Chapter 1306 Blood-Stained Intelligence

After reading the entire letter, Smart Guy felt a chill rising behind his back.

A devil king who can open the gates of hell and allow troops to come and go freely?

There is no doubt that this is extremely important information - in fact, he was puzzled by the unscathed fall of Xueying Castle, but in addition to confirming that the devil invaded the city from the north, other things he heard The opinions are totally varied. Apparently all the civilians who saw the devil coming had died in the invasion.

Now he finally got confirmation.

But what shocked him even more was that this devil king was familiar with human rules. He not only knew how to deal with nobles, but also became the actual controller of Eternal Winter in a short period of time. The current transfer of conscripts in various territories was basically By its instruction. The benefits promised by the other party are also quite generous, and they are definitely not something that the Graycastle people can give.

In addition, the description of the movements of the conscripts in the letter is also very valuable. Although it cannot be equated to the distribution of the devil's forces, it can at least analyze roughly where they went.

What is certain is that the person who wrote this letter is definitely not a rat or a businessman. From a perspective, this person must be located in the upper echelons of Eternal Winter.

The content of the entire piece of paper is well organized and described clearly. It does not need to be transcribed, nor can it be simplified. As long as it is sent in full, it is a critical piece of information. In terms of priority, it is undoubtedly the highest level.

The problem is that the team of merchants used to deliver the information just left Xueying Castle yesterday - in order to attract as little attention as possible, Black Money only placed one person in the caravan, and he was still a coachman. It was almost impossible to get the team to turn back. Possibly, and it will be a week before the next caravan leaves.

If you add in the stop-and-go time on the road, the delivery time will only be longer.

The smart guy hesitated for a long time, and finally stood up and put all the other papers on the table into the cabinet, leaving only the letter.

Next is the waterproof sealing wax treatment.

After finishing all this, he blew out the oil lamp, put the letter away close to his body, returned to the first floor, and gestured to the silent one.

"I want to go out of the city myself. If something happens here, light the kerosene downstairs."

Just as the smart guy turned around and was about to go out, the Silent One reached out to hold him, shook his head imperceptibly, and then pointed at himself.

Let him stay and leave the dangerous things to me...

The smart guy chuckled, "It's just a letter. I'll be back in two or three days at most. You can't speak, and you don't know where the pick-up point is, so you can't help me."

But there are no such complicated words in sign language, so he just made a gesture: "This is an order."

The hand holding him loosened.

The smart guy patted the other person's chest and left the house without looking back.

Since the master asked him to fully assist Graycastle, sending this letter as soon as possible is the first priority. After all, according to the people of Graycastle, information is timely, and the later some news is delayed, the more variables there will be.

To this end, they also set up an emergency contact point in a village more than ten miles away from the city, and equipped it with incredible animal messengers. It is said that news here can be sent to Dawn in just a few days.

And that village was the goal of his trip.

There are indeed risks in leaving Xueying Castle without permission, but in general it is still within control. In fact, people escape from the North through various means every day, even leaving Eternal Winter. Although the red mist above the head and the blood-like red moon have not had a substantial impact on people's lives, the propaganda of Graycastle and the rumors of the devil have. It gradually fermented, and no matter how the lord stopped it, it could not completely dispel people's fear of this terrible alien race.

Those escapees are undoubtedly his best cover.

The clever ghost knew that as long as he acted alone, the possibility of being targeted by the flying devil was not high. As for the guards on the important roads, it was easier to deal with them - the golden dragon was the universal rule in the human world after all.

The reality was not far from what he expected.

When the sky dawned the next morning, the clever ghost passed through the south gate of Xueying Castle without any danger. In order to enjoy the few golden dragons in his pocket, the guard quietly opened the small door on the inside of the city wall without even alerting others.

Once you cross the ice abyss, there are no obstacles on the way to the next.

Whenever he saw a dark shadow in the sky, he would quickly dive into the snow. His white coat became a natural cover, and those footprints from high in the sky were not much different from those made by wild animals.

By afternoon, he could faintly see the smoke rising from the village.

Wiping the white frost on his nose, the clever guy couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Just like the method of receiving letters in the city, he did not need to communicate with the people of Graycastle. He only had to place the information at the agreed location and leave a code.

However, at this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from behind.

