Banner of the Evil God

Including Sui Xiong, no kind god wants to see the Knight God suffer, even the Orc Gods who are hostile to Him.

No, even the Orc Gods are the ones who least want Him to weaken, be demoted, or even fall.

After all... as an enemy, the Knight God is a very upright, very disciplined, very moral, and very tolerant enemy. In comparison, the Lord of Light is fierce and cruel, does things by any means, and has no bottom line. Being an enemy of Him is much more dangerous and difficult than being an enemy of the Knight God.

However, ideals and reality are always two different things.

Leon, who got the news from Sui Xiong, hid his deep sigh in his heart, disguised himself as a young thief who took risks to get ahead, and came to the large military camp in the north of Eagle Wing City.

The scout camp is located at the northernmost end of the large military camp and is the vanguard of the entire army. They have excellent logistical supplies and treatment because they bear the most dangerous and hardest work.

Before a war, a scout war must break out first. Those warriors who are picked out of a hundred miles fight as a team or even as an individual in a range of dozens or hundreds of miles, trying to suppress the opponent's scouts and collect any valuable intelligence. Often after a war, even if the victorious side, the scout camp will suffer more than 30% casualties, and the losing side may even be wiped out.

Although reconnaissance work can be done by magic or air force, the intelligence that can be obtained by magic or air force is relatively vague, and it is impossible to be very detailed and accurate. So even though most generals hate the scout war, which takes precious elite manpower and strangles them crazily, they still have no choice in pursuit of victory.

When Leon arrived, the previous batch of scouts had just set off not long ago, and the scout camp was a little empty. In addition to the chief officer in charge of reorganization, only the logistics officers who were sorting out things like suicide notes were still busy.

The high risk of the scout camp made almost every scout leave a suicide note before going into battle. Some people will say goodbye to their relatives and friends, some will arrange their own affairs after death, and some will tell some secrets that have been hidden for many years. These suicide notes will not be opened for the time being, and they are all sealed in boxes with magic. Each box is specially locked. Only when the owner of the suicide note dies, the magic will be invalid. At that time, the logistics officers will take out the suicide note, compare the contents of the suicide note, and complete the wishes of the dead in battle.

Generally speaking, this is a privilege that only nobles can enjoy, and among ordinary soldiers, only the scout battalion can have this treatment.

"How many boxes have been opened today?" The person in charge of sorting out these materials is an old soldier whose hair is almost white. He has only one arm and a terrible scar on his face. He limps when he walks. At first glance, he is a tough guy who struggled to crawl back from the face of death.

Coincidentally, Leon knows him.

This guy is called Star Ailifu, a member of the Earl Ailifu family. When the orcs invaded last time, he was a member of the scout battalion, fighting bloody battles on the battlefield and was seriously injured. Although he was later found from the pile of dead bodies and saved his life under a powerful healing spell, his broken arm could never be healed again - it was a terrifying cursed weapon that cut off his arm. Before finding the weapon and purifying it, even the advanced recovery spell could not make his broken arm grow again.

Sta was a typical soldier. As long as there were wars to fight and orcs to kill, he didn't care who led him. Leon remembered that his grandfather had commented on this person, saying that this person was born in the year of the dog and was good at guarding the door. But he didn't guard the door for Igor's family or the Eagle Kingdom, he only guarded the door for humans.

Time flies, and the vicious one-armed war maniac is now old and even too old to go to the battlefield and can only manage some logistics work.

Leon sighed secretly in his heart, went up to say hello, and asked where he should report.

Old Star looked at his documents, nodded, and pointed to the martial arts training ground in the distance with his only remaining arm: "Go over there and find little Eric. He will be responsible for reviewing your strength and using magic to determine whether you are reliable."

"Has the review been completed?" Leon asked.

"He will tell you what to do when the time comes. I'm very busy here." Old Star said in a rough voice, but his expression was a little gloomy, "I still have to count how many good guys died today..."

Leon was silent for a while, saluted him, and walked towards the martial arts training ground.

Looking at his figure going away, Old Star frowned slightly and said to himself: "This person... always feels a little familiar... Where have I seen him?"

As an elite scout, although Old Star is old and his skills have deteriorated, he can no longer fight with others, but his eyesight is still there and his memory is also good. He dare not boast of a photographic memory, but as long as he has met and talked to someone, he can have some impression.

Where has he seen the new scout turn around and leave?

The old scout pondered for a while, but he couldn't find the exact answer from the depths of his memory. Finally, he could only sigh deeply.

"Alas! I am really old! It's useless..."

