In the night, a silent team was approaching the Cecil camp under the cover of darkness.
This team wears light leather armor that is easy to move, and all the equipment they carry are also painted black. They are agile, and they can walk on the road in the wilderness full of gravel and potholes.
It was a dark, starless night, but their actions were still unaffected by the darkness.
This is an army formed by extraordinary people, they are the precious elite force of Rock Fortress.
The dignified nobles often disdain sneak attacks when they are engaged in war. The warring parties agree on the time and place with each other. After the rules of war are broken, experienced veterans will not be ignorant of what to do. What to do or what to do.
A cloud of erratic shadows flitted across the overgrown ground and gathered beside a boulder, while other transcendents wearing nocturnal camouflage also came to this figure within a few breaths. The stalker captain who emerged from the shadows lowered his voice and whispered to his team members: "We are coming soon, be vigilant, and we will give priority to destroying the magic devices on those cars later."
The supernatural beings who performed the sneak attack secretly touched the small bag with them. There were magic scrolls in the package. The explosion they made was enough to destroy the magic devices of the Cecils. These scrolls are extremely valuable strategic resources of Rock Fortress. They are all made by experienced magicians with a lot of painstaking efforts, and the task of these people is to ensure that these precious scrolls can be used in the most appropriate place.
After a short rest, these raiders set off again, and the most powerful shadow power in the night came from all directions, hiding their figures one by one in the dark depths, and their figures disappeared in the vast wasteland soon. All that remained were the streaks of darkness that swiftly shuttled among the grass.
In a place quite far away from them, in a dense grass, a faint red light was flashing.
A steel ranger wearing light body armor looked back from a distance, the red shimmer of the tactical eyepiece flashed on his helmet, he lowered his voice, and whispered to the squad commander beside him: "Captain, Found another team, this team should belong to us, right?"
The tactical eyepiece with the effect of "detection distortion" is enough to detect the traces of most stalkers, even in this deep, starless night, those sneak raiders who dare to move quickly on the open plain relying on their extraordinary abilities are also invincible. hidden.
"This team belongs to us, but don't act rashly, those idiots are about to enter the minefield," the Iron Ranger squad leader said in a low voice, "Brothers have spent so much effort to bury the mines for a whole day, at least one time must be blown up." Two."
"Hey, okay."
"Prepare for the explosive shooting first, and then hit the enemy when they mess up."
The warriors of the Iron Rangers acted in the dark, while in front, the raiders from the Rock Fortress were still moving quickly towards their target.
A series of swift black shadows shuttled among the gravel and weeds, as unrestrained and natural as the ubiquitous night wind. Captain Stalker enjoyed this feeling of walking recklessly in the dark, especially in this night wind. High for nights to kill.
The thick darkness is his armor, and the silent blade is most suitable for cutting the throats of those lambs waiting to be slaughtered. He likes this kind of job of controlling other people's lives and deaths in the dark. , is an intoxicating pleasure.
I heard that the sky fire explosion of those Cecilians was so terrifying that it even caused the coalition army composed of more than forty noble families in the southern border to flee, but it is this kind of task that can bring enough sense of accomplishment: no matter how powerful magic props are, there are their own. Weaknesses, what stalkers are good at doing is to insert knives into these weaknesses.
A gust of cool night wind blew away some of the mist on the wasteland. Taking advantage of the cover of darkness, the stealth captain and his team members stepped lightly on a piece of gravel. The moment the footsteps landed, a A strange "click" sound suddenly reached his ears.
A stalker stopped in confusion, he felt something wrong with the soles of his feet: "I seem to have stepped on something..."
As the stalker spoke, he raised his feet, wanting to see what was under his feet.
Then he found that what he stepped on was a group of flames that exploded rapidly.
A loud "bang" broke the silence of the night, and the stalkers who stepped on the landmines flew into the sky in many batches, and at the moment of the explosion, the stalkers who reacted the fastest suddenly burst into their minds. The same word: Trap!
The speed of the most powerful ability of the stalker class was fully activated at this moment. The members of this team began to disperse in all directions when their partners went to the sky. A series of shrapnel and gravel were scattered in the explosion, and a series of screams sounded one after another in an instant, and half of the people in the team were affected by the explosion on the spot.
After all, Captain Stalker was stronger. He relied on the crisis instinct cultivated over the years to leave the range of the explosion one step earlier than the others. However, the loud noise and flash still made him dizzy. During this fatal short-term dizziness, he Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw one figure after another appearing in the grass in the distance.
The combat instinct cultivated over the years allowed this middle-level Rogue to forcibly resist the dizziness of his head, and immediately pulled out the short sword he was wearing, and his figure became blurred in the next second.
Under no circumstances should a stalker be fully exposed to the enemy. Only by hiding his body can he be invincible in combat. A word that his mentor said to him when he just became an extraordinary person flashed through his mind, At the same time, he stared sharply at the figures of the ambushers emerging from the grass, waiting to see who would be the first to rush forward.
He is still very confident in his close combat ability.
However, the first ones to rush to him were not those ambushes, but a powerful explosive shot! !
