The biggest difference between the upper, middle and lower strategies that the dragon knight Morin got was only the way he entered the cave.

Once you enter the cave, then in the limited space, any strategy can play a rather limited role, and in the end, you still have to speak with strength and hole cards.

It is easy to destroy, but difficult to build, and if thousands of catties of reinforced granular black powder are used well, it is enough to cause chain damage, trigger a large-scale collapse, destroy the entire tunnel, and let the Portlanders quickly cross the Icerock Mountains and enter the Silan Empire's plan to completely shatter.

After resting for the night in a cave near the ridge, Lin Mo and his support team of ten people began to actually climb over the Icerock Mountains, if he was alone, it would be as easy as a leisurely stroll, but with so many people, it would be a little more troublesome.

"Lord Morin, are you also a magician?"

The sixth-order female magician in the support team, Bai Shaluo, watched curiously as Lin Mo carried the battle axe, the strong man Zi'an, and the even larger and heavier gunpowder bag, as if he had lost his gravity, and easily carried it onto a rock wall tens of meters high.

"Can't we just take the mountain road that the Portlanders have opened, although it is not so easy to walk, but it is better than the dead road that we are all the way now. ”

The Great Swordsman Guru had long held a grudge against such a rugged and difficult mountain road, and many dangerous terrains had to be forcibly crossed in this way.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of trouble, and he is very afraid, in fact, the Guru swordsman does not want to tell others that he is a little afraid of heights, so he doesn't have to look down the mountain all the time to climb the mountain, so he has persevered until now.

"You don't know how the Portlanders guard that road, can we walk through it with our manpower? Just on the mountainside, there is a magic god and a great archer, they have a geographical advantage, I am afraid that we have not reached the top of the mountain, and the whole army has been wiped out. ”

Busento, the ninth-order archer who was in charge of the team's pathfinder duties, had explored the mountain path that the Portlanders had carved out at great cost before going up the mountain, and he had the most say in this point.

Although it succeeded in allowing the three legions to cross the Icerock Mountains and enter the territory of the Slan Empire, this was already the limit of this mountain road. Until now, the transport efficiency has been outrageously low.

In order to defend this vital lifeline, the Portlanders have never relaxed their surveillance of the vicinity of the road, and the farthest guard post has even been placed thirty miles away, each sentry has at least the level of an archer, and even Busento, who is a ninth-order archer, is not sure that he can successfully clear out all the sentries without alarming the enemy, as long as one of the archers sentry shoots a warning arrow, it means that their group of ten people will be trapped in this harsh terrain without any suspense.

Busento was right: the more places you can't walk, the less Portlanders will show up. The safer it is, the more secure it is, and if our whereabouts are revealed, it won't do us any good. ”

Although it was very difficult to walk along the way, the fifth-order earth mage Red had no complaints, the mage's strength was extremely precious, and he didn't want to waste those meaningless battles along the way.

"Even if we are here to die, we are not here to die on the road!"

The weakest and most protected medicine master in the team, Mien, used another way in his words as a support for the dragon knight Lord Merlin to lead the way.

"Alright, Mr. Gruul. Are you ready? It's your turn, well, you seem to be a little afraid of heights. ”

A black figure descended gently from above the rock face.

"Hu, nonsense. But you have to be quick, I don't have any good qualities, I just like to be down-to-earth. ”

The excuse of three hundred taels of silver here caused the others to let out a chuckle, and the Gruul swordsman's face became more and more red.

"Hahaha!"

"I really don't see it. Guru still has the potential to be a poet, and he speaks so elegantly. ”

"Come on, Gruul, I'll support you!"

The "Dragon General" tactical armor with the anti-gravity field activated by the SEG core unit is like a single transport aircraft. One by one, the members of the support team were brought out of the Jedi and smoothly crossed the Icerock Mountains and entered the territory of the Portlanders. Although the elite support team brought thousands of pounds of explosives to Lin Mo smoothly, it did not mean that the combat operation would start immediately.

The information that Lin Mo collected alone was also quite limited, the combat effectiveness of the garrison near the cave, the actual number of fighters and spellcasters, the manpower to dig the tunnel and what kind of demonic beast it was, all needed to be further investigated in detail, otherwise the eleven of them were also meat buns and dogs, and there was no return-

"Boss Hera, come twenty catties of boiled beef and five catties of ale, I want to take them. ”

A Portland gold coin swung in the air and landed on the table in front of the innkeeper, and the two clear sounds of ding dong had not disappeared, but a furry fat hand waved through the phantom like lightning, and disappeared on the table, and the movement was extremely skillful.

"No problem, Rondotai, my Hera's beef and ale are the best in this Winter Spring Town, and the price is not deceitful!"

