Under the cover of the night, a silent troop was approaching Cecil's camp under the cover of darkness.
This troop was clad in light leather armor that was convenient for movement, and all the equipment they carried was painted black. They were agile and nimble, and rushed through the wasteland that was full of pebbles and potholes as if they were walking on flat ground.
It was a dark night with no stars, but their movements were not affected by the darkness at all.
This was a troop formed by Extraordinaries, and they were the precious elite forces of Firmrock Fortress.
The nobles, who valued decency, often disdained to carry out sneak attacks in war. Both sides would agree on a time and place, and set up a battle array on the battlefield. That was the rule of war in their minds. But when this rule of noble war was broken, experienced veterans would know what to do. The so-called virtues of the nobles on the battlefield were nothing more than a fig leaf used to decorate the facade when plundering benefits. Once this fig leaf was removed, everyone would still do what they were supposed to do.
A fleeting shadow swept across the grassy ground and condensed beside a huge rock. The other Extraordinaries in night camouflage also arrived beside this figure in a few breaths' time. The leader of the lurkers appeared from the shadows and whispered to his team members, "We're almost there. Be vigilant. Prioritize destroying the magic devices on those carriages."
The Extraordinaries who carried out the sneak attack secretly touched the small pouches they carried with them. Inside the pouches were magic scrolls. The explosions created by these scrolls were enough to destroy the magic devices of the Cecil army. These scrolls were extremely precious strategic resources of the Firmrock Stronghold. Every single one of them was crafted by experienced mages who had spent a great deal of effort. The mission of these people was to ensure that these precious scrolls were used in the most appropriate way.
After a short rest, these ambushers set off again. The most powerful shadow power in the night surged in from all directions, hiding their figures in the depths of the darkness. Soon, their figures could no longer be seen in the vast wasteland, leaving behind only streaks of darkness swiftly shuttling through the underbrush.
Quite a distance away from them, in the thick grass, a faint red light flashed by.
A Steel Ranger in light armor retracted his gaze from the distance. The red glow of his tactical eyepiece flashed on his helmet. He lowered his voice and whispered to the team commander beside him, "Captain, another team has been spotted. This team should be ours, right?"
The tactical eyepiece with the effect of "Detect Distortion" was enough to detect the tracks of most lurkers. Even in the deep starless night, the ambushers who dared to move quickly on the open plains with their superpowers had nowhere to hide.
"This team is ours, but don't act rashly. Those idiots are about to enter the minefield," the Steel Ranger said in a low voice. "Our brothers have spent so much effort to bury the mines. At least one or two of them......"
"Aye, aye."
"Prepare the explosive shots first. We'll fire when the enemy is confused."
The Steel Rangers began to move in the dark. In front of them, the Extraordinaries from Firmrock Fortress were still moving quickly toward their target.
Streaks of black shadows shuttled through the gravel and weeds. It was as if the night wind was everywhere, unrestrained and natural. The Stalker Captain enjoyed the feeling of walking freely in the dark, especially in a dark and windy night like this, which was perfect for killing people.
The thick darkness was his armor, and the silent blade was best used to slit the throats of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. He liked this kind of work where he could control the life and death of others in the dark. Although it was always a little thrilling, with the thrill came the intoxicating pleasure.
It was said that the explosion of the Skyfire of Cecil's people was so terrifying that it even caused the coalition of more than 40 noble families in the south to flee. But it was this kind of mission that gave him a sense of accomplishment. No matter how powerful the magic tool was, it had its weakness, and the lurkers were good at stabbing these weak points with their knives.
A cool night breeze blew by, blowing away some of the fog in the wasteland. Taking advantage of the darkness, the Lurker Captain and his team members stepped lightly on a piece of gravel. The moment their feet touched the ground, a strange 'kacha' sound suddenly entered their ears.
One of the lurkers stopped in confusion. He felt something was wrong with the bottom of his feet. "I think I stepped on something..."
As the Lurker spoke, he lifted his foot, wanting to see what was beneath his feet.
Then he found that he had stepped on a ball of flame that was rapidly exploding.
"Boom!" A loud explosion broke the silence of the night. The Lurkers that had stepped on the landmine split into several batches and flew up into the sky. At the moment of the explosion, the Lurkers that reacted the quickest had the same thought in their minds: It was a trap!
The most powerful ability of the lurker, speed, was fully unleashed at this moment. The members of this group had already scattered in all directions when their companions flew into the sky. But no matter how fast they were, they couldn't outrun the shrapnel and gravel that were flying in all directions. A series of screams sounded one after another, and half of the group was affected by the explosion.
The captain of the lurkers was stronger than the rest. He relied on his years of experience to escape from the explosion range. But the loud explosion and the flash of light still made him dizzy. In this short period of dizziness, he suddenly saw one figure after another appear in the bushes in the distance.
His battle instincts that had been honed over the years allowed him to resist the dizziness and pull out his dagger. In the next second, his figure blurred.
A prowler should never be completely exposed to the enemy under any circumstances. Only by hiding their presence could they be invincible in a fight. He recalled what his mentor had told him when he had just become an Extraordinary. At the same time, he stared sharply at the figures of the ambushers who had appeared from the bushes. He was waiting to see which one of them would be bold enough to rush forward first.
