Chapter 395

Facing the melancholy gaze of the young mage, and hearing his calm and thoughtful questioning, George Vasa was at a loss at first, and then he could only shake his head helplessly.

Yes, the reality is just like what Joan said, if he, the only mage accompanying the army, leaves the front line, and something happens on the front line, who can cast spells to report to His Excellency the Governor who is hundreds of miles away, and who can become an eagle to take over? He conducts aerial reconnaissance?

Not to mention serving as the tactical core on the battlefield and providing timely magic support to the troops.

"No matter what was agreed in the original contract, I can't leave the front line under the current tense situation... Even if I want to leave, at least I have to wait until the day when Lieutenant Colonel Anderson leads the reinforcements to Fort Necessi." Joan said bitterly.

George Vassar wanted to say something, but could not.

As Joan said, the frontline still cannot do without him. However, his only relative in the world, the poor old man who may die of serious illness at any time, deserves to be sacrificed, and he deserves not to see his beloved grandson for the last time before he dies a glance?

When one has to sacrifice the overall situation of the family, all words of comfort seem so pale and even hypocritical.

"Thanks for your hard work, Joan..." Lieutenant Colonel Vasa patted the young mage's immature shoulder: "Just hold on a little longer, and our reinforcements will arrive in two weeks at most."

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The Nissei Fortress had just been completed, and the morale of the Southward Corps was high on September 23. Joan was at this time point. In the foreseeable future, it seemed that it would not be difficult to hold on to the fortress for two weeks.

For him, the only thing to worry about right now is his grandfather's condition, and whether he can delay for another two weeks until Lieutenant Colonel Anderson's reinforcements arrive.

However, the situation on the front line changed very quickly, and the sea blue army did not give them two weeks, or even a week, to appear on the horizon south of Broken Tooth Valley.

It was Joan himself who first discovered this crisis.

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On the evening of September 29th, Joan performed the "transformation technique" as usual and turned into an eagle soaring into the air, carrying out aerial reconnaissance under the cover of twilight.

He first spent half an hour flying at low altitude around Fort Nissey, confirming that everything from Dafeng Town to Jinsha River was normal, and then raised the altitude of the flight against the cold moonlight.

Overlooking from a height of more than a thousand feet, the majestic and precipitous Brass Mountains, like a winding dragon, traverses the land, extending from the west coast of Wilnoa to the east coast.

There is a narrow and long gap in the waist of this giant dragon, which is the "Broken Tooth Valley", the main mountain pass that runs through the north and south of the mainland.

Joan flew south along the direction of the canyon to detect the movement on the ground.

The valley is as calm as before, except for groups of blue sheep climbing mountains and ridges, there are only groups of business travelers shuttling back and forth.

Qiao An did not rule out the possibility of Seablue spies pretending to be business travelers, but identifying identities was the job of the border checkpoints, and all he needed to pay attention to was the dynamics of the large troops.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, Joan had already flown to the southern exit of Broken Tooth Valley, and going forward was the control area of ​​the sea blue border guards.

From his current location, he can see the vast Muspelheim Gobi Desert in the south, and the long yellow sand reflects a pale gleam under the reflection of a crescent moon.

On the oasis on the edge of the Gobi, there is a majestic fortress. It is the frontline stronghold "Fort Duquesne" built by the Hailan people in spite of the strong opposition of the Alfheim authorities.

Joan once flew over Fort Duquesne for reconnaissance at night. He had to admit that this fortress was far more magnificent than the hastily built Fort Nissei, and the number of troops stationed there was twice as large as that of the Vasa Corps. .

Joan glanced at Fort Duquesne for the last time, and was about to return the same way, when he caught a glimpse of a figure swaying in the woods below, and quickly blessed himself with "invisibility", and lowered his height to investigate carefully.

The figures in the forest gradually changed from blurry to clear. Dirty gray and yellow manes, large and small spots on their bodies, and the iconic hyena head all indicated their identity as jackals.

To Joan's surprise, there were so many gnolls gathered in the woodland, roughly estimated to be no less than 500. This is by no means the scale that one battle group can achieve, and it looks more like a joint operation of multiple war groups.

The abnormal scene before him made Qiao An vigilant.

The Gnoll bandits who fled from the Brass Pass to the territory of Alfheim this summer are mainly composed of six war groups. Except for the personal guard group of the Wolf Queen Alpha, the other five war groups have about a hundred people.

Since Joan's army went south, it has wiped out two battle groups, severely damaged Alpha's personal guard group, and expelled the power of the gnolls to the south of Broken Tooth Valley. Since then, there has been no direct conflict with them.

Now it seems that almost all the remaining Gnoll bandits are gathered in this forest, and there are no villages and towns nearby and there is not enough prey. What is their plan for gathering here?

With doubts, Joan continued to lower the flying altitude until his wings almost touched the treetops. He inspected the entire Gnoll camp in the air, and then continued to fly forward.

Spreading his wings across the woodland, he came to the sky above a clear stream. Joan was surprised to find that a cavalry unit in armor was camping by the stream, clearly planning to spend the night here.

Joan estimated the size of this army. There are no less than 500 people in total, all of which are equipped with sea blue standard, and they are from Fort Duquesne without asking.

From the sea blue army in front of him, Joan thought of the wolf man army he saw just now.

The fact that the two forces were stationed so close together and remained peaceful only proved that they belonged to the same camp.

The total strength of the jackals and bandits plus the Hailan regular army has reached a thousand people. The purpose of such a mobilizing march can only be to attack Fort Nissesi where the Alfheim border guards are stationed.

Joan couldn't help but gasp!

He barely suppressed his anxiety, and spread his wings to glide along the stream, intending to conduct a more detailed investigation.

At this time, two figures caught his attention, and he retracted his wings, quietly landed on a high raised rock, and listened to their conversation.

The outfits of these two people are different from ordinary sea blue officers and soldiers. The man who is facing Joan from the side is wearing a mithril-woven chain mail and a black cloak. senior officer.

The man who was talking to him face to face looked a little younger, in his early twenties, wearing a dazzling red robe, with bright red hair, and a lazy smile on his handsome face, raising his hand from time to time Comb the wind-blown hairstyle, and inadvertently reveal a narcissistic mentality.

The more Joan looked at the man who looked like an officer, the more familiar he looked.

After thinking for a while, he remembered that he had seen a portrait of this person on the front page of the Leiden Post.

Although there are differences between the illustrations in the newspaper and the image of the real person, the artist has accurately grasped the youthful and ambitious charm of the other party, making him unforgettable at first sight.

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