The Mobigas civilization, which was older than the Lamanites but now extinct now, has a story of a hero entering the labyrinth to kill monsters in a few words that have been passed down to this day.

Like most stories from classical times, the combat aspect is unremarkable, and it only praises the hero's bravery. Therefore, what people talk about the most is the story of how the hero leaves the labyrinth after success.

The strange and ever-changing environment and the poisonous aura cause the heroes to start infighting. Only the sincerity of the heart for the lover and the brilliance of the weapons given by the gods can be the support of the soul and not lose its way.

The human entanglements and strong sense of substitution in this story have made the story go through thousands of years, and today's readers still listen to it with relish.

Legends are always based on reality to some extent.

The Druids' account of the Moebigas civilization, which was once a great reverence for magic, would have made many explanations possible if the labyrinth that seems so mysterious to people today, if its itself was more than just an intricate structure.

"The world is alive. "Henry speaks the language of the Moon Country, and Sakura can understand every word when she takes it apart, but when she is together, she can hear it in a fog.

"You can imagine us being swallowed into the stomach of a youkai. The serious words that came out of this man's mouth were like a fantasy used to deceive children. Sakura felt incredulous, but his expression didn't seem fake.

"Then if we want to escape, we'll have to go to the place where we are mouthed?" Sakura asked despite the temptation to blurt out, "Are you fooling the old lady?".

"Hmm. The more serious Henry's answer became, the more Sakura wanted to curse.

But the place they are in now is really not a place where "common sense" can be argued, so even if the more she listens to it, the more she gets bigger, she can only buy it.

The air was sweltering, and Sakura initially thought it was because she was carrying Mira on her back, but after leaving the hut for some distance, she realized it was because there wasn't even a hint of wind here.

It was a few hours ago that the whole thing was windy, but now it was as hot as a summer night, and I was sweating a short time after I walked out.

The unknown environment is a disturbing detail, but in the face of such a predicament, he still remains calm.

Instead of going directly to the place where the torches were in the distance below, the sage stopped to observe something. Once she reached the edge of the woods, Sakura could hear the shouts of killing. Although it seems that it has come to an end, the intensity of the battle can be heard from the various cacophonies.

Like a keen hound, Henry followed the breath of blood and found a group of samurai who had been sucked into dried corpses nearby, and obtained horns and fireworks signals from them.

Just by looking at him picking up these things, Oiran understood what the man wanted to do. Even if you don't know anything about military books, there are things that ordinary people can come up with.

What Henry wanted to do was very ordinary, and after confirming that the area with a low concentration of toxins that the samurai were guarding was the exit, the remaining question became how to get through them.

With an army of about 2,000 men, even he did not have the ability to kill it single-handedly. But Henry did not carry the signal directly with him, but returned to the vicinity of the hut to find a piece of charcoal that was still smoldering from the firewood, and then rolled up the remaining paper used as a spark to make a thick strip, wrapped the lead of the fireworks signal in one end, and then tied it to a small branch with a rope, and inserted it on the ground against the open space exposed in the woods.

Roll it up instead of unfolding, so that when the smoldering charcoal fire is lit, the paper will not burn out in an instant, but will burn slowly.

After a minute of quick use of hands and feet to make a simple automaton, after the two of them hurried the time, and after advancing half the distance with the still unconscious Luoan girl, Henry accurately grasped the time when the paper roll was burning, took out the horn and blew it.

What happened after that was so smooth that Sakura was stunned, but what she couldn't see was that even if it seemed like a simple step, Henry was still full of thoughtfulness.

The purpose of the horn is to attract the attention of the other party and prevent the samurai caught in the middle of the fight from missing the fireworks signal. But the paradox is that it can't attract the attention of the other party too much, and although it is difficult to distinguish the position, this kind of thing is also possible in the chaotic battlefield. If the front and back are reversed, the samurai will first see the fireworks and be attracted to attention, and then hear the horn, because they will realize that the two signals are not in the same place at all, because they have a more accurate understanding of the location of the fireworks.

The time is accurately calculated, the horn is blown first, and the fireworks are launched into the air in a short time after attracting the attention of the samurai with the sound, so that people's attention will be attracted to the location of the fireworks, and the habitual thinking feels that the sound of the horn also comes from here.

These two steps are indispensable, and the advance halfway in advance is also based on this consideration. Although leaving the horn where the fireworks are to blow the horn can avoid the problem of misalignment to a greater extent, not only do they have no horses to walk, Sakura also has to carry the Roan Maiden on her back so that the sage can fight with her hands free. If you don't rush, you probably won't be able to outrun the other party at all.

All in all, under the usual calm planning of our Sage Gentleman, the large army that had been diverted from the mountain with torches in the direction of their left side walked in the direction of their left in the dim red moonlight, clearly and unmistakably attracted by the fireworks. The three of them seized the time and quietly approached the samurai from the other side.

"It's that simple?" Sakura asked a second time.

All of this went a little too smoothly, but it was not to be said that it was not a surprise to Henry.

