Cthulhu Gonfalon

There is no good god, including Kazuo, who is willing to see the **** of the knight, even the orc gods who are hostile to him.

No, even the orc gods are the least hopeful of his weakness, reduction, and even fall.

After all... As an enemy, the **** of the knight is an enemy who is very upright, very rules-oriented, very moral and very tolerant. In contrast, the glory of the Lord is fierce and cold, doing things unscrupulously, and there is no lower limit. . It is much more dangerous and too difficult to be enemies with Him than to be an enemy of the Knights.

However, ideals and reality have always been two different things.

Leon, who got the news from Kaohsiung, hid his deep sigh in his heart, pretending to be a young thief who ventured out of the crowd and came to the big military camp in the north of the Eagle Wing.

The Scout Camp is located at the northern end of the Grand Army Camp and is the most pioneer of the entire army. They have excellent logistical supply and treatment status because they bear the most dangerous and hard work.

Before the war, the scouts must first be erupted. Those warriors who are one-hundred and one-hundred are squad and even individual, trying to kill in the range of dozens of hundred miles, trying to suppress the scouts of the other side and collect any valuable information. Often, after a big war, even if the victorious party, the war damage of the scout camp will exceed 30%, and the loser may even be completely annihilated by the entire scout camp.

Although reconnaissance can be done by spells or the Air Force, whether it is a spell or an air force, the information that can be obtained is relatively vague, and there is no way to be very detailed and accurate. Therefore, even if the vast majority of the generals hated the scouting behavior of taking precious and precious men to go crazy, they still have no choice in pursuit of victory.

When Leon arrived, the last group of scouts had just started, and the scout camp was slightly empty. In addition to the main officer in charge of the reorganization, only the logistics officers who were sorting out the suicide notes were still busy. .

The high risk of the scouting camp will leave a suicide note before almost every scout. Some people will say goodbye to their loved ones, some will arrange their own affairs, and others will tell some secrets that have been hidden for many years. These suicide notes will not be taken apart for the time being, and they are sealed with magic in a scorpion. Every blind man is specially locked. Only when the owner of the testament is dead will the magic be invalidated. At that time, the logistics officers will take out the testament and compare the contents of the testament to the will of the dead.

Generally speaking, this is the privilege that the aristocrats can enjoy. Only ordinary scouts can have this treatment.

“How many dice are open today?” The veteran who is responsible for sorting out the information is a veteran whose hair is almost white. He has only one arm and a terrible scar on his face. He also limps when he walks. The tough guy who struggled to climb back in front of the **** of death.

Coincidentally, Leon knows him.

This guy is called Star Love, a member of the Earl family of Eref. When the orc invasion last time, he was a member of the squad, and he was killed and wounded on the battlefield. Later, although he was found out from the dead heap, he recovered a life under a powerful healing spell, but his broken arm could no longer be cured. It was a horrible curse weapon to cut his arm. Before finding the weapon to purify it, even if it is a high recovery, there is no way to let his broken arm grow again.

This person is a typical soldier. As long as there is a beggar to fight, there are orcs who can kill. He does not care who is leading him. Leon remembered that his grandfather had once evaluated this person, saying that this person is a dog and is good at watching the door. But not for the Igor family to watch the door, nor for the eagle kingdom, he only watches for the human.

Time flies, the fierce one-armed war madness of the year is now dying, and even old enough to go to the battlefield, can only manage some logistics work.

Leon sighed in secret and went up to say hello and asked where he should report.

Old Star looked at his paperwork and nodded. He pointed to the training field in the distance with the only remaining arm: "Go over there, look for Eric, he will be responsible for reviewing your strength, and Use to identify if you are reliable."

“Is the review finished?” asked Leon.

"When he will tell you what to do, I am very busy here." Old Star said with a rough voice, but his look was a bit stunned. "I want to count how many great guys died today..."

Leon was silent, gave him a gift, and walked toward the training field.

Looking at his far-sighted figure, Old Star frowned slightly and said to himself: "This person... always feels a bit familiar... Where have I seen him?"

As an elite scout, although old is old, his skills are degraded, and there is no way to kill him. But his eyesight is still there, and his memory is good. He didn't dare to brag about it, but he could have some impressions if he had met someone who had spoken to him.

Where did the new scout turn and leave, where did you see it?

