The Emerald Tower

At the last moment in the evening, Xiron led his team of twelve people out of the barracks and headed to the outpost at the edge of the dense snowy forest. When the sky fell completely dark, the young militiamen had already disappeared. Being able to guard their homeland, these passionate young people undoubtedly used one hundred and twenty points of strength.

　　 "Ike, in the evening, let your people and auxiliary soldiers cooperate with the night patrol. If you have anything, you must wake me up!"

　　 Dean ordered another militia captain before returning to his room.

　　 "Yes, leader!"

The thin militia captain replied in a loud voice, and the surrounding militia saluted Dean who was leaving-this was not what Dean ordered, but the rules of each knight order, whether it was a place or The Central Knights of the Emerald Capital are like this.

　　 It's just that these militiamen were reluctant when facing the original regimental commander Potts, but when facing Dean, they were reluctant.

　　 Even if the new head of the team has just taken office.

At least, he is not stingy, public and private, and has the tolerance of a true nobleman. These points have already impressed these simple young people, not to mention, the young leader has quite a good skill-although not Fighting in the true sense, but the kind of'pre-meal exercise' also allowed young people who were hunters like them to see the strong skills and very good skills of this captain.

　　The latter, even the original Potts commander did not have it.

　　 After all, they had also seen the rehearsal of the commander with the real knight name in the open space of the square. They were all straight-and-forward hacks, and there was no skill at all.

　　Perhaps, the strength is greater, but the technique is undoubtedly the new leader.

　　 This is the unanimous opinion of the militia present.

　　 As for the source of these techniques?

　　 Naturally, these young people thought of their new leader's ‘family’—the rumor has it that every noble family that has been handed down for a long time has this and that kind of secret technique.

　　 And their new leader undoubtedly inherited such a secret technique.

Dean can guess one or two of the thoughts of the subordinate militias, but he will never explain it. He needs this kind of thought to let him control the entire knight order faster-of course, it is not affected. These young militiamen will do it, and the Lord Baron must also be affected.

　　 In fact, up to now, the latter has been Dean's main goal.

　　 "Here and here...and here..."

Dean returned to the room and did not rest. He lay on a map, carefully examining it-this map that records nearly a hundred kilometers around Tyrrell is one of the few useful ones left by Potts. One of the items.

　　 At this moment, Dean is marking a few points on this map.

　　 Of course, such marks are more of just a few clicks with your fingers.

Dean doesn’t have the luxury of just marking it on the map; after all, the production of every map is very valuable, and the first one needs to be made by Kimpton, who makes a middle-class family desperate. Therefore, such a map can only exist in the hands of the noble family of the territory, and even, sometimes, this first map in the territory is a symbol of the status of the successor of the noble family.

　　 To put it simply, whoever owns the first map in the territory will take the initiative in fair competition.

　　 As for the expensiveness of the first territory map?

　　 That is natural, after all, it is necessary to ask a wizard to take action, and as we all know, things that touch a wizard are expensive.

The map in Dean’s hands, although not the first map of Tyre, was just rubbed from the hands of the Baron Tyre, but just such rubbing also requires ten Kimptons— —Before, Dean equipped his own bows and arrows. If the auxiliary soldiers were thrown away, the price of the bows and arrows required by the two militias was about ten Kimptons.

　　 showed his indifference to Kimpton before the subordinate, but Dean, who knew his own family affairs, would not really care about Kimpton in the true sense.

　　 In fact, he needs Kimpton more than ever.

　　 After all, he needs a well-equipped and battle-tested team, and such a team can only be formed by the accumulation of Kimpton.

　　 Of course, that's what happened later. Dean is just making up his plan after dawn tomorrow.

　　 Yes, it is tomorrow morning.

　　 As long as there is no major mistake, the militia team under him will definitely find the "trace of the bandit"!

　　 And facing such bandits who "killed" the leader of the knight order, Dean certainly won't let them have any chance of survival, so he must wipe them out.

　　 In the face of bandits, as long as you are fully prepared, victory is not too difficult.

　　 But, I want to be wiped out.

　　 That's not the usual difficulty, especially in the dense snowy forest.