The smart guy couldn't help being stunned. He looked back and his heart sank slightly. Damn it, how could there be cavalry from Xueying Castle here?

The people of Graycastle chose this village precisely because it is located in a remote area, and it would be difficult to detect even one or two outsiders sneaking in. Normally, nobles usually choose to intercept refugees near the main road, and there is no reason to come here.

The distance between the two quickly narrowed, and it was obvious that the other party had also seen his figure, and it was no longer possible to hide.

The clever ghost simply stopped and gave the visitor a flattering smile - he had two riders in total, so as long as he gave enough golden dragons, he shouldn't be too embarrassed.

The cavalry stopped their horses in front of him and looked at him condescendingly, "Brother, I knew these fugitives would take some remote roads, and sure enough we found one of them."

"Ah, good luck."

Sure enough... is it a patrol to capture the escapees?

"S-Sir, please let me live!" The clever ghost pretended to be extremely frightened, and knelt down in the snow with a plop, holding the money bag in both hands, revealing the eye-catching golden dragon inside, "I really don't want to go with those hells. The devils stay in one place, they are all monsters that eat people without blinking an eye! I am willing to give all my savings, please let me go!"

"Oh? You have a lot of savings." The cavalryman leaned over and took the money bag, with a hint of smile in his tone.

"It's all yours now... Yes, yes, I still have relatives in Wolf Heart. As long as you don't take me back, I will definitely find an opportunity to repay you in the future!"

"Get up."

The clever ghost secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Generally speaking, he would have basically passed the test at this point. Refugees who can save golden dragons are definitely in the minority, and bringing "relatives from neighboring countries" will also increase their credibility - if there is no benefit to killing people, they are not willing to cause more trouble. After all, they have nothing to lose by letting one or two refugees go, and there is no need to eliminate the possibility of repaying them in the future.

But the other party didn't wave him away, but raised his visor and said, "Look at me carefully."

There was a striking scar on his cheek, as if it had been gnawed by some ferocious beast. His entire ear was missing, and even half of his eyes had become deformed and distorted.

The rolled flesh showed that the injury had only just healed.

"Sir, what are you..."

"I was injured by the Graycastle people's firearms." The cavalryman said slowly. "At that time, everyone thought I was hopeless, but I still survived. To this day, I can still feel the burning pain on my face, it is a reminder I, who caused all this——"

By the end, his voice had completely cooled down.

A strong sense of something bad suddenly arose in the clever ghost's heart.

But before he could distance himself, another person who claimed to be his younger brother had already raised his hand and whipped his riding crop hard on his face.

His vision went dark, and the clever guy covered his face and fell down.

"That's right, it's you! If it weren't for you damn runaways, why would I have to fight against the Graycastle people! The battle of divine will and the fate of mankind are all bullshit!" When he said this, the other party's voice He was close to shouting, "Don't worry, I won't take you back, nor will I kill you here - the only thing I want to do is to let you taste my pain!"

Then he pulled up the reins and rode towards the clever ghost's legs.

"Click——"

An indescribable pain instantly poured into Smart Guy's brain, and he screamed subconsciously.

Then comes the second leg.

It wasn't until the snow was stained with blood and his legs turned into a blurry mass of flesh that the pursuers stopped their mounts from trampling him.

"Don't worry, you are not the first, nor will you be the last." The knight smiled sinisterly, "Now... you can run away as much as you like."

The smart guy didn't notice when the two left.

He bit his lip hard and managed to gather his scattered consciousness.

His lower body had completely lost consciousness, and the ice and snow were taking away the warmth from his body bit by bit.

He touched the clothes on his chest, and the letter was still in its original position - in the eyes of those two people, he was probably no different from a dead person.

Unexpectedly, there was no resentment towards the two of them in his mind, nor was there any strong unwillingness. Under the stinging and cold torture, thinking was already an extremely difficult thing, and the only remaining thought was He dropped the information in his arms.

The smart guy used his last strength and moved towards the agreed place.

When he climbed to the top of a hill overlooking the village, night was slowly covering the land. The occasional flickering firelight in the village seemed as close as a stone's throw away, yet as far away as the stars.

He did not put the letter into a hiding place because he himself was the final container of intelligence.

Just as darkness was about to engulf all things, the kind face of his master Balih Lothar appeared in front of the clever ghost's eyes.

He closed his eyes and whispered softly.

"Father……"

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