"Did you hear anything just now?" Enteris looked at Brian, who was commanding soldiers to lay out the defense line at the bottom of the hole.

"Voice?" Brian stopped the work in his hand and looked around with confusion, "No, Miss Itise, I heard no other sound except the sound of water."

"Is that right?" she frowned, "Did I hear it wrong?"

"What kind of sound is it?"

"Like a horn, it's very turbid...it's very close to the sound of water," Itis paused, "it seemed to be coming from the south."

It was the direction where the witches explored in depth. The surging river disappeared from north to south and disappeared into the dark cave. Although there were some shiny and strange plants on both sides, they could not illuminate too far. The entire waterway was like an entrance to the abyss, swallowing everything she saw.

"Well... I think it may be because we are located deep in the snow-capped mountains, we can't see the sky, and even the lack of firelight." Brian showed a considerate smile. "It's okay for the soldiers who have been to the battlefield, but you will feel nervous. If you feel uneasy, you will return to the entrance of the passage with Miss Maggie later."

A familiar expression and familiar words...Etis was not surprised by the statement of the Musket Battalion Commander. Although she was wearing light leather armor and helmet and a sword hanging around her waist, most people still regarded her as a bystander sent by the city hall, or... a pearl-like woman, just like her title, was beautiful and fragile. It is precisely because of this that caring and pleasing along the way seemed very common.

But they didn't understand that the pearls produced by giant clams in the north were all soaked in blood.

The blood of fish, the blood of water beasts... and even the blood of fishermen.

That's why they grow so huge, giving birth to round pearls as big as fists.

Since the beginning, Roland Wimbledon has ignored her appearance and even treated her as an opponent.

"Thank you, but it's better for me to stay here. If I escape alone, wouldn't it be embarrassing to His Majesty's Town Hall?" However, Itise did not express what he thought. She smiled and declined Brian's suggestion. This smile made the other party a little stunned. After a while, he turned his gaze away embarrassedly.

"I don't think your Majesty and Lord Barov will mind this..." Brian coughed twice, "but I don't quite understand why you should follow the First Army to such a dangerous place?"

"That way you will trust me," Itti said without any concealment.

"What?"

"You must have heard of the battle of God's will," she said frankly. "When a war that determines fate comes, your Majesty naturally cannot take into account all aspects of the battle situation. He needs many officials to assist him in commanding the army, and the army also needs people from the city hall to provide logistics and support. And at that time, will you believe in an official who has fought side by side with you, or a guy who sits in the office and deals with manuscripts all day long?"

"..." Brian showed surprise on his face, and was stunned for a moment before speaking, "You really dare to say these..."

Of course Itise knew what he was referring to. Even a former patrol captain who was born and raised in the village could understand the meaning of this. To put it nicely, it was called assisting and commanding, and to put it badly, it was called intervening power. If it were other lords, it was absolutely intolerable, especially the group of knights under his command, which must be controlled by himself.

But now the number of the First Army has exceeded 5,000, and the Knights' approach is obviously too behind. In fact, the General Staff formed by His Majesty is such an organization between the army and the Town Hall. The final power is still to him, and the command power below will only spread further. It was because of the clear idea of ​​Roland Wimbledon that Itise dared to say these words. She did not intend to join the General Staff, but just wanted to expand her influence as much as possible.

"If it were other kings, of course I wouldn't dare, but His Majesty Roland is different..." She smiled, "You must know that even the city hall officials need to go to the front line to participate in the battle in the future to be eligible for promotion. Since I said this in front of everyone, I have to set an example."

"Your Majesty...he agreed?"

"No, I can only say I didn't object."

"Uh, that's not the same as agreeing?" Brian said in confusion.

"Politics cannot be understood so much," Itis spreads his hands, "even verbal promises may not be counted before they become clauses, let alone silence."

"So that's it..." The Musket Battalion Commander couldn't help but sigh, "Politics is really complicated."

"That's right."

In addition, further entering the witches, understanding their abilities and personalities, and living with them is also the purpose of this trip.

Your Majesty undoubtedly devotes a lot of energy to the witches. The construction of the Winter City cannot be separated from the witches. If you want to reach the peak of power, you naturally need to win their support.

As of now, the plan went very smoothly. Perhaps because she was also a woman, she would not attract rejection when she came into contact with the witch, which became an obstacle for Barov.

"The next batch of people coming should be the God-Punishing Witch, right?" Itis changed the topic.

"Well, it should be that Miss Maggie can only transport five or six people at a time. If you want to set up a sentinel, you have to run at least ten times." Brian also replied, "By the way, where do you think the second machine gun is better?"

"The terrain is higher... Well, I remember there is a rocky ground behind it that seems good..." Just as she turned around and looked at the cave behind her, a luminous plant seemed to be twisted, as if something had broken the stability of the air and the scene became blurred.

What?

Before she could warn her First Army soldiers, the air was violently distorted again, and this time the ripple appeared behind the members of the machine gun squad.

With a slight sound, a soldier's head rolled down from his neck, and his smile still solidified on his face.

"Enemy attack!" Itis shouted at this time, "The enemy is invisible!"

Almost as soon as the words were finished, two more soldiers were pierced through their chests, and the ripples were dyed with red rays.

There is more than one other person!

Her mind turned sharply and threw a dagger with one hand and flew straight toward the position where the first soldier fell. At the same time, she drew her sword and followed up when the dagger was hit by an invisible object, her long sword pierced into the root of the ripples from another angle.

Itis knew that if he kept retreating, he would only be double-teamed by a front and back. There was only one bonfire here, which was also the only way to discover the enemy's movements. Without the fire, they would not be able to resist such an almost invisible monster, so they would never escape easily!

While you can still roughly determine the enemy's position, attack is the only chance to win!

A soft touch came from the top of the sword, as if it had pierced into the flesh, which made Itis happy.

She was not wrong. Whether it was humans or beasts, the connection between weapons and bodies must be weak points, such as the hand holding a sword and the end of the claws. Once damaged, they will lose their offensive ability in a short time.

Just as Itise was about to retreat, a cold wind swept towards her from the other side, and the speed was so fast that she felt the chill of her face.

Hell, this guy actually has two weapons?

Years of fighting experience made her subconsciously release her right hand holding the sword, and rolled to the ground at the same time. It seemed that something was passing her behind her head. Her long hair suddenly scattered, blooming like withered petals, sprinkling everywhere.
Chapter completed!