Chapter 433 The End of the Noble War

In the night, a silent team was approaching the Cecil camp under the cover of darkness.

Wearing lightweight leather armour for mobility and all gear painted black, the team is agile and sturdy enough to trot through the rubble-strewn wilderness.

It was a dark night with no stars, but their movements were still unaffected by the darkness.

This is a force formed by the extraordinary, they are the precious elite force of the rock fortress.

Decent nobles often disdain to carry out sneak attacks during wars. The warring parties mutually agree on a time and place. On the battlefield, it is the rules of war in their minds to set up a battle in an upright manner and rush to kill. However, in such upright nobles After the rules of war are broken, experienced veterans will not know what to do—the so-called virtues of nobles on the battlefield, to put it bluntly, are nothing more than figurines used to decorate the facade when plundering profits. What to do or what to do.

A flickering shadow swept across the grassy surface and condensed beside a boulder, and other superhumans in nocturnal camouflage also came to this figure in a few breaths. The stalker captain, who appeared from the shadows, lowered his voice and whispered to his team members: "It's almost here, be vigilant, and we will give priority to destroying the magic devices on those cars."

The supernatural beings who carried out the sneak attack secretly touched the small bag they were carrying-the bag contained magic scrolls, and the explosions they created were enough to destroy the magic devices of the Cecil people. These scrolls were extremely valuable strategic resources in the rock fortress. Each is crafted with great effort by experienced magicians, whose task is to ensure that these precious scrolls are used in the most appropriate places.

After a short rest, these sneak attackers set off again. The most powerful shadow force in the night came from all directions, hiding their figures one by one in the depths of darkness. They soon disappeared in the vast wasteland. The rest of the darkness was swiftly traversing through the grass.

Somewhere far away from them, in a thick grass, a faint red light was flashing past.

A steel ranger in light body armor looked away from a distance, the red shimmer of the tactical goggles flickering on his helmet, he lowered his voice and whispered to the squad commander beside him: "Captain, I found another team, this team should be ours, right?"

The tactical eyepiece with the "detection distortion" effect is enough to detect the tracks of most stalkers, even in this deep starless night, those who dare to move fast on the open plain with extraordinary ability are incompetent. evaded.

"This team is ours, but don't act rashly yet - those idiots are about to enter the minefield," the captain of the Steel Rangers whispered.

At least one or two of them should be fried. "

"Hey, good."

"Prepare the explosive shooting first, and then hit the enemy in chaos."

The warriors of the Iron Rangers acted in the darkness, and ahead, the raiders from the rock fortress were still moving fast towards their targets.

One after another, the swift shadows shuttled between the gravel and the weeds, as unrestrained and natural as the ubiquitous night wind. The stalker captain enjoyed the feeling of walking freely in the dark, especially in this dark night wind. High for murderous nights.

The thick darkness is his armor, and the silent blade is most suitable for slitting the throats of those lambs to be slaughtered. He likes this kind of work that controls his life and death in the dark. , is an intoxicating pleasure.

I heard that the skyfire explosion of those Cecilians was extremely terrifying, and even made the coalition army composed of more than 40 noble families in the southern border run wild, but it is such a task that can bring enough sense of accomplishment: no matter how powerful magic tools are, there are also its own. Weaknesses, what stalkers are good at, is to insert knives into these weakpoints.

A cool night wind blew, dissipating a little mist on the wasteland. Taking advantage of the cover of darkness, Captain Stalker and his team members lightly stepped onto a gravel field. A strange "click" sounded suddenly in his ears.

A stalker stopped in confusion, he felt something wrong with the touch of 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 mass of flames that erupted violently.

A loud "Boom" broke the silence of the night, and the stalkers who stepped on the mines flew into the sky in many batches. At the moment when the explosion sounded, the minds of the stalkers who responded the fastest suddenly burst out. The same word: trap!

The most powerful ability of the stalker profession-speed is fully stimulated at this moment. The members of this team have already begun to spread out in all directions when their partners go to heaven, but no matter how fast they are, they can't compare. Those shrapnel and gravel scattered in the explosion, a series of screams sounded one after another in an instant, and half of the team was affected by the explosion on the spot.

After all, the stalker captain was stronger. He relied on the crisis instinct he had cultivated for many years to leave the explosion range earlier than others. However, the loud noise and flashes still made him dizzy. In this fatal short dizziness, he Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw one figure after another appearing in the grass in the distance.

The fighting instinct cultivated over the years made this middle-level stalker forcibly resist the dizziness of his head, and immediately pulled out the short sword he was wearing. The next second, his figure became blurred.

