Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1636 1608. Cloak Man

Seeing that Sachia took a deep breath but did not give any orders, some people in the crowd were surprised, but no one took it seriously.

It's normal for the human brain to get stuck when suddenly remembering something.

As a result, the silence and seriousness of everyone who was ready to listen to orders disappeared, and everyone started discussing in a low voice again.

But in a place that only a few people noticed, one of the tall cloaked men had already taken advantage of the dim sky and the flickering firelight to bury his figure in the shadow of the dense vegetation near the Pontar River Valley.

The magic cloak was so spacious that even if a person of normal size reached behind his waist to take something out of the bag, it would not be noticeable.

At this moment, the person in the magic cloak is taking out a metal disc-shaped object with his hand.

It is about the size of a music box, and is engraved with intricate and complex magic runes.

After holding it in the hand, a buzzing sound that only the holder can hear appears in the ear.

Along the way, the cloaked man passed by several campfires in the open spaces between the woods. These were the rebel soldiers who were resting and guarding in groups.

When people see the cloaked man passing by, they will subconsciously straighten their backs and sit up straight, and immediately swallow back any jokes or dirty jokes in their mouths.

But it is different from the high-pressure supervision and inspection in the general army. In the traditional army, the role of inspection is to make people tense after they appear, and to force the will of the superiors to be passed on to the lower ranks of the army.

After all, in feudal armies, the commander has great authority over the life and death of soldiers.

Therefore, it is common for people to be overly cautious and suffer from psychological stress to the point of collapse.

But in the areas where the cloaked man passed, the soldiers showed nervousness, but most of them were like "I will do my best!" and "I am serious!"

This is just like wanting to show off oneself, and the tension mixed in is not a pathological mentality.

The cloaked man nodded to them and then continued walking in a certain direction.

The magic metal plate in his hand was not ordinary.

It is a new type of magic item developed by northern wizards based on the groundbreaking communication system built by the southern marshal Menno Cuhoon on the battlefield during the Battle of Sodden Mountain.

The original intention was to universally enhance communication efficiency and communication distance, and ultimately build a communication network like the one built by Menno Coehoorn during that war.

But new technologies are ultimately synonymous with high costs and unreliability.

The magic of long-distance communication used by warlocks was adopted, but it was fixed on the props. However, the means that could monitor the warlocks' communication before can now monitor this prop.

I heard that many wizards have realized the importance of confidentiality and anti-reconnaissance, and have begun to develop some new communication spells, or directly develop an encryption spell.

But this is still under development and it is not easy to see results.

Although the cloaked man was not a sorcerer, he knew that throughout the entire Civil War front, even during the precious truce period, dense communication lines and monitoring lines were laid in the sky invisible to ordinary people relying on chaos magic.

Because of this, although he received some very wealthy support and had such a thing in his hands, he did not use it much.

Most of the time, people use original handwritten letters and messengers to deliver the messages.

Just as the king's officials did with truly important news.

However, at the moment, the performance of this magic item is only possible when the contacts who have the same magic device are at a very close distance.

Following the response of the magic props in his hand, the cloaked man ran all the way, and his speed was not hindered at all in the woods.

'This kind of magic device should only be produced in Aretuza at present.

Based on this premise, what will come is'

As he ran, the sound of the magic cloak scraping against the branches and leaves of the woods and bushes could be heard continuously.

But when they suddenly walked to an open space far away from the rebel camp, the scraping sound of the cloaked man suddenly stopped.

The sun's rays were only on the top of the mountain, illuminating the outline of the mountain. The moon, with its starry sky, began to occupy the sky.

It was even darker in the woods.

But no one present was an ordinary person, so the occasional blue electric sparks from the Qilin were enough.

"This thing is a bit more useful now that it's been modified." Lan En put away the conical crystal in his hand, took off his hood on horseback and said with a smile.

He did not possess the same type of magic item as the cloaked man. Instead, it was the Aretuza Academy that developed this item and directly grafted the signal of the original spell onto his conical crystal.

The demon hunter's eyes glow in the dim light.

Decades ago, an ignorant fool would have felt that this was a disaster, but now, the cloaked man only felt a sense of peace in his heart.

With a 'rustle' sound, he also opened his cloak.

But it's different from Lan En's big cloak that he actually put on.

