South of the Herseus Valley, thirty miles.

A strange convoy is heading along the post road.

They are called eccentric because unlike ordinary caravans, they do not carry much cargo, and they are ragged and dilapidated, like refugees on the run.

But most of the refugee teams are dragged families, men, women and children, and this team is all composed of strong men. Although they did not carry blades with them, they showed a certain level of martial arts in every move. This made the blue-clad archers on the hillside next to him immediately turn their attention to it.

"It's not a caravan, it's not a refugee, if I have to, it's like ...... Deserter. Among the male soldiers of the Five Lands, the members of the "Blue Cloth Long Shot" are all archers with sharp eyes and superb archery skills, and the tall young man took off the longbow and frowned thickly, "However, how can there be deserters here?"

"I don't know," replied the more mature one, "but the most important thing now is to stop them." ”

"Good. Without the slightest hesitation, the young archer jumped to the test. It's like he didn't even notice that there were only two people on his side, and the other side was hundreds.

"Don't be so reckless, Alda," the older archer asked, holding him down, "how long have you been away from the patrol of the valley?"

"It should be...... Half an hour. Alda replied after a moment's calculation.

"Then in a quarter of an hour, the next patrol will pass through here," the old man decided, "I'll stop them, and you will cover me." ”

"I'll go, Captain. Without waiting for him to react, Arda swooped down and got out of cover.

"Be polite. The old man shook his head helplessly and said a word of advice.

On the hillside, Alda emerges from behind a hazelnut grove. As he ran towards the post road at the foot of the mountain, he drew his longbow and shot an arrow.

He used a projectile technique, and the feathered arrow cut through an arc and stuck in the middle of the road.

In the convoy, the middle-aged man at the head of the team. Glancing at the arrow shaft that was still trembling not far ahead, he stopped, turned back and commanded.

Soon, the convoy slowly stopped, waiting for the arrival of the arrow-starter.

Even on the slopes of the hills, which were densely covered with bushes and boulders, Alda's speed was not affected in any way. He is like an elegant feline beast, running with a rhythmic beauty.

"Come. It's Snowton's 'long shot in blue'. A middle-aged man with short maroon hair introduced him to the left and right. He was about fifty years old, his clothes were old, and his face was ordinary, but on the hilt of the sword exposed at his waist, he could see exquisite carvings, and it was the most commonly used form by the military of the Principality of Anlan.

"Excuse me. Where did you come from?What did you do in the Herseus Valley?" Alda clasped his longbow with his backhand. The bowstring is pointing outward, which is a polite act.

"In Caldera Down," said the middle-aged man, who took a few steps forward, "I have come to join my old friend." ”

"Your Excellency has an old relationship with Master Allegri?" Alda's tone was in. It became solemn.

"Yes. Caldera nodded affirmatively.

"Then Sir will probably be disappointed, Master Allegri, who is not in the valley. Alda was honest.

"It's okay, can you inform the person in charge of the valley of my name and intention. Caldera added, "We'll wait here until we get an answer." ”

"Okay, wait a minute. Alda was completely relieved, he turned around, and made a few gestures from afar. A moment later, with a scream, an arrow flew high.

The small town of Brooke.

In the town of his name, Brooke has always been full of energy.

He first went to inspect the protective circle set up by Vilanoo and replaced a few magic crystals that had run out of energy. Later, he went to the Violet New Tower and counted the magic materials in the plane warehouse in order to determine the next purchase plan. Finally, I returned to the town office and began to deal with the day's daily affairs......

However, it didn't take long for a knock on the door to come out of nowhere. The old magician looked up in surprise, he had just instructed his subordinates not to disturb if they were fine.

"Come in!" Brooke said in a loud voice, the lead of the "blast ball" had begun to ignite.

But when he saw the girl who pushed the door in, his little anger suddenly disappeared.

"Miss Onesa, why are you here?" said Brooke, smiling.

"Master Brooke, I have come to ask you for something. Onisha bowed slightly.

"Sit down," Brooke said, leading her to the next tea-table, "whatever, you say." ”

"That's ......," Onessa sighed softly, as if a little embarrassed, "just now the patrol came back with news that someone had come to the valley and said that it was Allegri's old man, whose name was Caldera. ”

"Caldera?" Brooke thought for a moment, but didn't have a clue, and couldn't help frowning, "It can't be a liar, right?"

"No," Onissa shook her head and whispered, "he's not Allegri's old man, but ...... It's mine. ”

"Oh?" Brooke looked at him inquiringly.

"Count Caldera used to be the commander of the southern defense line of Anlan...... "Onesha gathered his thoughts for a moment and introduced slowly, "After the turmoil, he openly questioned Borriello's letter and declared that he was still loyal to the Anlan royal family, but as Snowton's army moved south, he was unable to resist and retreated, and finally led the remnants of his army into the mountains, and there has been no news since...... I didn't expect to come here. ”

"I guess I got the news that you're still alive, Miss," Brooke speculated, and then exclaimed, "It's rare to see such a loyal minister." ”

"Although Allegri asked me to be in charge of the affairs of the valley before leaving, whether or not to accept Caldera is not a trivial matter, and it cannot be decided by me in a word," said Onisa, "It is very likely that it will give the political opponent a pretext for attacking, so I have come to you to discuss." ”

"Hmm......" Brooke lost in thought. If it had been in the past, he might have hesitated, but after "accidentally" seeing some pictures that he shouldn't have seen, he has already regarded the girl as his real person.

"Count Caldera, how many people are you brought?" the old magician asked one last question for security reasons.

"The southern defense line is full of 50,000 people, but now, there are only a few hundred left......" Onisha showed a sentimental look on her face.

"Then it will be fine," said Brooke, "if it is inconvenient for Mademoiselle to come forward, I will go for you at once and bring in Count Caldera and the others." ”

"You've got you, Master Lao. Onisha bowed solemnly.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Make up for yesterday's second shift, today's third shift.) ）