After reading the entire letter, the smart ghost felt a chill behind him.
A devil king who can open the gates of hell and let troops come and go freely
Undoubtedly, this is extremely important information - in fact, he was puzzled by the unscathed fall of Xue Yingbao, but apart from confirming that the devil invaded the city from the north, the other rumors he heard It's totally diverse. Obviously, the civilians who saw the devil come with their own eyes have all died in that invasion.
Now he finally got the confirmation.
But what shocked him even more was that this Devil Monarch actually knew the rules of human beings. He not only knew how to deal with nobles, but also became the actual controller of Eternal Winter in a short period of time. by its behest. And the benefits promised by the other party are also quite rich, and it is definitely not something that the people of Greycastle can offer.
In addition, the description of the movements of the recruits in the letter is also very valuable. Although it cannot be equal to the distribution of the devil's forces, it can at least analyze where they have gone.
What is certain is that the person who wrote this letter is by no means a rat or a businessman.
The content of the entire piece of paper is coherent and the description is clear. It does not need to be transcribed, and it is difficult to simplify it. As long as it is sent completely, it is a critical piece of information. In terms of priority, it undoubtedly belongs to the highest level.
The problem is that the merchant team used to pass the information left Xue Yingbao only yesterday - in order to try not to attract attention, the black money only placed one person in the caravan, and it was still the driver. It is almost impossible for the team to turn back. , and wait until the next caravan departs a week later.
If you add the stop-and-go time on the road, the delivery time will only be longer.
The clever ghost hesitated for a long time, and finally stood up and put all the other papers on the table into the cabinet, except for the letter.
Next is the waterproof sealing wax treatment.
After finishing all this, he blew out the oil lamp, put the letter paper close to him, returned to the first floor, and gestured to the silent man.
"I'm going out of town myself. If there's an accident here, I'll light the kerosene downstairs."
Just when the smart ghost turned around and was about to go out, the silent man reached out and grabbed him, shook his head indistinctly, and then pointed to himself.
Let him stay, let him do the dangerous things...
The clever ghost laughed lightly, "It's just a letter, and you can come back in two or three days at most. You can't speak, and you don't know where the contact point is, so you can't help me with this."
It's just that there are no such complicated words in sign language, so he just made a gesture: "This is an order."
He took his hand and let go.
The clever ghost patted the other's chest and left the room without looking back.
Since the master asked him to fully assist Graycastle, it was the first priority to send this letter out as soon as possible. After all, according to the people of Graycastle, information was time-sensitive, and the later some news was delayed, the more variables there would be.
To this end, they also set up emergency contact points in villages more than ten miles away from the city, and equipped them with incredible animal messengers. It is said that news here can be sent to Dawn in just a few days.
And that village was the goal of his trip.
Leaving Xue Yingbao without permission is indeed risky, but it is still within the controllable range. In fact, every day, people escape from the north through various means, and even leave Eternal Winter—although the red mist above their heads and the bloody red moon have no real impact on people’s lives, the propaganda of Greycastle and the rumors of the devil have gradually Fermentation, no matter how the lord stopped it, could not completely dispel people's fear of this terrifying alien race.
The fugitives were undoubtedly his best cover.
The clever ghost knows that as long as they act alone, the possibility of being targeted by the flying devil is not high, and the guards on the main road are better to send off - the golden dragon is the rule of thumb in the human world after all.
The fact was not much different from what he expected.
When it was dawn the next morning, the clever ghost passed the south gate of Xueying Fort without any risk. In order to enjoy the few golden dragons in his pocket, the guard did not even alert the others, and quietly opened the small gate on the inner side of the city wall.
Once you have crossed the ice abyss, the next road will be unimpeded.
Whenever he saw a dark shadow in the sky, he would quickly dive into the snow, the white coat became a natural cover color, and those footprints in the sky did not look much different from those made by beasts.
By the afternoon, he could faintly see the smoke rising from the village.
Wiping the hoarfrost on his nose, the clever ghost couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Just like the way he received letters in the city, he didn't need to connect with the people of Greycastle, he just had to put the information at the appointed place and leave a secret code.
However, at this moment, the sound of hooves came from behind.
