"Well, now that we've agreed, let's find a way to get to the other side and see who the poor general of this defending army is! How can you win without command?" Alfie waved his hand heroically after the biggest thorn Zambit was dealt with.

Every boy has a dream of war in his heart, and this is the first time Alfie has stepped onto a real battlefield, how can he not be excited?

"Somehow, wait a minute, you don't want to use some hang glider again, do you?" Zambit heard a hint of ominous taste from Alfie's words.

"You're stupid! The rockfall on the other side is not equipped to use a glider, are you going to 'crash' again?" Alfie glared at Zambit fiercely, then turned and walked down a path on the cliff.

"It's good if not. Zambit patted his chest with palpitations, not caring at all about Alfie's bad tone.

"Actually, you didn't make so many parts for the glider, right?" Rebecca's words made Alfie, who was walking in front, stumble, how did she guess?

"Barnett, come on, we'll get ahead of us. Alfie waved at Barnett, casually uttering a reason.

"What's the matter?" Barnett asked cautiously as he approached Alfie with a worried expression. In Alfie's eyes, this is a complete manifestation of being a thief!

"Didn't you say that the real game was actually played on an equal footing between the two sides, and this is clearly a one-sided situation!" Alfie pointed to the defenders on the opposite side who had been eaten up a lot, and asked viciously, "You explain it to me!"

"I'm sure that's exactly what it was supposed to be. There are only two possibilities why it will become the current bad situation, one is that someone has done something to the level setting, and the other is that someone has started the test of the real game in advance, but that person's level is too poor, so he ......" Barnett glanced at Alfie secretly, he knew in his heart that it was impossible for someone to manipulate the level setting, and no one could reach Kenobi's attainments in mechanical engineering.

"Someone started the real game test in advance?Could it be that Tenaire overplayed and trapped herself?" Alfie snorted.

"I guess it's probably someone who is more important to Tenelle. Barnett's speculation couldn't be closer to the truth.

"I'm going to see who the idiot is!" said Alfie, angrily, and sure enough, he automatically ignored Barnett's first possibility. He originally wanted to prove that he was no worse than Kenobi through a real game, but now it seems that it is all in vain!

"Uh~ Let's find a way to cross the river first. Barnett didn't understand where Alfie's anger came from.

"Don't worry, do you think Kenobi's wisdom will leave us a way to cross the river?" Alfie said a rare word of justice for Kenobi at this time.

The premise is that the person who was tested in advance did not use up the tool for crossing the river. Barnett said in his heart.

"Haha, I'll just say, how could Kenobi make such a low-level mistake!" Alfie said excitedly. He and Barnett turned a corner of the cliff, and a small boat appeared in a shallow bay below. The boat didn't look big, but it was big enough to ferry them to the other side.

"Huh, there's a boat!" Barnett grinned, wondering to himself, had he guessed wrong?

"Hurry up, don't be sluggish!" Alfie jumped onto the boat, tested its sturdiness, and beckoned to the few people who were left behind.

"That...... Can I not take the boat?" After the rest of the people boarded the boat, Barnett asked tremblingly.

"How are you going to get there without a boat?" Alfie glared.

"Well, I don't think I'm going to be of much use on this occasion anyway......" Barnett replied with a smirk.

"Are you afraid of water, and you don't know how to swim?" Alfie asked curiously.

"Uh, that...... I'm a bit of a psychological shadow. Barnett said with a slurp.

"Don't tell me what prison is, it's actually similar to a water prison~" Alfie's eyes rolled and she thought of the conversation Barnett's memory.

"Poor, almost. Barnett was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"But it's a river, and there's nothing in it—well, something indescribable. Alfie tried to dispel Barnett's visceral fear.

"No! there must be fish, shrimp, and possibly the indescribable thing of a demon tortoise, ahhhh

"In that case...... Alfie winked at Zamby, and the Troll Warrior understood, slashing his knife neatly into Barnett's neck, knocking the old dwarf unconscious.

"Ah~ it's quiet!" Alfie rubbed her ears, which were a little numb from the old dwarf's roar.

"Alfie, isn't this a little too cruel, we can let Mr. Barnett get a little more drunk than so violent. Celent said unbearably after carrying Barnett to the boat.

"First, as you have just seen, he did not give us a chance to persuade us at all, nor did he have the slightest intention of drinking; second, God knows how much this old drunkard drank, and I very much doubt that in this environment, he is not drunk at all, and we don't have so much time to wait for him to get drunk. Time is running out on the battlefield over there!" said Alfie, gesturing to the battlefield on the other side of the river.

It had only been a long time before some changes had taken place on the battlefield over there, and the attacking side had already surrounded the fortress, completely severing the connection between the fortress and the defenders. This change made the situation of the defenders even more precarious.

After seeing the situation over there, Silent kept his mouth shut, and he also understood that now was not the time to dwell on whether or not to be gentle with Barnett's means.

"Troll Warrior, it's up to you now. We must get to the other side as soon as possible. After pacifying Selent, Alfie shoved the oar into Zambit's hand.

"I know! Treat me like a coolie again!" cried Zambit in displeasure.

"Don't you want to get Miss Tenael's kiss as soon as possible?" Alfie said with a fluttering word, which immediately caused the great troll warrior to fight like a chicken's blood.

"Watch out for falling rocks in the sky!" Rebecca kindly reminded that she didn't want to be a soup chicken.

"Don't worry, I'll show you what it means to be a master boatman!" Zambit assured, patting his chest.

Fortunately, only one or two of the rockfall rains in the sky will fall into the river. Under Zambit's control, the laden boat was like a nimble swimming fish, dodging falling rocks, weaving through the river, and soon came to the bank near the battlefield.