Cyril didn't expect Baron Gene to be completely different from his tit-for-tat look when he was in Cylic. He remembered the statue in the game, the carved Baron Gene, who was like an explorer, was so engraved.

He probably knew that this was because of his arrival, which led to the magic plains being completely different from the plains that Baron Gene experienced in the game, but he did not have the time to consider what kind of blow the other person's heart was suffered-

Anyway, today Baron Gene, you, must stand up here, be a thug for me honestly, and pass this magic plain for me!

But the other party put his posture so low, and his attitude of "Ah yes, I'm a waste", made Cyril unable to find a point of focus for a while.

He was hesitating in his heart how to light up Baron Gene's fighting spirit, but he heard a gust of wind coming from beside him. He looked over there and opened his eyes widened—

Atsk Angels rushed past himself, then raised his leg quickly, kicked the unprepared Baron in the face with a standard flying kick, and kicked him to the ground directly!

For a moment, the sounds around suddenly disappeared - the halberd soldiers were sitting closest, and they wanted to hear what the half-elf boy was talking about with his lord, but who knew that the aides around the lord came up and kicked the lord in the face!

Gene covered his face, tilted his body, and forgot to sit up for a moment. Atsk Angels stood in front of him, his voice coldly:

"Do you remember what you said a year ago?"

"A year ago?" Baron Gene sat up on the ground, his eyes suddenly widened-

At that time, Siliki had been covered by the woods. He led the people of Siliki to clean up several times, and finally he vowed to all the residents:

He will definitely solve this problem with his own hands.

"You said you vowed to save Siliki, to turn Siliki back in the past, and let the residents help you. If you retreat, that person cuts a piece of meat from you."

He stared at Baron Gene, like the lecturer in the school who angrily scolded the students who made mistakes - Cyril had such an idea for some reason, and suddenly he remembered that Atsk was originally a lecturer.

Perhaps, he is just scolding a student who gave up on studying?

"Gen O'Connor, think it out yourself. You are here, not the noble man on an outing. You are a wild wolf who wants to chew a bone. If you can't chew off, you have to die here and never want to go back!"

Atsk's thin body shook because of the sudden increase in volume. He scolded him loudly, not knowing what he said, but Gene understood every word—

He was a wild wolf driven out of his home. He couldn't bite this bone, and he was not qualified to go back.

But his eyes immediately fell on Cyril. When he thought of the title of "Earl of Ciali" of this half-elf boy, he couldn't help but feel ache.

Atsk didn't notice this gaze, but Cyril understood it - he could understand the code words hidden in Atsk's words, and instantly understood what Gene was also worried about.

"After becoming a wild wolf dead outside or returning as a victor, all these are solved by solving this magical plain." Cyril said, squatting down, putting himself and Gene at the same height:

"His Excellency Baron, Duke Amasil is not your turn, but I think the position of Count Morager should be yours-"

Gene's eyes suddenly lit up. He stared at the half-elf boy's eyes and found that the green eyes were like a deep pool, which made him unable to understand.

It is full of "ambition".

Morager, that was the origin of the O'Connor family.

His eyes moved down and saw the half-elf boy's hand placing in front of him, just waiting for him to hold it.

This time, Gene did not hesitate at all. He decisively reached out his hand and held it in Cyril's hand-

The half-elf boy seemed to have been waiting for this grip for a long time. Almost the moment Baron Gene let go of his hand, he stood up and shouted loudly:

"Halberd soldiers, mercenaries, and natural creatures, all get up! The rest time is over! Kulai, Jigel, let your people get up!"

The quickest reaction was the halberd soldiers, followed by the centaur, unicorn and silver deer. The mercenaries obviously did not have such good discipline, but Cyril ordered the names of two mercenary commanders, forcing these mercenaries to get up.

Cyril examined this group of people. The quality of the mercenaries was of varying quality, and those with stronger self-discipline were well-dressed. The leather armor was a little less self-disciplined at this time. Obviously, he just finished escaping and was just lying on the ground.

But he had no time to care about their quality. At this time, Cyril's mind was full of the pre-processes of the mixed team strategy copy - how did they do it?

It seems that the troops are first mixed, assigned according to occupation, and then...

"Sir, if you are not good at these, you can leave them to me."

Aside Cyril, Atskk's voice suddenly sounded. He turned his head in surprise, but saw Atskk nodding slightly to him: "What you want to do is to completely reorganize them?"

After he finished speaking, he saw Cyril nodding and immediately shouted:

"Chongcrying Vine Mercenary Group, how many mages do you have? Wild Mercenary Group, where are you?"

"Master?" Jigel walked forward and shook his head, "I am the only one who knows some natural spells, but they are all very basic."

"We have two water wizards," Ku said.

"Too few." Cyril and Atsk spoke almost at the same time. The two realized that they had just reached a synchronization, and Atsk continued:

"The mage comes out and stands in the back row. Long Crying Vine, let your shield soldiers go out and form them with the shield soldiers of the wild mercenary group, and the archers go out and form them in the back row - next we will advance steadily according to this formation."

He gave several orders in one breath, which made Kulai and Jigel's two mercenary leaders stunned and could only do as they did.

After doing all this, Atsk looked back at Cyril: "Sir, is this what it means?"

"It's done well." Cyril couldn't help but smile.

It was indeed the first "treasure" he valued in the Amasir area. Although he was a Solconan professional officer. Although he didn't know why he fell into such a place to be a lecturer, he did have outstanding abilities.

After experiencing a brief chaos, the team in front of them immediately formed the shield soldiers and heavy-armed soldiers at the forefront, the halberd soldiers, ordinary soldiers among the mercenaries, and the rangers and mages in the final formation.

For a group of miscellaneous soldiers who have not undergone rigorous training, such a formation is undoubtedly the most suitable for the next advancement.
Chapter completed!