Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 462 Attack
Just four people, want to stop an entire sect from coming out in full force? No matter how you think about it, it's impossible, right? Even if they can use the development array left in this camp to see through the assassins' invisibility, how many people are there in the entire sect? Even if they just rely on numbers, those guys can pile them up to death.

"... Karak, Scar, don't you think too little of yourselves?"

???

The two men's expressions instantly became very confused, and seeing this, Noshir continued to explain.

"Think about it carefully, both of you. Think about what kind of lineup we have now? A battle-hardened paladin with multiple oath abilities, a powerful barbarian who has been in hell for eight years and is still alive, a hell wizard who can cast nine-ring spells, plus me, a man who can hack to death giant monsters, capture the Chosen One alone, and pull the city back from hell. With such a combination, can't we deal with some assassins who are hiding their heads and showing their tails?"

!!! It seems to make sense!
Looking at the two people with expressions of sudden enlightenment, Noshil shook his head speechlessly.

"Being cautious is a good quality, but being too cautious is not being cautious, but being cowardly. Hesitating at critical moments will make you miss many good opportunities to attack. But it's not your fault. Maybe my previous description of Gotash made you overestimate the enemy. But what I want to say is that we can overestimate the enemy, but overestimating the enemy is only to make us more cautious in facing a strong enemy, rather than overestimating the enemy to the point of losing the courage to fight against it. That would be putting the cart before the horse."

Karak scratched his head embarrassedly, and Scar coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment. However, as a veteran, Scar quickly controlled his emotions, and after his expression returned to normal, he continued to speak.

"You're right, Noshir. Our strength is indeed far greater than before. But I never expected that the experience I accumulated in fighting against the legion would constrain me now, making me unable to see that I have become much stronger than before... Sigh, things are unpredictable. I will go and inform the commander now and ask him to withdraw his troops back to the city."

After saying this, Scar immediately turned around and walked towards the camp where the Flame Fist was currently stationed.

"That's good, but Scar, can you command these soldiers?"

Scar turned around and responded.

"Don't worry, it's okay. Although we are not the nominal commanders of this unit, that's only because we are outsiders. If outsiders can directly take over the command, some soldiers will inevitably be dissatisfied. So in order to avoid this kind of trouble, we don't have the nominal right to command these soldiers. But in fact, before the departure, this unit has been asked by Consultant Florrick to listen to our opinions and suggestions to the greatest extent possible."

"Although following advice is not 100% control, we now have sufficient reasons to ask them to withdraw, and if the reasons are sufficient, they will listen to our advice."

After Scar explained this to Noshil, he immediately turned around and returned to the location where the troops were stationed. He told the current commander about the current situation and wanted him to withdraw his troops from this area as soon as possible.

Karak followed and tried to persuade them to leave quickly with Scar. With the efforts of both, the army finally set out again and embarked on the road back. In this way, the area was cleared. When everyone else was completely away from the battlefield, everyone gathered again and began to discuss the next battle plan.

Although they were discussing the battle plan, they lacked intelligence on the enemy, so they didn't know how many troops the enemy had, how many people they would send to attack, when they would attack, and how many experts there would be among them.
They were not even sure whether these guys would launch an attack today, or maybe they would not launch an attack at all. This was also possible.

Precisely because everything is unknown, if Noshil and his team want to work out a perfect battle plan, they must collect enough intelligence in advance.

So Nosher asked Mizora to reorganize the developing array in the abandoned camp so that it could cover the battlefield he had chosen, so as to avoid being surrounded by these sneaky assassins without knowing it.

She was also allowed to use the sixth-ring level of creating undead and the sixth-ring group controlling undead to control a large number of invisible ghosts, scattering these things into the deep tunnels and the surrounding space. The ghost that could sense the breath of living things was both the first line of sight and the radar for collecting intelligence.

Once any ghost discovers a suspicious target, that ghost will immediately inform Mizola, who will immediately inform Noshir, who will immediately send out a beast spirit in his body, and let the beast spirit whose vision and senses are connected to Noshir go to the front line to obtain more detailed news and intelligence.

In this way, hard work pays off. Under such a strict search mode, Nosher and his team soon discovered a medium-sized group that was not small, moved stealthily, and moved extremely quickly.

The group suddenly appeared in a sunken tunnel about two kilometers away from the camp where Noshir was currently located. The group suddenly rushed out of the tunnel that had never been discovered by anyone.

Then, led by a tall man with blood-red skin, wearing full body armor with copper edges and spikes all over, carrying a huge sword on his back, they quickly rushed towards the location of the camp.

Good news, their waiting and preparation were not in vain, the enemy really crawled out from an unknown passage, trying to do something bad secretly, Noshil's brain waves actually matched the thinking of that group of crazy people, so now the group is ready to rely on the advantage of vision to give them a hard blow.

The bad news is that when Noshir saw the giant man for the first time through the beast spirit, he recognized the giant man's true identity.

The man was none other than Shaflock Ankif, Baal's favorite hundreds of years ago and a former boss who had left a significant chapter in history. Although Noshir had not played the previous game of Baldur's Gate, judging from his performance in Baldur's Gate 3 alone, this guy was definitely not a good person.

(End of this chapter)