This magic cloak can be taken off completely with one lift.

"Good night, my Lord. I am delighted to meet you at this hour."

"Stuart, you should smile when you say you are overjoyed." Lan En got off the saddle, "Otherwise it will be too fake. It won't give a good impression." The young knight showed off his handsome face that had become complete again.

However, those years of disability still left his expression with a gloomy and cold look that seemed to never fade.

His equally sparkling amber cat eyes were looking at Lan without any concealment.

"But you know me, so it doesn't matter."

"I understand you, but not everyone understands you. How are you going to carry out your work in this way?" Lan En said half complaining and half jokingly, "Cassandra, what do you think of him?"

The falconer looked like she was having a lot of fun at this point. There was no doubt that the Kirin, which had slightly increased its speed, made her feel very happy.

"Wow." Cassandra jumped down lightly, her face still flushed with excitement. She looked at Stuart who was looking at her and nodded.

"A gloomy warrior? That's not a bad thing. I've seen many great warriors with this personality trait. Did I tell you that Nikolaos was also stern in battle? But in all of Sparta, no one would doubt his passion for battle."

Lan En was quite speechless: "The work of one or two people is not just about fighting."

But after he shook his head and complained, he turned around and responded to Stuart with a smile.

"Good night, Stuart. Nice to see you, too."
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"We'll just conduct a stealth raid tonight!"

For some reason, after a cloaked man joined the team and brought a beautiful female warrior with a strange accent, Sakia and Iorveth suddenly seemed to have gained more confidence.

Announced the decision to everyone directly.

It made many people a little confused.

"Sakia" Even Yarpan, a dwarf who always trusted the Dragon Slayer and was straightforward, muttered in a roundabout way, "We just fought a close battle with them during the day, this was that night."

"Of course, this doesn't mean that I'm afraid of death and don't want to carry out your plan. You know, I always say what I mean. But..."

As he spoke, Yarpen's little eyes kept glancing at Cassandra.

This was not because he had any thoughts about the agile and beautiful falconer. It was simply a combat mission, and a person who was unknown to anyone and appeared for the first time was sent in out of nowhere.

Especially since this mission is clearly dangerous. Who can be sure of it?
And
"So, our goal tonight is to sneak in secretly, open the city gate, and meet the troops outside the city?"

The woman bent over with her arms folded across her chest, and glanced at the crude map on the table illuminated by the firelight. She spoke with great interest, as if she was not aware of the danger at all.

Not only that, what made Yarpen Zigrin and other humans feel angry was that this guy had just heard the mission objective!

Are they really going to be sent in to carry out the mission?!
A slight hesitation appeared on Sachia's face.

But when she glanced to the side and saw the new cloaked man nodded slightly to her, her expression of trust and decision returned to her.

"Tonight, no mistakes or omissions, no objections." Sakia announced decisively, "Now, pick out everyone. The mission will begin in five hours."

Iorveth was the first to respond. He touched his chest and bowed slightly towards Sakia: "The elves are ready to be deployed at any time."

Yarpan and several other human commanders opened their mouths, but could only say: "Dwarves (humans) also obey orders."

Not finished yet.

The cloaked man who had just arrived from nowhere walked up to the table where Sakia was arranging tactics.

This move puzzled many people, because before this, the cloaked people did not participate in the command. They just enforced military discipline and led the charge.

But this new one is obviously not the same as the others.

After taking a quick look at the simple map of Vergen, he tapped on it a few times and leaned close to whisper something to Sachia.

The Dragon Slayer of Aedirn turned her head to look at him in surprise. Perhaps because of the firelight, her face was flushed.

"We only have 2,000 people, and the other side has 800, and they are still in the city! Can we take them all? I think we can annihilate more than 300, and it will be a big deal if we can drive the rest out."

Sakia also said something in a low voice, but only a few people present could vaguely hear it.

The new cloaked man nodded again.

So Sachia thought for a moment and then shouted, "Yalpan!"

"I'm here!"

"Don't join in the nighttime infiltration raids."

"What did you tell me?!"

"This is an order. There is something else that needs a team leader."

No matter how straightforward the dwarf was, Yarpan knew who had the problem by now.

His beard was about to stand on end, and he looked at the cloaked man next to Sakia with an aggressive look as if he wanted to eat him.

(End of this chapter)