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The night was short but unusually cold, and the wind was frantically chilling from sunset, especially in the wilderness far from the town, where the clouds were moving rapidly in the night sky, the stars that could only be relied on appeared and disappeared, the Tarnori River, which had always been quiet, the rushing water, the weeds and reeds on the wetlands of the river beach were undulating and whirring, almost masking almost all the sounds, and the strong winds that were invisible—it was a wonderful night reconnaissance.

Sayes snorted, everything was terrible in such a ghost weather, only the flask in his arms exuded a wonderful warmth and aroma.

He didn't know how the chattering young count knew about the Big Bobo Tavern, and he was brought out before he could even fill the jug. Hmph, Hunter's stupid - if he didn't look at himself, he'd probably spend the last copper plate on the big-breasted barmaid.

No, I can't help it. What kind of bullshit is not allowed to drink, and if you don't drink at this time, you don't want to die? Sayers looked around, and the rest of the reconnaissance team was far away...... So he reached out and touched his bosom, where in addition to the flask, there was also a diamond-shaped spar, which had been given to him by Count O'Sullivan, who had led the party before departure, indicating that it should only be used in times of danger when the enemy was in danger - hell, had he really seen the fellows he was going to deal with? A man who could run away in front of them was a good man...... And sora chanting mantras to activate this?

"The Count has stipulated that no one is allowed to drink alcohol during his mission. ”

It was almost like the voice of a ghost, and it startled Sayers - who?

A mysterious shadow appeared beside Sayyas, tall and thin, not much shorter than Sayers, but the difference in thickness was very great.

"Hehe, it's okay, didn't Lord Count go in the opposite direction to us...... Oh, of course......" Sayes replied as kindly as he tucked the flask back into his bosom, as he tried to keep his breath down as he could. This guy is really a little strange and terrifying, although Sayers is not good at any detection magic, in fact, he knows nothing about it, but with his natural sharp nose and intuition - this is his trump card on the battlefield to save his life, far better than the two-handed half-hung magic, and this person has been so close to him without being noticed, and his body is clean and has no body odor, evil door, real evil door.

The tall, thin man wore a hooded cloak of strange colors, and the different shades of mottled black seemed to be shades of light, even so close that it gave Sayes a vague sense of being at one with the environment.

"My name is Shante. The tall and lanky guy smiled, his small eyes shining in the darkness and his white teeth glistening together.

"Sayes. Master Bear held out his hand.

"Greetings, Your Excellency. Hunt was not as unconscious or penniless as Sayers had expected, and when he met Morriel at the door of the inn in the center of town, he found the unsmiling female commander to have an indescribable kindness, and was not as domineering as the other grown-ups.

"Hello. Morriel was about to go out for a walk, she was tired of Dagulas's endless pestering, and the woman never said what she was trying to do to hide it—what she should have come would come, and it would be useless to bother.

Since O'Sullivan volunteered to lead the team out to reconnoitre, Morriel always felt inexplicably irritable, and he couldn't even carry out his daily routine meditation. She didn't know where her irritability came from, but it certainly wasn't because of Dagulas's sweet lewd words.

"Why didn't you see that partner of yours? You always seem to be inseparable. Morrill asked.

"Are you asking Sayers?" said Hunt, somewhat frustrated, "he went out with the scouting party, for Count O'Sullivan had heard from nowhere that his nose was very sensitive. ”

"Oh, even he was chosen by O'Sullivan?"

"Yes, they set out at dusk, and I hope poor Sayas doesn't meet the devil, but the count seems to have great confidence—"

"Oh, O'Sullivan is confident, okay, I see, thank you. Morrill turned and walked towards the room, seemingly having a clue.

O'Sullivan. What did you think? Do you feel it? No, probably not, I barely recognized him when I first saw him...... Hell, that idiot isn't uncommon in hiding his identity!

"Sissy narcissist, we meet again. ”

Morriel could imagine Forty-Seven's sonorous and arrogant tone when he said this! Something had to be done......