The old scout meditation for a while, after all, there was no way to find the exact answer from the depths of memory, and finally had a deep sigh.

"Hey! I am really old! It's useless..."

This can't blame him. Leon's identity at the moment is really incapable of connecting him to some noble people. So although his back and his father, the former king who was assassinated by his brother was not so long after he ascended the throne, who would connect the two men together?

Leon didn't know that he was almost seen through his true identity and walked to the training field. In the training field, there are many newly recruited scouts training at this moment. Many elderly veterans are teaching them the skills they need on the battlefield, trying to increase their chances of surviving and winning.

"Your name is Ryan, from the rye town in the four northwestern towns, is a thief?" The chief of the squad, Eric, carefully read his paper and indulged, asking, "Old Rhodes recently Is the body good?"

"Mr. Rhodes has almost retired at the moment. I have not gone to the Void Mask Playground during this time. I really don't know his situation." Leon replied, "But... at least the last autumn harvest, he was still very spirited. of."

Count Eric nodded and asked: "I remember that the Church of the Lord of Light in the town of Rye has been trying to purify a lich. Is it purified?"

"The day I left off has not been purified, but it is said that it should be in these few days." Leon replied, "I spent a lot of time on the road, it is estimated that it has been purified, maybe it still takes a day or two?"

Count Eric nodded again and asked about the situation in the four northwestern towns, especially the rye town. Finally, he took out a blue crystal, looked at the color of the crystal, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Good, you don't lie," he said. "So, let's do a simple strength test."

He pointed to a human figure in the distance and said, "Now, you run as fast as you can, attacking the target - just like attacking a person and then running back."

Leon looked at the target and asked, "Just attack it?"

“Yes,” said Viscount Eric. “You better hurry, the faster you finish, the higher your evaluation.”

So Leon backhand took off the folding short bow hanging on the waist, and twisted the three pieces of metal into a bow arm, then took out the bow string and pulled it out from the leggings. Special aim, open the bow and shoot the arrow, hit the target with one arrow, it is the position of the throat.

"Is this speed okay?" he asked.

Viscount Eric looked stunned. After a few seconds, he couldn’t help but smile and screamed: "Great! Great! Your hand is not like a thief!"

He was talking, suddenly stunned—only the “Rien” figure, which was close at hand, suddenly turned grey, then hidden in the shadow of the tent next to it, disappearing without a trace.

"Adult, in fact, I am also very good at stealth." In just one moment, the voice came from behind him. "In addition, the arrow has a lot of luck. Once again, I can’t guarantee that I can still have an arrow. Shot in the throat."

Viscount Eric was still stunned. This time he was sluggish for a little longer, and there were a few goose bumps on the back.

If you say that the hundred shots of Yang’s shots just made him admire, now that he’s sneaking in the face and turning around in the blink of an eye, he feels a little scared.

"You... really a thief, not an assassin?" He couldn't help but ask, "Sneak, sniper... How does this look like an assassin!"

"Since Mr. Rhodes presided over the thieves' guild in the four northwestern towns, the thieves in the four towns did not do the assassin's business." Leon replied, "I respect Mr. Rhodes and will abide by the rules he has set. But If it is on the battlefield, I am also very happy to perform the assassin's mission."

Viscount Eric suddenly realized that he understood the origin of this Ryan: "The old Rhodes, this person is big, the vision is good, that is, being a polite person, all day and kind, can not move without force ...... I admit that he is a good man to make money, and he has a very good management personnel. In these years, he has made the Northwest Four Towns Thieves Guild bigger and stronger. However, talents like you are buried in the identification of theft tracking all day. It’s a pity in such a small thing!"

Leon smiled and didn't answer.

Although his strong strength makes the lie detector crystal not work for him, but the so-called more words will be lost, lie this thing, or less to say it is wonderful.

"The fighting ability is excellent, the stealth ability is excellent, and the rest is the reconnaissance ability..." Viscount Eric thought for a moment and said, "Have you just walked over, have you noticed how many tents are there in this scout camp? In addition, this Is there anything particularly worth mentioning on the road?"

Leon recalled and said the number of tents, one is not bad. As for the information that deserves special mention... He thought about it and said the number of people killed in the scout camp today when he left the old tower.

Viscount Eric nodded and nodded, finally filed a pen, signed the document and made a comment.

There is no doubt that all three abilities required for scouting are excellent.