Noble Emblem

The larger the team, the more it needs a leader who can hold the place. This is what Beta learned in the game.

Whether the team leader can control the situation depends on whether the team leader has the strength and skills, or whether he has enough charm in daily life to convince people. This makeshift team didn't have enough time to work together, and Beta didn't have enough time to show off his leadership charisma and skills, so he chose the simplest way to overwhelm others.

I am the head of the mission. You all listen to me. If you don't listen to me, you will be dealt with by military law.

The iron fist method will definitely bring dissatisfaction and anger in the heart, but Beta doesn't care. It's only a month, he can hold it down, and even if someone wants to disobey his order, they have to weigh themselves.

Beta's combat power, including himself, two masters, a quasi-master, and Bart, a hired warrior, is enough to fight a small-scale raid. In the envoy, except Faxiu, who is close to Apart from the two cavalrymen, the twenty or so people from the Diplomatic and Ceremonial Corps had no combat effectiveness at all and could not make any waves.

Thousands of miles of frost and thousands of miles of plain wind sounds very beautiful, but it also depends on what kind of state of mind you are in to create such a sense of grandeur. Everyone in the envoy knew that this was a near-death journey. There was life everywhere, and a team might come out from the side at any time to attack them.

As everyone moved forward, the northern pass gradually became smaller behind them, and finally turned into a black dot until it disappeared. The atmosphere in the envoys became less and less dull, no one wanted to talk, and Shirley was sitting in the carriage, lying lazily on her side by the window, looking at Beta not far away with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Sophia is resting, hiding in Shirley's shadow.

Jessica, on the other hand, was driving the carriage. Although she did not speak and was sitting very calmly, her bright eyes revealed her emotions at this time. Perhaps it was the werewolf blood that was causing trouble. She liked this kind of icy and snowy place, with plains, mountains, and lots of woods.

At this time, the convoy still maintained the same order as it had just come out of the northern pass. Beta and Bart were at the front, followed by Jessica's carriage, followed by seven carriages and twenty baggage carriages from the Diplomatic and Ceremonial Corps, while Faxiu and his cavalry The team, at the end, was divided into six rows and followed neatly.

Beta signaled Bart to continue leading the team forward, while he slowed down and fell to the back, driving alongside Faxiu.

At this time, Faxiu was still in the shock of entering the wilderness for the first time. He looked around, and from time to time he could see some yellowed skeletons lying quietly in the shallow snow.

This place used to be a battlefield. Hollevan and Udabri fought several big battles here. Just dig underground and you will find a few skulls.

Faxiu still looks like a noble man. The white armor he wears makes him look energetic and elegant. But Beta could still see that although this guy was well aware of current affairs and perhaps very strong in social aspects, when he left human society and came to the wilderness, he was just a worthless straw bag.

"Have you never actually led soldiers on an expedition before?" Beta asked.

Faxiu shook his head in shame, and then grinned. This smile is a little silly, which is very inconsistent with his delicate appearance. He is probably the same as a handsome fool.

"You should at least know what's going on with the four-way march." Beta asked slowly. As he gradually left the scope of the two mountains, the surrounding mountains and forests became more and more sparse, and the flat land in front became more and more sparse. Come more and more open.

The so-called four-way march is to split the team's strategy into four parts, one for the front, one for the left, one for the left, and one for the left and right, sandwiching important figures or commanders in the middle.

Faxiu slapped his head suddenly, made a gesture, and said sheepishly: "Forgot."

forget. Beta laughed in his heart. He couldn't tell whether Faxiu was pretending or if he had really forgotten. After all, as long as he was a playboy from a noble family, there were still such cities.

As long as the other party acts according to his ideas, there is no need to delve into many things.

The cavalry team of nearly two hundred people was divided into four parts and surrounded the carriage of the diplomatic mission from front to back. Beta looked in through the car window and saw that the faces of the etiquette officers looked much better, at least they felt more at ease.

Faxiu approached Beta and asked, "Don't we need to send some scouts from the cavalry to explore the road?"

"No need." Beta shook his head.

It is indeed not necessary. No matter how powerful the cavalry scout is, it will not catch the eyes of the flying monster. Joan of Arc has been hovering in the sky for a long time. In fact, since they left Bronze Drum City, Beta has released Joan of Arc as a high-altitude eye. The falcon's eyesight is very good. It can easily see far away places and can warn of most situations in advance.

The reason why Faxiu was asked to command the cavalry to disperse and protect the diplomatic etiquette officers was because he was worried that some enemies of a special nature would come over.

For example, enemies that can become invisible, or enemies that have a protective color in the sky. Joan of Arc's high-altitude vision is not very effective against this enemy.

The convoy continued to move forward, and as it went north, it felt like the wind and snow were getting heavier, and the sky was getting darker quickly. By the time they were completely out of the range of the mountains and faced the endless ice fields, the sun had already set, and the snow on the plains was covered with snow. The wind seemed to be blowing harder because of the lack of sunlight.

"Everyone stops moving forward and stays where they are."

Faxiu walked over from the side, his armor covered with ice particles, and asked: "Your Excellency, this place has no shelter and is not a good place to station. Is it better for us to continue moving forward?"

"March at night, in this bad weather, is no different from seeking death." The cold night wind made Beta's cloak flutter and rustle, and he popped a magic light ball into the air that was not affected by the strong wind. , continued: "If there is no obstruction, we will create it."

The bright ball of light emitted dazzling light in the sky, and the surrounding darkness was swept away.

Humans are phototactic animals, and they feel much more at ease in places with sufficient light.

Shirley got out of the carriage and walked not far away in the sight of everyone. Then she closed her eyes and opened her hands. Bright light shone on her, and the strong wind blew her clothes constantly swaying. Her long, bright golden hair swayed in the air, reflecting the golden light of the crystal. She is so beautiful that she seems to be the incarnation of the Storm Goddess.

Almost everyone looked straight in the eyes, both men and women.

But Shirley didn't step out just to pose and show off her beauty.

Then, the wind around her seemed to stop. The snow was cleared by unseen forces, revealing the black earth beneath.

Countless soil pillars grew around her, twisting, rising, and tangled together in strange ways. In front of everyone's surprised eyes, it turned into an exaggerated domed earthen building with a height of nearly twenty meters and a length and width of thirty meters.

Shirley stood at the highest point of the building and flicked her fingers. Light golden magic light poured out from her body and enveloped the entire building.

The texture of the building begins to change, becoming hard and smooth.

Turn mud into stone.

Because Shirley had built a temporary shelter for slaves before, she was more skilled this time.