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Dusk, the town of Welker.

Although at least half of the inhabitants of Vilk were part of the Argus army, and more than 90 percent of the floating population were soldiers, the steady stream of constructed troops from the direction of Watan had attracted the attention of the whole town since this morning.

A large stretch of river beach outside the town has been reshaped beyond recognition by the mages using spells such as "turning mud into stone" and other reinforcement or landform alterations, and the thigh-thick square iron bars are erected on the solid rocky ground, and the mage in charge of supervising the construction puts his hand on it and makes a few gestures, the iron bars vibrate slightly but at high speed, and the ground where it is located also makes a noise like a drill bit penetrating the rock and soil, and by the time it calms down again, the iron bars have been deeply rooted in the ground, becoming part of the many metal frames of this large construction site.

"You, in charge of injecting the 'daylight technique' into these ten constructing lighting stones, must be done before sunset tomorrow!What? You don't know how to 'daylight'? Then you go over there to participate in the construction of the outer defensive barriers-what? You haven't learned the activation spell of the constructing materials? So what will you do? Do you only have magic missiles?"

Hunter was pitifully trained, and the mage, who was the little foreman, was about to say something more, when suddenly he felt something dangerous coming behind him, he flashed to the side, and looked back, only to see Sayes carrying a large bundle of twenty or thirty feet of steel bars walking as if no one was around, and the spirits retreated along the way, and swept over the unfinished buildings with a loud clang.

Sayes threw the steel bars on the ground and grinned, "What a trouble! What is the difference between tying a knot with your hands and tying a knot with a spell?

"You ......" the mage trembled angrily, if it weren't for the fact that these two guys seemed to have something to do with the upper echelons, he would definitely fill them into the foundation mercilessly: "Okay! I don't need you two here! Since you are so capable, let's go to the town and carry the luggage for the adults! Get out! Get out!"

The most luxurious inn in the town of Wilk has been completely closed, and even the surrounding taverns and shops are all closed, and most of the people who come in and out are Argus battle mages, and even the mayor and captain of the garrison, who wears gold and silver, and usually counts as a prestige in this acre and three points of land, can only stand in the lobby of the hotel with respectful and fearful waiting for orders at any time, and without even asking his name, he is simply called "Hey", "that guy" - what a great man is here.

Sayers and Hunter came running around and still have very vivid memories of this place, especially the hearty breakfast.

"Hurry up and move your luggage in, don't stand here and get in the way!" a white-robed mage came down the stairs, not seeing the soldier for a moment, so he shouted at Sayes and Hunter, who were standing in the lobby of the inn and immersed in fond memories, that they would not be treated fairly anywhere as low-level mages who ran errands.

"Hurry up and get your bags in, don't stand here and get in the way!" Dagulas, who was following behind, stabbed the white-robed mage in the head with his staff, and repeated what he had just said.

The white-robed mage staggered forward a few steps, held on to the handrail of the staircase before he could stand firmly, and was about to have a seizure, when he looked back and saw that it was Dagulas, and immediately obediently walked towards the hill-like duffel bag - and secretly rejoiced that it was not on the battlefield, otherwise he would definitely be killed by the most temperamental commander in the whole country, and reported his name in the form of a heroic battle and a death in battle.

"Honorable Mage, I'm coming, I'm coming......" The mayor hurriedly leaned up to help lift a square package that didn't look too big, but when he tried hard, he found that it was so heavy that he could only half-drag and half-drag-

"Please don't drag my toiletries on the floor. "Yuri•Earl O'Sullivan came in from the outside wearing white gloves and carrying a black ironwood cane, followed by the innkeeper who was sweating profusely like the mayor.

"The room must be spotless, I have brought my own sheets and other supplies, go to the town to find two serious girls to help me clean up, the balcony should face the sun, pay special attention to dinner, I don't eat too spicy, don't eat too salty, don't eat too sweet and not too sour, just light, by the way, I'll give you an hour, immediately replace the toilet and bathtub in the bathroom in my room with new ones, if I find you fooling me on this, what awaits you is not just as simple as closing the door......"

O'Sullivan kept making all kinds of requests to the boss as he walked, it seems that circumstances can change a person's mind and character, but life habits are such a thing, it is difficult to change anything, in a sense, he should be in a good mood: "Who are you two, what are you doing standing next to my luggage? Oh, beautiful Miss Dagulas-"

O'Sullivan took two steps, picked up Dagulas's soft hair and gave a just right kiss: "It's great that you can also participate in this military operation, I have heard of your excellent performance in the Northern Theater for a long time, and you cooperate with Ms. Morrill seamlessly, I really look forward to seeing your better performances......"

"Hehe, you're really good at talking, Count O'Sullivan. Dagulas smiled and squinted at Hunter and Sayers, who were stunned on the sidelines: "But wars are always unexpected - especially if you are accidentally injured by one of your own people!"

Then she twisted her waist and turned and went upstairs again, not knowing what she had just come down to do.

