"Did you hear anything just now?" Edith looked at Brian, who was directing her soldiers to lay out the defenses at the bottom of the cave. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Voice?" said Brian, stopping what he was doing, and looked from side to side in confusion, "No, Miss Edith, I heard no sound other than the sound of water. ”

"Really?" she frowned, "Did I hear me wrong?"

"What kind of sound is it?"

"It's like a trumpet, it's muddy...... Very close to the sound of the water," Edith paused, "it seems to be coming from the south." ”

That's exactly where the witches are going—the raging river disappears from north to south, in a dark cavern, and though there are some strange glowing plants growing on both sides, it can't illuminate too far. The entire waterway was like an entrance to the abyss, engulfing everything she saw.

"Well...... I think it may be because we are in the depths of the snowy mountains, unable to see the sky, and even lack of fire. Brian smiled thoughtfully, "It's okay for the soldiers who have been on the battlefield, it's not surprising that you're nervous, and if you're feeling uneasy, you'll be able to return to the passage with Miss Maggie later." ”

Familiar looks, and familiar words...... Edith was not surprised by the Musket Battalion Commander's statement, and although she was wearing light leather armor and helmet, and had a sword at her waist, most people still regarded her as a bystander from the town hall, or rather ...... The pearl-like woman, as her title, is beautiful and fragile. It is precisely because of this that it is very common to care and please along the way.

It's just that they don't understand that the pearls produced by the Northland giant mussels are soaked in blood.

The blood of fish, the blood of water beasts...... Even the blood of fishermen.

That's why they grow so big, giving birth to round pearls the size of a fist.

Roland Wimbledon was probably the only one who ignored her appearance from the beginning, and even treated her as an opponent.

"Thank you, but it's better for me to stay here, wouldn't it be a disgrace to His Majesty's City Hall if I fled back alone?" But Edith didn't show what she was thinking, she smiled and declined Brian's offer, and this smile made the other party slightly stunned, and it took a while to look away in embarrassment.

"I don't think Your Majesty and Lord Barov will mind this......" Brian coughed twice, "but I don't quite understand, why did you follow the First Army to such a dangerous place?"

"That's how you'll trust me," EDI said unabashedly.

"What...... What?"

"You must have heard about the battle of the divine will," she said calmly, "When a fateful battle comes, His Majesty naturally cannot take care of all aspects of the battle situation, he needs many officials to assist him in commanding the army, and the army also needs the people of the town hall to provide logistics and support." And when that happens, will you trust an official who has fought alongside you, or a guy who sits in an office and works with manuscripts all day?"

"......" Brian looked surprised and stunned for a moment before speaking, "How dare you say this......"

Edith certainly knew what he was referring to, and even a former patrol leader who was born and raised in the village could understand the meaning of those words. It is absolutely intolerable to say that it is good to assist in command, and if it is not good, it is called meddling in power and replacing it with other lords, especially the group of knights under him, who must be controlled by himself.

But now that the First Army numbered more than five thousand, it was clear that the Order's approach was too backward - in fact, His Majesty's General Staff was an organization between the army and the town hall, and the ultimate power remained with him, and the command below would only spread further. It was with Roland Wimbledon in mind that Edith dared to say these words. She didn't plan to join the General Staff, she just wanted to expand her influence as much as possible.

"Of course I wouldn't dare if I were to be another king, but Your Majesty Roland is different......," she said with a smile, "You must know that even the officials of the town hall need to go to the front to participate in the battle in the future before they are eligible for promotion, and since I said so in front of everyone, I must set an example." ”

"Your Majesty...... He agreed?"

"No, I can only say that there is no objection. ”

"Well, doesn't that mean agree?" said Brian.

"Politics cannot be understood in this way," Edith said, "and even verbal promises are not necessarily counted until they are written, let alone silent." ”

"I see," said the commander ......of the musket battalion, "politics is really complicated. ”

"That's right. ”

In addition, the purpose of this trip is to go further into the witches, learn about their abilities and personalities, and live with them.

His Majesty has undoubtedly put a lot of effort into witches, and the construction of Neverwinter is inseparable from them, and if you want to reach the peak of power, you will naturally need to enlist their support.

So far, the plan is going very well, presumably because she is also a woman, and there is no rejection when she comes into contact with witches, which has become an obstacle for Barov.

"The next batch should be the Witches of Divine Punishment, right?" Edith changed the subject.

"Well, I guess, Miss Maggie can only transport five or six people at a time, and she will have to make at least a dozen trips to set up a sentinel point. Brian replied, "By the way, where do you think the second machine gun would be better?"

"Relatively high ground...... Well, I remember there was a rocky ground behind that that seemed nice......" Just as she turned to look at the cavern behind her, a glowing plant seemed to twist, as if something had broken the stability of the air, and the vision became blurred.

What is it?

Before she could warn the soldiers of the First Army facing her, the air twisted violently again, and this time ripples appeared behind the members of the machine gun squad.

With a soft thud, a soldier's head rolled off his neck, a smile still frozen on his face.

"Enemy attack!" Edith cried out at this time, "the enemy is invisible!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, two more soldiers were pierced through the chest, and the moment the blood splattered, the ripples were also dyed a little red.

There is more than one other party!

Her mind raced, and she threw a dagger with one hand, flying straight at where the first soldier had fallen, drawing her sword as she followed—her longsword piercing the rippled base from another angle as the dagger was swallowed by the invisible.

Edith knew that if they kept back, they would only be caught in front and behind - there was only one campfire here, and the only way to spot the enemy's movements, and without the fire, they would not be able to parry this almost invisible monster, so they would not be able to run away easily!

While you can still roughly determine the enemy's position, the attack is the only chance to win!

There was a soft touch from the tip of the sword, as if it had pierced into the flesh, which made Edith happy.

She was not mistaken, whether it was a human or a beast, the connection between the weapon and the body must be a weak point - just like the hand holding the sword, and the end of the claw, once wounded, it will lose the ability to attack in a short time.

Just as Edith was about to retreat, a dark wind swept towards her from the other side, so fast that she felt a chill in her face.

Hell, this guy actually has two weapons?

Years of fighting experience made her subconsciously let go of her right hand holding the sword, and at the same time rolled to the ground, as if something was passing by her behind her head, and her long hair suddenly flew apart, blooming like withered petals, spilling everywhere.

She didn't bother to get up, and shouted directly at Brian, "Quick, shoot me!"