(I'm so pissed off at the motherf * cking Tencent author's backend … I clicked on update, and the update failed. I looked at the "published chapters" and found that it had not been published yet, so I clicked on update again. This time, the same chapter was published twice …)
(The content has been modified, and the title can only be changed on Monday …)
In the next few days, Leon had a good time. He quietly visited a few acquaintances who had not been affected by the coup and purge. Although things remained the same, the people had changed, everyone still expressed their welcome to his visit. Of course, it was inevitable that there were some who welcomed him face to face and wanted to report to the king behind his back. However, how could those little thoughts deceive the legendary peak masters? Leon did not kill them, but he cast a forgetting spell on each of them so that they would forget that they had seen him.
Of course, after all, he was not a professional legendary mage, and he was not very proficient and skilled in using the forgetting spell. It might cause sequelae such as headaches, poor memory, or he might forget too many things. However, these sequelae were only short-term, and forgetting a little was not necessarily bad. In short, compared to the act of wanting to betray him, these were all trivial matters. Presumably, even if those people knew the cause and effect, they would choose the latter between a slash and the forgetting spell.
A few days later, a new batch of soldiers from the scout camp was finally recruited. After being equipped, they set off under Leon's leadership.
Coincidentally, the day they left the city was exactly the day that Baron Keane had finally reorganized his army and set off for the capital.
Before setting off, Crick presided over what might be the last major event that the Keane family had done in his hands.
Looking at the two flags of the Duchy of Thunder and Baron Keane falling from the castle flagpole, and then the jellyfish flag of the Church of the Void Mask rising, followed by the two flags in the past, which were all below the jellyfish flag, Margie, who was spying on the hotel balcony, suddenly became furious and broke a large part of the balcony railing with her palm.
However, even though she was angry, she did not dare to do anything.
The Void Mask had a fierce reputation. This god's combat power was very strong, and he was not limited by the clergy. Although he did things indiscriminately, his wisdom and strength were superb among the gods. As a senior priest of the Church of the God of Aristocracy, Maki was very clear that His Majesty absolutely could not provoke this fierce god. If she really risked angering the Void Mask and killed Anna Keane, who had clearly turned to this god, she was afraid that before the Void Mask could do anything, His Majesty would first beat her half to death, and then send her to the Void Mask to make amends.
It was true that the God of Aristocracy was one of the more important members of the Human God System, and they were backed by a big tree. But the Void Mask even dared to attack the Master of Mystery, and he even caused the Master of Mystery to suffer a great loss. Although the Human God System was strong, it could not deter him at all. Not to mention anything else, if he were to blast the Country of Light where the human gods lived, what should they do?
The God of Aristocracy would never take such a risk!
Thinking of this, her heart could not help but be filled with a sense of powerlessness and frustration, and also endless anger rising. If it were not for her long years of training and upbringing that forced her to suppress her anger, she was afraid that she would have roared at that moment.
"It seems that we can't do it." The female mage who was on good terms with her looked at the jellyfish flag floating in the air and sighed deeply. "Let's go back, we can't afford to offend that one."
Maki clenched her teeth, and her body trembled slightly, but she could not say something like "continue to do it."
After a while, she finally calmed down and waved her hand weakly. "Let's go back, there's no point in staying here …"
The group of people came aggressively, but left dejectedly. They did not even see Crick once.
Soon, Crick, who was hurrying along with the army, received the news and could not help but laugh.
This was the only good news today … He hoped that Anna could learn well and be a good lord.
This was the only thing he could do for her.
When he was done laughing, he thought of the expedition he was about to go on.
There was no doubt that nine out of ten people would die in this expedition. To exaggerate a little, there was no chance of survival. Outside, there was the insanely powerful Orc army, inside, there was the Archduke who deliberately wanted to stab them in the back, and his comrades were a group of stubborn and old-fashioned knights. As the saying goes, one should not be afraid of a god-like opponent, but be afraid of a pig-like teammate. But if the opponent was like a god, the teammates were like pigs, and the big boss behind them was heartless and wanted you to die, and you still could not die, then you were probably not an ordinary time traveler, but the protagonist of some cool novel.
"Thinking about it, it seems not impossible. First of all, Crick is more handsome than me, and this is the result of plastic surgery. Then, he has his own language, his own system, and a few loyal subordinates. When he is short of money, he can go to the casino and earn enough money … I do seem to have the demeanor of a cool novel's protagonist …"
He talked to himself, raised his hand to touch the beard that had grown on his chin recently, and his mood could not help but improve a little.
