Including Sui Xiong, no good god wants to see the God of Knights suffer, even the orc gods who are hostile to him.
No, even the orc gods least want him to weaken, be downgraded, or even die.
After all... As an enemy, the God of Knights is a very upright, well-behaved, moral and tolerant enemy. In contrast, the Lord of Glory is ruthless and ruthless, unscrupulous in doing things, and has no lower limit. Being an enemy to Him is actually much more dangerous and difficult than being an enemy to the God of Knights.
However, ideals and reality are always two different things.
Leon, who received the news from Sui Xiong, hid a deep sigh in his heart, disguised himself as a young thief who took risks in order to get ahead, and came to the military camp in the north of Eagle Wing City.
The scout battalion is located at the northernmost end of the main camp and is the vanguard of the entire army. They have excellent logistical supply and treatment status because they bear the most dangerous and arduous work.
Before a big battle, a scout war must first break out. Those warriors who are selected from a hundred warriors fight as teams or even individuals within a range of dozens or hundreds of miles, trying to suppress the other side's scouts and collect any valuable intelligence. Often after a big battle, even if the victorious side loses more than 30% of the scout battalion's battle damage, the losing side may even lose the entire scout battalion.
Although reconnaissance work can be completed by magic or the air force, regardless of whether it is magic or the air force, the information that can be obtained is relatively vague and cannot be very detailed or accurate. Therefore, even if most generals detest the scout war, which involves killing precious elites like crazy, they still have no choice in pursuit of victory.
When Leon arrived, the last batch of scouts had just set off, and the scout camp was a little empty. Apart from the chief officer in charge of reorganization, there were only the logistics officers who were sorting out suicide notes and the like, and they were still busy. .
The high risk of the scout camp makes almost every scout leave a suicide note before going into battle. Some people will say goodbye to their relatives and friends, some will arrange their own affairs, and some will tell some secrets that have been hidden for many years. These suicide notes will not be opened for the time being, and are sealed in boxes using magic. Each box is specially locked. Only when the owner of the suicide note dies, the magic will become invalid. At that time, the logistics officers will take out the suicide note, compare the contents of the suicide note, and fulfill the last wishes of the war dead.
Generally speaking, this is a privilege that only nobles can enjoy. Among ordinary soldiers, only the scout battalion can enjoy this treatment.
"How many boxes were opened today?" The person responsible for sorting out this information was a veteran with almost white hair. He only had one arm and a terrible scar on his face. He also limped when he walked. At first glance, he looked like he was from A tough guy struggling to crawl back in front of death.
Coincidentally, Leon knew him.
This guy's name is Star Elif, a member of Count Elif's family. During the last orc invasion, he was a member of the scout battalion. He fought bloody battles on the battlefield and was seriously injured. Although he was later found from the pile of dead people and saved his life with powerful healing spells, his broken arm could no longer be cured - what cut off his arm was a terrifying cursed weapon. Until that weapon purifies it, even advanced restoration techniques cannot make his broken arm grow back.
Star is a typical soldier. As long as there are battles to fight and orcs to kill, he doesn't care who leads him. Leon remembered that his grandfather once commented on this man, saying that he was born in the year of the dog and was good at guarding the door. But he is not a gatekeeper for Igor's family, nor for the Eagle Kingdom. He is only a gatekeeper for humans.
Time flies, and the ferocious one-armed war maniac back then has now grown old, so old that he can no longer go to the battlefield and can only manage some logistics work.
Leon sighed secretly in his heart, went up to say hello, and asked where he should report.
Old Star looked at his paperwork, nodded, and pointed to the martial arts training ground in the distance with his remaining arm: "Go over there and find little Eric. He will be responsible for reviewing your strength, and Use magic to identify whether you are reliable."
"Has the review been completed?" Leon asked.
"He will tell you what to do when the time comes. I'm very busy here." Lao Sta said gruffly, with a somewhat sad expression, "I still need to count how many great guys died today..."
Leon was silent for a moment, saluted him, and walked towards the martial arts training ground.
Watching his retreating figure, Lao Sta frowned slightly and said to himself: "This man... always feels a bit familiar... Have I seen him somewhere?"
As an elite scout, although Lao Sta is getting older, his skills have deteriorated, and he is no longer able to fight with others, his eyesight is still there and his memory is still good. He dare not boast of his photographic memory, but as long as he has met and spoken to people, he can have some impressions.
Where have you seen that new scout turning around and leaving
The old scout pondered for a while, but after all he couldn't find the exact answer from the depths of his memory, so he had to sigh deeply.
