The night on the plain is far more "noisy" than imagined-

The wind blows through the grass, the rustling sound of insects singing softly between the grass, the sound of birds flapping their wings from the jungle not far away, and the quiet starlight and the undulating grass sea of ​​lunar grass, are undergoing rich changes every moment.

Cyril did not fall asleep so early, and his sleep time was very limited - after all, he could not live longer on the training ground every time. At this time, he was sitting in front of the tent, looking at Amasil's map.

Amasil is like a foil of a jungle. On top and on the right are large jungles. It is said that in the past civilizations, Amasil itself was also a jungle, and the ancient war trees that once had elves crushed past it.

The north is close to the mountains and is relatively rugged. When it reaches the central part of Amasil, there is a large basin. Going further south, it is the lowlands connecting the Adelaide Sea.

There are not many plains between the terrain of high north and low south. The area where they settled at this time was a large "Phil Plain". It is said that this is Amasil's excellent horse farm. If cavalry is to be developed, this area is considered a must-win place-

Oh, the whole Amasil is in his plan, so is this "Phil Collar".

He had to admit that his vigorous ambition was beating in his heart, although he could not explain why he had such strong enthusiasm in this regard, so he would be blamed on the "god" who called him to this world for now-

In a world with God, all unreasonableness seems to be reasonable. They set huge rules to allow future generations to move forward according to the route they set, and the gods divide all areas. Faith is the key to moving forward. If the existence of gods is denied, even the basis of power will be turned against you.

Even in the past life there was a so-called [Qi Scholar] bold prediction that the ultimate goal of the player at this stage must be to grow into [Shenmin], that is, the controller of the continent in the first era, and the gods turned into the watcher of civilization after the stars left...

"Um?"

Cyril suddenly let out a soft voice of doubt, as if he had captured something he had missed before.

Gods... Gods and people... Players' growth...

“Swishy…”

His thoughts suddenly paused, and subconsciously reached out and pressed the sword at his waist. He turned around and saw the initiator of the noise rubbing the blades of grass. The long-haired female soldier with a similar appearance to Memphira. The captain of the archer, Chloe, stood behind him with a serious expression and whispered:

"Lord, Captain, please come over."

"Memphira?" Cyril immediately stood up. He looked back at the tent. The girls were sleeping heavily. Caroline was sleeping in a very indecent manner. He kicked off the thin blanket and pressed one foot on Alina's belly. The latter lay in a regular manner, allowing the foot to be stuffed from the hem of her pajamas and pressed against her skin.

"I'll go here." He closed the curtain of the tent and turned toward Chloe's where he came from. "What's the matter?"

The task of vigil was taken by Memphira. According to her, mastering the movements of the night is a must-have ability for an archer. She does not want to miss this opportunity to hone the recruits.

"The captain said that someone has targeted us."

Chloe didn't say much. She half pressed her body as she moved forward, and her other hand seemed to be holding a bow, while the other hand was placed where the arrow could be pulled out at any time - although she didn't have a bow in her hand.

"We're being targeted?"

Cyrill skipped several thoughts in his mind. Is it the elves of the Corot jungle? Or the druid? It is impossible that it is the garrison led by Phil. The second son of Baron O'Connor did not have this agility. This is still the boundary with Cylic—

As they spoke, they had already arrived at the place where Memphira was. Five archers lay on the ground, motionless, as if they were part of the land.

Memphira's figure swayed gently among the grass, as if she was also one of the bushes.

"Lord." She saw Chloe who came with Cyril, nodded slightly, and then said, "All of them are riding horses, with more than fifteen."

“All riders?”

Cyril was even more confused. Although the elves also had woodland cavalry, they would not wander around the plains without any trouble. Druids usually like to ride strange things, and they would never ride horses.

He held his breath and focused. Although he had a dark vision, he did not practice "hawkeye" or other pupil techniques. He could not capture extremely distant places with his eyesight. After all, it was the specialty of a ranger.

All he can rely on is the wind—

In an instant, the wind direction changed. The gentle wind suddenly turned toward Cyril in one direction, and came from all directions, without the nature just now.

The archers looked at their lord in horror. Even though the "captain" had briefly introduced Cyril's weird control ability on the elements to them, they were still shocked when they really witnessed the wind around them rushing towards him.

This is not the small piece of land in the training ground, it is a large plain!

Cyril did not realize how much impact the vision brought by his quietly growing power had on the recruits. He only felt that the wind seemed to be more controlled, but just wandered towards the place he wanted to see as his thoughts flowed.

It was on a small slope in the distance, with horses sniffing, and their uneasy horse hooves kept digging to the ground, one, two...the number was more than fifteen.

And there were indeed people who were staying there on the high ground, as if they were watching Cyril and their positions from afar...

The wind could not give back to Cyril's detailed appearance, but the scattered wind pieced together a little bit of their words and sent them back to Cyril's ears:

"Are they?"

"It shouldn't be, they came from the north."

"Do you want to do it?"

"Look at it again."

"Why withdraw?"

"withdraw."

Cyril suddenly opened his eyes, and these short sentences made him directly lock in the identities of these opponents who were targeting the Cyril army.

Isn’t this the horse bandit who was rampant at Phil’s leader and specifically hijacked the goods that Phil brought to the central part of Amasil?

His expression was a little weird. He said before that the bandits dared not cause trouble for their regular army, but they were targeted in a blink of an eye. If this is not careful, if the bandits were knocked in from the back row when they were clearing out the forest dogs tomorrow, wouldn't it be a direct unlucky?

Although the other party's clear hostility cannot be heard in that piece of words, the horse bandit is Hongming in the game, and Hongming can start to do it directly, so Cyril doesn't care about the other party's hostility.

"Okay, let's finish the work, it's not a big deal." He thought in his mind that only by conveying this news to Atsk could the latter make the correct arrangement.

What's more, how to fight against cavalry is also an indispensable training course for infantry soldiers.
Chapter completed!