengers of the hunting gods".

In their simple understanding, only the will and strength of the god of hunting could expel or kill the evil beasts that should not exist in this world at all, and if they were not still in captivity, these hunters would almost voluntarily become followers of Xiuge.

After that hidden danger was successfully solved, the hunting regiment recovered

At the beginning of the march, multiple reconnaissance teams became active again, and the speed of the overall team began to increase.

As the team progressed, the hunter captives from the Black Forest Town gradually began to become frightened and angry, and they finally realized that these soldiers from the Highland Kingdom were marching towards their homeland.

So the hunters began to make noise and struggle, trying to persuade or stop the soldiers' movements—but it was obviously impossible, and a few simple tricks silenced the hunters completely, and they could now only make a slight noise, not too loud at all.

Shug glanced at the hunters, then he sighed softly, "Professor, we are already invaders to them."

"I know."

Meyer's face was heavier than before, but he remained calm: "These people didn't think that the war would spread so quickly to the place where they lived...... They feel that this war should be the same as in the past, with countries facing each other on a frontal front, with the victorious side advancing and the losing side retreating until the winner is decided."

Wei Lin, who had been walking quietly beside her, suddenly whispered, "The changes on the frontal battlefield are too fast...... While in Brownhill, I had a conversation with a mage who was wounded in the Silver Corridor, and he said that it was time for the defense now."

"Yes, the change in armament has forced a change in magic, and the change in the strategy of using magic has led directly to the modification of the original tactical system."

"In this case, any assault and attack on the frontal line is not worth it, so everyone will find a way to open a new front to break this stalemate, just like we do now."

"It's a lot of pressure from this standoff."

Meyer stepped over a piece of dead wood and said, "The state of the Kingdom of Wattle and the Kingdom of Hain is relatively good, and the battle line and morale can be maintained with sufficient supplies, but the situation of Saint-Steele is not optimistic."

He raised his hand and wiped a piece of ice crystal from the bark of the tree next to him: "The temperature there is much harsher than ours here, once the war is prolonged, then there will be a big problem in replenishing personnel and materials, if there are other external forces to interfere at this time, then the kingdom of St. Steele is very likely to fall into decline, which is likely to make the whole war change beyond everyone's expectations."

….

In the midst of a wordless conversation, the hunting regiment finally came to the edge of the forest.

The group began to recuperate, and a new team of scouts began to grope their way in the direction of the town of Black Forest and the Black Forest fortress - they needed to verify what they had received from the hunters of Teresa.

Alfred and other officers unfolded a map in the woodland, this map was improvised, based on information received by the scouts, it mainly showed the terrain near the town of the Black Forest, although it looked rudimentary, but with the help of the mages, some important landmarks and passages were presented in great detail.

Between the town and the forest, there is a river of considerable size, and on the river there are six bridges of different sizes, which in the direction of the Black Forest are important passages between the outside world and the town.

By this time, the river had begun to freeze, but no experienced officer would have made the decision to "cross the river directly from the ice" in the presence of an enemy mage.

"There are six of these bridges...... If we want to use supplies and ordnance to defend the town after we take it, then we must control these bridges, especially this one."

Alfred poked his finger twice the map, "This metal bridge, it's going to be our first target...... As long as we can control it, we have an important passage in this direction."

One officer expressed his concern: "The Tereans are not stupid, they know the importance of this bridge, and I am afraid that they will choose to blow it up."

Alfred immediately turned to look at Verin on the side, who was silent

After a few seconds, he shook his head and said, "Unlikely...... If the markings on the map are correct, then this is a metal bridge, and according to the custom of the mages of the kingdom of Teresa, there must be some permanent ritual attached to this important structure."

Wei Lin whispered, "Unless they can set up a large number of intense alchemy bombs and destructive magic rituals in a short period of time, there is absolutely no way to achieve this goal."

The judgment from the professionals made the officers smile with satisfaction, but then Master Krautz poured cold water on everyone: "Don't be too happy, this possibility cannot be completely ruled out...... If the Declans had known that we were heading in this direction, it would be highly likely that they would have prepared in advance."

He stepped forward and landed his finger on the sign of the Black Forest Fort on the side: "What are you going to do with this direction?"

Major Alfred had become accustomed to his partner's "negotiation style", so he picked up the kettle and took a sip and tentatively asked, "Three companies, is it enough?"

Klautz didn't speak, just stared at him.

"Tsk."

Alfred's expression changed, "Plus two Calfan heavy machine gun teams?"

"It's still not enough."

This time, it was not Krautz who spoke, but Verin, who had rarely expressed her opinion on military deployments.

Serious scholars always get everyone's attention whenever they speak, so when everyone present looked at it, Verine said, "As is customary in the Wattle army, I think at least one or two more assault squads with a full set of crystallized ammunition and weapons are needed......

….

Alfred raised an eyebrow, "What does Lady Verin mean is that there might be an integrated squad of sword-wielding hermits?"

"It is possible to reorganize and mix, after all, before and after the change in Salem City, the Legal Council has already deployed them in this direction, and the location of the Black Forest Fort is very delicate, and it may become their stronghold."

Vicline explained, "And...... From my past experience in the Legislature, it is highly likely that these Merlinle sword-wielders will be able to recruit the Declan forces who meet the requirements as their reserve members in these special times."

"You mean the Iris guard of the Teresa?"

"Yes."

Wei Lin nodded, "I looked through some battlefield reports in the Silver Corridor, and it was mentioned in the reports that the loss of the first defensive position was related to the Iris guards...... They've got a lot of support from Merlinle and in potions, gear, and magic, so I think we have to be careful."

The scholar's proposal was immediately accepted by a group of officers.

In fact, after the widespread use of new weapons, many soldiers who had witnessed and even experienced the power of magic in the past now had a psychological backlash - they began to instinctively trust the weapons in their hands, and developed a slight contempt for those extraordinary powers that were once able to easily harm them, and the users of those powers.

This is a very normal psychological phenomenon.

This is especially true for soldiers who are skilled in marksmanship, or who have been trained to operate heavy machine guns and new crystallized cannons.

However, the officers present were calm and sober.

They all knew that if a unit received full support and "upgrades" from Merlinle, then they would most likely become a major threat in the small battlefield, after all, although the firepower of the new ordnance could break through the traditional magical barrier head-on, it would still be inadequate in the face of the magical protection methods imposed on small groups at any cost.

"Okay, I see."

Alfred put down his water bottle, stared at the map and said, "In this case, we need to prepare accordingly for a frontal attack on the town...... Let's get our 'Kalfan boys, all take special ammunition and give them the highest standard of treatment as soon as the sword-wielder or iris guards show up!"

"Mr. Cleutz, inform our mage rifle team and verify the meaning of their existence

When we arrive, there are also our Stream mages, let them take care of all the heavy machine guns and our logistics, and not let any of them be lazy...... Lady Verin, I'll take care of the pre-attack magic ritual setup and inspection."

At this moment, Alfred no longer had the usual humor and easy-going, his eyes were cold, like a hungry wolf walking down from the plateau.

With that, he took out the crystal watch he had with him and checked the current time.

"All right, gentlemen! Go back to your place and fill our soldiers in advance...... In an hour and a half, it's time for dinner, so let's bring these Delanders a Wattle dessert!"

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