Soon, the team lit torches in the dark and set off towards Gigg Town. Warhorses moved quickly in the forest. In addition to the necessary weapons and dry rations, the scouts carried black bags on their backs. The temple guards also carried shovels and hoes. They silently followed the team and soon disappeared into the forest.
As time passed, when the sky in the east gradually turned white, a scout appeared outside the city gate of Hollier. Even his warhorse was drenched in sweat.
He loudly woke up the soldiers guarding the gate and handed over the token in his hand. After the gate opened, he quickly rushed towards the Ducal Palace.
Not long after, several soldiers on horseback rushed out of the Lucifron Ducal Palace to report the news. They dispersed and went to various places in the city, including the monastery, the armory, and some aristocratic mansions that were close to each other in the past.
A few minutes later, Knight Titus walked out of the mansion and whispered a few words to the Dukes Of Angmar. Then he flicked the reins and galloped into the distance …
When the sun finally rose in the sky, Rody and the others had stopped at the edge of the Forest of Quiet Whispers outside the town and started to set up camp.
Most of the people in this team did not have a clear idea of what they were going to do next. Even Wellington and Sodelor did not understand Roddy's intention before they arrived at the destination. So many soldiers were a little uncertain because Roddy's behavior seemed really "rash".
But when the team arrived, Roddy's arrangement made Wellington feel relieved: the team took turns to adjust their condition. Half of them rested, and the other half began to dig traps and clean up the traces in the area around the forest.
The bags carried by the scouts were filled with large fishing nets. Paar Town was built near the river, and there were many fishermen in the village. So before Roddy set off, he directly collected more than forty fishing nets in the village and let his men hang them on the tree trunks at the edge of the forest according to a certain height and arrangement. He pulled Natha, Akasha, Wellington, Sodelor, and held a "pre-battle meeting" in the middle of the camp.
"… That's the gist of the plan. Whether we succeed or not, we at least have enough leeway to maneuver."
Roddy said as he stroked the gauntlet on his arm. Previously, due to the chain hammer's attack, the Froststeel Gauntlet was somewhat deformed, causing its durability to drop by quite a bit.
"Be careful, Natha. If what I said really happens, throw away the cloak. It will hinder your movements. Also, remember the dodging method I told you."
He emphasized to Natha in the elven language, and the Wood Elf nodded, her eyes still cold.
Roddy was not surprised by her reaction. He turned to Wellington and Sodelor and said, "No matter what you encounter during the charge, Akasha will support you from behind."
"Also … you must protect Akasha."
He glanced at the priest, who had his head lowered and pursed his lips. He frowned and said, "Don't be nervous. Just don't forget what I taught you."
"En … en, yes."
Akasha clenched the ring and replied with a stutter. Actually, she was not that nervous. She just felt that Roddy always emphasized the order to protect her, which made her feel a little strange.
"This is the gist of the plan. Everyone, eat more and try to keep your spirits up. Sodelor and Wellington, come with me later. We are going to confirm some things."
Roddy looked up at the rising sun. His eyes paused for a moment on Keg Town, which was two kilometers away. He then shouted to Carter, "Pick six people, disguise as mercenaries, and follow me."
"Yes!"
"Okay, that's all the orders. Dismissed."
Since the pre-war preparations, all the plans had been fully implemented. Although Roddy's decision was sudden, under such a situation, he did not rush forward and start a fight. This made Wellington, who was originally dissatisfied with Roddy, sincerely convinced.
In an "away" disadvantage, he created a "home" advantage and maximized the benefits brought by the "initiative" in a short period of time. All these measures could completely prove that Roddy was an excellent "battlefield commander."
In this era where illiterate people were everywhere and boorish people were as many as dogs, those who could recognize all the words in the code could be called "scholars." Seeing that Roddy consciously put "tactics" on the "strategic" level, Wellington had already admitted that he was no less talented than the Dukes Of Angmar.
Of course, this was in the aspect of combat. As for other aspects, he still had reservations.
After the arrangements were completed, Natha held the short bow and walked to the edge of the forest not far away. She hung the spare quiver on the predetermined treetop. Akasha and a few other mercenaries inserted colorful leaves and weeds into the cloaks. She occasionally looked at the leaving Roddy, pursed her lips, and then lowered her head.
The Knights Templar tied the horses in the forest, and Ruger and Carter supervised the making of the traps. During this period of time, they were not just practicing the tactics of riding on horseback. How to adapt to all-terrain combat and how to survive under the most disadvantageous conditions were the essence of the "Special Forces" that scouts had to learn.
And Roddy, Sodelor, and Wellington pulled up their hoods and directly entered the Town of Kiger in the early morning with six scouts. They went straight to the tavern area where the mercenaries usually stayed.
*****
At the same time, Tranka, who was reporting to Ansadin, had no idea that Roddy and the others had quietly arrived.
"The details of those two mercenaries have been found. They are members of the 'Iron Horse Mercenary Group'. A month ago, the group entered the Silent Forest, and now only two people came back. I think the others are dead, and the quality of the herbs they brought are here."