"It's okay, I'm honored!" Hunter watched Morrill disappear quickly into the hotel door, and made a nondescript bow, but it wasn't done, because no one was looking.

He had no choice but to continue wandering aimlessly.

"Kid—can you do me a favor?" said a cat-like voice, behind Hunter.

"Oh, who?, Lord Dagulas!, you, hello!" Hunter was nervous and didn't know what to do, and Hunt had heard all kinds of rumors about Dagulas, but he was still more afraid than excited about seeing two of the Empire's most famous female commanders in succession.

"My heel is off!" Dagulas pouted, looking like she was about to cry, looking like a neighbor's cute little sister, which was too different from the rumored crazy woman who killed people without blinking.

"Oh, that, this, oh......" Hunter's face flushed as she asked me to carry her back to the hotel.

"Don't be struggling, stand up, I'm just borrowing your shoulder to use it......" Dagulas seemed to see Hunter's thoughts, and suddenly changed his stern tone, but still looked like a neighbor's big sister: "It's really boring, thanks to the fact that I still begged the teacher for a long time before agreeing to let me participate in the hunt...... Stand still, don't shake!"

Dagulas grabbed Hunter's shoulders and lifted his foot, the hand pressed against the broken heel seemed to be just right, but by the time the hand was released, the shoe was already brand new.

"yes, yes, yes, yes......" Hunter seemed to have lost his ability to talk.

"The life of these shoes is only the time I have to go back to my room, alas......" The purple pupils behind the lenses flashed with the brilliance of the dementor: "By the way, what did Commander Morriel tell you just now?

The night breeze is getting stronger.

In the depths of the endless wheat fields on the plains of Tanoli, in a wooden hut formerly used to store farm tools among dozens of oval granaries, Forty-Seven was sitting on several sacks with his chin in his hands, as if he were an evil version of some famous ancient sculpture, and the red fire in his eyes seemed to have been extinguished, and he did not know whether he was contemplating or sleeping, motionless—though neither of them meant anything to him.

More than a dozen demonized elves were scattered around the house and were eating, and the recipe for supper was two silver-armored warriors and one mage, as if they were left to guard this empty military granary, but now that they have become the food of demonized elves, their identity, status, and mission are no longer important.

With a small creaking sound, the demonic elves flashed their crimson eyes, peeking out through the cracks in the hut as they ate, and they were always so vigilant and polite at all times that they would not chew on whatever they were eating, but would be quiet like well-bred ladies of all the world, if not counting the occasional flitting by, picking up a piece from the mutilated pile of flesh and blood in the middle of the room.

Argus, for his part, seems to have pursued a policy of fortifying the wilderness.

It was difficult to find any decent buildings in the eastern part of the Tarnori Plain, and in many cases only empty houses or farms were found, and the inhabitants of Argus left their homes like the waters of the ebbing tide and fled to the imperial capital, or to the recently heavily defended large towns, like sheep driven by wolves. Whether they withdrew on their own initiative, or whether the Empire had ordered them to evacuate in response to their own actions - for it was a heavy victory for a small force of less than twenty men to adopt this tactic, and even to draw troops from the front to strengthen the rear defenses, but Forty-Seven was not satisfied with it, although on a strategic level, as long as they continued this nightmarish harassment, there was no longer even anything to do, All it takes is a routine routine from time to time to find a house with a fence and smash it into pieces and set it on fire to declare that it is indisputable that it is still continuing the terror is enough for the Argus Empire to invest a lot of manpower and material resources to prevent it, but what Forty-Seven wants is not this so-called strategic victory, this kind of behavior can not achieve its own purpose except to help those elf fools in the forest breathe a sigh of relief, and from the time when the demonized elves began to shift their interest from cattle to humans because they could not get food, Forty-Seven was a little tired of this kind of terrorist sabotage and killing。

The core energy that can now be obtained from those Argus steel toys is becoming less and less, even to the point of being negligible. I don't know what the reason is, maybe it's the quantitative change that causes the qualitative change, but in fact, it doesn't absorb much - at least forty-seven thinks so.

