In the night, a silent team approached the Cecilian camp under the cover of darkness.

The team was wearing light leather armor that was easy to move, and all the equipment they carried was painted black. They were agile and walked on flat ground in the wilderness covered with gravel potholes.

It was a dark night without stars, but their actions were still unaffected by the darkness.

This is a unit formed by the extraordinary, the precious elite of the Rock Fortress.

The nobles who are decent in war often disdain to launch sneak attacks. The two sides of the war agreed on time and place each other, set up their formations on the battlefield and rushing to kill them. However, after this upright noble war rules are broken, experienced veterans will not know what to do. The so-called virtues of nobles on the battlefield are simply nothing more than the fig leaf used to decorate the storefront when plundering interests. If this layer of fig leaf is pulled off, what should everyone do or what should they do.

A sloping shadow passed through the weedy surface and condensed beside a huge rock. Other extraordinary people in night-drawing disguise also came to the figure in a few breaths. Captain Stalker, who appeared in the shadow, lowered his voice and whispered to his team members: "It's coming soon, be alert, and give priority to destroying the magic devices on the cars later."

The extraordinary people who performed the sneak attack mission secretly touched the small bags that contained magic scrolls. The explosions they created were enough to destroy the magical devices of the Cecils. These scrolls were extremely valuable strategic resources of the Rock Fortress. Each of them was made by experienced magicians who spent a lot of effort. The task of these people was to ensure that these precious scrolls could be used in the most appropriate places.

After a brief rest, these sneak attackers set off again, and the most powerful shadow power in the night came from all directions, hiding their figures in the depths of the darkness. Their figures soon disappeared from the vast wasteland, leaving only darkness that swiftly traveled among the grass.

A little red light flashed by in a thick grass far away from them.

A steel ranger wearing lightweight close-fitting armor retracted his gaze from a distance, and the red light of the tactical eyepiece flashed on his helmet. He lowered his voice and whispered to the squad commander beside him: "Captain, I discovered another team again, this team should be ours?"

The tactical eyepiece with the effect of "detection distortion" is enough to detect the traces of most stalkers. Even on this deep night without stars, those sneak attackers who dare to act quickly on the open plains rely on their extraordinary abilities to escape.

"This team is ours, but don't act rashly and those idiots will quickly enter the minefield," said the captain of the Iron Rangers in a low voice. "Brothers, I have to bury mines for a whole day with such great force. At least one or two."

"Oh, OK."

"Prepare the explosion and shoot first, and then the enemy will fight in a mess."

The warriors of the Iron Rangers moved in the dark, and ahead, the sneak attackers from the Rock Fortress were still moving quickly towards their targets.

Swift black shadows shuttled between the gravel and weeds, as unrestrained and natural as the ubiquitous night wind. Captain Stalker enjoyed the feeling of walking freely in the darkness, especially on such nights where the wind was high and the wind was suitable for killing people.

The thick darkness is his armor, and the silent blade is most suitable for cutting the throats of the lambs to be slaughtered. He likes this kind of work of mastering the life and death of others in the darkness. Although it is always a bit thrilling, it is an intoxicating pleasure that accompanies the thrilling danger.

I heard that the fire explosions of the Cecils were extremely terrifying, and even caused the coalition forces formed by more than 40 noble families in the southern border to run away. However, this is the task that can bring enough sense of accomplishment: no matter how powerful magic props are, they still have their weaknesses. What the stalkers are good at is to insert a knife into these weaknesses.

A slight cool night wind blew, blowing away some mist on the wasteland. Taking advantage of the cover of darkness, Captain Stalker and his team members stepped onto a piece of gravel with light steps. The moment the footsteps landed, a strange "click" sound suddenly came into his ears.

A stalker stopped in confusion, and he felt something wrong with the soles of his feet: "I seemed to step on something..."

The stalker raised his foot while saying, trying to see what was under his feet.

Then he found that what he stepped on was a ball of light that burst out rapidly.

A loud "boom" sound broke the silence of the night. The stalkers who stepped on the landmines flew into the sky in many batches. At the moment of the explosion, the same word suddenly burst out in the minds of the few stalkers who reacted the fastest: Trap!

The most powerful ability and speed of the stalker profession were fully activated at this moment. The members of this team began to scatter in all directions while companions went to heaven. However, no matter how fast they were, they could not compare to those shrapnel and gravel scattered in the explosion. A series of screams sounded one after another, and half of the people in the team were affected by the explosion on the spot.

Captain Story was even stronger after all. He relied on the crisis instinct he had cultivated for many years and left the explosion range one step earlier than others. However, the loud noise and flash still made him dizzy. In this deadly brief dizziness, he suddenly saw one figure after another appearing in the grass in the distance from the corner of his eyes.

The combat instinct cultivated for many years made this mid-level stalker forcibly resist the dizziness in his mind, and immediately pulled out the dagger he wore with him. The next second, his figure became blurred.