"Be smart, silly boys. Morriel walked around from behind his luggage with a blank face, startling the two rookie mages - how could these high-ranking people be so nervous?

"We're not here for a spring outing, and we're not dealing with a royal guard of honor that only walks the right way. Morrill walked past them, as if to say to himself, "Don't you think it's too much of a burden to carry so many things?

"It's okay, Master Yatu doesn't plan to follow lightly anyway. Speaking of which, this time it was actually one of the seven Supreme Judge Mages who personally led the team...... It's been a long time, hasn't it?" O'Sullivan smiled and said, "As for Hoffman, he is too big and prone to temper tantrums, and he can't be too far away - he has to be wronged to live in the back yard for the time being." ”

"I just wish I could get started quickly and not waste all my time on these poor moving carpenters. ”

Morrill also walked upstairs: "Master Yatu is on the third floor, right?"

Watching these big men walk by their side, Hunter and Sayes didn't know where to put their hands and feet. Think of that rock giant-like super monster - everyone can't be messed with, everyone is very deadly, how should these two little mages who are brittler than eggs deal with themselves?

"Listen, Hunter, it's not a big deal, look at the appearance of these nobles and archmages, and the pile of luggage, they just went through the motions in response to the pressure of public opinion, what fool would take the initiative to hit the knife edge with such a stirring crowd? Just scare those unscrupulous elven monsters so that they don't dare to come out, this is called strategic deterrence! We must be safe, don't be nervous!" Sayes reminded Hunter very old-fashionedly, but the big hand that twisted the lid of the wine jug trembled slightly.

"Yes, Commander Morrill must have nominated us for this operation, Commander Morrill is so nice, this must be a mission that is not dangerous and will be promoted quickly, well, maybe as you say!" Hunter glared at Sayers' face, as if looking for evidence to corroborate his words.

"Yes, but I've heard that the person who nominated the two of us for the operation is Commander Dagulas, and I've heard that she has always been at odds with Commander Moriel, so she shouldn't be taking the opportunity to kill our two Morriel Commander's cronies!"

"Shhh, keep your voice down, even the Supreme Archmage of the Council is here, there will definitely not be such a bad situation, hmm, Archmage...... How could the archmage just go through the motions, he must have completely destroyed the enemy! God, we will go to battle! Don't lie to me, Sayyas!"

"Well, whoever it is, why would you nominate us two nobodies for such an unfortunate mission...... Let's go to Da Bobo first and have a drink, and it doesn't matter what kind of judge or commander he is!"

"You don't want to die, it's better to stay in the hotel honestly!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you think there's a place for a pawn like you in the hotel......?

"Are you okay? Morrill met the mayor at the corner of the stairs leading to the third floor, who had come up to help carry his luggage.

The mayor was stunned for a moment, and then a steady stream of compliments spurted out of his mouth fluently but mechanically.

"Well, oh, Your Excellency the Red-robed Lady, did you come to our town a few days ago? Are you satisfied with your room? I didn't expect that the Supreme Master of the Council would deign to be here this time......! I was about to go up and ask what else the Archmage needed...... The dinner party will be ready soon, maybe he can relax in the special hot spring bath of the hotel, it is very helpful to relieve fatigue, ah, by the way, I can arrange for the lady to relax for him, and you can relax! You can rest assured! They are all trained, very skilled, and very clean and ....... "The mayor of the town is very cramped, how can he not be cramped? He said all the words he was going to flatter in front of the archmage to the red-robed female mage in front of him, as if he was rehearsing, this will be the most brilliant, most important and courageous moment in his life, if he can please the archmage, maybe he can leave this ghost place and serve in Watan, and even mixed up with a noble title is not a dream-

"Get out of here. Morriel looked at the poor creature with a sweaty head, and laughed a little. "If you say this set of lines in front of Master Yatu, then your wife will be able to remarry tomorrow. Stay away from this place, away from the mages, now turn back, go home, you don't need you here, understand?"

The mental pressure in Moriel's tone made the mayor give up his dream of fleeing in a hurry, perhaps he was destined to be a small mayor in his life, arrange all the troops, officials, and other great big people who passed through this place, and then put the feeling they put on themselves and then put them on the poor townspeople who lived and grew up here, and follow the example of others to play prestige, and slap them a few times, by the way, the big people are not in the mood to slap them from time to time......

In the largest room on the third floor, which was made up of three large suites that were connected by a complete connection, the Archmage of the Council, with his face covered with beard all the way to his sideburns, and his lion's mane and tousled hair, had stripped off his dusty robe and threw it on the leather seat, and the sound was very heavy, and he did not know what kind of spell casting materials were placed in it.

He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, the shirt inlaid with fine lace wrapped tightly around his strong muscles, "Thunder over Argus" This title is very apt to describe this plastic energy archmage who is famous for his violent methods and mastery of various elemental energy, and some people have even compared him with the first earl of the O'Sullivan family, of course, this makes him feel very bad, he thinks that he is not a brave and unscrupulous warrior, but more of a mage's wisdom, but he has a stronger body than most mages, and he prefers to be called an archmage with a strong body like steel, rather than a metaphor such as a magical iron tower, this order is very important。

Whatever you do, you have to be physically strong, that's his motto.