Ever since he drove that great arsonist back to Hell at Hellgate, the fire seemed to be rekindling in his body. Although it lost most of its core, Forty-Seven did feel that it had reappeared, but the fiery light cluster like melting metal replaced the once cold air, as if he had come to this world, it appeared inexplicably, couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out, so every time Forty-Seven thought about it for a while, he simply stopped thinking about it, and this time was no exception.

Brother Megatron traveled through nearly infinite space to get the tinder, sleeping for tens of millions of years - what was his labor? And even if nothing else, since there were no cartoons to watch, finding a tricky enemy to fight was an acceptable entertainment, and it was his job.

As for Moriel. Forty-seven blinked, but in fact, the red fire in his eyes lit up and went out.

I don't know what to do with this...... Then put it aside and do something else first. I remember that the old mage named Lum in the swamp always muttered like that.

Filgas sat across from Forty-Seven, without saying a word, her whole body covered in distorted dark red markings that spread across her smooth skin with a terrifying beauty, like rivers of blood flowing in the gray-black earth. The right eye was unusually bright, red and even a little whitish, emitting a fiery and evil light, as if it was not for seeing.

Filgas didn't attend the dinner, or rather, she had long since finished it. She had one leg bent, her hands clasped to her knees, and the steel longbow and odd-shaped scimitar she wore reflected a cold metallic glow—a byproduct of Forty-Seven's occasional by-production when he destroyed Argus' construction. She stayed there quietly, waiting for her master's orders.

"Filgas. Forty-seven stood up, the sack overwhelmed, and cracked with a thud: "There's nothing fun here...... Continue westward. ”

Filgas immediately looked at the demonic elves squatting around, and soon they turned over one by one and jumped onto the beams, twisting their sturdy bodies like water snakes, and burrowing out of the tall and small skylights one after another.

"When are you going to learn to walk through the door, um, Filgas?"

The wind outside the window was whistling, and between the dark and dreary world, the town of Welk seemed to have lost its former vitality, leaving only the silhouettes of the houses in the night, and the townspeople hid in their homes, some ate and slept if they didn't, no matter whether it was a lion or a tiger on their heads, the insects only had to hide in their holes.

In the inn's room, a map of the plains of Tanori, made up of magical images, was several times larger, blurry, and floated around Moriel. At this moment, the red-robed female mage was like a goddess looking down on the entire plain in the clouds, making various complex gestures with her hands, chanting incantations in a low voice, and from time to time spilling a piece of silver powder as fine as dust to add to the map, making the terrain of that area clearer.

She is trying to search as large an area as possible. Using a variety of prophecy spells such as Eagle Eye, Creature Positioning, and Advanced Detection, the vast majority of the area is chaotic, and even the most basic terrain is uncertain, and only when Morriel focuses his attention there, it will be slightly clearer.

It's really not a human job. I'm afraid that only the great gods can see through the vast plains with their perceptive eyes, as if the bastard Forty-Seven had boasted to her that he could use a magic prop called Wei He Xing in the past to find nothing on the entire continent - even the legendary prayer technique that could use the power of the gods probably couldn't do this, which was really a rare construct-like epilepsy.

Morrill concentrated, banishing the cranky thoughts from his mind. The clear eyes seem to lose focus, but they are actually looking into places that mortals can't reach. Her mind had extended beyond the town of Vikel, the plains were shattered and blurred in her eyes, her spirit swept through at great speed, filtering out the meaningless impurities, Morriel could see O'Sullivan's scouting party walking in the north and south directions, the web guiding her to lock on to the tiny humanoids, who were moving aimlessly in a net that seemed nothing out of the ordinary...... Morriel followed them, and the strong man named Sayers was especially clear, and sure enough, he didn't invite the two rookies to breakfast in vain, and a magic potion that Moriel made that he could track himself had been mixed with the food and absorbed by them, especially Sayers, because he was a light bulb compared to others because he ate too much - although Morriel didn't really feel that it would come in handy later, but now it seems that prevention is really good.

Are you going to follow this beefy fool tonight...... Morrill thought to herself, maintaining a probe circle of this magnitude was really exhausting her