No good God, including Sui Xiong, was willing to see the God of Knights suffer. Even the Orc Gods who were his enemies were the same.
No, even the Orc Gods did not want the God of Knights to be weakened, demoted, or even fall.
After all … as an enemy, the God of Knights was a very upright, law-abiding, moral, and tolerant enemy. In contrast, the God of Light was cruel and ruthless, unscrupulous, and had no bottom line to speak of. Being an enemy of him was much more dangerous and difficult than being an enemy of the God of Knights.
However, ideals and reality were always two different things.
Leon, who got the news from Sui Xiong, hid his deep sigh in his heart. He disguised himself as a young thief who wanted to take risks to get ahead and came to the military camp in the north of Eagle Wing City.
The scout camp was located at the northernmost part of the military camp and was the vanguard of the whole army. They had excellent logistical supplies and treatment because they were responsible for the most dangerous and hard work.
Before the big battle, there would definitely be a scout battle. Those warriors, who were chosen from a hundred, would fight in small teams or even individual units within a range of tens or even hundreds of miles. They would try their best to suppress the enemy scouts and gather any valuable information. Usually, after a big battle, even the winning side would lose more than 30 percent of the scout camp. The losing side might even lose the entire scout camp.
Although the scouting work could be done by magic or the air force, the information obtained by magic or the air force was relatively vague. There was no way to be very detailed or accurate. So even if most generals hated the scout battle, which used precious elite manpower to kill crazily, they still had no choice in the pursuit of victory.
When Leon arrived, the previous batch of scouts had just set off not long ago. The scout camp was slightly empty. Other than the chief officer in charge of reorganization, there were only those logistics officers who were sorting out their wills and other things. They were still busy.
The high risk of the scout camp caused almost every scout to leave a will before going into battle. Some would say goodbye to their families and friends, some would arrange their own affairs, and some would tell some secrets that they had kept for many years. These wills would not be opened for the time being. They were all sealed in a box with magic. Every box was specially locked. Only when the owner of the will died would the magic lose its effect. At that time, the logistics officers would take out the will and compare the contents of the will to fulfill the last wishes of the deceased.
Generally speaking, this was a privilege that only nobles could enjoy. Among ordinary soldiers, only the scouts could enjoy such treatment.
"How many boxes have been opened today?" The person in charge of organizing these documents was a veteran whose hair was almost completely white. He only had one arm, and there was a terrible scar on his face. When he walked, he also limped. At first glance, one could tell that he was a tough man who struggled to crawl back from the face of death.
Coincidentally, Leon happened to know him.
His name was Sta Arief, a member of Earl Arief's family. During the last orc invasion, he was a member of the Scout Battalion. He was bathed in blood on the battlefield and was seriously injured. Later, although he was found from the pile of corpses and saved his life with powerful healing spells, his broken arm could never be healed. It was a horrible cursed weapon that cut off his arm. Before the weapon was found and purified, even Greater Recovery could not make his broken arm grow back.
Sta was a typical soldier. As long as there were battles to fight and Orcs to kill, he did not care who was leading him. Leon remembered that his grandfather had once commented on this man, saying that he was a dog and was good at guarding the door. But he was not guarding the door for the Igor family, nor for the Eagle Kingdom. He was only guarding the door for humans.
Time flew. The fierce one-armed war maniac was now old, so old that he could no longer go to the battlefield. He could only manage some logistics.
Leon sighed in his heart. He went up to greet him and asked where he should report.
Old Sta looked at his documents and nodded. He used his remaining arm to point to the training field in the distance. "Go over there and find Young Eric. He will be responsible for checking your strength and using magic to verify whether you are reliable."
"What happens after the check?" Leon asked.
"He will tell you what to do. I am busy here," Old Sta said gruffly, but his expression was a little gloomy. Old Stubbs said in a gruff voice, but his expression was somewhat gloomy. "I still have to count how many guys died today …"
Leon was silent for a moment. He saluted him and walked toward the training field.
Watching him leave, Old Stubbs furrowed his brows and muttered to himself, "This person … Why does he look so familiar … Have I seen him somewhere before?"
As an elite scout, although Old Sta was old and his skills had deteriorated to the point where he could no longer engage in close quarters combat, his eyesight and memory were still there. He did not dare to boast that he had a photographic memory, but as long as he had met or talked to someone, he would more or less have some impression of them.
Where had he seen that new scout turn around and leave before?