Accompanied by a series of slight beeps of mechanical impacts, sharp bangs came from a distance, and one after another strange things wrapped in light blue magic light clusters emerged from the strange weapons carried on the shoulders of those "grass lurkers". It flew out, and after a quick and short trajectory in the air, it landed at the feet of the stalkers one after another, followed by a series of shocking explosions.
There are many unique types of extraordinary people in this world. As the "sharp warriors" of various forces, they have different fighting styles.
Rangers are good at fighting in the jungle. The rogue troops have powerful magic power. The Royal Shadow Guards will jump out of stealth and perform whirlwind attacks. The Iron Rangers from Cecilland...
They will squat in the grass, waiting to suddenly jump out and slap you in the face! p! g!
Then run away.
In the deep, dark, starless wilderness, one after another explosions sounded near Cecil's camp, breaking the originally peaceful night. In the center of Cecil's camp, Knight Philip was quietly listening to the sound coming from afar. Explosion sound.
Sure enough, the nobles in the Rock Fortress took advantage of the night to attack.
The nobles may be dull, but they are by no means stupid. After being chased and beaten by the Cecils in the southern border for nearly half a month, they can at least sum up some experience of being beaten. Therefore, if you want to fight against the magic weapon of the Cecilians, destroying it before it enters the firing state is the only solution. In front of the cannon, any behavior that is obsessed with the traditional aristocratic rules of war is tantamount to suicide.
Young Philip Knight sighed slightly.
The classical aristocratic wars are gone forever. Those nobles learn to fight or abandon "decency" faster than he imagined. Just as the lord said, the romantic and inefficient aristocratic wars will eventually die out. , when the new era comes, war will inevitably return to its most primitive and pure state.
A low humming sound suddenly came from the side, interrupting Knight Philip's thoughts. He raised his head and saw the magic device placed in the center of the camp that occupied a small half of the table was making noises and flashes. He immediately stepped forward and manipulated the rune trigger on the base of the magic device with a little unfamiliarity.
The device was activated, and the big bearded face of Knight Byron was projected in mid-air, along with the other party's loud voice with a slightly disturbing noise: "Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Damn... this thing is That's how it works..."
"I can hear you, I can hear you, stop yelling, you don't need to be so loud!" Philip quickly replied after a short trance. Although he had tried to use it several times, this new communication device still made him feel marvel.
It is also Philip's task to use the new communication device on the battlefield and test its value on the battlefield. For this reason, the convoy attacking Rock Fortress also specially brought a team of magicians and a large number of magic net units, magic Functional obelisk components, so that the magic field can be laid to the place where the army can reach.
Because Earl Hossman died early, the efficiency of the southern nobles in establishing the magic net was not high, and the coverage of the magic net in the northern region was not yet seamlessly connected. In the wilderness and villages, technicians were needed. They continue to set up relay stations to ensure the signal transmission of the magic network communicator, but fortunately, the hive devil unit and the small obelisk are modular, and it is not difficult to set up and install along the way.
In the holographic projection above the communicator, Knight Byron was amazed on his face, and his voice was still loud: "This thing is really a good thing... I can't imagine, we are so far away, and we can do it so easily. Speak... Before this, I have only seen the sight of a mage using the communication technique twice in half my life."
"Your voice can be a little lower. The communicator uses the magic net to transmit signals, not your loud voice."
"Hey, I can't help it anymore," Knight Byron laughed dryly, and then showed his ear to listen, "You seem to be a little lively over there..."
Philip's face was a little tangled: "As you guessed before, they came to attack."
"Hey, those nobles have learned how to fight." Knight Byron slapped his hands and laughed loudly. "It's a pity that they are still too immature, and they can even think of the idea of sneak attack in the middle of the night..."
Seeing this old partner's increasingly dishonest appearance, Philip couldn't help but frowned: "Are you here to occupy the channel to chat with me?"
The word "channel" was invented by the lord.
"Chat? Oh, I'm here to talk to you about something serious," Knight Byron seemed to remember what he was going to say, and hurried back to the topic, "We've already set sail, two warships with the latest ' The calibrator, the rainbow cannon, has been riding the wind and waves all the way to your side!"
"Calibrator?" Knight Philip repeated the unfamiliar vocabulary curiously. From the structure and expression of the word, he could hear the style of the ancient Gondor Empire.
"The name given by Master Kamel after the Rainbow Cannon was finalized means that it can be used to calibrate the enemy's mentality," Byron laughed, with a high-spirited expression on his face, "Now it depends on your progress. A ship doesn't have much self-defense ability after it is equipped with a rainbow cannon, you have to clear the position for me."
Looking at his old partner who was smiling like a child in the holographic projection, Philip's previous regret and sigh about the end of the noble war had vanished, and he also laughed, with a loud and powerful voice: "You still Think about yourself, you'd better hurry up, maybe I'll blow away the walls of the Rock Fortress before you arrive!"
"Ha, you underestimated Miss Till's ability."
(Happy New Year everyone, I really want to take a vacation...)