I Will Be The Crowned King

Inside the fairly spacious tent, the three contented people breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't forget to wipe the corners of their mouths full of sauce.

Although the meat is a bit hard, and the sauce is only left on the surface, there is no taste at all. When roasting, I dare not use a smokeless stove... But compared with the same cured meat all day long, the taste of fresh meat is really great. .

If I had to say that there was something I was dissatisfied with, it was that a roasting pigeon was too small for three people, so I could only reluctantly beat its teeth.

After nibbling away the bones, the three who had a little rest started their own busy work; Lisa, who was carrying a bag of canned food, was going to continue to expand her "skirmish company", or to expand her canned food storage. ; And as the 1st Infantry Battalion battalion commander and regiment adjutant Carl, he had to find a way to arrange the establishment and posts for the corners that Lisa dug up.

There is also a small episode - the regiment commander, John Ness, disappeared.

This is a person who has no sense of existence, and Anson's impression of him is limited to the day of the defense of the artillery base. Carl once mentioned his name; plus it is said that the purser came with Captain Willen Small. Yes, very few people would care about him.

The key is that the time when this person "disappeared" happened just before and after the cavalry raid, that is, the day when the "Black Mage" had to meet Anson.

This is very subtle.

In an infantry regiment, the chief of staff is a big and not a small position, managing daily life, food, accommodation and even finances; theoretically, as long as it is not a war, he can appear in any corner of the position.

That is to say, it is very likely that His Excellency the "Black Mage" is under the guise of the "Secretary", hiding by his side and always watching him; until the imperial cavalry launched a surprise attack, he noticed that there was a problem, and he took advantage of the war to escape from the siege position. get away.

Considering the time it takes for the other party to send him a letter, this is not impossible!

In addition, "Former Anson" still has an impression of his former history professor, but he has never felt familiar with the appearance of the Secretary. This "Black Mage" probably still has certain disguising skills.

If this is the case, then it is quite in line with the "secret" attribute of black magic, and it is very likely one of the magics mastered by the other party.

With such a convenient hidden identity, coupled with the black magic that is good at "peeping secrets", it is no wonder that he has been unaware of the "black mage" before, even if the other party had to reveal his whereabouts for the last time, he failed to catch his tail. .

Anson, who was left alone in the tent, pondered to calm down and began to prepare memory magic.

According to the advice given to him by the "Black Mage", a qualified conjurer should prepare his next magic all the time like a line soldier treats his rifle.

Although there is only one magic he masters now, and it's like "Gathering Flame", which has more tricks than magic.

It allows Anson to imprint magic on anything within his controllable range, and spontaneously ignite after three to five seconds - but in Anson's view, it is actually closer to a small-scale explosion.

If it is a flammable item, such as letter paper or dry wood, it will also be ignited after the spell is successfully cast; but if it is not so easy to burn, it is likely to just melt or become hot.

The magic of completing the "rubbing" will gradually begin to dissipate as time goes by; Anson specially did a set of comparative experiments, the stationery that has just been cast will be burnt to ashes in an instant; After that, only a little burn marks are left on the corners.

Generally speaking, it is a match-like spell that is more practical but not very powerful. It is probably the basis for beginners. Anson guessed that after he is proficient, he might be able to make this spell more powerful.

But even for this insignificant "little magic" right now, it takes him nearly 30 minutes to prepare, and every time he has a splitting headache, his heart is so hot that it's about to burst!

And the range of casting spells must not exceed the distance limit that he can control—after several tests, Anson can basically conclude that the range is centered on himself and all corners within a radius of 20 meters; beyond this range, the magic will instantly fail.

Relying on such a little trick-like magic, plus a "newcomer spellcaster" of his own, can he really stop the old gods in the fortress... No matter how well-planned, Anson can't help but feel a little pessimistic.

Just when he finished the memory of the first magic and was about to continue, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the tent.

An Sen, who reacted quickly, got up immediately, picked up a piece of letter paper from the table, and raised his pen in a contemplative state.

After more than ten seconds, the uninvited figure broke into the tent directly; the corner of An Sen's mouth twitched slightly when he saw the other party from the corner of his eye - it was Roman.

But when he turned to look at each other, he couldn't help showing a shocked expression:

"You are hurt?"

"It has nothing to do with you." The expressionless Roman said coldly, his voice a little weak:

"I'm here to relay the order of the brigadier general. I will report to the camp in fifteen minutes and explain your next plan to the general. If there is a so-called plan..."

His eyes "inadvertently" glanced at the letter on the table, which was empty.

The atmosphere in the tent became a little awkward.

"Understood, I am..."

"I was ordered to immediately lead the grenadier regiment to Oak Town, to quell the rebellion within two days, and to repair the train tracks that were damaged by the imperial cavalry." Roman, with a grim expression, directly stole Anson's words:

"From what I know about the generals, this means that I probably won't be able to catch up with the next Thunder Fortress siege battle - so I don't care what small calculus you're playing, let me hear it clearly!"

"There is a problem with the imperial defenders in Thundercastle, especially their commander Kroger Bernard, you must be on the alert for this man; it's not just his tactics , and his personal strength."

"I don't have any evidence at the moment, and even all this may just be my hysterical thoughts... Kroger Bernard, or the imperial defenders in the city, is likely to be involved with the Old God Sect!"

"Old God School?!"

An Sen, who looked slightly startled, desperately restrained his urge to put his hand behind him with a gun.

"Anyone who graduated from a church college should know something about the Old God School... You don't have to pretend to be with me here."

Roman said word by word, his voice was slightly panting: "In short, I must remind you that no matter how perfect the plan you directly designed, you must consider one thing..."

"This battle of Thunder Castle is likely to be an enemy's trap!"

After he finished speaking, he dropped the still shocked Anson, turned and walked outside the tent.

But just as he was about to leave, Roman, who had suddenly stopped, suddenly turned around.

"By the way, there is one more little thing." As he said, he took out a small cylinder from his jacket pocket: "This is a letter, because I want to keep it secret, I won't tell you the content, it's roughly the brigadier general. Asking for help from the Southern Army."

An Sen nodded, not quite understanding what the other party meant: "Then what?"

"In order to ensure safety, we didn't send cavalry, but specially prepared a carrier pigeon. It was almost an hour ago." Luo Manping held up the small cylinder in his hand, and his tone was very confused:

"But on the way I just came, I picked it up nearby, so I wanted to ask if you found anything?"

"..." Anson.