At the same time, Conrad and the Dark Priest of the Black Flame Church were also sizing up the new lizard. But to their surprise, these low-level reptiles seemed to have the same face. At least in their eyes, this' lizard 'and the previous' lizard 'did not seem to be any different in appearance.
Perhaps the pattern was different?
On the other hand, Hewjil recognized his subordinate and asked, "Aegin, you're back earlier than I expected. Did you find the target?" Hewjil didn't need to use the awkward Kirrlutz language and was able to speak fluently.
"Yes, Boss." Aokin lowered his head and replied fearfully.
His attitude did not arouse Hewjil's suspicion as he had always required his subordinates to treat him with respect. However, the bandit leader was a little impatient. He waved his hand and replied, "When did you become so hesitant, Aokin? What did you see this time? "
"It's like this, Boss." The lizardman captain swallowed his saliva and stammered: "My men and I were ambushed in the south and we lost some men. The ambushers seemed to be those Humans. There were a total of 15 of them, two women and a young man leading them. They were very powerful and we did not even have time to react before we lost … … four of our brothers … … "
"South?" Hewjil was stunned as if he did not hear about the loss: "Are you sure it's south?"
Aokin was startled as he thought that his boss would be furious. However, it quickly reacted and nodded.
"What did he say?"
Conrad was already impatient as he listened to the two lizardmen chattering in their native language. When Hewjil raised his voice, he knew that there was a problem. He immediately grabbed the lizardman's shoulder and asked.
Hewjil slapped his hand away and scolded: "This time it's the south. That's great. Donald, is your opponent playing hide and seek with us?"
"Southeast, south, southwest." The Dark Bishop was stunned: "This does not make sense. There must be a conspiracy."
"Plot my ass!" The lizardman bandit leader cursed. "The current situation is very simple. The enemy has already discovered your presence. That bullshit young man you sent to bite down on the other side must have been killed by the other side. Those humans are fleeing towards the south! Split into three groups! They are trying to distract us. I have seen this kind of trick many times! "
"Impossible!" The Dark Bishop of the Black Fire Sect almost jumped up. "My Oracle went with that guy." He excitedly took out a crystal from his robe with his withered claw. "The crystal hasn't broken yet, which means that they are fine now."
"Then your foolish divine envoy must have gotten lost." Hewjil coldly mocked.
"An oracle can get lost? Are you farting, stupid lizard? " Conrad interrupted the lizard and turned back to stop the excited dark bishop. "Why are you being so impulsive?" he said angrily. From this point of view, the lizard was right. The other party had already discovered our intentions. They definitely won't run into us again. Escaping is inevitable, so we can't wait here any longer. "
"Then what should we do?" The Dark Bishop was stunned for a moment.
"Of course we chase after them."
"Which group?" Hewjil asked in an annoyed tone.
Conrad looked at it coldly and replied indifferently, "I said you're an idiot, and you're really an idiot. Are there only the three of us here? Where are your subordinates? Of course we will split into three groups. Are you afraid that a mere dozen Silver-ranked guards will be able to defeat us one by one? "
Hewjil was speechless. He opened his mouth but realized that the damned human was right. "Then when do we set off?" He asked in a weak tone.
"Of course, immediately!" The Dark Bishop replied.
"No," Conrad stopped him: "We will wait for you and my men to arrive. We will set off at night."
"You are too cautious, Conrad. This is not good." The low-ranking Priest of the Disciples of the Black Flames had the same concern. After all, according to the report from the Lizardmen Hunters, the enemy retreated a little too cautiously. Even so, the Priest of the Disciples of the Black Flames muttered. Hewjil glanced at the two of them and reminded them: "Don't forget that I have to take half of the credit for this matter."
The two of them looked at the lizardman with a disdainful expression and snorted in disgust. They were not as shameless as him. However, none of the three big shots noticed that the Lizardman Lieutenant Aokin, who had been keeping his head down the whole time, had secretly let out a sigh of relief. He thought to himself that this time, the terrifying wizard would finally return the soul that he had kept in captivity, right? What did the other party say? As long as he was not dead when the moon rose, it meant that his soul had returned to his body?
Aokin could not help but feel apprehensive. That cunning wizard wouldn't go back on his words, right?
He shuddered.
… …
Night quickly fell.
Regardless of whether Aokin lost his soul when the moon rose, Conrad, Hewjil, and the others began to move.
A few miles away, from the top of the hill near the Silver Elves' ruins, one could see torches lit up in the ruins below. It looked like a sea of fire. In fact, such a scene was not common in the past, because it meant that the Lizardmen Bandits were about to make a big move. They were gathering. However, it was not easy to gather the lizardmen together, especially when one had to reorganize more than a thousand lizardmen who lacked the basic concept of left and right. It was an even bigger project.
About an hour later, another long line of torches appeared from the west and entered the Balogon Ruins. The dots of torches quickly gathered together, and the gathered torches seemed to illuminate the sky in that direction.
At the same time, four figures stood silently on the mountain.
"The disciples of the Black Flames have gathered." Brando whispered as his eyes reflected the light of the fire.
"Conrad's men are here too." Sanford added.
Brando nodded.
"Are you sure they will split into three groups, my lord?" Sanford turned back and asked: "What if they form a single group? What if they see through our tricks? "
"There are no ifs." Brando thought to himself. How could there be ifs with his ability to lure the lizardmen? If he was facing the elite army, especially the army led by the talented commanders of Madara, his little tricks might not work. However, the lizardmen bandits would definitely not be able to guess his intentions. He had a huge advantage. He knew how strong the lizardmen were, but the lizardmen's understanding of him was still limited to the 12 Silver-ranked guards that Redi had described.