"If I'm really the protagonist of a cool novel, then I definitely won't die in such a place. On the contrary, I can definitely seize the opportunity to gain a lot of credit and reputation. Maybe after the war, my experience points will be enough for me to become a Legendary powerhouse … "
"No, it's also possible that I escape with serious injuries in the battle, and then find a secret manual and elixir left behind by a senior powerhouse in a secret cave. After ten years of hard work, I become invincible when I come out of the cave. No matter who the enemy is, I can ruthlessly suppress them. Finally, I marry a fair, rich, and beautiful woman and become CEO, reaching the peak of my life …"
"It's also possible that this body of mine actually hides the noble bloodline of the Lord of Light and Darkness. At the moment of life and death, it will explode, and then directly transform into the Great Demon King of Destruction or the Angel of Dawn, holding a scythe or a holy sword, killing all along the way. Be it red bean paste or green bean paste, I will kill them until the world is dark, and the sun and moon lose their light. In the end, I will fight until the world is clear …"
"Yes, maybe my System also has some hidden secrets. At the critical moment, I finally accumulate enough experience points, and suddenly upgrade the System. Mission assistance and ability enhancement appeared, and with the help of the System, my strength improved by leaps and bounds. My power shook the world, and I became invincible. Then, I rushed to a higher realm, until I became a god …"
"Or maybe I died in battle, and then discovered that not only did I not die completely, but I was instead reincarnated into Krieg's youth. Reincarnation and the System seem to be very popular, but with such a big cheat, the story doesn't seem easy to grasp …"
He thought of several possibilities in one go, and then found a few famous works to compare. For a moment, he felt that the sky was high, the earth was wide, and his future was broad. It was really like the sky was bright, the water was bright, the wind was bright, and his heart was clear.
The only problem was that … he knew that all of this was just a fantasy.
If he was really the protagonist of a cool novel, then why hadn't he hooked up with a single woman other than the maid Amelie a few months after transmigrating? Even Ai Miwei hadn't reached the final step yet.
Would the protagonist of a cool novel be like this? Of course not!
Not only that, but as long as the protagonist of a cool novel, they would either have a deep hatred before transmigrating, be an incompetent fat otaku, or be some king of soldiers or martial arts expert. After transmigrating, they would either rely on the knowledge on Earth to open up a technological tree to farm and make guns, or show off their prowess in a foreign world with Huaxia's divine martial arts, or just eat sweet potatoes to accumulate enough heaven-defying magic … Look at himself, before transmigrating, he was a small office worker, not considered rich, but definitely not poor either. In his spare time, he was an online artist with a bit of fame, and his social status was not bad. He was an art student, and basically knew nothing about technology. He had only heard of martial arts and had no idea where to start.
Could such a person be the protagonist of a cool novel?
Yes, only a ghost would!
He shook his head, and could not help but laugh.
"Forget it, I'll take one step at a time. No matter what, even ants live without purpose. For the time being, I'll stand in hell and look up at heaven … I don't know if this is useful …"
Krieg muttered, and rode the docile warhorse. Under the escort of knights and soldiers, he slowly moved forward along the road.
Whether it was heaven or hell in front of him, he had no idea. The only thing he could do was to work harder on his own.
That day, they walked about 40 miles, and their marching speed was not bad. When the sun was about to set, they successfully found a place to camp and prepared to have a good rest, waiting for the next day to continue on their journey.
There were still about 15 days until the first of December. There was usually no rain or snow in the Duchy of Thunder during this season, so they should be able to make it in time.
On the other side, Leon led the recruits of the scout camp, riding warhorses that were mixed with magical beasts, and traveled almost a hundred miles in one day. At this speed, they would be able to reach the front line in about 10 days.
When they camped at night, they were not as particular as Krieg and the others. Those who could be chosen as scouts were all experts in survival in the wild. Things like tents and the like were not necessary for them at all. They randomly found an open place, cleaned the ground, lit a campfire, ate some hot food, took out blankets to wrap their bodies, and slept soundly.
According to the rules of the army, the commander did not need to keep watch at night. But since Leon knew that someone was coming to find trouble with him, how could he sleep peacefully? As a master at the peak of the legendary level, it was not a problem for him to not sleep for a month or two. Under such circumstances, of course, he would not sleep.
In order to respect the rules of the army, he did not insist on joining the night watch. Although he was wrapped in a blanket and lying next to the campfire, he did not fall asleep at all. On the contrary, he was ready to fight at any time.
As the night gradually deepened, the soldiers on night watch also changed shifts — according to the tradition, the night watch was divided into two shifts in the summer and three shifts in the winter, but the enemy did not come for a long time.
According to the movement speed of the enemy that he had sensed, Leon was sure that the enemy should have arrived near Eagle Wing City, but he did not know when the enemy was ready to attack.
Orcs often had more advantages at night, so the possibility of an attack at night was the highest. However, a group of thieves or rangers on his side were also good at fighting at night, so … maybe the enemy would do the opposite and come during the day?
He secretly pondered, but on the outside, he looked as if he was already asleep, and even his breathing was like that of an ordinary master who was sleeping, smooth and long.
Not long after the soldiers on night watch changed to the last shift, the "sleeping" Leon's heart suddenly moved, and he felt a trace of an obscure aura.
The aura slowly approached from the distant thicket. It was extremely fast, but it was extremely subtle and did not make a single sound. Whether it was the sound of running wind, the sound of grass breaking under one's feet, or the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, there was no sound at all.
Even the sound of one's heartbeat and breathing could not be heard at all.
If Leon wasn't strong enough, he might have lost his life before he felt anything.
The owner of the aura obviously already knew about the situation of this scout troop, and without any hesitation, he rushed straight towards Leon. Before he reached in front of him, Leon felt a sharp murderous intent, like needles stabbing him.
If he was really asleep, he would probably be awakened by this murderous intent, but at the same time, he would definitely be stabbed.
However, not only did he not fall asleep, but he was also long prepared.
With a flash of sword light, Leon leaped up and swung his sword to deflect a poisonous needle that was shot at him. His figure whizzed out like an arrow, pouncing toward an empty space that seemed to have nothing at first glance.
"Orc assassin, eat my sword!"
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