The larger the team, the more you need a leader who can handle the field, and that's what Beta learned in the game. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whether you can calm the field depends on whether the team leader has the strength, means, or whether he has enough charm in daily life to convince people. This improvised team did not have enough time to run in, and Beta did not have enough time to show his leadership charisma and skill, so he chose the easiest way to overwhelm others.

I am the head of the envoys, and you all listen to me, and if you don't listen to me, you will be dealt with by military law.

The iron-fisted methods must bring dissatisfaction and anger in the bottom of the heart, but Beta doesn't care. It's only a month, and he can hold it down, and even if someone wants to disobey his orders, he has to weigh himself.

The combat power in Beta's hands, including himself, two masters, a quasi-master, and Bart, a hired warrior, is enough to fight a small-scale raid battle, except for the cavalry with nearly two in the diplomatic corps, the twenty or so people in the diplomatic ceremonial regiment have no combat effectiveness at all, and they can't make any waves.

Thousands of miles of frost, thousands of miles around, it sounds beautiful, but it also depends on what kind of mood can produce this sense of atmosphere. Everyone in the envoys knew that this was a journey of nine deaths, and that there was life everywhere, and that at any time a team would be killed from the side and attack them.

As the crowd moved forward, the northern pass grew smaller behind them, and finally turned into a black dot until it disappeared. The atmosphere in the envoys became less and less dull, no one wanted to speak, and Shirley sat in the carriage, lazily leaning on her side at the window, looking with interest at Beta not far away.

Sophia was hiding in Shirley's shadow and was resting.

Jessica, on the other hand, was driving the carriage, and although she did not speak, she was also very seated, but her bright eyes revealed her emotions at this time. Maybe it's the werewolf bloodline that is at work, she likes this kind of ice and snow, there are plains, mountains, and woods.

At this time, the convoy remained in the order in which it had just come out of the Northern Pass, with Beta and Barth at the front, followed by Jessica's carriage, then seven wagons and twenty wagons of the Diplomatic Mission, while Faxiu and his cavalry, at the end, divided into six rows, followed neatly.

Beta motioned for Bart to continue leading the group, while he slowed down and fell to the back of the line, joining Fahu.

Faxiu was still in the shock of entering the wilderness, and he looked around, and from time to time he could see some yellowed skeletons lying quietly in the shallow snow.

This used to be a battlefield, where Hollevin and Udabri fought several big battles, and if you dig into the ground, you can dig a few skulls.

Faxiu still looks like a noble son, and the white armor he wears looks very energetic and temperamental. However, Beta can still see that although this guy is considered to be knowledgeable about current affairs and may be strong in social aspects, he is just a useless straw bale when he comes out of human society and into the wilderness.

"Haven't you actually led soldiers on a campaign before?" Beta asked.

Faxiu shook his head in shame, then grinned again. This smile is a little silly, which is very inconsistent with his delicate appearance, which is about the same thing as a delicate fool.

"That four-way march, at least you should know what's going on." Beta asked slowly, and as he gradually moved away from the range of the two mountain ranges, the surrounding mountains and forests became more and more sparse, and the flat land in front of him became more and more open.

The so-called four-way march is to divide the strategy of the team into four parts, one for the front and one on the left and one on the left, and the important person in the middle, or the commander.

Faxiu slapped his head sharply, and after making a gesture, he said embarrassedly, "Forget." ”

Forgot. Beta sighed in his heart, he couldn't see through Faxiu that it was pretended, or did he really forget, after all, as long as it was a son of a noble family, there was still such a city.

He just needs the other party to act according to his ideas, and there is no need to delve into many things.

The cavalry of nearly 200 men, divided into four parts, surrounded the carriages of the diplomatic legations. Beta looked in through the car window and saw that the faces of the ceremonial officials were much better, at least much more relieved.

Fahu approached Beta and asked, "Isn't it necessary to divide some scouts from the cavalry to go out and explore the way?" ”

"No, I don't." Beta shook her head.

It is really not needed, no matter how powerful the cavalry scouts are, they will not be in the eyes of flying monsters. Joan of Arc had been hovering high in the air for a long time. In fact, from the moment they left Drum City, Beta released Joan of Arc as a high-altitude eye, and the falcon has good eyesight, can easily see far away, and can warn most of the situation in advance.

The reason why Faxiu commanded the cavalry to disperse and protect the diplomats was because he was worried that some enemies of a special nature would touch him.

For example, enemies that can become invisible, or enemies that have a protective color in the sky. Joan of Arc's high-altitude vision doesn't work very well against such enemies.

The convoy continued to move forward, and the further north they went, the heavier the wind and snow, and the sky darkened quickly, and when they were completely out of the range of the mountain range, and in front of them was an endless ice field, the sun had already set, and the snow wind on the plains seemed to blow more violently because of the lack of sunlight.

"Everybody stops moving and is in place."

Faxiu walked from the side, his armor covered with ice ballast, and asked, "Your Excellency, this place has no shelter and is not a good place to stay, should we go on better?" ”

"Marching at night, or this kind of bad weather, is no different from looking for death." The cold night wind blew Beta's cloak up and rattled, and he shot a magical ball of light into the air that was not affected by the strong wind, and continued, "If there is no obscuration, we will create an obscuration. ”

Bright balls of light glowed brightly in the air, and the surrounding darkness was swept away.

Humans are phototaxis animals, and in a well-lit place, humans feel much more at ease.

Shirley got out of the carriage and walked to the side a short distance in the eyes of everyone. Then she closed her eyes and opened her hands, the bright light shone on her, the strong wind made her clothes sway, and her long bright golden hair swayed in the air, reflecting the golden light of Jingchang. She is beautiful, as if she is the embodiment of the goddess of the storm.

Almost everyone looked straight, both men and women.

But Shirley didn't come out to pose and show her beauty.

Then, the wind around her seemed to stop. The snow was cleared by an unseen force, revealing the black earth below.

Uncountable pillars of earth 'grew' around her, twisting and rising in strange ways, and then tangled together. In the astonishment of everyone, it turned into an exaggerated dome earthen building with a height of nearly 20 meters and a length and width of 30 meters.

Shirley stood at the highest point of the building, flicking her fingers slightly, and a pale golden magical glow poured out from her body, enveloping the entire building.

The texture of the building began to change, becoming hard and smooth.

Turn mud into stone.

Because Shirley had built a makeshift shelter for slaves once before, this time, she was more skilled.