Viscount Tranka was dressed in gorgeous clothes with a decorative sword hanging on his waist. He should have been handsome and elegant, but at this time, his posture was more like a servant. He knelt on one knee and respectfully held a few pieces of parchment with both hands.
Ansadin's dead face had been frighteningly gloomy since last night. At this time, after listening to Tranka's words, it was rare for him to relax a little. He reached out to pick up the parchment and looked at it. He whispered, "Advanced Agility … Intermediate Magic … Excellent quality Six-Eyed Flower, and Hidden Spirit Mushroom? This is an unexpected gain. Where are the potions? "
Although Ansadin was a pharmacist, he didn't need to personally make such materials because the level of the potion itself was not high. However, he collected these potions for future plans. In other words, it was a "strategic reserve".
Tranka lowered his head and continued to answer, "A total of seven bottles of potions have been placed in the Pharmacist Guild and stored in your special storage box. And the news I received is that the two mercenaries will bring new herbs after a period of time. The quality will not change, and they said that … they want to cooperate for a long time."
"Bring them here tonight, dead or alive." Ansadin ordered expressionlessly and then rolled up the parchment. "Cooperation? Ha … I don't have that time. "
"You may leave."
"Yes, Lord Ansadin."
Viscount Tranka bowed and left, never raising his head from beginning to end.
Ansadin put the parchment aside. When he turned around, the ground under his feet had been occupied by a huge puppet core magic circle.
At this time, there were 30 to 40 pieces of Magic Crystal on the table, and the puppet sculptures were piled up like a small hill on the ground.
On another shelf, there were rows of potions that Ansadin had specially prepared, including "Extreme Mana Potion", "Awakening Potion", "Flower of Wisdom Potion", "Graveyard Moss Potion" and so on.
He held the ash-gray elder wand in his hand. Before he began to cast the spell, Ansardin glanced at a corpse on the other side of the tomb, and his eyelids trembled slightly.
Although he didn't want to immediately restore Magda's body, but after last night, he still had a trace of caution in his heart … The strength of the thirteen puppets was enough to wipe out a small town, but even the gargoyles were destroyed by those guys. This was definitely not a "coincidence" or "luck" of the enemy.
But he also didn't believe that the villages in the Kingdom of Karen could have such a powerful force. At most, it was done by Wellington who risked his life. But as a person who wanted to be safe, he wasn't satisfied with the "puppet army" that he was about to summon next. He forced Tranka to prepare all the materials needed to restore Magda's body, and only then did he feel relieved.
"I'd like to see what else a scout captain can do."
He waved the magic wand lightly, the light flashed, and the magic circle slowly began to be built …
*****
On the other side, the door of a tavern in Gigg Town was knocked open. The sleepy boss was asked a few questions by a few guys dressed as adventurers in front of him. After receiving a silver coin without batting an eyelid, he hurriedly raised his hand and pointed upstairs, saying something, and quietly hid to the side.
Nine people stepped in, their silent and oppressive aura was far more terrifying than those random mercenaries. The bartenders and waitresses didn't even have the mood to greet them, and they all stepped aside.
The door of a bedroom on the second floor was knocked, and the fat man who opened the door while muttering vulgarities was startled. He rubbed his eyes hard, and then put on a respectful expression as he welcomed the people in. The first three people stepped in, and the six soldiers behind turned around and stood guard outside the door, their hands holding the hilt of their swords, their expressions cold.
"Sir Roddy, I didn't expect you to come so early, I, I —"
"Don't be so nervous, just give me a simple report of your results."
Henry's original sleepiness had long been scared out of his wits. At this time, there were some bottles and jars in his room. The box with the silver coins was locked and stuffed under the bed, and there were a few pieces of parchment on the table with a few lines of words written on it. The handwriting was crooked, but it was barely readable.
"Sir, those herbs were exchanged for a total of seven bottles of potions and seven hundred and thirty silver coins. Their value …" Henry whispered what he had done, and then he nervously waited for Roddy's reply. His eyes swept over the two tall men beside him from time to time. As a mercenary, he could instinctively sense that these two men were strong, but because Roddy didn't have the intention to introduce them, he didn't dare to ask.
Roddy reached out to pick up the potions, but his eyes stayed on the potions for a moment, and then he showed a surprised expression — but this expression was quickly concealed by him. After a while, he stuffed all the potions into his bag, nodded and said, "Well done, I will give you an extra ten percent of the transaction."
Henry's eyes widened, but before he could thank him, Roddy saw the parchment again and asked, "You wrote this?"
"Yes, I wrote it, Sir … I have learned a little before."
Roddy nodded, and his eyes stayed on Buffon, who was still sitting on the bed in a daze, for a moment, and then said, "Today, I came here mainly for some new tasks. The two of you listen to it now, and you must finish it before this afternoon. "
A few minutes later, the oppressive guards in the tavern changed their formation and escorted Roddy and the other two out of the tavern. After they left, Henry and Buffon also paid for the room, and took the box and walked to the other side of the town …
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