Leon lived well in the next few days. He quietly visited a few acquaintances who had not been affected by the original coup and purge. Although things had changed, everyone still welcomed his visit. Of course, it is inevitable that there will be people who want to report to the king behind the scenes. However, how can such little tricks deceive a strong man at the peak of the legend? Leon did not kill them, but only used a forgetting spell each to make them forget to meet him. Live your own business.
Of course, he is not a professional legendary mage after all. If he is not so proficient in using the forgetting technique, it may cause sequelae such as headaches, low memory, or forget too many things, but these sequelae are only short-term. Forgetting Nothing necessarily hurts at all. All in all, these are small things compared to wanting to betray him. Presumably, even if those people knew the cause and effect, they would still choose the latter between slashing and forgetting.
A few days later, the new batch of soldiers from the scout battalion were finally recruited and equipped with equipment, and then they set off under the leadership of Leon.
Coincidentally, the day they left the city was the day when Baron Keen finally reorganized the army and set off for the capital.
Before setting off, Creek presided over what was perhaps the last major event in his hands for the Keene family.
Watching the two flags of the Principality of Thunder and Baron Keen fall from the castle flagpole, and then the jellyfish flag of the Church of the Mask of the Void was raised, followed by the previous two flags, but both were below the jellyfish flag, Ma was spying on the hotel balcony. Qi suddenly became furious and broke a large section of the balcony railing with one palm.
However, she was so angry that she didn't dare to do anything else.
Mask of the Void has a vicious reputation. This god has super strong combat power and is not restricted by the priesthood. Although he does things erratically, his wisdom and force are both top-notch among the gods. Maggie, as a senior priest of the Church of the Noble God, It is very clear that His Majesty cannot offend this fierce god. If she really takes the risk of angering Mask of the Void and kills Anna Keen who has clearly taken refuge in this god, I am afraid that Her Majesty will not wait for Mask of the Void to take action. They would first beat her half to death, then tie her up with wrapping paper and send her over to make amends.
It is true that the God of Nobles is a relatively important member of the human pantheon, and he is backed by a big tree. But Mask of the Void dared to bombard even the Lord of Mysteries, and it also caused the Lord of Mysteries to suffer a big loss. Although the human pantheon was powerful, it could not deter Him at all. Apart from anything else, what if He also bombards the "Land of Glory" where the human gods live
The God of Nobles will never take this risk!
Thinking of this, her heart couldn't help but be filled with a sense of powerlessness and frustration, and endless anger arose. If her long-term training and upbringing hadn't allowed her to suppress her anger, she would have roared right then.
"It seems like it won't work." The female mage with whom she had a good friendship looked at the jellyfish flag floating in the air and sighed deeply, "Let's close the team, we can't afford to offend that person."
Maggie gritted her teeth and her body trembled slightly, but she couldn't say anything like "keep going".
After a while, she finally calmed down and waved her hand feebly: "Close the team and let's go. There's no point in staying here..."
The group of people came with great momentum, but left in dejection, without even seeing Crick.
Soon, Crick, who was on his way with his army, received the news and couldn't help laughing.
This is the only good news today... I hope Anna can study hard and become a good lord.
This is all that I can do for her.
After he finished laughing, he thought about his expedition again.
There is no doubt that this expedition will definitely lead to a narrow escape from death. To exaggerate, it is simply a narrow escape from death. Outside there is a pervertedly powerful orc army, inside there is His Majesty the Grand Duke who wants to stab him, and his comrades are a group of rigid knights with no brains. As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of opponents who are like gods, you should be afraid of teammates who are like pigs. But if your opponents are like gods, your teammates are like pigs, and the big boss behind you wants you to die, then if you can still survive, then you He is probably not an ordinary time traveler, but the protagonist of a certain time traveling novel.
"If you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem impossible: First of all, Creek is more handsome than me, so he brought his own plastic surgery; secondly, he brought his own language, his own system, and a few die-hard subordinates, so he can go there when he is short of money. The casino has made enough money... I do seem to have the demeanor of the protagonist of a cool novel... "
He talked to himself, raised his hand to touch the beard that had grown slightly on his chin during this period, and his mood couldn't help but feel a little better.
"If I were really the protagonist of a novel, I would definitely not die in a place like this. On the contrary, I would definitely be able to seize the opportunity to earn a lot of credit and reputation. Maybe after one battle, my experience points would be enough to rise to the legendary level. That’s it…”
"No, it could be that I was seriously injured and escaped during the battle, and then found the secret book and elixir left by a certain senior master in a secret cave. After ten years of hard training, I achieved great success and became invincible when I came out of the cave. No matter what the enemy is, he can suppress it fiercely, and finally marry Bai Fumei and become CEO and reach the pinnacle of life... "
"It's also possible that my body actually hides the blood of the noble Lord of Light and Darkness. It will burst out at the moment of life and death, and then directly transform into the Great Demon King of Destruction or the Angel of Dawn, holding a sickle or a holy sword, killing all the way. Kill it, no matter whether it is red bean paste or mung bean paste, kill it until the sky is dark and the sun and the moon are dim, and finally create a bright and prosperous world... "
"Well, maybe my system also has another secret. At a critical moment, I finally accumulated enough experience points, and the system was suddenly upgraded, with task assistance and ability improvement. So with the help of the system, my strength increased by leaps and bounds, and I became invincible in the world. , and then hit higher realms all the way until becoming a god... "
"Or maybe I just died in the battle, and then found out that after death, not only did I not completely fall into the street, but I was reborn into Creek's boyhood. The rebirth plus system seems to be a very popular genre, but the gold finger is so wide. , the story seems difficult to grasp..."
