The sky darkened bit by bit. The sunset glow penetrated half of the sky. The thread-like cirrus clouds looked like they were on fire. They changed from a line of bright gold on the horizon to a purplish blue, then gradually turned into a dark blue, all the way to the easternmost part of the sky, turning into a gloomy shadow.
The clouds seemed to indicate that the weather would be good for the next few days. Nature had quieted down, and only the chirping of birds could be heard in the forest.
Scarlett stood alone beside him, her eyes reflecting a faint layer of twilight. She looked towards the direction of Mount Grahar, the 'root system' that extended from the Karanga Mountains to the north and surrounded the entire Firburh Barony. At the same time, it was also the easternmost edge of the Black Forest that lay beyond the borders of Aouine's southern civilization. Legend had it that this mountain was the source of the land's wealth. There were countless treasures buried beneath it, such as silver. In just a few days, Scarlet had heard rumors about this huge silver mine. Even though only a small part of it was in Tónigel, it was enough for Graudin to spend freely.
But this mountain, which was sacred and silent in the eyes of the locals, seemed to be hiding a huge beast in her eyes at this moment. Although the towering rocks exposed the crown of the trees reflected a golden light under the sun, the shadow of the forest hid a secret that no one knew.
The sawmill in the forest was like a round spot in the reddish-gold canopy during autumn. Looking down from the top of the mountain, it seemed that there were not many Subterrane Dwellers. But that was not the case. The Subterrane Dwellers from Jorgendy Ridge had hollowed out the entire mountain, and there were many tunnels and entrances under the rocks.
To enter the valley, it was difficult to avoid passing through these areas that were closely monitored by the Subterrane Dwellers.
Scarlet turned her head back. It had been a few hours since Brando confirmed the plan, but they did not move further than a few hundred feet along the valley. In fact, it was only under her constant urging that the young lord unwillingly moved his position.
But Brendel did not explain why he had been standing there motionless for a few hours, and often just answered with a faint smile.
"This guy."
The red-haired girl didn't show any reaction on the surface, but she turned around and lightly kicked the tangled roots of the black pine. Since the plan had been confirmed, what was she waiting for? Whether it's that 'to catch bandits, first catch the ringleader' or an assassination, how long do I have to wait?
She frowned, not liking the feeling of wasting time at all.
She turned around and saw the Subterrane Dwellers coming out of the forest one by one. This was the second batch. The first batch had already entered the forest. "Are they going to meet up with the others first, or are they going straight to the sawmill?"
There were thousands of Subterrane Dwellers in front of them. If they were to head straight for the sawmill, they would arrive earlier than expected. If that was the case, would the mercenaries be able to last until midnight?
She was very doubtful.
"I don't know." Brando's answer was concise and comprehensive.
Shi Feng truly had no idea. He wasn't a military genius, and he was only familiar with the habits of the Subterrane Dwellers. As for what the other party's decision would be, Shi Feng had no idea.
"Then my lord, the sun is about to set. Didn't you say that we would wait until evening?"
Brando was surprised. "Did I say that?"
"Of course, you said at that time …"
"Oh," Brando interrupted her. "That's because I saw that you were impatient, so I wanted you to relax."
The red-haired girl stared at him with her amber eyes. Even if she had a good temper, she couldn't help but reveal her white canine teeth.
"I'm sorry." Brando smiled.
Scarlet remained silent and turned around. After all, Brando was the lord, and she saw herself as his subordinate. Of course, a subordinate could not question the lord's will. So even if she had doubts, she could only keep them in her heart.
But Brando would explain his thoughts to his people most of the time, and today seemed a little strange to her.
But it wasn't that Brando didn't want to say it, it was that he couldn't. He smiled as he tapped The Shire of Rhodes' market in the space he created. 6 Wealth was transferred to all his resources. Since that night of squandering, his Wealth had risen to 98 points in the past three days.
But compared to what he had already spent, this recovery was like a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood.
"Do you plan to go down to the underground cave to find their chieftain?" He thought for a moment and answered. "The Subterrane Dwellers have probably dug out the entire mountain. If we go down there, we won't be able to find them for a year."
"But we can't just wait like this." Scarlet complained.
"Don't worry, this is just a small tribe. The chieftain of a tribe of about three thousand people is usually a witch doctor." Brando replied. "To deal with an official human wizard, he has to come personally."
