Mage Joan

Facing the melancholic gaze of the young mage and hearing his calm and quizzical questioning, George Vaasa was at first stunned, and then shook his head helplessly.

Yes, the reality is as Joan said, if his only envoy of the army leaves the front line, and the front line changes, who can cast a message to the Governor, who is hundreds of miles away, and who can become an eagle to succeed Does he conduct aerial reconnaissance?

Not to mention serving as the tactical core on the battlefield and providing magical support to the troops in time.

"No matter what was originally agreed on the contract, I still can't leave the front line under the current tensions... Even if I have to go, at least I have to wait until the day that Lieutenant Colonel Anderson leads the reinforcements to Fort Nisesi." Joan said bitterly.

George Vaasa wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

As Joan said, the front line is still inseparable from him, but his only relative in the world, the poor old man who may die at any time, should he be sacrificed, and he should not be able to see his beloved grandson before his death. At a glance?

When one has to sacrifice family care, all words of comfort appear so pale or even hypocritical.

"You have worked hard, Joan..." Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa patted the juvenile Master's tender shoulders: "Just hold on for a while, and our reinforcements will arrive in two weeks at most."

...

The Nissi Fortress was just completed, and the morale of the Southward Corps was strong on September 23. Joan was at this time node. In the foreseeable future, according to the fort, it was not difficult to "hold on for two weeks".

For him, what is worth worrying about right now is only the grandfather's condition, can it be delayed for another two weeks, and the reinforcements supporting Lieutenant Colonel Anderson arrive.

However, the situation on the front changed quickly, and the Navy troops did not give them two weeks, and even appeared on the horizon south of Broken Tooth Valley without delay.

It was Joan himself who first discovered this crisis.

...

On the evening of September 29, Joan performed the "Morph" as usual, turning into an eagle and flying into the air, performing aerial reconnaissance through the twilight cover.

He spent half an hour first, flying low in the surrounding area of ​​Fort Nisesi, confirming that everything was normal from the strong wind town to the Jinsha River, and then rose to a height in the cold moonlight.

Overlooking from a height of more than a thousand feet, the majestic and steep brass mountains, like a meandering dragon traversing the earth, extend from the west coast of Wilnoya to the east coast.

There is a narrow gap in the waist of this giant dragon, which is the main road "Broken Tooth Valley" that runs through the north and south of the mainland.

Joan flew south along the gorge, investigating the ground.

The valley is as calm as ever, except for the flocks of rock sheep climbing mountains and hills, there are only three or five groups of business travelers traveling between them.

Joan does not rule out the possibility of a sea spy pretending to be a business brigade, but the identification of identity is the job of a border guard. He only needs to pay attention to the dynamics of large forces.

As soon as eleven o'clock, Joan had flown to the southern exit of Broken Tooth Valley and continued on to the control area of ​​the Sea Blue Border Guards.

From his current location, he can see the vast Musberheim Gobi Desert in the south. The long yellow sand reflects the pale pale light under the reflection of a crescent moon.

In the oasis on the edge of the Gobi, there is a majestic fortress. It is the frontline stronghold "Dukenburg" built by the sea-blue men despite the strong opposition of the Yalfheim authorities.

Joan had flown over Duquesneburg for reconnaissance at night, and he had to admit that the fortress was far more magnificent than Fort Nissi, which had been hurriedly built, and the troops stationed there were twice as many as the Vasa Corps. .

Joan finally looked at Duquesne Castle and was planning to return the same way. He inadvertently glanced at the shadow of the trees in the wood below, and quickly blessed himself with "Stealth" to lower his height and investigate carefully.

The figure in the forest is gradually changed from fuzzy to clear. Dirty gray and yellow mane, large and small spots on the body, and the iconic hyena head all indicate their jackal status.

To Joan's surprise, the number of jackals gathered in the woodland is so large. It is probably estimated that it is not less than 500. This is by no means the size of a war group, and it looks more like the action of the divisions of multiple war groups.

The anomalous scene in front of him made Joan vigilant.

This summer, the jackals from the brass mountain pass to Yalfheim were mainly composed of six warfare groups. Except for the guards of the wolf queen Alpha, the remaining five warfare groups were all around 100 people.

Since Joan’s army went south, he has eliminated two war regiments and also slammed Alpha’s guard regiment to expel the forces of the jackal to the south of the Valley of the Broken Tooth, and there has been no head-on conflict with it since.

Now it seems that almost all the remaining Jackal gangsters are gathered in this wood, and there are neither villages nor sufficient prey nearby. What is the plot of their gathering here?

With doubts, Joan continued to lower the flying height until his wings almost touched the treetops, patrolling the entire Jackal camp and flying forward.

Spreading his wings across the woodland, he came to a clear stream. Joan was surprised to find that a cavalry unit wearing helmets and armour was camping by the stream, clearly planning to spend the night here.

Joan estimated the size of this unit, with a total of no fewer than 500 troops, all of them were equipped with aquamarine standard equipment, and they knew that they were from Dukeenburg without asking.

From the navy force in front of him, Joan thought of the Jackal Corps that he had just seen.

The two troops were stationed so close that they were able to stay in peace, only to prove that they belonged to the same camp.

Jackal gangsters plus the Shanghai Blue Regular Army, the total strength has reached a scale of 1,000 people, so the march of the division, the purpose can only be to attack the Nyssiborg stationed by the Yalfheim border guard.

Joan couldn't help but take a breath!

He barely suppressed the restless emotions, spread his wings and glide along the stream, intending to conduct a more detailed investigation.

At this moment, the two figures caught his attention, and then he converged his wings, and quietly landed on a high raised rock, listening to them with ears.

The dress of these two people is different from that of ordinary navy officers and soldiers, the man facing Joan on the side, wearing a chain mail of Mithril braid, a **** cloak, tall and tall, and raising his hands to show a calm and majestic momentum, looks like a A senior officer.

The man who talked to him face-to-face was a little younger, looking like he was in his early twenties, dressed in a dazzling red robe, and his hair was bright red like fire, with a lazy smile on his handsome face, raising his hands from time to time. Combing the wind-blown hairstyle, inadvertently revealed the narcissistic mentality of Sao Bao.

The more Joan looked at the man who looked like an officer, the more familiar he was.

After thinking for a while, he remembered having seen the portrait of this person on the front page of the Leiden Post.

Although there is a difference between the board illustrations in the newspaper and the image of a real person, the young, ambitious and ambitious charm of the other party was accurately grasped by the painter, which made him unforgettable at first sight.

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