He conceived several possibilities in one breath, and for each one he could find several famous works to compare with. He suddenly felt that the sky was high and the future was bright. The sky was bright, the water was bright, the wind was bright, and his heart was bright. It's also brighter.
The only problem is... He himself knows that this is all just a fantasy.
If I were really the protagonist of some cool novel, how come I hadn't hooked up with a single woman except the maid Amy Wei after traveling a few months to now? Even Amy Wei has not yet reached the final stage of development.
Will the protagonist of Shuangwen be like this? Obviously not!
Not only that, the protagonists of all cool novels either suffered a lot before time travel, were incompetent and fat, or were some kind of military king or martial arts master. After time travel, they either rely on the knowledge on the earth to cultivate technology trees and produce muskets, or Come to the Chinese magical power to show off your power in another world, or accumulate enough magical power just by eating sweet potatoes... Look at yourself, before time travel, I was a clerk, not rich but definitely not poor. In my spare time, I was an online painter, quite He has a little fame and a good social status; he is an art student and basically knows nothing about science and technology. He has only heard of a name for martial arts and so on. If he wants to get a golden finger, he has nowhere to start.
Can such a person be the protagonist of a cool novel
Only if you can, there will be ghosts!
He shook his head and couldn't help but smile.
"Forget it, let's take a step and take a look. In any case, the ants are still alive. I'll just stand in hell and look up to heaven... I don't know if this is of any use..."
Creek murmured, riding the docile horse, surrounded by knights and soldiers, slowly moving forward along the avenue.
He had no idea whether what lay ahead was heaven or hell. All you can do is work harder.
They walked about forty miles that day, and they were marching at a good speed. When the sun was about to set, we successfully found a place to camp and prepared to have a good rest before continuing our journey the next day.
There are still about fifteen days until December 1st. There is generally no rain or snow in the Thunder Principality this season, so there should be enough time.
On the other side, Leon led the recruits of the scout camp, riding horses that were hybrids of Warcraft, and traveled almost a hundred miles in one day. At this rate, it will only take about ten days to reach the front line.
They were not as particular as Creek and others when camping at night. Everyone who could be selected as a scout was a master of wilderness survival. There was no need for them to have things like tents, so they just found an open place. , cleaned the ground, lit a bonfire, ate some hot food, took out blankets to wrap their bodies, and fell asleep one after another.
According to the rules of the army, the general does not need to keep vigil. But since Leon knew that someone was coming to cause trouble for him, how could he sleep peacefully? As a strong man at the peak of the legend, he would have no problem even if he didn't sleep for a month or two. In this case, of course he wouldn't sleep.
In order to respect the rules of the army, he did not insist on attending the vigil. However, although he was wrapped in a blanket and lying next to the bonfire, he did not fall asleep at all. On the contrary, he was ready to fight at any time.
As the night progressed, the soldiers on guard changed into different groups—according to tradition, there were two groups for vigil in summer and three groups in winter, but the enemy never came.
According to the speed of the opponent's movement that he sensed at the beginning, Leon was sure that the opponent should have arrived near Eagle Wing City, but he just didn't know when the opponent was going to take action.
Orcs tend to have more advantages at night, so the possibility of attacking at night is greatest. However, a group of thieves or rangers on our side are also good at night fighting, so... maybe the opponent will do the opposite and come during the day
He thought about it secretly, but from the outside, he looked like he was asleep, and even his breathing was like that of an ordinary sleeping master, smooth and long.
Shortly after the soldiers on guard were transferred to the last shift, Leon, who was "sleeping", suddenly felt something in his heart and felt a vague aura.
The breath approached slowly from the trees in the distance. It was very fast, but extremely subtle. It didn't make even a single sound, whether it was the sound of running wind, the sound of grass blades breaking under the feet on the ground, or the sound of clothes rubbing against each other. None.
Even the sound of heartbeat and breathing could not be heard at all.
If Leon wasn't strong enough, he might have lost his life before he felt anything.
The owner of that aura obviously already knew the situation of this scouting force. Without any hesitation, he rushed straight towards Leon. Before he could reach him, Leon felt a sharp murderous intention, like a needle prick.
If he really fell asleep, he would probably be awakened by the murderous intention, but at the same time he must have been stabbed.
However, not only did he not fall asleep, he was already prepared.
With a flash of sword light, Leon jumped up and swung his sword to knock away a poison needle that was shot. His figure whizzed out like an arrow from the string and rushed towards an open space that seemed to be empty at first glance.
"Orc Assassin, take my sword!"