Under these circumstances, no matter if it was the Lizardmen commander or Conrad of the Paper Cards mercenaries, none of them would have thought that Brendel's plan was to take all of them, and take a large amount of EXP. Even if Brando told them himself that he wanted to use only a dozen Silver-ranked warriors to wipe out a thousand-strong group of bandits, they would probably think that he had lost his mind.
However, Brando paused for a moment and turned back to answer: "Even in the worst case scenario, they will only form a single group. But that is still better than us killing our way here. Remember, they are the hunters, and we are the prey. In a hunt, the prey will always be the one deciding the direction, not the hunter. "
Sanford nodded in silence.
The Elven commander still stood at the side with a cold expression. At this distance, his strength was greatly limited. In truth, he could not see much more than Brando.
The last person beside the three of them was the merchant girl.
The Roman did not have the same direct understanding of the torches at the foot of the mountain. On the contrary, she felt that the torches were beautiful. They gathered together in the darkness and reflected in her eyes. It was like a painting made of flames, and she felt that it was exceptionally beautiful. However, Brando did not call her here just to see the fireworks. Soon, the torches began to scatter, and finally separated into three straight lines.
"My lord, you guessed it right!" Sanford's eyes lit up as he exclaimed in excitement. However, his expression suddenly turned gloomy. Brando's confidence reminded him of Makarov. If there was one person who could always lead the Grey Wolves Mercenaries forward, it would definitely be Makarov. But it was a pity that the so-called forever was just wishful thinking.
Compared to Sanford's emotional fluctuation, Brando was not surprised at all. The drama had just begun. He pointed down and asked: "Roman, can you see what the leaders look like?"
Sanford and the Silver Elf commander were stunned. How was that possible? They were at least seven to eight miles away from the ruins of the Silver Elves. Looking down from the top of the mountain, the torches were as dim as fireflies, not to mention the people holding the torches. However, they immediately realized that the young lady who was with them was not an ordinary person. The Roman immediately nodded and said: "Of course you can! Hmm … … There's a group of people on the left, and the one in front looks like a lizard, Brendel. "
"That's the lizardman commander, Hewjil. Continue." Brando glanced at the Roman. He knew the merchant girl's ability very well. The last time she was in Fortress Riedon, she was able to see Madara's army clearly even in the starless night. Now, with the moonlight and the light from the torches, it was easy to see the enemy's appearance.
"Then there's the one in the middle, the leader is a human. He's a young man wearing leather armor … … There seems to be a strange thing following him. " The Roman described the strange thing in detail. Brando immediately said: "Conrad and the Angel of Earth. Strange, the two of them are together. Then who's the leader of the third group? The young Roman? "
Romaine nodded as her gaze fell upon the third group. She then described what she had seen to them.
"They're wearing long robes? Black with a few red stripes? "
"I can't see clearly, Brando."
Brando muttered: "It's the Dark Bishop of the Blackfire Church. I didn't expect there to be such a person. It seems like the one who cursed Scarlet was him. I don't know how high his rank is, but according to Redi, he shouldn't be higher than the mid-ranked. "
"Then, my lord, should we continue with the original plan?" Sanford asked.
That was a problem.
Brando's original plan was to get rid of the Angel of Earth, but now that the Angel of Earth was with Conrad, it would be a tough battle. Of course, the tough battle was secondary. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep the Angel of Earth here. If he let the Angel of Earth escape, it would be troublesome. It was not impossible. The Angel of Earth was at least a lvl 50 BOSS, which was equivalent to a lvl 65 normal monster. In other words, the Angel of Earth was at least 5 levels higher than the Silver Elves under him. With the Gold-ranked Conrad supporting them from the side, it wouldn't be easy to keep them here.
Luring the Angel of Earth would only work once. The Angel of Earth was not an idiot who would fall into the same trap repeatedly. That was why he had to get the most out of it this time.
Brando stroked his chin and felt a little troubled. What should he do? Killing the Lizardmen and the Dark Bishop didn't seem to affect him at all.
But wait, the Dark Bishop?
Another thought occurred to him at once -- What the devil! That was the Dark Bishop. What was a Dark Bishop? Wasn't that a Dark Elementalist? Brando almost wanted to hit himself on the head. He felt that he was really an idiot. He didn't realize that killing the Dark Bishop would give him a lot of Dark Elemental Crystals. Indeed, the Dark Bishop of the Disciples of the Black Flames was called a 'pauper' by the players in the game because he would not drop anything other than Dark Elemental Crystals when he died. Brando was influenced by his thoughts and forgot that the Dark Elemental Crystals were what he needed now.
Once he thought of this, the young man felt that his mind was suddenly opened up. Once the Dark Bishop was killed, the Blood of Gods in Scarlet would be temporarily suppressed because of the loss of control. Wouldn't that mean that he would have another powerful warrior in his hands?
So he immediately clapped his hands and replied, "No, let's start with the Dark Bishop first."
Everyone was stunned. They didn't understand why the young Lord's plan changed so suddenly.
But Brando patted the head of his Hunting Dragon and made it turn around. At the same time, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Sometimes there will be some changes in the plan. This is normal. Don't worry, this won't affect anything. Anyway, let's go back to the ambush location. I don't plan to fight with them here. "
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