CH 233
Chapter 233: Mysterious new magic items
When Robb shouted, the nobles in the back of his carriage could not help laughing and crying, but they really did not know how to complain. Our Godfather is good at everything, and we are a little fond of parodies. But if we were enemy scouts, we wouldn't give you face either.
Baron Nuoln said, "Godfather, you’re issuing the war challenge, aren’t you? Let me help you!"
He held out his wand from the window of the carriage, looked at the scout from a distance, uttered a few words, and his chant was finished. Two blades shot out from the tip of his wand, across the distant space, and flew towards the scout.
However, scouts are not stupid, experienced scouts all know how to control the distance between themselves and the enemy, the position of this scout is beyond the reach of any bow and arrow or magic, and Baron Nuolun's blade only reached half their distance before dissipating feebly in the air.
The wind blade did not hit him, but the scout realized that the group was not good. As soon as he gripped the camel, he turned and ran.
Robb laughed and said, "that's right. Go back and tell your army that Robb from Westwind is here. Run away quickly."
The scout understood that the man who came was the lord of Westwind Town. [Damn it, shouldn't this guy be shivering in the town of Westwind Town, hoping that t heir ten thousand troops would not attack him? He came here to die on his own initiative? He also said that he would attack our army, but did he simply not know whether he wants to live or die? I'll go back and notify the commander right now, and crush you to pieces.]
The scout hurried towards the camp, and soon he reached.
At this announcement, the soldiers of the desert kingdom in the camp burst out laughing.
"Brought dozens of men to meet our army?"
"Are you kidding me? Was your head caught in the door?”
"Can't he bring more people?"
"Even if the scout made a mistake, he’d say that he had brought thousands of people, but he said that he had brought dozens of people."
“Hahaha!”
The soldiers of the desert kingdom rolled back and forth with laughter.
As a matter of fact, the scout himself wanted to laugh, but he could not laugh. He had to hold back. Military intelligence was not child's play. No matter how ridiculous it was, he had to pass it back without error, otherwise his head would fall to the ground.
He rushed all the way to the camp, turned over and got off the camel, and then ran into the camp.
The commander, deputy general, great shaman and great witch doctor, the four bosses of the East Army, were sitting in the middle of the camp for discussion.
The scout knelt on one knee in front of the commander, "Report, Robb of Westwind Town, with several carriages, a team of a hundred men, came to meet our army. And arrogantly told us to run away quickly. He also said that it would be too late if we run slowly. "
Big four: "…..."
It was so outrageous that the four bosses didn't want to talk for a while, and after a while, the deputy general said grotesquely, "it's crazy enough for this man to dare to meet our army with only a few dozen people. how far is he from us now?"
The scout said: "I have come back, how can I know how far away they are from us now? It can only be calculated by doing math! When I was scouting five miles from the camp, I found that Robb’s group was 0.5 miles away from me. I ran back as soon as I found them. My camel was 2.2 times faster than their them. Now the question is, when I have arrived here, how far are they from the camp? "
When Robb shouted, the nobles in the back of his carriage could not help laughing and crying, but they really did not know how to complain. Our Godfather is good at everything, and we are a little fond of parodies. But if we were enemy scouts, we wouldn't give you face either.
Baron Nuoln said, "Godfather, you’re issuing the war challenge, aren’t you? Let me help you!"
He held out his wand from the window of the carriage, looked at the scout from a distance, uttered a few words, and his chant was finished. Two blades shot out from the tip of his wand, across the distant space, and flew towards the scout.
However, scouts are not stupid, experienced scouts all know how to control the distance between themselves and the enemy, the position of this scout is beyond the reach of any bow and arrow or magic, and Baron Nuolun's blade only reached half their distance before dissipating feebly in the air.
The wind blade did not hit him, but the scout realized that the group was not good. As soon as he gripped the camel, he turned and ran.
Robb laughed and said, "that's right. Go back and tell your army that Robb from Westwind is here. Run away quickly."
The scout understood that the man who came was the lord of Westwind Town. [Damn it, shouldn't this guy be shivering in the town of Westwind Town, hoping that t heir ten thousand troops would not attack him? He came here to die on his own initiative? He also said that he would attack our army, but did he simply not know whether he wants to live or die? I'll go back and notify the commander right now, and crush you to pieces.]
The scout hurried towards the camp, and soon he reached.
At this announcement, the soldiers of the desert kingdom in the camp burst out laughing.
"Brought dozens of men to meet our army?"
"Are you kidding me? Was your head caught in the door?”
"Can't he bring more people?"
"Even if the scout made a mistake, he’d say that he had brought thousands of people, but he said that he had brought dozens of people."
“Hahaha!”
The soldiers of the desert kingdom rolled back and forth with laughter.
As a matter of fact, the scout himself wanted to laugh, but he could not laugh. He had to hold back. Military intelligence was not child's play. No matter how ridiculous it was, he had to pass it back without error, otherwise his head would fall to the ground.
He rushed all the way to the camp, turned over and got off the camel, and then ran into the camp.
The commander, deputy general, great shaman and great witch doctor, the four bosses of the East Army, were sitting in the middle of the camp for discussion.
The scout knelt on one knee in front of the commander, "Report, Robb of Westwind Town, with several carriages, a team of a hundred men, came to meet our army. And arrogantly told us to run away quickly. He also said that it would be too late if we run slowly. "
Big four: "…..."
It was so outrageous that the four bosses didn't want to talk for a while, and after a while, the deputy general said grotesquely, "it's crazy enough for this man to dare to meet our army with only a few dozen people. how far is he from us now?"
The scout said: "I have come back, how can I know how far away they are from us now? It can only be calculated by doing math! When I was scouting five miles from the camp, I found that Robb’s group was 0.5 miles away from me. I ran back as soon as I found them. My camel was 2.2 times faster than their them. Now the question is, when I have arrived here, how far are they from the camp? "
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