Dane's actual thoughts about Delina's refuge were exactly the same as the attitude he expressed to Delina. Facing this woman, Dane didn't say anything false. If Pure Sword wants to take refuge here, it is necessary to accept complete command and complete control, and there is no room for discussion.
No matter what kind of feelings she has for Dane, or what kind of emotions Dane has for her, Dane will never let go of such a matter of great concern for any reason.
He had already placed all the conditions in front of that woman. As for the final result, it depended on Delina's own choice. All in all, Dane would not back down in any way.
After saying goodbye to Delina, Dane didn't do much else, and soon he returned to his residence.
Dane's camp, like the rest of the Crusade, was full of noise. Even those elves who are quiet by nature showed a rare joy after winning a war. Elf rangers, elf sword dancers, and horror mercenaries are also having fun around the bonfire. Among them, a few guys who were closer to Dane saw him passing by and wanted to pull him together.
Dane, who just escaped from Morno, doesn't have the energy and interest to mess around with them? After driving these guys away with a grimace, he returned to his tent in the camp.
In the tent, a figure of Miaoman was already waiting for him inside.
Patience, who had changed into her normal pajamas, saw Dane coming in, and said "Hi, Lord Lord", and crawled close to Dane consciously, helping him undress and take off his clothes.
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Dane opened his eyes, got up and opened a corner of the tent, and looked at it. It was still early in the sky outside, and it looked like it was about to light up. He patted Patience's bottom, which was still wrapped in the blanket, to wake her up.
"My lord." Patience opened her eyes and said hello.
"Yeah." Dane nodded and said, "You go out first."
"it is good."
Watching Patience leave the tent after she was dressed,
After Patience left, Dane opened the game interface of Dynasty Heart. After the battle last night, during the carnival all night, he hadn't had time to check the specific situation yet.
Sure enough, in the system mailbox, Dane saw a new battle report message.
"The name of the campaign: The Dragon Hunting Clan Orc Annihilation Battle."
"Location: Orodic Continent, Central Mountain Range, southwest of Eastern Wasteland."
"Time: January 5, 217 in the new Caesar calendar, night."
"Enemies: Orc tribe in the Eastern Wasteland, Dragon Hunter orc clan."
"Allied Forces: Morno Warlord Group, Smir Mercenary Group, Pure Sword Mercenary Group."
"Battle goal: Annihilate the Hunting Dragon Clan."
"Battle evaluation: complete the battle goal, the damage to one's own side is relatively light, and the role played in the battle is relatively weak. Comprehensive evaluation: C-level, and the war points obtained: 100 points."
"Battle details: a little."
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Looking at this battle report, especially the 'C' rating at the end of the battle report, and the 100 war points, Dane felt a little bit pained. In fact, this result was already in his expectation.
In this annihilation battle against the Hunting Dragon Clan, the role he and his troops played was not as crucial as it was when they wiped out those earth element clusters last time. It's not bad to get a C-level evaluation. What he is most worried about is that this stingy system may not even take this battle into account, and it will be a real blood loss.
Fortunately, it was calculated, and he also got 100 war points, which even exceeded Dane's expectation. Obviously, in the system assessment, the scale of the battle in which the Dragon Hunter clan with a population of more than a thousand was wiped out was much larger than that of the Earth Elemental War, so that Dane failed to obtain high In the case of extra evaluation, he also got war points almost comparable to that of the earth element.
Of course, it's not that he can't strive for a higher campaign rating. As long as, during the battle, he fights more resolutely and devotes his forces more thoroughly, he is fully capable of obtaining a higher rating. But if he did that, the casualties of his soldiers would not be as simple as the death of a dozen or twenty cannon fodder and the death of three or five sword dancers. In a battle that was bound to be easily won, he would only do it for a little war points when he was full.
After closing the electronic battle report in front of him, Dane let out a long sigh of relief. The collection speed of this war point does not seem to be slow, and the goal of 500 points required to climb the second floor of the Empire Tower is almost half achieved now. Next, on the eastern wasteland, there will inevitably be a lot of battles. Based on the average war point gain of about 100 points in one battle, it is estimated that two or three more battles will be enough.
He is full of ambition, and he is more and more looking forward to the war module that will be released soon.
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The carnival after a victory lasted the whole night, so, in the early morning of this morning, except for a small number of guards and patrols who were still loyal to their duties, most of the soldiers of the Eastern Expeditionary Army were still sleeping. In this state, it is of course impossible for the army to set off immediately—in fact, not only the soldiers, but many officers, even General Morno himself, have no intention of setting off at this time. Their heads are also drowsy from alcohol infection.
Dane, who had nothing to do, was planning to find an open space to practice swordsmanship, but two visitors interrupted his plan.
The one brought by Cecilia herself was the leader of the dragon people, Barocliffe, and a gorgeous woman with a moustache, long hair, and green and gold rims was walking beside Barocliffe. A middle-aged elf man in a long robe.
It stands to reason that as a powerful leader of the thirteenth-level dragon, with his master behind him, Barocliff, backed by the green dragon Ignir, should be able to walk sideways in the entire Broken Dragon Peak area. guy. However, this time, he followed the middle-aged elf humbly, as if he was a servant.
"My lord, these two guests want to see you." Cecilia said plainly, but her eyes seemed to want to convey some message to Dane.
Dane noticed Cecilia's gaze, and coupled with Baroccliff's current attitude, he had a basic guess about the identity of the serious-looking middle-aged elf in front of him—and, He felt that his guess was indistinguishable.
"Hi, why are you here?" Dane's attitude was quite respectful.