Chapter 25: Sneak On! Selbo

  In the camp, Nadal, who was keeping watch with a group of wolfmen, felt somewhat melancholic. Once one of the top warriors of the Iron Fist Army, he was now working for a minotaur, helping him train an army composed of magical creatures. Looking at the wolfmen beside him, who would occasionally leave the campfire to patrol in the darkness, Nadal thought that these well-trained magical creatures were far stronger than his former comrades in the Iron Fist.

  According to the training manual of that demon, the trained warriors not only cooperate well during battles, but also some special training against demons' characteristics has brought out the advantages that demons originally have. Just like these werewolves around us now, who used to howl when attacking, have completely become stealthy killers.

  Not only are they skilled in the use of various tools, but there has also been a significant change in their attacking methods. Nadal, who witnessed these demons being trained, couldn't imagine that with the same number, Sart's warriors could still defeat them without suffering too much loss as before.

  And the demon leading this legion was extremely clever, if it wasn't for Captain Reforla telling him some true thoughts, Nadal might have been fooled by that one gold coin salary every month, occasionally gathering these remaining Iron Hammer Legion soldiers to hold meetings with the theme of unjustified Saint Faye City Conquest, and getting confused during annual holidays. Buying and manipulating people's hearts was a usual tactic for that demon.

  If he could, Nadal would have liked to flee immediately to the Council City and tell those still ignorant councilors about the situation here. Let all of Erland launch an attack, destroy that place called Thunder Hill, and kill that demon before it becomes too powerful. But he couldn't do so because Rayford had made a bet with that demon to save their lives and lost to it.

  "Is this really okay?" Nadal looked up at the three-colored three moons in the sky, muttering to himself with some confusion: "If that demon is not stopped, perhaps no one will be able to defeat him again."

  "Someone!" The werewolf beside Nadal suddenly stood up and said in a low voice, looking at the dark woods not far away: "It's already quite close."

  "Is that so?" Nadal, hearing the werewolf's words, also stood up from the blanket and said: "How many are there on the other side?" As for why Nadal could hear the demon language, it was all thanks to the charm magic. The power obtained by sacrificing over a hundred elves' lives allowed these Sault warriors who needed to communicate with demons to gain the ability to do so.

  "Indeed a sensitive nose." A man from the Central Plains, wearing chain armor, stood up from a nearby thicket, holding up his hands and slowly approaching, saying: "No wonder you're a werewolf, by the way, how did you make these wolves so obedient?"

  "What's that smell on you." As the man from Zhongyuan drew closer, a foul odor emanated from his body. Nadal couldn't help but cover his nose to block out the stench.

  "It's the feces of a magical creature." From behind a tree not far from where the Central Plains person appeared, Groke walked out like a shrub and said: "This will prevent the werewolf's nose from picking him up hundreds of meters away. Your stealth skills are pretty good, almost didn't discover you."

  "Your skills aren't bad either." The man from the Central Plains smiled and said: "We'll have another chance to compete, I thought no one had discovered me yet."

  "I think you didn't come here in the middle of the night just to try me out, did you?" Groke walked over to the campfire and said to Nadal, "Go wake up the captain, I think this guest must have a lot he wants to say."

  "Hmm, be careful." Nadal nodded and let the other werewolves go to search in the forest before running towards the camp.

  "So, tell me about your intentions first." Groke pointed to the blanket beside the campfire, gesturing for the Central Plains person to sit down and said: "It was also you who was snooping around the campsite this morning?"

  "That's right." The man from the Central Plains put down his raised hands and sat on the blanket, laughing and saying: "So that person who followed me for a long time this morning was you, wasn't it? My name is Serbo, a defeated Carthaginian knight."

  "Are you kidding me?" Groke raised an eyebrow, somewhat displeased, and said: "Do you mean to say that my scouting ability as a Ranger is not even comparable to yours as a Knight?"

  "No, no, no, I didn't mean that at all." Sears hastily denied, "Before becoming a knight, I lived in the mountains with my father when I was young and hunted for quite some time. Being a knight is just an occupation I chose after joining the army later on."

  "A knight who used to be a hunter." Groke chuckled and said, "That must have been an unusual experience. As far as I know, most knights are nobles from Carthage."

  "It's been subjected to quite a bit of ostracism." Serbo pursed his lips and spread his hands, saying: "However, not all nobles are like that. There are still many who maintain the original quality of the nobility, such as one of my friends who is a good guy. Alright, I've told you this much, shouldn't you tell me something too? For example, how do you control these demons and also speak their language?"

  "That's because we've been giving a Minotaur some work recently." Reforla, who was woken up in the middle of the night and brought several Minotaurs to the campfire on the outskirts of the camp, said: "A midnight visit, what business do you have?"

  "Give a Minotaur work?" Serpo laughed distrustfully and said: "If you say it's a dragon, I might still believe. But a Minotaur? Heh...".

  "Believe it or not, now regardless of who we are working for, you have to state your purpose." Refor didn't ignore Selbo's sneer and said: "If you're hoping that your companion will escape while you attract attention, then you've miscalculated."

  "My defense may not be able to completely control the entire valley entrance, but discovering a few people with intentions to sneak in won't be a problem."

  "We want to go through this pass, into Carthage in the south," said Serpio. "Since you are not Caesar's men, then you should have no reason to attack us, right? If you're worried that we'll harm your village or something else you want to protect. I can guarantee that we don't have many people and any village is safe from us."

  "The orders I received are not to let any fugitives pass through this valley." Reforra refused, "If you want to go through Eran, take a detour in another direction."

  "This road is the fastest." Serpo shook his head and said, "If we take a detour, it will at least take us another month, and we don't have that time to waste here."

  "Are you nobles?" Refora suddenly said something unrelated when he heard Serupo's words.

  "What do you mean?" Serpo asked, clearly not understanding Refora's words, and asked cautiously: "Is it a noble, what does this have to do with anything?"

  "If you are nobles of sufficient stature to affect the royal family, I can let you pass through here," Reforath said. "All you need do is go to Thundercrest, not far from here, and speak with my employer. And my employer will guarantee that you will leave Eran safely."

  "This I cannot decide." Serpo thought for a moment and said: "I need to consult with my master."

  "Isn't your employer right next to you?" Glock laughed and pointed to the nearby cliff, saying: "You deliberately lured me away, wasn't it so that your master could pass through without being detected?"

  "Alright." Serp said somewhat weakly, raising his left hand: "Since you've already discovered it, we can say that our plan has completely failed. As for what's next, let my master discuss it with you."

  After waiting for a while, two figures appeared from the direction of the cliff. A tall knight wearing blackened armor carried a travel pack and had a weak boy on his back. The blonde girl in half-armor grasped the long sword at her waist with vigilance, her expressionless face showing no signs of tension.

  After Serp told the girl what they had just discussed, the girl who had been deep in thought for a moment looked at the boy who was still unconscious and said, "In that case, let's go there once."

  "I'll dispatch a pack of werewolves to escort you along the way." Reforla said after hearing the girl's words, "However, it would be best to confirm whether or not you are indeed nobles who can influence the royal family."

  Upon hearing Reflet's words, the girl lifted her own hand, allowing Reflet to see clearly the pattern on her ring, and said in a gentle yet unusually firm voice: "I am the princess of Carthage, Altoria."

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  This was last night's portion, but after typing it out, the internet cut off and I didn't get a chance to send it.