"Oh! I'm really old! I'm useless..."
This really can't be blamed on him. Leon's identity and appearance at the moment make it really difficult to connect him with some noble figures. So although his back is very similar to his father, the former king who was assassinated by his brother not long after he ascended the throne, who would connect these two people together
Leon didn't know that his true identity was almost revealed, so he quickly came to the martial arts training ground. In the martial arts training ground, many newly recruited scouts are training at the moment, and many elderly veterans are teaching them the skills needed on the battlefield, trying to increase their chances of surviving and winning.
"Your name is Lean. You come from the four northwest towns near Rye Town. Are you a thief?" Count Eric, the chief officer of the scout camp, carefully read his document, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Old Rhodes, how have you been lately?" How is your health?"
"Mr. Rhodes has almost retired now. I haven't been to Masked Void Amusement Park during this period, so I really don't know his situation." Leon replied, "But... at least he was still quite energetic during the last Autumn Harvest Festival. .”
Earl Eric nodded and asked again: "I remember that the Lord of Radiance Church in Rye Town has been working hard to purify a lich. Has the purification been completed?"
"The purification was not completed on the day I set out, but it is said that it should be within the next few days." Leon replied, "I spent some time on the road, I guess it has been purified, or maybe it will take another day or two?"
Earl Eric nodded again, and then asked about the situation of the four northwest towns, especially Rye Town. Finally, he took out a blue crystal, looked at the color of the crystal, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Very good, you didn't lie." He said, "Then let's do a simple strength test."
He pointed to a human-shaped target in the distance and said: "Now, run over as fast as you can, attack that target - just like attacking a person, and then run back."
Leon looked at the target and asked, "Just attack it?"
"That's right." Viscount Eric said, "You'd better hurry up. The faster you finish, the higher your evaluation will be."
So Leon took off the folding short bow hanging on his waist with his backhand, and with a twist, he combined the three pieces of metal into a bow arm. Then he took out the bowstring and hung it up, and took out an arrow from his leggings and put it on without using it. Take special aim, draw the bow and nock the arrow, and hit the target with one arrow, right at the throat.
"Is this speed okay?" he asked.
Viscount Eric was stunned. After a few seconds, he couldn't help laughing and applauding: "Amazing! Amazing! Your skills are simply not like that of a thief!"
As he was speaking, he suddenly froze - he saw the figure of "Lien" so close to him suddenly slowly turned gray, then disappeared into the shadow of the tent next to him, and disappeared without a trace.
"Sir, I am actually very good at sneaking." In just a moment, the voice came from behind him, "In addition, the arrow just shot had a lot of luck. If I do it again, I can't guarantee that I can still make another arrow. Shot in the throat."
Viscount Eric was stunned again, this time for a longer time, and a few goosebumps appeared faintly on his back.
If the sharp shot that could pierce the Yangtze with a hundred steps had only impressed him, now the ability to sneak in front of someone and get behind him in the blink of an eye made him feel a little scared.
"Are you... really a thief, not an assassin?" He couldn't help but ask, "Sneaking, sniping... no matter how you look at it, you look like an assassin!"
"Since Mr. Rhodes presided over the thieves guilds in the four northwest towns, the thieves in the four towns have stopped doing the assassin business." Leon replied, "I respect Mr. Rhodes very much and will abide by the rules he set. However, , if it is on the battlefield, I will also be happy to perform the mission of an assassin."
Viscount Eric suddenly understood and thought he understood the origin of this Lien: "Old Rhodes, I think he is very capable and has good vision, but he is too polite and kind-hearted all the time. He will not use force if he can." ...I admit that he is a good money-maker and has a good way of managing people. He has indeed made the four northwest town thieves guilds bigger and stronger in recent years. But, a talent like you is buried in identifying thefts and tracking all day long. It’s such a pity among such small things!”
Leon smiled and did not answer.
Although his great strength makes the lie detector crystal ineffective against him, as the saying goes, too much lies lead to lies. It is better to tell less lies.
"Excellent combat ability, excellent stealth ability, and the rest is reconnaissance ability..." Viscount Eric thought for a while and said, "As you walked along just now, did you notice how many tents there are in the scout camp? In addition, along the way, Is there any information worth mentioning?"
Leon recalled briefly and told the number of tents, all of which were accurate. As for the information that is particularly worth mentioning... He thought for a while and told the number of people killed in the scout camp today that he heard when he left Laosta just now.
Viscount Eric nodded repeatedly, finally picked up the pen, signed the document, and made comments.
There is no doubt that all three abilities required by a scout are excellent.