Under no circumstances should a stalker be completely exposed to the enemy. Only by hiding his body can he gain an invincible position in the fight—a thing that his mentor said to himself when he had just become a superhuman flashed through his mind. At the same time, he stared sharply at the silhouettes of the ambushers who appeared from the grass, waiting to see which daring one rushed forward.

He is still very confident in his close combat ability.

However, it was not the ambushers who rushed in front of him first, but a powerful explosion! !

Accompanied by the slight sound of a series of mechanical collisions, a sharp explosion came from a distance, and strange things wrapped in pale blue magic light groups came out of 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 by one, followed by a series of shocking explosions.

There are many unique superhuman arms in this world. As the "knife warriors" of various forces, they have different fighting styles.

Rangers are good at jungle combat, the Rogue troops have powerful magic power, the Royal Shadow Guard will jump out from stealth and let the whirlwind slash, and the Iron Rangers from Cecil Land...

They'll be squatting in the grass, waiting to pop out and smack you! P! G!

Then run away.

In the deep, dark, starless wilderness, the sound of explosions sounded near Cecil's camp broke the originally quiet night, and in the center of Cecil's camp, Knight Philip was quietly listening to the distant sound. Explosion sound.

The nobles in the rock fortress were still taking advantage of the night to attack.

The nobles may be slow, but they are definitely not 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-the magic crystal railgun is powerful, but it needs to be deployed to fire the shells. Therefore, if you want to fight against the Cecilian magic weapon, destroying it before it enters the firing state is the only solution. In front of the cannon, any act of clinging to the traditional noble war rules is no different from suicide.

The young knight Philip sighed slightly.

After all, the classic noble wars are gone forever, those nobles learn to fight - or abandon "decent" faster than he imagined, as the lord said - romantic and inefficient noble wars after all It is going to 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 that the magic device placed in the center of the tent and occupying a full half of the table was making sounds and flashes. He immediately stepped forward and manipulated the rune trigger on the base of the magic device slightly rusty.

The device was activated, and the big bearded face of Knight Byron was projected in the air, along with the loud voice of the other party with a slightly disturbing noise: "Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Damn...this thing... That's how it works..."

"I can hear, I can hear - you don't have to shout, you don't have to be so loud!" Philip replied quickly after a brief trance - despite having tried it a few times, this new communication device still works every time. Make him feel amazed.

It is also Philip's task to use the new communication device on the battlefield, and to test its value on the battlefield. For this reason, the convoy that attacked the Rock Fortress also brought a team of magic technicians and a lot of magic net units, magic Can Obelisk components, so that the magic field can be placed in the reach of the army.

Because Earl Hossman died early, the efficiency of the southern nobles in establishing magic nets is not high, and the coverage of magic nets in the northern region has not reached the level of seamless connection. In the wilderness and villages, technicians are needed. They continue to set up relay stations to ensure the signal transmission of the magic net communicator, but fortunately, the Hive Demon King unit and the small obelisk are modular, and it is not difficult to set up and install all the way.

In the holographic projection above the communicator, Knight Byron's face was full of amazement, and his voice was still very loud: "This thing is really a good thing... I can't think of it, we are so far away, so easily I can speak... Before this, I have seen the sight of the mage using the communication technique twice in half my life."

"You can keep your voice quieter - the communicator uses the magic net to transmit the signal, not your loud voice."

"Hey, I can't help it," Knight Byron laughed dryly, and then appeared to be listening, "You seem to be a little lively there..."

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

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

Seeing this old partner's increasingly serious appearance, Philip couldn't help frowning: "Are you just 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 business," Knight Byron seemed to remember what he was going to say, and quickly pulled back to the topic, "We have already set sail, two warships with the latest ' Calibrator' Rainbow Cannon, riding the wind and waves all the way towards you!"

"Calibrator?" Knight Philip repeated this unfamiliar word curiously. From the structure and expression of this word, he could hear the style of the ancient Gondor Empire.

"The name given by Master Carmel after the rainbow cannon was finalized, which means that it can be used to calibrate the enemy's mentality," Byron laughed with a high-spirited look, "It's up to you to see the progress on your side—I After these two ships are equipped with rainbow cannons, they don't have much self-defense capability, so you have to clear the positions for me."

Looking at the old partner who laughed like a child in the holographic projection, Philip's previous regret and sigh about the end of the noble war had disappeared, he also laughed, and his voice was loud and powerful: "You still Think about yourself, you'd better hurry, maybe I'll blow up the walls of the Rock Fortress before you get there!"

"Ha, you underestimated Miss Tyre's ability—"

(Happy New Year everyone~~~~ I also really want to take a vacation...)

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