"It's not certain yet, it could have been caused by a natural phenomenon such as a landslide.
After listening to Rob's words, the scouting team continued to swim upstream.
After a while, they arrived near their destination and watched the thick smoke rise.
Only intelligent beings can use fire, orcs and goblins are monsters, but humans and goblins are more likely to do so.
Taking a breath, Rob and Scout cautiously approached the smoke.
'Is it really the Imperial Army? How many are there?
In a tense atmosphere, they came to the campfire.
Rob and Scout watch the campfire.
cat?
Is that a cat? A human-like cat?
It was a cat with human-like legs, and the cat was wearing boots, humming while grilling fish.
Rob and his party went to the side to take a look.
"Didn't you see I was eating?"
"Can cats talk?"
However, what surprised Rob and the scouts even more was another thing, suddenly the cat's body turned into a huge beast!
"Ah! Monster!"
"Run, run!"
The scout fled immediately.
However, the cat demon immediately moved to the path, spouting dark green smoke from his mouth.
"Crack! My body!"
The troops who were inhaled by the thick smoke rolled on the ground.
The only person not injured was Rob.
He sensed the paralyzing potion in the smoke: "Well, what kind of cat can do that?"
Rob, who walked to a safe distance, lowered his head and said to himself: "Obviously, this is not an ordinary cat.
However, on Rhodesia, he had never heard of such a monster.
Just as Rob bowed his head, a cold voice came from behind him.
"Well, he's such a poor cat, and if he's going to do anything, he should at least clean it up."
Rob, who was startled, turned his head, and there stood a pale man with bat wings on his body.
Rob recognized who he was immediately.
"vampire?"
"People call me Bell, Son of Men."
After Bell finished speaking, he drew out the sword at his waist.
Rob casts magic to duel with Bell. However, the sword of Bell Fal is much faster.
"Crack!"
Rob, who was hit in the chest, staggered and fell from a height, falling to the ground.
However, he didn't die.
Like any six-circle mage, he avoided mortal injury by twisting his body at the last moment.
"What a man, avoiding the blade by a second."
Although he was not killed, his injuries were still serious.
Bell smiled and looked at Rob, who was holding his wound and gasping for breath.
"Fufufu! I'll suck your blood dry," Bell said.
"You devil!"
Rob watches Bell as he strikes through the air.
He didn't want to die in vain, he focused on his magic, and prepared to fight back with his last vitality.
"Black gun!" Rob yelled.
"ah!"
Bell didn't expect the nearly dead man to fight back, and he tried to dodge.
However, he was too close to dodge.
Bell thought of the final redemption.
"Dark bullet!"
boom!
The purple dark bullets flew at an alarming speed, smashing the black spear incarnated by Rob.
"Damn, who?" Rob was frustrated.
A person slowly emerged from the bushes.
Wearing the imperial uniform, he was the one Rob had seen, because.
Lin Qing, commander of the Torot Fortress who came to surrender.
"Thank you, Master, I'll cut his neck right away..." Bell said.
"Enough Bell, I have a question for him."
Lin Qing stared at Rob.
Feeling so much pain, Rob passed out.
Lin Qing stared at him with interest.
When he inspected the barracks a few days ago, he chose to surrender.
He noticed that Rob was using black magic, but he didn't expect that he was using a black spear.
Black magic, which was born in Simon's time, was only passed on to those who followed him.
Is this the descendant of the Dark Tower? I need to find out later.
Lin Qing turned to look at King Ling and Bell.
"If the fire continues to burn, the scouts will continue to come. No one should know about the existence of the dam until the operation is underway."
"Understood, master."
The two bowed to Lin Qing, Lin Qing just pointed to the construction site, signaling them to go back to work.
This was four days after Lin Qing offered to surrender.
For a time, the two armies clashed, evenly matched.
The siege was insincere, and the defenders just pretended to block it.
Tyrann, the commander of the attacking force of the Volga Republic, is more concerned with the available troops in the fortress and the movements of the northern troops than with the siege that is currently taking place.
However, the fort is still intact, and the movement of the Northern Army has not changed.
Maybe the emperor really wanted Lin Qing to die, he didn't even send a single reinforcement.
"Rob hasn't been in touch since we last spoke, has he?"
Tyron, who was looking at the fortress and their troops, looked at his adjutant and asked again: "Is there no contact information for Rob or the other scouts?"
"No."
"What about the scouts that were sent later?"
"They're still... looking"
The lieutenant let the words drift by.
The upper reaches of the three rivers are quite large, but they are not without suspicion about the reports they need to get from the scouts.
Taryn thought so too.
It felt suspicious, but, with no evidence in hand, it was hard to take any action.
"Should I just go and have a look?"
Just when Tai Lun was thinking, the adjutant brought another matter to report to him.
"Feeling uncomfortable?" Taylor asked.
"They were in no rush to attack the fort, but the officers and knights at the front seemed very unhappy about it."
Rumors spread throughout the unit that 430 had come to surrender from Commander Trot.
Ordinary soldiers don't care about war anymore. They don't want to fight, much less get hurt or die.
However, the officers and knights at the front felt differently.
Because the power of the Volga Republic values power, not blood.
With power and force, even the most ordinary people can become knights or obtain the title of nobility.
In addition, if any one of them intends to enter politics and has the support of a majority of members of Congress, then he or she also has a chance to become president.
For ambitious officers and knights, war is a great opportunity to move forward and earn titles.
However, they are forced to play with the enemy commander as he surrenders. They can never accept this unfair treatment of their skills.
"Stupid people, do they think they alone can win the war?" Tyron said.
"Even then, we need them, sir."
"Tell them they need to hold on for a while, and if the fortress falls, the Northern Army will respond immediately.
It's not too late to fight hard.
Despite Tyron's instructions, the dissatisfaction of the frontline officers and knights did not subside.
They sat in groups, denouncing the actions of their commanders.
"I don't know how to understand what our commander said."
