As night fell, the two sheep broke away from the group and trotted all the way to the Northwest as though they did not know what fatigue was.
There were two people at the outpost, with one patrolling during the day and the other patrolling at night. Therefore, there were no blind spots in time.
However, who would care about two sheep in the wilderness?
As they passed through the night, they finally passed through the outermost line of defense at the outpost and arrived behind a hillside.
There, a man in a gray linen robe was already waiting for them.
He stood there quietly, his entire expression shrouded in his hood. It looked like he was meditating with his eyes closed.
The two sheep looked at him expectantly. Meanwhile, this gray-robed man opened his eyes, producing a white stone from his wide sleeves and holding it in his hand.
He muttered a strange chant, and the two sheep suddenly transformed into human forms that were crawling on the ground. They had black hair and yellow skin, and they looked no different from the Central Plains people.
"Tell me, what did you see?" The man in gray's deep and magnetic voice seemed to contain some sort of rhythm.
The two young men said, "We seemed to have seen an important person from Fortress 178. Although we don't know who he is, he has his own follower, and that follower is extremely strong."
"Why do you say that?" The man in gray said calmly, "Tell me in detail."
As he spoke, the man in gray held the stone tightly in his hand. That stone seemed to mean something to him.
The two people in front of him said, "That follower can walk with the boulder on his back, and that important person is sitting on it."
"A boulder?"
"A boulder that's about half the height of a person." The two followers looked at the stone in the warlock's hand in fear.
The warlock wondered, "Why is he carrying a boulder on his back?"
"I'm not sure, and we didn't dare to get too close. That follower seems to have a very keen sixth sense, and we were almost discovered just by looking at him for a while." The follower explained, "We're guessing that carrying the boulder on his back might be a way for that important person to punish him."
"That's possible," the wizard nodded. "But there are only two of them, so no matter how high their status is, it's not worth my time. Go back, and remember not to reveal any flaws."
In the end, the two servants hurriedly said, "Sir, we have been here for two years. It is not easy to see a special person walking out of the fortress. Please don't miss this opportunity. I can guarantee that you will find what you want!"
These two servants were quite pitiful. Not only had they been sent here as sheep for two years, they had also been shaved many times after mixing into the herdsmen's flock.
It would have been fine if he had only suffered humiliation, but there was also the risk of being slaughtered.
What are sheep used for? It was meant to be eaten …
Now that the Magus had asked them to go back and hide, how could they bear it?
The Magus seemed to have seen through their thoughts. He said with a half-smile, "When you came to me to become my apprentices, I wouldn't have agreed to it if it weren't for your diligence. An apprentice should have the awareness of an apprentice. It's too late to regret now."
The servant hurriedly said, "We have no intention of regretting. Sir, think about it. If we turn into sheep, we won't be able to enter the Barrier Alliance's territory at all. You also said that the thing you're looking for has appeared several hundred kilometers southeast of Fortress 178. Even if we turn into sheep, we won't be able to get there. Why don't you capture that important person and ask him? Maybe he will know? "
Another servant said, "And even if they don't know where the thing you're looking for is, that servant was born with great strength. If you take him in as a gladiator, I'm sure you'll be in the limelight at next year's event."
The Magus closed his eyes and pondered. Looking for something was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Actually, he did not have much hope.
But the matter of being a gladiator was very tempting to the Magus.
A servant born with great strength? As a physically fragile Magus, he needed such a close follower very much.
The Magus was silent for a long time before saying, "Go, help me find them. After you're done with this matter, I'll allow you to enter my Wizard Tower to study."
With that, the two young men in front of him turned back into sheep. Meanwhile, a purple eye lit up on the white stone in his hand before going out again.
The two sheep looked at each other and ran back in the direction of Fortress 178 under the morning sun.
…
Meanwhile, Ren Xiaosu and Zhang Jinglin had already woken up. They did not sleep in but started making breakfast for the two sentries at Outpost 7.
Zhang Jinglin skillfully put on his apron and sleeves. Meanwhile, Ren Xiaosu started cutting vegetables. However, there were not many types of vegetables at the outpost. There were only radishes and cabbages.
The two sentries stood outside the kitchen uneasily. "Commander, Young Marshal, why don't the two of us cook? Is it appropriate for us to let you guys do the cooking?"
The outpost had telephones, so they were notified yesterday afternoon that the commander and Young Marshal would be coming.
But they did not expect that the Young Marshal and the commander would actually want to make breakfast for them after waking up. This made them a little flustered.
Zhang Jinglin smiled and comforted them. "What's there to be nervous about? You guys are stationed here while the two of us stay comfortably in the fortress. It's not a big deal for us to cook for you guys. It's just that it's been hard on you guys. You can only eat radishes and cabbages in such a harsh environment. I feel really guilty about it."
When the sentries heard Zhang Jinglin say that, they hurriedly said, "No, no, it's good enough that fresh vegetables are delivered regularly. Let us cook instead!"
"Why? Are you worried that our cooking won't taste good?" Zhang Jinglin joked. "Don't worry, we're both very good at cooking."
Ren Xiaosu skillfully washed, plucked, and chopped the vegetables. Then, as though he was performing a magic trick, he took out a pig's hind leg right in front of the sentries and Zhang Jinglin.
Zhang Jinglin had long heard that Ren Xiaosu had such a miraculous ability, but this was the first time he was seeing it with his own eyes.
"Don't look at me like that." Ren Xiaosu said calmly, "Ever since I found out we were coming to the outpost, I've already prepared the pork. I even brought two pairs of thick socks for each of them as a gift."
Zhang Jinglin smiled. "That's right, Yunsu is your property, and you're now considered one of the richest people in the Northwest. But the problem is, why did you only give them two pairs of socks when you're so rich? Aren't you being too stingy?"
Ren Xiaosu rolled his eyes. "You're the Commander of the Northwest Army, yet you're still thinking about that bit of money of mine?"
During mealtime, the sentries were drinking porridge from their bowls. As they drank, their eyes turned red.
When they saw Ren Xiaosu and Zhang Jinglin looking at them, they hurriedly wiped away their tears. "Commander, we're fine. It's just that we're very touched that you guys came to visit us."
These sentries had all undergone the most rigorous training and had been stationed in the harshest environment for several years. But in reality, they were also just ordinary people. They also had times when they missed home and were vulnerable.
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