The old scout pondered for a while, but he could not find the exact answer from the depths of his memory. In the end, he could only sigh deeply.
"Alas! I am really old! It is useless … "
He couldn't be blamed for this. Leon's current status and appearance made it hard for people to associate him with some distinguished figures. So although his back was very similar to his father, the former king who was assassinated by his younger brother not long after he ascended to the throne, who would associate these two people together?
Leon did not know that his true identity had almost been seen through. He quickly walked to the training field. At the moment, there were many newly recruited scouts training in the training field. Many old veterans were teaching them the skills needed on the battlefield, trying to increase their chances of survival and winning.
"You are Leon from Rye Town, one of the four northwestern towns. Are you a thief?" Earl Eric, the chief officer of the scout camp, looked at his document carefully. He pondered for a moment and asked, "How is Old Rode recently?"
"Mr. Rode has almost retired. I have not been to the Void Mask Amusement Park recently, so I really do not know his situation," Leon replied. Leon replied, "But … at least during the Autumn Harvest Festival, he was quite spirited."
Earl Eric nodded and asked, "I remember that the Bishop of Glory in Rye Town has been working hard to purify a Lich. Is it finished?"
"It was not finished on the day I left, but it should be done in a few days," Leon replied. "I spent some time on the road, so it should be finished by now. Maybe it will take another day or two?"
Earl Eric nodded again and asked about the situation of the four northwestern towns, especially Rye Town. Finally, he took out a blue crystal, looked at the color of the crystal, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Very good, you did not lie," he said. "Then, let's do a simple test of strength."
He pointed to a human-shaped target in the distance and said, "Now, run as fast as you can and attack that target — like attacking a person, and then run back."
Leon looked at the target and asked, "Just attack it?"
"Yes," said Viscount Eric. "You'd better hurry up. The faster you finish, the higher your evaluation will be."
So Leon took off the folding short bow hanging on his waist, turned and twisted it, and combined three pieces of metal into a bow arm. Then he took out the bowstring and put an arrow from his leggings. He did not need to aim specifically. He just pulled the bow and shot the arrow, which hit the target in the throat.
"Is this speed okay?" he asked.
Viscount Eric was stunned. After a few seconds, he could not help but laugh and applaud, "Amazing! Amazing! Your skill is not like that of a thief! "
While he was talking, he suddenly froze. He saw the figure of "Leon" in front of him suddenly turn gray, and then hide in the shadow of the tent next to him, disappearing without a trace.
"My lord, I am also very good at stealth." In just a moment, a voice came from behind him. "In addition, the arrow just now had a lot of luck. If I do it again, I can't guarantee that I can hit the throat again."
Viscount Eric was stunned again. This time, he was stunned for a longer time, and a few faint goosebumps appeared on his back.
If the previous shooting of the arrow had only made him admire, now the ability to sneak in front of him and circle behind him in the blink of an eye made him feel a little scared.
"You … are you really a thief, not an assassin?" He could not help but ask, "Stealth, sniping … no matter how you look at it, you look like an assassin!"
"Since Mr. Rode presided over the thieves' guild in the four towns in the northwest, the thieves in the four towns no longer do the assassin business," Leon replied. "I respect Mr. Rode very much and will abide by the rules he set. However, if it is on the battlefield, I am also very happy to carry out the assassin's task. "
Viscount Eric suddenly came to a realization, thinking that he understood the origin of this Leon. "Old Rode is a man of great ability and good vision, but he is too polite. He is always amiable and does not use force … I admit that he is good at making money, and he is also very good at managing people. These years, he has indeed made the thieves' guild in the four towns in the northwest bigger and stronger, but ah, it is a pity that a talent like you is buried in trivial things like identification, theft, and tracking all day long!"
Leon smiled and did not answer.
Although his powerful strength made the lie detector crystal useless to him, as the saying goes, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make, the better it is for you to tell less lies.
"Excellent combat ability, excellent stealth ability, and the rest is reconnaissance ability …" Viscount Eric thought for a moment and said, "Just now when you walked over, did you notice how many tents there are in this scout camp? In addition, is there any special information worth mentioning along the way? "
Leon recalled a little and said the number of tents, not a single one was missing. As for the special information … he thought for a moment and said the number of casualties in the scout camp that he heard when he left Old Stark's place.
Viscount Eric nodded repeatedly, and finally picked up the pen, signed the document, and made a comment.
There was no doubt that all three abilities needed for a scout were excellent.
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