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MTL - The Amber Sword-Chapter 11 Will of the party
Act 11 Both Wills ()
In the temporarily occupied hall, the light was bright and dark, the candlelight was deliberately reduced, and the dim light dragged a deep nick in the texture of the wood.
The remote corner was quiet, and the air was filled with a sense of sensation.
All of you here are not too accustomed to the bright fire, but as long as the middle-aged man with a pale face and a blindfold doesn't say anything, everyone who dares not make trouble at will.
Sophie's words here may recognize this person, because his appearance has changed little more than a decade later: this is the deputy of Lord Black, the vampire baron, and one-eyed Tagus. He is a member of the Mannling family, a fourteenth generation vampire, and a younger generation. However, compared to his qualifications in the Madara Army, he is far deeper than the Instar Dragon like the hairy boy.
But it doesn't matter, this is just the beginning of the cooperation between them-
Tagus watched the skeleton soldiers move the documents from the library, paused for a while, he turned around and asked the corpse witch around him, "Say, Rothko left you to report what ? "
"Dear General Targus, my master found a scout in that manor." The corpse witch lowered its head and replied in a husky voice.
"So what?" He glanced at it, glancing back at the spread out tactical map.
"He fled."
There were several dismissive smirks around.
The vampire general raised his head, and the subtle voice subsided immediately. He paused before saying: "I see, Rothko did a good job. But I hope it's better, so that he doesn't get distracted by these sidelines-I want to see him hurry before noon To the Belledo Forest. "
The witch nodded respectfully and retreated.
But as soon as it left, a discordant voice was heard in the conference room. This time speaking is a tall skull, which is covered with an old brass armor, and the dark yellow flames in his eyes flash a kind of indignation:
"Master Targus, maybe humans have discovered our attempt, that scout—"
It opened its mouth, but suddenly there was no sound in the leaking jawbone. Because he saw Targus staring at him with only one eye left, this gaze made him subconsciously shut up.
There was a chuckle around, and the irony in it made the flame in his eyes flash with annoyance.
"Kabais."
"Yes!" The tall skull answered immediately.
"Go get this place." Targus pointed to a village on the map.
"Before sunrise," he pointed at the roof again. "I want to see the results--"
"Yes, Lord Targus."
"Weisa, Eberton."
"Here!" Answered in unison,
"Go and attack Webin and block the beach of Dagger."
"Yes, Lord Targus."
"Crow's mouth."
"in!"
"Give you two teams, search and clear this area."
"Yes!"
Targus raised his head and swept across everyone coldly: "You are nobles in the dark, and we want to see you execute every command of me elegantly and quickly, meticulously. A goal. "
He took the lead and stood, put his pale hand on his left shoulder, and said, "Madara wins--"
All the undead stood upright and responded in a deep voice: "Madara will win-"
Targus lowered his head and his eyes fell back to the map again. He first saw the red pine forest in the south of Butch, and then moved up to Green Village, Belledor Forest, and then Ridenburg-continued upward, the Spire Valley.
Human scouts? He smiled coldly.
...
And at the same time, when the full moon was reflected on the top of the pine forest.
There are no wolverines in the mountains of Yu Song, but there is wind in the black pine forest. The cold wind passes through the branches of the trees like a light smoke. The young men in Butch have never spent the night outside, and the misty darkness in the forest always makes them suspicious, as if every shadow is a terrible monster.
But a voice calmed them down--
"Hold this position."
"Yes, it is."
"water--"
"Give me a bandage."
"Squeezed."
Finally finished, Sophie wiped her sweat and let out a long breath.
He felt relieved when he saw a light green +2 emerge from the young man's body.
After the first-aid skill reaches the primary level (level 0), the bandaging recovery effect naturally improves. There is no difference between this book and the game, but everything confirmed in Sophie's memory gives him a lot of peace of mind.
How to clean wounds, prevent infections, stop bleeding, bandaging, and any details and tips to pay attention to, he guides Mark Mi and Nibeto a little bit to do it all. Of course, he has no physical strength to operate, and his own weakness is only better than that of Jonson in a coma.
When Nibelto completed the last step at his prompt, Sophie looked up, only to find that everyone was staring at him dumbfounded.
profession.
They only have this comment in mind.
Even the little Phoenix went back and said to Freya in a serious manner: "Sister, it seems that your technique is quite inferior to-"
As for Freya, she stood beside the crowd, looking like water.
Sure enough, it was before that he made excuses to approach himself, shameless! She couldn't help but come to a conclusion, and she looked at Roman with some worry, but saw that the latter was counting the spoils on the ground with a smug look.
This dead girl.
It is a pity that only Sophie himself knows that all his knowledge comes from the skill of “battle first aid”. Only when he thinks about this skill in the list, these knowledge are presented one by one in his memory. In young people's memory, most of the primary battlefield first aid knowledge comes from the first three sections of the book "Gerson's Holy Cross", which focuses on bandaging techniques. Sophie happens to know Gerson in the game and is now the Grand Priest of Braggs.
The contents of this book are as if he had personally seen them, as if after hundreds of studies. That handy feel is like opening a plug-in to learn ambulance techniques.
Unfortunately, Dafan also needs to pay the price to open the plug-in-
On the other hand.
Sophie quickly learned that in fact, the third militia unit of Butch had ten members, including Freya, followed by Marky, Essen, Ike, and Phoenix, who were more familiar with him.
Then there was Nibeto and Vlad, who did not like to speak. The two brothers were mountain people who had migrated from the Bola area. They upheld the quiet character of the locals and loved officers more than words.