Under no circumstances should the stalker be completely exposed to the enemy. Only by hiding his body can he occupy an invincible place in the fight flashed through his mind what the mentor said to him when he just became a transcendent. At the same time, his eyes were sharply staring at the figures of the ambushers who appeared from the grass, waiting to see which bold first rushed forward.

He is still very confident in his close combat ability.

However, the first one to rush into him was not the ambushers, but a powerful explosion shooting!!

Accompanied by a series of slight sounds of mechanical parts, sharp explosions came from a distance, and strange things wrapped in light green magic light balls flew out from the weird weapons carried by the "grass lurkers" on their shoulders. After passing a quick and short trajectory in the air, they landed one by one at the feet of the stalkers. Then, there were a series of shocking explosions.

There are many unique extraordinary troops in this world. As "sharp sword warriors" of various forces, they have different ways of fighting.

Rangers are good at jungle combat, and the Wanderer troops have powerful magical powers. The Royal Shadow Guard will jump out of the stealth state to release the whirlwind slash, and the steel rangers from Cecil's leadership...

They will squat in the grass, waiting to suddenly jump out and mess with your face r!p!g!

Then he ran away after the fight.

In the deep and dark wilderness without stars, the explosions that sounded near Camp Cecil broke the originally peaceful night. In the center of Camp Cecil, Knight Philip was quietly listening to the explosions coming from afar.

The nobles in the Rock Fortress did indeed attack in the darkness of the night.

The nobles may be slow, but they are never stupid. After being chased and beaten by the Cecils for nearly half a month in the southern border, they can at least summarize some experiences of being beaten. Magic crystal rail cannons are powerful, but launching shells requires setting up positions. Therefore, if you want to fight against the Cecils' magic weapons, destroying them before they enter the launch state is the only solution. In front of the cannon, any act of obsessing with the traditional aristocratic war rules is no different from suicide.

The young Knight Philip sighed slightly.

The classical aristocratic war is gone after all. Those aristocrats learn to fight or abandon "decent" faster than he imagined. Just as the lord said, the romantic and inefficient aristocratic war will eventually die. When the new era comes, the war will inevitably return to its most primitive and pure state.

A low buzzing 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 tent, occupying a full half of the tabletop, making a sound and flash. He immediately stepped forward quickly and slightly unfamiliarly manipulating the rune trigger on the base of the magic device.

The device was activated, and the unshaven face of the Byron Knight was projected in mid-air. At the same time, the other party's loud voice with a slightly disturbing noise was also heard: "Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Hell... This is how it is used..."

"If you can hear, don't yell, don't yell so loudly!" Philip was briefly ecstatic and quickly replied. Although he had tried to use it several times, this new communication device still made him feel amazed every time.

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 the Rock Fortress also specially brought a team of magic technicians and a large number of magic net units and magic obelisk components to lay the magic field where the army reaches.

Because Count Hosman died early, the efficiency of the southern nobles in establishing magic networks was not high, and the coverage rate of magic networks in the northern region could not reach a seamless connection. Between wilderness and villages, technicians need to continuously set up relay stations to ensure the signal transmission of magic network communicators. Fortunately, the honeycomb demon unit and 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's face was filled with amazement and his voice was still very loud: "This thing is really a good thing... I dare not think about it. We are so far away, and we can speak so easily... Before this, I have seen the scene of a mage using messaging twice in half of my life."

"Your voice can be smaller, communicator uses magic network to transmit signals, not your loud voice."

"Oh, I can't help it," Knight Byron smiled dryly, then showed his tilted ears and listened, "It seems a bit lively over there..."

Philip's face was a little confused: "As you guessed before, they came to attack."

"Hey those nobles have learned how to fight," Knight Byron slapped his face and laughed. "It's a pity that they are still a little too tender, and they can think of the idea of ​​sneak attacking in the middle of the night..."

Seeing this old partner becoming more and more inappropriate, Philip couldn't help but frown: "Are you here to chat with me by occupying the channel?"

The word "channel" was invented by the lord.

"Cha? Oh, I'm here to tell you the serious business," Knight Byron seemed to remember what he was going to say, and quickly got back to the topic, "We have set sail, two warships, with the latest 'Califier' rainbow cannon, sailing the wind and waves all the way toward you!"

"Caller?" Knight Philippe curiously repeated this strange word. From the structure and expression of the word, he heard some of the style of the ancient Gondor Empire.

"The name given by Master Carmier after the rainbow cannon is set, which means it can be used to calibrate the enemy's mentality," Byron laughed, with a high spirited look on his face. "Now it depends on your progress. My two ships have not much self-defense ability after they are equipped with rainbow cannons. You have to clear out the position."

Looking at the old partner who was smiling like a child in the holographic projection, Philip's previous regret and sigh at the end of the noble war from now on had disappeared. He also laughed loudly and powerfully: "You should think about yourself, you'd better hurry up, maybe I'll blow the walls of the Rock Fortress before you arrive!"

"Ha, you underestimated Miss Tyre's ability"
Chapter completed!