Chapter 120 Rescue Squad (Ⅱ)

"And Jamie and Gray, it's safer to take them with you." Joan continued Tom's words, "When we camp at night, Jamie can watch for us and use his unusually sensitive nose to sniff out Potential threats, in case of encountering enemies or wild beasts on the way, Gray is the most reliable combat force."

Mayor Tyndale was actually reluctant for his son to take the risk of crossing the jungle to deliver the letter, but on second thought, wouldn't it be dangerous to stay in the town and wait to die? He just nodded and reluctantly agreed with Dick and Roger's proposal. The two brothers, Joan, Tom, Weiss, the half-breed winter wolf Jamie, and the gray sack gray will form a "rescue team" to go to the far south of the river valley. Military camp delivery.

Without further ado, Mayor Tyndale set to work at once. Guillaume Tell winked at his grandson, Joan nodded knowingly, and followed his grandfather to a secluded place.

The old man Tire looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and said to Joan in a low voice: "This time you are going to the southern military camp to deliver the letter. On the way, you have to pass through the woodlands outside the 'Screaming Forest', where goblins often appear. Be more careful."

"Don't worry, I will take care of myself."

Joan is actually not too worried about the goblins wandering in groups and looting in the forest, the kind of bullying little waste who usually dare not attack well-equipped adventure teams, not to mention that there are such visually oppressive people like Gray in the team. Big monsters, cowardly goblins will be scared to hide when they see the gray bag beast from a distance. He was even more worried that his whereabouts would be exposed during the delivery of the letter, which would attract a large group of lizardman cavalry to hunt him down.

"After you arrive at the barracks..." Guillaume Tell hesitated for a moment, leaned into his grandson's ear, and said almost word for word, "If you really can't convince Major Vasa to send troops to help, you don't want to come back. To Port Leyton!"

Joan was taken aback and looked at Grandpa in astonishment. The old man seemed to look normal, but Qiao An caught a trace of imperceptible love in his eyes. This moment of eye contact made Qiao An realize that her grandfather actually had a deep affection for her, but this lonely and stubborn old man didn't bother to reveal his true feelings, and he didn't reveal his true feelings to his grandson until the moment of life and death. Say the meaningful exhortation just now.

Joan bit her lips tightly, resisting the urge to shed tears and nodded. He didn't want to be a deserter, but he also knew that if he didn't nod his grandfather, he wouldn't feel at ease.

"All that needs to be said has been said, let's go back." The old man raised his skinny palm and patted his grandson's immature shoulder, "I wish you a safe journey."

Joan accompanied her grandfather back to the town hall, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Mayor Tyndale sternly admonishing the two sons, as if asking Dick and Roger to abide by a certain agreement, and judging from the faces of the two young people, this The brothers were clearly reluctant to take their father's advice.

Mayor Tyndale changed the subject alertly when he saw someone coming in. Joan only heard a few words, but it is not difficult to guess the content of the conversation just now by observing the expressions of Tyndale, father and son. The advice given to Dick and Roger by the mayor is likely to be exactly the same as the advice given to him by his grandfather just now. The young and vigorous Tyndall brothers must have disliked their father's advice for being too selfish, which compromised the heroism of the two brothers. Perhaps only after they became parents themselves can they truly appreciate the painstaking efforts of their elders.

After waiting another two minutes, Tom brought Wes, Jamie and Gray to the town hall. Of course, Jamie and Gray had no objection to the next action, anyway, they would follow Joan wherever he went. Weiss also felt that it was necessary to go to the barracks for help, and suggested going on the road overnight. However, when everyone was about to mount their horses, the lizardman prince suddenly stopped and looked back, with a strange expression on his face.

"Wes, what's the matter, are you feeling unwell?" Tom asked with concern.

"It's nothing..." Weiss patted his forehead hard, and murmured, "Just now it seemed that there was a gust of cold wind blowing from behind, and I couldn't help shivering."

Joan didn't notice any cold wind, and guessed that Weiss might be too tired, coupled with mental stress, to have hallucinations.

"If you don't feel well, there's no need to hold on. It doesn't matter if you don't go."

"It really doesn't matter to me, it's getting late, let's get on the road." Weiss got on the horse and sat sideways on the saddle.

If normal straddle saddles were used, the lizardman's tail would be very obstructive and there would be no place to put it, so Mayor Tyndale specially replaced the horse prepared by Weiss with a "female saddle". The original design of this saddle is to facilitate the riding of ladies wearing long skirts. The rider can sit on the saddle sideways with his legs together, and gallop the horse gracefully.

One of the reasons lizardmen don't like riding horses is that their tails get in the way, and this pair of women's saddles is just right. Weiss was riding on horseback, and he couldn't help admiring that human brains are more clever, and they can always invent such wonderful and practical devices.

Brothers Joan, Tom, and Tyndale also mounted their horses, and Jamie and Gray were used to running long distances, walking as fast as a galloping horse. A group of people left Delin Town in the dark. In order not to alert the lizardman scouts scattered outside the town, they deliberately avoided the avenue and walked south along the bushy river beach.

...

At the same time when Qiao An and his party set off overnight, in the depths of the swamp dozens of miles away, Elder Basong was sitting cross-legged in front of a pool of water, his dim eyes staring at the reflection of the water surface.

Cottard stood behind Elder Bassoon with his arms folded, also staring at the reflection in the pool water. Although the surface of the water was slightly rippled by the night wind, a group of humans could still be clearly seen talking, among them was the one-eyed young mage who caused Cottard a lot of trouble during the day, and his most hated son of Miric, Weiss .

Weiss in the water mirror seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly turned his head to look around. His face was rapidly enlarged in the water mirror, as if he was about to stick out of the pool.

Elder Bassong waved his hand, the pool set off waves, and the image on the water surface quickly shattered, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

"Why don't you continue to monitor?" Cottard asked.

"Weiss' perception is quite keen, and I'm worried that continuing to monitor will arouse his vigilance." Elder Bassoon replied softly.

"If we can't keep monitoring Weiss and the others, how will we know where they are going to flee next?" Cottard asked displeased.

Elder Bassong smiled faintly, stroked the water with his fingertips, and the ripples subsided.

"Master Patriarch, don't worry, I will continue to use 'Scry' to monitor that group of people, but the perspective of scrying will not be locked on Weiss, it is too risky to use scrying on a shaman with keen perception, okay There are four humans accompanying Weiss on the road, among them, the big man carrying the ax and the dwarf in iron armor seem to be slow-sensing guys, more suitable as the perspective of scrying."

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