He was very confident in his close-range combat ability.
But the first one to rush to him wasn't one of the lurkers, but a powerful explosion. Explosion? Fire? Attack!
Along with a series of soft noises, sharp explosions came from the distance. One after another, strange objects wrapped in light green magic flew out from the strange weapons on the shoulders of the lurkers. After a short and swift trajectory in the air, they fell at the feet of the lurkers one by one. Then, a series of shocking explosions followed.
There were many unique Extraordinary soldiers in this world. As the "Sharp Blade Warriors" of various forces, they had different fighting styles.
Rangers were good at fighting in the jungle. Rogue troops had powerful magic power. Royal Shadow Guards could jump out from stealth mode and use Whirlwind Slash. As for the Steel Rangers from Cecil's territory...
They would crouch in the bushes and wait for a sudden jump to hit you in the face! P！ G！
Then, they would run away.
In the dark, starless wilderness, the explosions near Cecil's camp broke the silence of the night. In the center of Cecil's camp, Knight Philip was quietly listening to the explosions in the distance.
As expected, the nobles in Rock Fortress took advantage of the night to launch a sneak attack.
The nobles might be slow, but they were not stupid. After being chased by Cecil's people in the south for nearly half a month, they could at least sum up some experience. The magic crystal railguns were powerful, but they needed to set up a position to launch the shells. So, if they wanted to fight against Cecil's magic weapons, the only way was to destroy them before they entered the firing state. In front of the cannons, any behavior that clung to the traditional nobles' rules of war was no different from suicide.
The young Knight Philip sighed slightly.
The classical nobles' wars were gone. The nobles learned how to fight, or abandoned "dignity" faster than he imagined. Just as the lord said, the romantic and inefficient nobles' wars would eventually die out. When the new era came, war would inevitably return to the most primitive and pure state.
A low buzzing sound suddenly came from the side, interrupting Knight Philip's thoughts. He raised his head and saw the arcanotech device placed in the center of the tent, occupying half of the table. It was making sounds and flashing lights. He immediately stepped forward and operated the runic trigger on the base of the arcanotech device. He was a little unfamiliar with it.
The device was activated, and the big unshaven face of Knight Byron was projected in the air. At the same time, the other party's loud voice was heard. "Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Damn it... This is how you use this thing... "
"I can hear you. I can hear you. Stop yelling. You don't have to be so loud!" Philip was stunned for a moment before he quickly replied. Although he had tried to use it a few times, this new communication device still amazed him every time.
It was Philip's task to use the new communication device on the battlefield and test its value on the battlefield. For this purpose, the convoy that attacked Firmrock Fortress had specially brought a team of magicians, a large number of magic network units, and magic obelisks to lay the magic field in places where the army could reach.
Because Count Hosman died early, and the efficiency of the nobles in the south in building the magic network was not high, the coverage of the magic network in the north was not seamless. Between the wilderness and the villages, the technicians had to constantly set up relay stations to ensure the signal transmission of the magic network communicator. Fortunately, the beehive demon king units and the small obelisks were modular, and it was not difficult to set up and install them all the way.
In the holographic projection on the top of the communicator, Knight Byron's face was full of amazement, and his voice was still loud. "This thing is really good... I can't believe it, we are so far away, and yet we can talk so easily... Before this, I have only seen the scene of a mage using a communication spell twice in half of my life."
"You can lower your voice. The communicator uses the magic network to transmit signals, not your loud voice."
"Sigh, I can't help it." Byron Knight laughed dryly, and then leaned forward to listen. "It seems to be a little busy over there..."
Philip looked a little conflicted. "Just as you guessed, they are here to attack."
"Hey, those nobles have finally learned how to fight." Byron Knight clapped and laughed. "But they are still too green. They can only come up with the idea of a sneak attack in the middle of the night..."
Seeing that his old partner was getting more and more playful, Philip could not help but frown. "Are you here to talk to me through the channel?"
The term "channel" was invented by the lord.
"Talk? Oh, I am here to talk to you about something serious. "Byron Knight seemed to have remembered what he wanted to say and quickly went back to the topic." We have already set sail. Two warships, carrying the latest model of the 'calibrator' rainbow cannon, are rushing towards you! "
"Calibrator?" Knight Philip curiously repeated the unfamiliar word. From the structure and expression of the word, he heard a little of the style of the ancient Kingdom of Gondor.
"After the rainbow cannon was finalized, Master Kamel named it. It means that it can be used to calibrate the mentality of the enemy." Byron laughed, looking high-spirited. "Now it depends on your progress. My two warships are not much of a self-defense after being equipped with the rainbow cannon. You have to clear the battlefield for me."
Looking at his old partner laughing like a child in the holographic projection, Philip's regret and lamentation about the end of the war between the nobles had disappeared. He also laughed, and his voice was loud and powerful. "You should think about yourself. You better hurry up. Maybe I will blow the walls of Firmrock Fortress down before you get there!"
"Ha, you're underestimating Miss Tyr's abilities."
(Happy New Year everyone ~ ~ ~ I also want to take a holiday...)
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