Jonson followed, but the latter was unconscious and had a low chance of waking up.
Then there is the dreaming merchant lady, and the girl with her. Sophie later learned that it was the daughter of the baker in the town, but she was somewhat introverted and not as generous as the other two ladies.
This girl is called Bessa, and she has a soft temper, but at least she is a kind girl with a good heart.
This is all the people that Sophie needs to deal with. It looks like they are very good young people, but Sophie knows that this is a newcomer among a group of newcomers and does not understand what they will face next.
So he thought for a moment before asking, "Do you have any plans?"
The smile on his face disappeared the next moment, and there was silence.
"Let's go to Ridenburg." After a while, Essen suggested.
"That's right, Captain Madden will go there, too," Ike echoed.
Unsurprisingly, but Sophie shook her head.
He looked up at the young men, and from their faces he saw silence and frustration for tomorrow. Even though Freya looked slightly better, her white hands with clenched knuckles betrayed her true mood.
Only Roman replied, "I'm with Brando."
This answer made Sophie both mad and funny. But the confession of this merchant lady made people feel good. The young man paused and said, "Well, I agree with you at one point-the most important thing we have is to leave here."
"That's where you disagree, right?" Freya asked.
Sophie nodded. "Who has a map?"
Everyone looked at each other, who would have that kind of thing? Although they are militia, in most cases the militia is under the command of the local police. To put it bluntly, they are just reserve teams.
Sophie also realized that she had lost her mouth. Carrying maps without permission in Eruin would be treated as a spy. He always brought himself into the identity of a traveler, forgetting that he is now a member of this world.
And here, there are no more players.
"It seems the guards have it ..." Markmy stammered behind the crowd.
Sophie shook her head and said to her, isn't that nonsense. He sighed and turned back to Miss Merchant. "Roman, give me a sword."
"Okay, Brando."
Sophie took the sword and drew two lines on the soft ground.
"This is the Wechsler River, this is the Yusong River."
He clicked between the two rivers with the tip of his sword: "This is Butch, this is Qingcun, this is Weibin."
He just sketched out an outline with a few simple strokes, but it opened the eyes of young people again. After all, in this era, few people have such a good understanding of the world-
"Isn't that three towns?" Besa couldn't help covering her mouth.
"It's amazing. It turns out that's what we are here." Ike had some admiration at Sophie's eyes.
"Is Butch here?"
"Brando, how do you know?" Everyone asked eloquently, after all, it was a young man, or he couldn't hold back his mind.
Sophie shook her head.
Just kidding, he didn't recognize Sanshou Village, so he might as well find a piece of tofu and hit him. Of course, the answer can't be like this, he deliberately asked: "Did you not learn, tactical map?"
Tactical map? what is that?
Everyone was at a loss, Martha was on the line. Did the Braggs' militia learn this?
Everyone could not help but revere a little blindly.
However, our protagonist laughed secretly in his heart. This thing would not even be grasped by ordinary junior sergeants in the regular army. It would be strange that the militiamen could learn. But of course he wouldn't disassemble himself in person, but instead clicked where the two rivers meet:
"This is Lidenburg."
"Ah, is this Ridenburg?" Roman asked curiously.
"What's wrong?" Sophie could not help but look up and heard the snoring laughter around him.
"That's it, Brother Brando. When Roman was a kid, he envied the businessmen in Rittenberg. He clamored every day to be a businessman. On one occasion, she ran out and said she wanted to go to Ridenburg for big business. "Phoenix not only immediately turned to treason, but also sold it.
The people around couldn't help laughing.
"What happened?" Sophie asked.
"Haha, she lost her way in the forest halfway, and later Uncle Seall went to get her back." Little Phoenix laughed.
"No, nothing like that." Roman eyebrows raised.
Sophie glanced at the future merchant lady and couldn't help thinking that it seemed that she had not learned enough lessons.
"Well, let's get back to the topic. Why do you want to go to Ridenburg?" He cleared his emotions and continued to ask.
"There are troops there."
"Captain Madden they will definitely go there."
"So is my uncle." The crowds started talking again and again, but they all mean the same thing. They each have their own loved ones. Although they have separated for a while, maybe they will go to Ridenburg, so why not go to Ridden. What about fort?
This answer makes Sophie somewhat unable to refute. This is also normal. Who will leave her relatives? But he also knew that most of those who escaped from Butch would be overtaken by Madara's army. And now going to Rittenberg can only be thrown into the net.
Sophie knew very well that at this time they had to march in parallel with the ‘Death’ Cabaz department, then staggered it into the Belledor Forest, and grabbed the dagger beach before Eberton and Vesa encircled. From there, they will enter the deer hunting forest, rubbing Instaron's main force to arrive at Anzek, and inform the local defense team of the Instaron's flanking Gusta Department's march plan.
Only in this way can these people be saved, and Eruin will not be defeated as badly as history.
But how does he speak?
Forget it, it's still the old rule, take it one step at a time. He rubbed his heavier forehead and changed his words: "Okay, we can go in the direction of Ridenburg first and decide what to do next depending on the situation."
Then he looked up, looking exactly at Freya's worried look, and the young girl obviously didn't believe his words.
"Mr. Brando?"
"Nothing, it's just a judgment. Maybe things will change." He smiled at the girl. But having said that, he couldn't help sighing.
The reality is cruel, and he has no choice but to be weak. Of course, if given the chance, he will definitely find a way to try it once.
Otaku, that's so naive.
He couldn't help laughing at himself--