He made this decision only after he had determined which unit was still being pursued.

If it had been someone else, none of this would have been possible.

A young and vigorous commander of the Moon no Nation who is carried away by hatred.

Even if you have never met, the image of a young man who is stubborn and unscrupulous in order to achieve his goals has already emerged in his mind.

If it were replaced by the kind of Rigalese army that insisted on its own opinions and no one obeyed anyone, Henry's approach would not have been as smooth as it is now, not to mention whether it would be effective or not. Although the people of the Moonland have always despised the backward military system of the Rigales, sometimes the lack of uniformity in the chain of command is not necessarily a bad thing.

Judging from the torches, they did not even divide their troops and leave some of them stationed in the same place, so they directly marched with the whole army.

This did not come as a surprise to Henry, for the departure of the army itself was due to the personal mood of the commander. In addition to the group of dead cavalry warriors at the horn, the junior non-commissioned officers of the opposing side were only afraid that they had suffered heavy damage, and the remaining soldiers of the entire team could only receive orders directly from the highest command.

If the commanders were relatively independent of the Rigales, then it would be a long time to argue about whether to move forward and search, and finally the proposer himself would lead the troops forward, while the others would remain behind.

In any case, as long as an army completely controlled by one person has a clear understanding of the thinking of the supreme leader, then there is nothing unpredictable about the movement of the entire army.

They were led in a dead end, leaving areas with low levels of toxins, and humanity without protection would only be eroded and killed in the past. Although it was the sages who made the bait, it was the Red Armor Samurai who gave the order to let these people go on a journey that would never come away.

The will of one person determines the life and death of thousands of people, which is exactly the ironic side of this powerful and unified country.

Most of the lower-level personnel, including the lower-level samurai and peasants, have always received the ideological education of "the collective above all else", but it is a very small number of individuals and a very small number of high-ranking nobles who can guide the direction of the collective.

In order to avenge his brother, the village of Swamp was slaughtered, and he didn't care how many of his men died.

It's not just a matter of brotherhood, revenge is the only right thing to do in the samurai culture of the Lunar Country.

The scattered Rigalis could not understand and people.

If a young man from a samurai family has his father killed, then in traditional culture, the right thing to do is not to forget all this and start a new life, but to abandon everything and chase to the ends of the earth to take revenge.

This paranoia permeates their thinking, regarding many goals and rigid insistences in the eyes of the Rigalis as more important than life. If the knights of Rigal say that honor is more important than life is nothing more than a hypocrisy to put gold on themselves, then the samurai of the land of the moon have indeed carried something into their souls.

Although this traditional culture is not entirely beautiful, it is undeniable that it is precisely because of this almost fanatical spiritual concept.

Some of the samurai were able to overcome the influence of the environment without the protection of external forces, and they were able to devote themselves wholeheartedly.

They came only to slay their enemies.

"Knock knock knock——!!" The sound of horses' hooves sounded not far behind him, and in an instant it was close at hand. Even with the rune stone weight loss, it is still difficult for the Oiran with the Roan girl on her back to walk very fast. The samurai on horseback realized that they had been lured away and returned, and the three of them had just arrived in the dim wilderness full of battle marks.

Henry heard the sound from a distance, but he still pulled the rune stone from his pocket.

The entrance of the rift to the normal world is difficult to discern with the naked eye, and the direction of flow can only be detected when the eyes are covered with magic. So in order to pass through it, the Sage must first make the rift visible to the naked eye.

The method is simple and crude, and just as any creature can feel uncomfortable with foreign magic, so can this living world.

The intricately carved Mithril runes on the expensive runes were brutally destroyed by Heng with a dagger, and in less than 5 seconds he burned the money to arm 50 hoplites.

The magic contained within the gem, which was supposed to emanate in a specific form, began to be released in an extremely unstable manner due to the destruction of the passage, and the sage threw them exactly towards the breach.

The non-attribute magic of "Bang !!!" is not blended into a special form, which is as difficult for humans to breathe as if the air has been drained in a short period of time, but it is more than that for this strange world.

After !!the dazzling white light flickered, the whole scene seemed to distort, and the dim red light in the air was dispelled, and then a gate made of countless white shards opened in front of Sakura.

——!!The cold wind blows in from the other end of the light gate, dispelling the stuffy environment and making people's minds clear.

Sakura looked back at Henry.

"Let's go. The sage clenched his one-handed sword and turned back to meet the enemy.

There were only 18 samurai who were able to make the round trip, and the red armor samurai led by him knew that this was the enemy he was looking for the moment he saw Henry.

"Hold on, don't let that woman escape!" his mind sharpened with the influence of clear magic, and at the sight of the tall stranger stopping in front of them, he understood that the other party's key was the two women who were on the run.

It is not enough to kill the other person, but also to make the other party feel the pain of losing a loved one.

"Kill!" 14 of the remaining 17 samurai spread out, drawing a semicircle on both sides, staggering their allies while drawing their bows and arrows at Sakura and Mira diagonally in front of them, and then released the bowstring without hesitation.

