Chapter 313: Icewind Valley
"It's never a problem to go on like this!" Looking at the Thracian camp in the distance, Horus said with a frown.
"Even if they want to call, they will have to wait until the spring flowers bloom and the ice and snow melt." Panda said nonchalantly, "Even then, it will just continue to fight. Who is afraid of whom?"
Horus shook his head: "I mean, looking at them so neat and tidy, I can't run over and chop them a round, I feel itchy and uncomfortable!"
Panda smiled: "When you say that, my hands are itchy too."
"Go together?"
"Come along!"
The two laughed, and this matter was settled.
Of course, it is not possible to leave privately, so they found the officer in charge of the fortress and told them their plans.
"You want to take advantage of the night to go down the mountain and attack the Thracian barracks tonight?!" The officer looked at them dumbfounded, as if he saw a little green man jumping off a flying saucer, and said to himself, "You are very promising, Learn to cook with me."
He confirmed several times, and finally determined that the two volunteers really wanted to sneak up on the Thracian barracks, not to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff when they were tired of living.
"Why are you so sure that you can come back alive?" Finally, he asked.
The panda said naturally: "If we don't come back, our legacy will be given to Harold (Neckhart)."
"You too?" The officer looked at Horus.
Horus shook his head: "We will definitely be able to come back alive, at best the situation is not good, take a long detour, or dig a hole in the ground to hide for a few days - I am a dwarf, and I am a dwarf who knows how to do earthwork!"
The officer was immediately awe-inspiring, and his eyes were different from looking at him.
Among the dwarves, only the high-level dwarves from the holy land "Iron Stone Mountain" possess the natural earthwork technique. Ordinary dwarves must be engaged in the profession of spellcaster before they can comprehend this spell. Hammer Hill (Horus) is a shield guard, obviously not a caster profession, he can perform earthwork, only because of his blood.
In this world, noble blood is universally revered. The blood of high dwarfs is almost equivalent to the royal family of all countries in the world, and he is a big man who is expected to be looked up by an officer whose title is no more than a baron!
Of course, dwarves have long lifespans and prosperous descendants. There are not a few people with bloodlines but no status. Presumably this one should be too. The reason why he risked his life to fight on the Norma line of defense may be to regain his glory. Get the dwarf royal family's approval...
Before the blink of an eye, the imaginative officer had already helped Horus imagine a rather legendary origin, and if he had been given some time, he might have been able to make up a story that could be sung.
If Panda and Horus knew what he was thinking, they would probably have sighed, "This guy is a waste of talent if he doesn't become a bard" and so on.
Now that the two had made up their minds, the officer did not stop them, but told them to be more careful, and said that they would keep their rooms and personal belongings for a month, if they did not come back after a month, or if the body was thrown by Thracians. If you hang it up and show it to the public, then you can only cancel the room and deal with the inheritance.
"In a month, we will surely be back!" said Horus confidently.
He didn't brag, even if he and the panda died in the Thracian army camp, a month would be enough for them to come from the castle again.
Being able to resurrect is just so confident...
The days in winter are short, the sun goes down quickly, and when night falls, the panda and Horus put on black clothes and slipped quietly down the frozen mountain. The icy mountain slides without leaving their hands, and most people slide down and probably fall to their death, but the two of them have no problem - Horus drilled directly from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain with his ground maneuver, and with his support, plus the panda With his own kung fu, the panda went down smoothly, only losing less than one-tenth of his blood.
There are naturally Thracian sentries at the foot of the mountain, but who would have thought that the weak Molai people would slide down from the frozen top of the mountain in the middle of the night and attack them in the dark? That's a death sentence!
So when Panda and Horus sneaked behind them, they were still hiding in the post, leaning against the fire to cook.
"It's so cold!" said a sentinel.
"Yeah! It's not as cold as the South!" replied the other Sentinel.
"When this battle is over, I must find a warm place to settle down!"
"It's easy. When the time comes, let's live in Molai City. It is said that the climate there is warm, not to mention snow and ice throughout the year, even if there is no dew."
"Wow! It sounds so warm! I'll have to get a big house! Sunshine every day!"
"Hehe, you don't understand! Not only is the weather warm in the south, but women are also warmer! Remember the southern female spy we caught last time? It's...awesome!"
"I really don't know about this. It's so easy for spies to catch it?"
"As long as it's a beautiful southern woman, she's a spy."
"Haha! I understand! It makes sense, I learned another trick!"
The two were talking happily when they suddenly saw a black figure appearing behind each other, and their eyes were invariably horrified.
But before they could shout or reach for their weapons, Panda and Horus had each grabbed one's head and, with a little force, turned it more than one hundred and eighty degrees.
With the sound of broken bones, the two sentries fell limply.
"Scum!" Panda said viciously.
"Experience is really low..." Horus complained dissatisfiedly.
After killing the sentinel, the two started sneaking again, turning into two ghosts in the night, walking quickly in the shadow that the bonfire could not shine, and soon they touched the second outpost.
There were six sentries in this post, which soon turned into six corpses.
When they touched the third outpost, they finally saw people other than ordinary soldiers.
A shrewd and capable-looking officer was sitting by the fire with a pot of tea beside him, holding a sword and fur in his hand, carefully wiping his sword.
The cold light of his sword flickered, and at a glance, he knew that it was extraordinary.
Panda and Horus glanced at each other, talked in private chat, then exited the post and walked towards the barracks behind.
This officer is not easy to deal with, so find a good starter to deal with. Persimmons want to choose soft pinch, they are here to attack, not to fight hard!
When they got to the Thracian barracks, they realized that it was not as easy to squeeze soft persimmons as they thought. There were patrolling soldiers everywhere in the barracks, and many of them knew that they had some strength at first glance. It's easy to kill them, but it's absolutely impossible to keep them silent.
The two circled the barracks in distress for a long time, and finally finally settled on a target.
What does it mean to kill a patrolman? Or destroy the Thracian armory or granary, more interesting!