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Deaton pulled Bieber, fumbled and took out a small notebook from his underwear, flipped it through and handed it to Bieber. Without any reluctance or nostalgia, he put it directly into Bieber's hand and said in a deep voice: "This is my experience with sword moves. All my sword moves are on it. The sword drawing technique just now is on page five."

Bieber looked at the things in his hands. Now it was Bieber's turn to be a little at a loss. It seemed that the small notebook was in tatters. Deaton must have flipped through it often, and there were some small words on it that he had just written in the morning, but now Deaton Dun handed them all over to him, which made Bieber moved but also ashamed. Although he was very confident in those drawings, it was still a little difficult to implement them.

"Here, Deaton, I only need one sword move from you, and you can take care of the rest."

Bieber turned to the fifth page and looked at the dense text and small pictures on it. He also knew that Bei Linya did not regret losing. In terms of sword moves, her understanding and actual combat were really no match for Diton. Bieber was careful. After tearing off the page and seeing that the rest was not worn, he took a deep breath, stuffed the small notebook heavily into Deaton's hands, and happily ran towards Beilinya.

Gus reached for the small book and flipped through it carefully, only to realize that Deaton was so obsessed with it. It recorded many sword moves, large and small, which were comparable to a swordsman's manual.

"Hehe, the things above are not important. You can find all these sword moves. It's just that I collected them and added some of my own opinions." Deaton smiled shyly.

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A few people had a quick bite at noon. Gus and Deaton talked without saying a word all afternoon. There was still no movement outside the military camp. Gus wondered if they were going to fight a war of attrition. Knowing that there were not many resources here, he planned to surround them. Kill yourself?

When the sun was about to set, Gus and Deaton climbed onto the city tower again. The crossbowmen were still looking around with vigilance, and the sentries at the four corners were still passing on news. More than 300 meters away, Rios and the others could still be seen. Compared with the early morning, it was completely dark. Not only did the number of people not decrease, And it has increased a lot.

Deaton said suspiciously: "Reinforcements have arrived, why don't they attack? They don't want to fight a war of attrition."

"Maybe, it will be troublesome now." They can use it, but Gus can't. Winter will begin in two days, and the Netherworld Mountains are about to close. She won't be there when the time comes, so Eve may be anxious.

"What should we do? How about we evacuate secretly at night?"

"No, they must also have griffons on standby. The griffons make too much noise at night and it is difficult to get rid of them."

At this time, both of them fell silent. The current situation seemed to be in a deadlock. They could just surround the Apocalypse military camp and wait for work, but Gus couldn't run out of time.

"Otherwise, at night, all the griffins in the legion will ascend to the sky. Maybe this can confuse them." Deaton pondered: "If it doesn't work, we will rush out and kill them all, so that you can be more generous. 's left."

Deaton didn't like to think. He always felt that anything that could be solved with a sword was nothing. The battle in the early morning gave him great confidence. The opponent's combat power was really rubbish. No matter what situation he faced, he had nothing to lose. It seems that I have never trained any countermeasures, only human instinct to avoid, but this is the stupidest method. If there are more crossbowmen, Deaton is confident that he can annihilate them all under the city.

"Forget it, you stay here, I'll go find Yokesley."

Gus doesn't think so. Taking the initiative to attack may be able to catch him off guard, but there are five wizards on the opposite side, and there are reinforcements. They can even continue to mobilize troops. The number of secret wizards will increase if they wait. Plains, as long as that row of knights can sustain two rounds under the Apocalypse Army, and when the wizard connects with witchcraft, the only thing waiting for the Apocalypse Army will be destruction.

These people in the Apocalypse Legion have too little resistance to witchcraft. The armor on their bodies can be used to resist swords, but even the wizard's simplest fireball may not be able to resist it. As long as the wizard controls the fireball to barbecue these, the armor on them will The forehead armor is also useless.

Deaton watched Gus's leaving figure, helplessly moved a stool and leaned on the railing behind him. Sitting with a golden sword, he looked at them boredly in the autumn wind.

A large swath of golden afterglow shone in front of the military camp, and the blood color of the early morning had not yet faded away. The mixture seemed to be sprinkled with salt, making it shine.

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"Rios, why don't you attack? His Highness is still waiting for you to bring Gus' head to see him." Within a day, Lars had recovered. Although he was still a little depressed, after ensuring safety, He became a little excited again, and immediately issued countless orders, but no one implemented them, which made him very angry. He was the supervisor, but now no one listened to him. Rios took advantage of his rest and didn't know how to use it. What method was used to win over a large number of soldiers, which made Lars very angry. He patted the ground beneath him and said fiercely, "The ghosts are waiting for you, don't forget your identity."

After a day of running around, Old Boone arrived here with the help of the speed of the gryphon. He originally thought that Gus had bowed his head when he arrived, but when he arrived, he discovered that not only did he not win, but he also paid the price of more than 200 people. Old Boon could care less about the lives of more than two hundred people, but on this march, Old Boon spent a lot of money. According to Ming Ling, it was to assist the march, which was also considered as a refuge fee. After this incident, Old Boon and The ghost spirits were completely tied together.

Old Boone and Lars sat together and said with a sullen face: "Sir Rios, I think your knights are going to charge. Otherwise, at night, they will probably come out of camp to attack. By then, it will be too late to regret it. That’s it.”

Rios didn't respond to their words, and didn't even look at them. He still faced the direction of Tianqi Military Camp, leaving only a broad shoulder for the two of them.

Lars didn't know whether he was angry with Rios or because the temperature dropped, but his voice was a little unnatural, "You... okay, Rios, wait until you go back, the ghost will not I’ll let you go.”

Rios curled his lips. He didn't like others to point fingers, and he didn't like others to order him. Moreover, he was a waste in his eyes, so he didn't give them a good look in the end. Why are you so hypocritical? Spirit, there is no need to bow to anyone yet. Even though he has a good relationship with Ming Ling, this relationship depends entirely on the reputation of his father. If his father didn't still have some voice in the empire, Rios wouldn't mind killing this loser with a sword.

He was waiting for an opportunity. The cost of attacking the military camp was too high. If another accident occurred and several wizards died, Rios would not be able to bear the consequences.

Moreover, he did not come here to defeat the Apocalypse Army, but to capture someone. He did not believe that Gus would be hiding inside all the time, and he had already buried knights in all directions. As long as Gus dared to come out, five hundred knights would be waiting for him. The attack and the pursuit of more than 4,000 infantrymen.

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Outside the big red tent, Gus walked in directly. There was no one outside the door, so the announcement was omitted. Yokesley was sitting in the big tent looking at the map in his hand, planning something.