　　 Dense jungles, thick snow, and no one can be sure of the ravines and valleys, have brought a lot of difficulties for the pursuit; therefore, Dean needs to set up several ambush points in advance so that these bandits have nowhere to escape.

　　 And this is definitely not a simple thing.

　　 Therefore, Dean needs to ponder and think repeatedly.

　　……

The sky gradually brightened, and the darkness left the Tyre collar again, and the Tyre collar, which was in the cold night, was very cold in this morning. Even the militiamen with cotton-padded jackets were still shrinking their necks at this time. ——However, they are not as lazy as usual. Although they are standing in a shelter from the wind, their eyes are all looking around.

　　 After all, in the hearts of these simple young people, they still simply retain the idea that you are good to me, and I treat you well.

　　 No doubt, Dean is good enough for them.

　　 Therefore, they will be in these places and think of ways to return Dean.

　　 "Someone!"

The early morning light is not very good, but in this dim light, young people born as hunters are able to lock the target far beyond ordinary people. After the two young people looked at each other, they immediately took out from the animal skin bag. Their bows and arrows—wet and cold, have lost their bowstrings. Young people who have followed their fathers since childhood, of course know how to protect their bows and arrows.

　　 As for the animal skin bags for storing bows and arrows?

　　 This is the gift that came with the bow and arrow when I bought it back yesterday. It was sewn by the wives and mothers of the hunters. It is not only durable, but also very light.

　　 "Stop!"

After a loud drink, it was a shot full of warning signs—at a distance of thirty yards, the arrow landed steadily five feet in front of the opponent, and anyone who saw the arrow would not The person who suspected archery was deliberate, otherwise, he would have been killed by an arrow.

　　 "It's me, Chad!"

The other side stopped and shouted, and when the familiar voice appeared, two young people, one ran to the post to inform his captain, while the other two steps forward, holding on to this strength. Overdraft companion.

　　 "What's wrong, Chad?"

　　 The thin militia captain ran out of the post.

　　 "Captain Ike, something went wrong! Captain Potts, they, they..."

　　 The militiamen who reported the news said hurriedly, but because they were too hurried, they were a little speechless.

　　 "What happened to them? Speak slowly!"

　　 The militia captain patted the opponent on the back, calming the opponent's emotions.

　　 "They are all dead!"

　　 The militiamen who had eased their emotions finally told the news.

"what?!"

　　 The militia captain was startled and subconsciously blurted out in exclamation; however, the next moment, he realized that such a thing was not something he could handle, and he needed to inform his captain.

　　 "Chad, you go to the lobby first, I'll report to the team leader!"

　　 The militia captain said as he ran towards Dean's room.

　　 In fact, Dean, who had only experienced a short sleep, was already up, and when the militiamen were shooting arrows, he had already sorted out all the weapons and equipment he had to prepare for today's departure.

　　 So, after Ike came, Dean went out quickly and walked to the hall with his militia captain, listening to Chad’s report——

"After we entered the outpost last night, Captain Xiron arranged for the night watchman~www.readwn.com~ and then let some people rest and some people check the surrounding situation; and in the direction of the dense snowfield, Xiron The captain found something not quite right-some big trees fell for no reason. We thought it was a snow bear at first, but when we searched around, we found Riddle's body, the stripped body, and then It was Siso and the others... Finally, we found the body of Captain Potts near a bandit camp!"

　　 Chad spoke in a fairly clear word.

　　 "Where are Xiron and the others?"

　　 Dean asked immediately after Chad's voice fell.

　　 "After the captain simply confirmed the situation, he took us back to the outpost and asked me to come back to report, and they all entered the alert!"

　　 Chad replied immediately.

　　 And hearing Chad's answer, Dean finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart-in fact, in the whole plan, this was the one that was most out of his control.

　　 He was very worried that the young Xiron would rush to fight the robbers and bandits with enthusiasm, causing inevitable losses.

　　 Actually, if it wasn't for Xiron's ‘knight aptitude’ and his future performance, Dean would be more willing to let cautious Ike go.

　　 However, fortunately, the other party did not disappoint him.

　　 "Ike, who brought you together, we are leaving!"

　　 Dean got up from his seat and announced immediately.

　　 "Yes, leader!"

　　 The thin militia captain nodded and replied.

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