"Then how long do we have to wait?"
"It depends on how cautious they are." Brando answered. "At the latest, it won't be more than a little after the moon rises."
"Can they hold off the Subterrane Dwellers for that long?" Scarlet couldn't help but ask.
"I believe in Amandina," Brando raised his head. "I've already given her the method. The rest will depend on whether the mercenaries are willing to stand with us. But if they can't, they have ways to protect themselves. But in reality, it doesn't matter whether they give up on the lumber mill or not. The outcome of this small conflict has already been decided in the battle this afternoon. "
"What do you mean?"
"Just wait and see." Brando smiled. "What I want is not as simple as victory."
… …
The moon quickly rose into the sky.
Under the night sky, the lumber mill was filled with the smell of silence. But this could not be hidden from the experienced mercenaries. When Jutta was patrolling the lumber mill, she had already sniffed out the unusual smell hidden in the wind.
[The Subterrane Dwellers' scouts have probably arrived.]
She frowned and raised her hand subconsciously. Her fingers dug into her fiery red hair behind her right ear and combed it back against the night wind that was gradually cooling down. She waved her left hand and called for a few mercenaries to scout the forest.
However, her actions had attracted the attention of the others in the camp. Cornelius, the leader of the Rose and Wine Mercenary Group, raised his head and glanced at her. He then turned his head back and continued to supervise his men as they dug a trench in the camp. It was not a trench, but a precautionary measure to prevent the Subterrane Dwellers from ambushing them from underground.
As for the tall and sturdy Captain Vern, he was also silent. He gestured for his men to climb up the wooden wall.
Amandina who was patrolling the camp heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the mercenaries' orderly and experienced actions. After inspecting the lumber mill, the noble daughter lifted her skirt and walked up the wooden wall with the company of her two Wild Elf sisters.
She first looked at Jutta who was standing under the moonlight.
"Did you find anything?" Amandina asked.
Jutta turned her head and saw that it was Amandina. She did not seem surprised, but she did not seem to be interested either. "There are things in the forest. Perhaps they are Subterrane Dwellers or other beasts. I've already sent people to check it out."
"Subterrane Dwellers?" Amandina was slightly surprised, but she did not show it on her face. "They came so quickly?"
"Perhaps." Amandina emphasized.
"What if they did?" Amandina took a light breath and calmed herself down. "Does this mean that the Subterrane Dwellers are moving quickly, Commander Jutta? Also, can you determine their reaction speed? And the coordination between the armies? " Amandina was knowledgeable, but after following Brando for a period of time, she felt that the knowledge she learned was shallow. In front of these experienced mercenaries, experience and knowledge were often beneficial. She looked at Jutta and asked humbly.
Jutta also looked at her. For the first time, she felt that this little girl was not as annoying as she thought. Even though she was a little more thoughtful at a young age, she had seen many descendants of the so-called nobles, so she didn't find it strange that she accepted them.
"The battlefield is ever-changing, and there is rarely any definite information." Amandina shook her head, her red hair swaying like a flame. "It could be a Subterrane Dweller that was left behind to monitor us, or it could be a scout that came from behind. If it is the former, it means that the other party is very skilled in battle. If it is possible, I do not want to be entangled with such a person. But if it is the latter, it means that the other party's overall reaction speed and coordination are superior. If this is the case, then the next few days will be very difficult …"
"And at least it means," Jutta added, "that the scout was able to cross the forest in such a short period of time. His individual strength is not ordinary."
"Which do you think it is, Commander Jutta?"
"Based on experience," Amandina replied, "I am more inclined towards the latter."
"Experience?"
"Experience is very important, Miss Amandina, especially when you're unsure of something. Experience is like an intuition, and it's more reliable than your knowledge." Jana licked her lips as she looked ahead. A flock of birds was startled in the forest, indicating that the mercenaries and the Subterrane Dwellers had fought and were chasing them away. Amandina narrowed her eyes: "It seems that my guess was not wrong. Your lord is not an ordinary person."
"What?" Amandina looked back in surprise.
"If the scout is here at this time, it means that the main force is near." Jutta replied: "But in terms of time, the attack will be delayed. The real intense battle will last until the second half of the night. That little guy … Oh, I'm sorry! My lord seems to be quite familiar with these Subterrane Dwellers. "
"He knows more than that." Amandina looked at the moon and replied faintly.
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