Chapter 158
The early morning time can always make people happy.
If you ignore your stomach rumbling with hunger gu gu, it’s a non-stop belly.
Mason holding the skinned buckler, staring to the east for the twenty-third time, damn it, the logistics officer Old Barr and his slaves should all hang on the gate outside the manor. , Until countless maggots and crows ate them all.
Mason is a Swordsman. To be precise, he is a strong and alert, most important and young hired Swordsman.
His grandfather and father were both masons in the village. They were exquisite craftsmanship and had a good income. However, thanks to Pande continent’s raging war games, Mason stole the father’s possession at the age of fifteen. The 100 silver dinars that got up, left the familiar hometown.
In the past six years, God knows what he has gone through. He has been a mob and a bandit. He has been scared, feared, killed, and almost killed more than once.
Until now, he has finally become a sword technique and a good hired Swordsman. This is on the Pande continent, except for the regular army of the five kingdoms and the powerful Knight regiments. Mason can be regarded as a small The expert too.
So at this moment, Mason is really upset. Chief Grimdor is indeed a good employer. At least he can guarantee full payment of employment payments every month, but this is still not The reason why these people want to patrol the deserted mountains and ridges and be hungry!
Thinking of this, Mason couldn't help but glanced maliciously at the camp in the distance that seemed indistinguishable.
Of course he has reason to complain, even though the tent lives in the second leader of the Grimdor Knight regiment.
"If Lord Grimdor were here, he would definitely not let the brothers go hungry, let alone drag the two new Galian witches into the tent under the eyes of everyone, and even If you get into a tent and do something, you will never shout so loudly."
Mason thought angrily. He was on guard in the middle of the night after his rotation last night, saying that he is very dedicated and very clear. How important it is to be vigilant, he is not the recruits of those hu hu hu hu hu.
But, damn it, every once in a while, there will always be some sounds that make him intolerable in that tent. It's a ghost, is the magician in the legend more physically strong than Fields Will Berserker still need to be terrifying?
This is showing off, this is demonstration, this is ridicule!
A man can't stand Ahhh.
And Mason believes that he will not be the only person who has this idea.
Just when Mason angrily imagined the exquisite and devilish figure of the new Galian woman, a sound of footsteps sounded from the east, accompanied by a loud voice, "Asshole, get up, gather, gather immediately!" Hearing this voice, Mason immediately turned his head to look, and then he immediately froze. Of course he knew who the loud voice was, then He is the fourth leader of the rogue Knight group. He looks like a wild beast. No, that guy is the incarnation of the wild beast. He has two turned-up fangs. The skin is completely black and green, and even a layer can be seen. With layers of scales, the weapon is a two-handed heavy sword. According to rumors, this guy can release a galloping war horse with one hand.
But what really shocked Mason was not the fourth leader Durham III, but the cold temperament standing next to Durham III, the man with a black hood on his head regardless of day or night. .
He is not the second-hand leader of the rogue Knight, Cleves.
But this is not right. Last night Mason saw Cleves with his own eyes the two new Galian witches got into the tent in the center, and never came out again. There is absolutely nothing wrong.
But now he actually appeared from other places.
Mason didn't dare to think about it anymore. Although he didn't know what happened, he knew that what happened last night was not as simple as it seemed.
At this time, following the roar of the orc Durham III, many people hurriedly got out of the tent. At least half of them were sleepy-eyed or naked.
But Mason was horrified to find that the two new Garrian witches were all equipped with armor and weapons, and each held a large bow in their hands.
The arrow technique of these two new Garrian witches is so powerful that Mason has seen it with his own eyes. When he thinks of the scene last night, Mason can't help but sweat with fright.
This is clearly a terrifying trap.
In addition to these two new Garrian witches with stings all over their bodies, four fully armed Mettenheim Swordsman and four professional canned heavy infantry were hidden in those tents. .
What a big battle.
Mason couldn't help but stunned secretly, but this sophisticated trap layout, which even his own people had never concealed, was ineffective, because nothing happened last night.