"Woo--" Coming from multiple angles and being obscured by the strong light of the light gate and the contrast between the bleak scenery around him, even Henry was not confident that he could block it all, but this was not the reason why he was indifferent.

The powerful bow of the "Boom ——!" was disturbed by the cold current gushing out of it when it approached the vicinity of the Light Gate, and it flew wildly and finally fell to the ground in pieces.

"Airflow. The Red Armor Samurai noticed the problem and gave the order, "Abandon the bow and arrows, and use melee combat!" he shouted, and the samurai who had already rushed out immediately threw away their bows and drew their swords.

"Kill!!" the horses galloped, and the warriors leveled their long knives, the blades forward, no need to swing them at all, just the charge of the horses was enough to cut off the heads of people.

A horse is a knight's or samurai's most loyal comrade and the most powerful weapon.

Even the relatively petite war horses of the Moon Country weigh 400 kilograms, far exceeding the vast majority of humans.

For this reason, cavalry must take into account the direction of friendly forces when charging to avoid collisions.

The cavalry charge is indeed powerful, but like all other troops, tactics, and weapons, the battle is not won or lost by absolute strength, but more like survival of the fittest.

Mastering the environment is a basic course, especially for the mercenary profession that lacks logistical support.

This is the battlefield that the samurai have fought before, even if others can't see it clearly due to the visibility of the surroundings, but in the eyes of the sage with night vision, the dead bodies and fallen weapons are clearly visible.

"Woo ——!!!" The samurai who rushed over saw the stranger stomp his foot on the ground vigorously, and then a spear was raised in front of one of the samurai at the head.

"Stop!!" the voice stopped abruptly, and the momentum of the charge of the warhorse, which had been accurately hit in the chest by the tip of the spear, fell sideways, and the others who rushed behind were tripped by friendly troops one after another.

"Dismount and fight!" The samurai on the other side hurriedly stopped their horses, but the sage had already killed them one step ahead of them.

"Whew-" Henry approached with great speed, grabbing his opponent's wrist before the dismounted samurai could raise his sword, and then slammed the counterweight of his one-handed knife into the door. He then broke off the opponent's knife-wielding hand with one hand, and picked up the long knife that had fallen to the ground with his toes, turned around and plunged the one-handed knife into the throat of another samurai who was shouting "Death to outsiders!" and caught the long knife that was being picked up in mid-air.

"When—click—" Then, at the moment of the battle with the third man with the long knife, he changed his angle and rushed forward in the usual way of the West Coast, the warrior tried to pull back, but he was not as fast as the sage, and wanted to avoid Henry, but in the middle of the way, he changed the angle and directly pressed the opponent's knife with brute force, and slice the side of his neck.

"Boom-" He then switched to a one-handed sword, redrawing Mira's one-handed knife in his throat as the second samurai fell, and then used the long knife he snatched from the samurai to block the fourth samurai's attack while stabbing him in the armpit. The samurai was wearing a throat guard and couldn't attack the vital point, he snorted in pain but pressed forward instead of retreating, trying to buy time for his teammate's attack with his life, but Henry didn't just have two hands, he directly raised a kick and kicked the opponent's breastplate and let him roll out several times.

Knives, spears, daggers, fists.

The samurai in armor felt like fragile babies in front of Henry.

The Lighter armor of the Moon Nation has more gaps and weaknesses than the Rigal plate armor, and even if you don't aim at these places, the armguards protected by iron bars are completely unable to withstand the brute force of the Sage.

Mourning is everywhere.

In the flash of lightning, more than ten samurai have suffered heavy casualties.

But Henry was still a step slower.

"Put down your weapon. In the gap between the friendly forces buying time for their lives, the Red Armor Samurai led the remaining few others to make a detour in front of Sakura, who was carrying Mira on her back.

"Click—" He took off his ornate brass helmet and threw it on the ground, his long black and blue hair fluttering wildly under the cold wind that flowed in from the light gate.

The remaining four samurai around them aimed their spears at the unarmored Oiran and the Roan Maiden, and with a single stab forward, the two of them would be killed.

The samurai lowered his broadsword and looked at it with an expression as if he had taken revenge.

But the sage did not look at him.

"Are you awake? He said this suddenly, and Sakura noticed that the white-haired girl behind her no longer seemed to have a high fever.

"I-" The eyes of the girl who still felt a little confused in her head glowed with magic, and she immediately realized her situation, although her mind was confused, but her instinct as a combat professional made her involuntarily want to get out of this crisis.

So she spoke, not knowing whether it was because of the cold wind and remembering what she had experienced on a cold day a long time ago.

"Any learning begins with imitation. ”

The babbling of a little baby, and the little girl putting on a long skirt imitating her mother's appearance. ”

"Magic, in fact, is no exception. ”

The voice and smile of the elven magister who had traveled together resurfaced in front of him after a long, long time.

"The wind is blowing. She said half-asleep.

"Listen to me. ”

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