A middle-aged innkeeper with a big belly flashed a shrewd look in his eyes, turned around and shouted at the steaming kitchen leading to the backyard of the inn: "Dundote, you slacker, move immediately, twenty catties of cold-cut beef and five catties of ale wine, it belongs to the boss of Hera, be quick!" He was obviously very familiar with the habits of old customers.

On the east side of the Icerock Mountains, Dongquan Town, Dingfeng Third-Class District, western Portland Republic, is not a major transportation artery, and there are not many out-of-town guests all year round.

"Good guy, boss!"

There was a vague response from the backyard, followed by a ping-pong noise, and I don't know what was knocked to the ground.

"Idiot! If it weren't for the fact that your dead father has worked for me for more than ten years, I would have let you roll up and get out, hum! I still want to beat my daughter's idea, the toad eats swan meat, dreaming!" Hera, the fat boss who scolded in a low voice, just wanted to continue to greet the regular customer Rondotai, but suddenly seemed to remember something, turned around and shouted again: " Add a small packet of spices and fine salt, remember, to Su clove leaves as the main ingredient, don't take the wrong purple pepper powder like last time, if you take the wrong one this time, I will definitely break your bones, remember no. ”

"Good guy, boss!"

Poor fellow Dundot can only suffer from the boss throughout the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements of the magic voice through the hall, except for the repetition of the previous sentence, there is nothing else.

The quiet backyard was suddenly busy.

"Hera, you are really getting more and more generous, a tael of clove leaves costs ten coppers. ”

Wiping a huge hat in his hand, a lean middle-aged man in his forties leaned against the edge of the counter, surprised by the unexpectedly generous attitude of the innkeeper.

"Have a drink, I'm in for a treat!" Hera, the owner of the fat wine inn, pushed a full glass of ale over and continued, "As long as the boss of Rondotai takes care of the villain's business, what can't be earned?!"

Thanks to the big merchant who came to Winter Springs Town two years ago and introduced a lot of guests, the business of the inn, which can only barely make ends meet, suddenly improved, although these guests seem to have different identities, such as sergeants, magicians or powerful warriors, but they are all very bold without exception, which makes this small town wine inn really make a lot of money.

"Then you're welcome!"

The lean middle-aged man took the ale with a pun, clinked his glass with the fat innkeeper, and said, "Cheers for health and money!"

As soon as he put down the glass and licked the wine foam from his mouth with satisfaction, he saw two strange guests walk into the inn, pushed the furry arm of the fat innkeeper, bared his teeth and said, "Good Samaritans have good rewards, look, Hera, business will come to the door so soon!"

"Everyone, if you want to drink something, or eat something, my Hera here is the most famous beef and ale in the town, whether it is a local, or a guest from other places, they all raise their thumbs up. ”

After a few words of self-praise and boasting, the smile squeezed out by the fat innkeeper almost squeezed out the eyes on the fat face, and these guests were like golden heads in his eyes (the Portland gold coin was printed with the head of the head of the head, which was called the golden head by the people).

"What else is there but beef?"

The leader was a young man with black hair and black eyes, and after entering the wine inn, he unbuttoned his hooded trench coat, revealing a light travel short suit dressed by a nobleman, and at the back of his side was a middle-aged man with an old and stable face, holding a long sword in his hand, who seemed to be a warrior.

Looking at the dress of these two people, they looked like young nobles and his bodyguards who had come out to travel.

The owner of the fat inn immediately defined the other party, hurriedly walked out of the counter, and said with a smile: "Of course, there are others, such as beet soup, red rice rolls, tender raw lettuce, fat offal, hehe, maybe an aristocratic man like you may not be eye-catching." ”

"First of all, forty catties of wild beet, two servings of beet soup, ten servings of red rice rolls, five servings of raw lettuce and two servings of beef offal, and finally pack me two hundred catties of brute beef and fifty catties of ale!"

The black-haired, black-eyed young aristocrat nodded lightly, oblivious to the increasingly sluggish expression of the fat innkeeper Hera.

"Aristocrats, real aristocrats!"

Rondottay, a businessman who prides himself on having seen the world, is dumbfounded, this is clearly not an appetite, but a show.

It's like a dish of fish used by the top aristocratic and wealthy families to entertain distinguished guests, made of the lips of hundreds of fish, and all the others are discarded, just like the style of the young man in front of him, the shelves are placed there, and anyone has to be in awe.

"What are you doing, why don't you get ready!"

The middle-aged man with the sword casually threw over a bag of coins, smashed the fat innkeeper's eyes white, and he gasped for air.

The gods are above, and today it is time to make a fortune on your own. (To be continued......)