The clever ghost couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He looked back, and his heart sank slightly. Hell, why are there cavalry from Xueyingbao here
The people of Graycastle chose this village precisely because it was in a remote location, and it would be difficult to detect if one or two outsiders sneaked in. Usually, nobles would choose to block refugees near the main road, so there was no reason to come here.
The distance between the two quickly narrowed, and it was obvious that the other party also saw his figure, and it was impossible to hide again.
The clever ghost simply stopped, and put up a pleasing smile at the person who came - the other party had two rides in total, as long as he gave enough golden dragons, it should not be too embarrassing for him.
The cavalry stopped their horses in front of him and looked at him condescendingly, "Brother, I knew that these refugees would choose some remote roads, and we found one."
"Ah, good luck."
Sure enough... Is it a patrol to catch refugees
"Sir, please let me live!" The clever ghost pretended to be extremely frightened, and fell to his knees in the snow with a plop, holding the purse with both hands, revealing the striking golden dragon inside, "I really don't want to come to those hells. The devils stay in one place, they are all cannibalistic monsters! I am willing to give all my savings, please let me go!"
"Oh? You still have a lot of savings." The cavalry leaned over to take the purse with a smile in his tone.
"It's all yours now... Yes, yes, I still have relatives in Langxin, as long as you don't take me back, I will definitely find an opportunity to repay you in the future!"
"Get up."
The clever ghost secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Generally speaking, this step is basically a pass. Refugees who can save golden dragons are definitely in the minority, and even bringing "relatives from neighboring countries" will increase their credibility a lot - if there is no benefit to killing people, they are not willing to cause more troubles. After all, letting one or two escapees do nothing to them, there is no need to eliminate the possibility of repayment in the future.
But the other party didn't wave him to get out, but lifted his visor, "Look at me well."
I saw a striking scar on his cheek, as if it had been bitten by some beast, his entire ear was missing, and even half of his eyes became deformed and twisted.
And the rolled flesh showed that the injury had apparently just healed.
"Sir, you are..."
"I was injured by the firearm of the people of Greycastle." The cavalry said slowly, "At that time, everyone thought I was helpless, but I still survived. Until now, I can still feel the burning pain on my face, it reminds me I, who caused all of this—"
By the end, his voice had completely cooled down.
A strong sense of ominousness suddenly rose in the ghost's heart.
But before he could get away from him, another person who claimed to be his younger brother raised his hand and slapped his face with the whip.
I just felt that it was dark in front of me, and the clever ghost fell down with his face covered.
"That's right, it's you! If it wasn't for you damn fugitives, why would I have to fight with the people of Greycastle! What a battle of divine will, what a fate of mankind, it's just bullshit!" When he said this, the other party's voice It's close to roaring, "Don't worry, I won't take you back, and I won't kill you here - the only thing I want to do is to let you all taste my pain!"
Then he pulled the reins and stomped his horse on the smart ghost's legs.
"Crack-"
An indescribable pain rushed into the brain of the smart ghost instantly, and he screamed out subconsciously.
Then there's the second leg.
It wasn't until blood stained the snow and his legs turned into a blur of fleshy mud that the pursuers stopped the mount and trampled.
"Don't worry, you're not the first, and you won't be the last." The knight grinned grimly, "Now... you can run away as much as you like."
The clever ghost didn't notice when the two left.
He bit his lip hard, so that his scattered consciousness could barely concentrate.
The lower body has completely lost consciousness, and the ice and snow are taking away the temperature in his body little by little.
He touched the clothes on his chest, and the letter was still in its original position—from the point of view of the two of them, he was probably no different from a dead person.
Unexpectedly, there was no resentment towards the two of them in his mind, and there was no strong unwillingness in his mind. Under the alternating torture of stinging pain and cold, thinking was an extremely difficult thing, and the only remaining thoughts were. Under the arms of the information.
The clever ghost used his last strength and moved towards the agreed location.
When he climbed to the top of a hillside overlooking the village, the night was gradually shrouding the earth. The occasional flickering fire in the village seemed to be close at hand, but also as far away as the stars.
He didn't put the letter in the stash, because he himself was the last receptacle of intelligence.
When the darkness was about to engulf all things, the gracious face of the master Barih Lothar appeared in front of the smart ghost.
He closed his eyes and whispered softly.
"Father… "