It's really not his fault. Leon's identity and appearance at the moment really make it impossible to connect him with some noble figures. So although his back is very similar to his father, the former king who was assassinated by his younger brother shortly after he ascended the throne, who would connect these two people together?

Leon didn't know that his true identity was almost revealed, so he quickly came to the martial arts training ground. In the martial arts training ground, many newly recruited scouts are training at the moment, and many elderly veterans are teaching them the skills needed on the battlefield, trying to increase their chances of surviving and winning.

"Your name is Lean. You come from the four northwest towns near Rye Town. Are you a thief?" Count Eric, the chief officer of the scout camp, carefully read his document, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Old Rhodes, how have you been lately?" How is your health?"

"Mr. Rhodes has almost retired now. I haven't been to the Mask of the Void Playground during this period, so I really don't know his situation." Leon replied, "But... at least he was still in good spirits during the last Autumn Harvest Festival. of."

Earl Eric nodded and asked again: "I remember that the Lord of Radiance Church in Rye Town has been working hard to purify a lich. Has the purification been completed?"

"The purification was not completed on the day I set out, but it is said that it should be within the next few days." Leon replied, "I spent some time on the road, I guess it has been purified, or maybe it will take another day or two?"

Earl Eric nodded again, and then asked about the situation of the four northwest towns, especially Rye Town. Finally, he took out a blue crystal, looked at the color of the crystal, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, you didn't lie." He said, "Then let's do a simple test of strength."

He pointed to a human-shaped target in the distance and said: "Now, run over as fast as you can, attack that target - just like attacking a person, and then run back."

Leon looked at the target and asked, "Just attack it?"

"That's right." Viscount Eric said, "You'd better hurry up. The faster you finish, the higher your evaluation will be."

So Leon took off the folding short bow hanging on his waist with his backhand, and with a twist, he assembled the three pieces of metal into a bow arm. Then he took out the bowstring and hung it up, and took out an arrow from his leggings and put it on it. There is no need to aim in particular, just draw the bow and nock an arrow, and the arrow will hit the target, right at the throat.

"Is this speed okay?" he asked.

Viscount Eric was stunned. After a few seconds, he couldn't help laughing and applauding: "Amazing! Amazing! Your skills are nothing like that of a thief!"

As he was talking, he suddenly froze - he saw the figure of "Lien" so close to him suddenly slowly turned gray, then disappeared into the shadow of the tent next to him, and disappeared without a trace.

"Sir, I am actually very good at sneaking." In just a moment, the voice came from behind him, "In addition, the arrow just shot had a lot of luck. If I do it again, I can't guarantee that I can still make another arrow. Shot in the throat."

Viscount Eric was stunned again, this time for a longer time, and a few goosebumps appeared faintly on his back.

If the sharp shot that could penetrate the enemy at a hundred steps had only impressed him, now his ability to sneak in front of someone and get behind him in the blink of an eye made him feel a little scared.

"Are you... really a thief, not an assassin?" He couldn't help but ask, "Sneaking, sniping... no matter how you look at it, you look like an assassin!"

"Since Mr. Rhodes presided over the thieves guilds in the four northwest towns, the thieves in the four towns have stopped doing the assassin business." Leon replied, "I respect Mr. Rhodes very much and will abide by the rules he set. However, , If it is on the battlefield, I will also be happy to perform the mission of an assassin."

Viscount Eric suddenly understood and thought he understood the origin of this Lien: "Old Rhodes, he is very capable and has good vision, but he is too polite. He is kind-hearted all day long. He will not use force if he can. ...I admit that he is a good money-maker, and he is also very good at managing people. He has indeed made the thieves guilds of the four northwest towns bigger and stronger in recent years. However, talents like you are buried in identifying thefts and tracking all day long. It’s such a pity for such small things!”

Leon smiled and did not answer.

Although his great strength makes the lie detector crystal ineffective against him, as the saying goes, too much lies lead to lies. It is better to tell less lies.

"Excellent combat ability, excellent stealth ability, and the rest is reconnaissance ability..." Viscount Eric thought for a while and said, "As you walked along just now, did you notice how many tents there are in this scout camp? In addition, this Is there any information worth mentioning on the way?"

Leon recalled briefly and told the number of tents, all of which were accurate. As for the information that is particularly worth mentioning... He thought for a while and told the number of people killed in the scout camp today that he heard when he left Laosta just now.

Viscount Eric nodded repeatedly, finally picked up the pen, signed the document, and made comments.

There is no doubt that all three abilities required by a scout are excellent.