"Cleves, do you still insist on your judgment? Look, nothing happened. On the contrary, because of your orders, the whole fortress was disturbed inside and outside. Many of us are Hungry, if it proves to be a farce in the end, Cleves, how are you going to explain to Grimdor? He will return from Iron Oak the day after tomorrow. If you want me to say, we still increase the manpower to hunt down. Forget the damn mouse, I bet that mice will return to the fortress in Tyra Town in the end, and we have arranged a manual interception there. As long as we catch the damn mice, everything will be solved. Why be suspicious here."
At this time, King Durham III complained loudly. This complaint simply speaks to Mason and the others. That’s right, they didn’t have time to eat last night. At this time this morning, I haven't seen the logistics officer deliver breakfast.
"Shut up, you pig!"
Na Cleves was a little angry and honest, but his voice was not high, a little hoarse and low, but if he listened to it, it would make People can't help but feel a chill in the spine, especially with his image, it is easy to think of a poisonous snake hidden in the depths of the grass.
That’s why he said something. Almost everyone was obediently and honestly immediately, even the orc Durham III could only mutter a few words.
Cleves didn't explain what he did, and didn't say anything. His eyes hidden under the black hood quickly swept across the crowd, and finally fell on Mason.
For a while, Mason felt that his breathing was almost not smooth.
"Are there any exceptions last night?"
"Uh, to tell you, no, I swear no, except, except—they." Mason replied with difficulty, using his fingers. Pointed at the two new Garrian witches not far away.
Cleves seemed to be very dissatisfied with the answer, but he did not ask any more. After a moment of silence, he walked through the queue of people gathered, came to the edge of the mountain, and stood here. You can see all around at a glance, including movements a few miles away.
"This is unlikely. My inference should be correct. Looking at the traces of the battle yesterday, it can be clearly judged that the opponent is very strong and very confident. He is more inclined to a kind of morbid arrogance like second fool, so he will not leave easily. He must be hidden somewhere near here, waiting to cause a fatal blow to us. It can’t be wrong, Durham, we Don't relax, you go back right away, mobilize more soldiers, and search for me all around the manor. Let me limit it to 30 miles."
"Cleves, are you crazy? Do you know what a huge range of search is thirty miles away, enough for hundreds of us to search for two or three days, and it is very likely that we will not find anything."
Nadu Lun III exclaimed road.
"So you are an idiot! You shouldn’t have sent a cavalry to hunt down that cunning mouse yesterday. It was just an insignificant bait, just to attract our attention and hide it. This talent is the most terrifying, although I don’t know why he didn’t make a move last night? But I’m sure that once he makes a move, it must be earth shattering. God knows how much damage it will cause us, Durham, we are here Grimdor Manor has been painstakingly managed for five full years. How can it be done because of a momentary carelessness? Do you know what the consequences are?"
The voice of Cleves became grim, face Facing such questioning, that Durham III had nothing to say, just turned around with some people to arrange the search.
When Naduran III and the others walked far away, a Mettenheim Swordsman next to Na Crivis became frowned: "Your Excellency Crivis, please forgive my recklessness , Although I am only a mercenary, I am still very puzzled. Can you really find the powerful sneaker by relying on Your Excellency Durham’s search?"
"hehe, Dan Moss Sir, you’re right. This method alone is not enough. Don’t worry. Before noon today, I will be sure to invite our Mr. second fool out. He may be very powerful and a little bit more. Little clever, it’s a pity that he met me, you know, in my hometown, there is a sentence that I like very much and will never forget, that is, wherever I go, I will leave a trace. Yesterday, my layout was a bit rough, but today, I won't give him any more chances. He doesn't know what kind of opponent he will face. I can't make a mistake, but as long as he makes a mistake once, he will definitely be consigned to eternal damnation."
Naclevis loudly said, as if facing the mercenaries in these missions, he obviously became more talkative and more sharp.
Next, Cleves really started to issue all kinds of weird orders, which didn’t seem to be very focused, but there is no doubt that once these orders are well executed, Maybe you can really put Mu Shaoan together.
Because the layout planner is best at this kind of manipulation of the overall situation, capturing all the details, one after another, many arrangements that are obviously meaningless at the beginning can become a fatal blow in the end. trump card, this is a terrifying inescapable net, any poor bug that unfortunately falls into this big net will have no luck.
Cleves believes in this.
Mu Shaoan is equally convinced, so in this brief moment, when Cleves was less than fifty meters away from him, he made his choice, that is— break out.
(I think I must be crazy)