Yatu stretched out and walked around the room to relieve the muscle fatigue of the journey. Of course, he can easily reach his destination with advanced teleportation, but if it is not very necessary, Yatu still prefers the usual way of traveling. It's a little smaller. Yatu didn't notice the glitz and exaggeration of the room, and the magnificence everywhere, but it couldn't hide the furnishings of the rich man's hillbilly taste, but he felt small and short—but before the conning tower was built, it would have to be settled.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Attu unbuttoned his neckline, revealing a bit of a cast-iron chest, and sat on the wide sofa, talking coldly and with an irritated expression, not really angry at the people outside the door, but he always did.

Sure enough, it's this girl. Yatu thought to himself as he looked at Morrill as he pushed the door in.

"Your Excellency Yatu. Moriel Salute: "Please indicate the next plan of action." ”

"Well, the plan of action?" Yatu glared at Moriel with brass bell-like eyes, and Morriel looked at him calmly and coldly.

"The plan of action is to find those unlucky children who killed and set fires, and kill them all!"

“......”

Morrill actually thought that Yatu was in charge of the military operation to hunt Forty-Seven was actually the best outcome. Irascible and fierce, but lacking in sinister and cunning calculations - if it were an old fox like Kant or Aretha, he didn't know how much trouble he would get into, and a Dagulas was enough of a headache.

"Okay, okay, don't ask me about specific things!" Yatu waved his hand impatiently: "You guys do it first, and then you can't figure it out!

In Moriel's room, a translucent map of the plains of Tarnori hung on the round table, and some reddish points of light were scattered on the plains irregularly, like dripping blood.

"Judging by the distribution of the attack sites......" O'Sullivan mused, "IMHO, these enemies are quite tricky. ”

"That's right, they marched very fast, even surpassing the Reich's scout cavalry. Morriel snapped his fingers, and a small tower-like image appeared on the map of the location of the town of Welker, with a pale green circle line spreading out around it: "Although we are now at the transportation hub of the Tarnori Plain, our effective control range is actually only this large - considering the enemy's combat effectiveness, it is difficult to mobilize manpower beyond this range to trap them. ”

"Why don't we ask Miss Morrill to predict for us what the enemy will do next, and then we can gather them together and annihilate them in one fell swoop?" Dagulas's almost mocking sarcasm went unheeded, but she didn't think so.

"It's not impossible to find each other. In addition to the military strongholds, the area east of Wilk Town is now basically empty, and several larger villages and towns are also heavily protected by heavy troops - although this puts us on the defensive in the war against the Night Elves, it also invisibly reduces the enemy's range of activities, and we can send reconnaissance teams in both the north and south directions with Wilk Town as the center. O'Sullivan proposed his own construction, after all, among the three people, he is a serious soldier: "We have to search, discover, chase, and finally complete the fatal blow like hunting." There is no fear of sacrifice, and the viper that lurks in the darkness is far more terrible than the lion that jumps wild......"

He stroked the lifelike eagle on his staff: "In this way, the more ferocious and cunning the hunter kills, the more good hounds are needed." Even at such times, the archery technique of one-hit fatality is relatively secondary. You must rely on the hunting dog to search for the traces of the prey, and you need the hunting dog to entangle the prey to fight back......"

O'Sullivan smiled and looked at Morriel and Dagulas: "Dear ladies, O'Sullivan is willing to be a hunting dog for driving. ”

"That's dangerous...... Dagulas smiled.

Morrill didn't say anything, his face expressionless.

"Hmph. These little ghosts don't know the depths. Yatu stood behind the large window with a large red satin curtain and watched O'Sullivan walk down the street, snorting disdainfully.

It's also a long journey, and the kid's clothes are not covered with dust—even the trouser lines are clearly recognizable, and Yatu really can't figure it out. If he had seen O'Sullivan's wardrobe, he would have understood why he had made four sets of clothes.

He is fiddling with O'Sullivan's constructed weapon in his hand, and the incomparably strong Atlas is deconstructed and reassembled in his hands like a Rubik's cube, and the speed is no less than that of the original user O'Sullivan, and even the weapon form is not limited to knives and dual guns, which shows how strong Yatu's control over it is.

In the end, Yatu casually dropped the black gun glowing blue on the sofa.

"I thought it could be a big deal...... It's boring! It's a rare piece of stuff for the weak!"

Although the archmages of the Council decided to return Atlas to O'Sullivan by extrajudicial grace, the emperor could not afford to give face at all, and it was no longer good to prevaricate on the grounds that it was necessary to construct weapons for development, but they also won the temporary collection of Yatu, the commander of this operation.

The emperor of the council could not help but give face.

But finally in O'Sullivan's reach, he at least knew from whom to take what he had lost for a long time