The crisis lurks and the danger grows.
But the Roddell boy was only a young man and did not have much sense of it. When Abel and the other team members had finished their meeting on important tasks, he told Alan an unintelligible piece of information, a lot of incoherent rambling, and then added in the middle, "Stay close to me for the rest of the day." Alan had no idea what was going on. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but his trust in Abel made him remember the light advice.
Just because the team's moving in a different direction, doesn't mean the Toomens are tracking any less. The men marched northeast, and if they suspected that a Tomen scout was following them, it was a quick march against the enemy until the Tomen were far behind them.
Just two days later, the team led by the Epuyi people from just into the vast forest of more than 20 people, now, the team structure began to be a little sparse. The immediate consequences are very obvious, the division of labor was clear because of the loss of personnel, no implementation, only one person can do several jobs, originally to protect Alan's mercenaries, two now have to shoulder the burden of holding a knife in difficult terrain.
Now Alan was alone on the top of the fungus, silently looking at the darkness around him. The job was called the lookout, and it had nothing to do with him, but with protecting his mercenaries. Abel and Gordon went back to discuss matters and told Alan to get some rest when Alan was approached by his bodyguard, who had been traveling all the way. His brother had not slept for a long time, so he asked Alan, who was nearby, to do him a favor. He went to take a nap and came back to replace him in ten minutes. Alan, of course, did not like it. His knowledge of the lookout amounted to nothing more than a mission called the lookout, and if there was any enemy contact during the ten minutes, Alan was more than likely not to respond.
But the sellsword had done his duty to protect him, and Alan knew he had not rested for a long time. The brother's bodyguard added before he dozed off that he should not tell anyone else, or Grenn would have to pay him if he found out about his mission.
It's all dark. As long as we don't give it away, we'll never find the enemy. Ten minutes. It'll be all right.
'said Alan to himself.
But the Rodel boy made a fool of himself, and just because he can't see, doesn't mean the homecoming Toomens can't find them. In the space of ten minutes, the Tumens seize the opportunity to make a small impact. By the time Alan realized that something was wrong, the Tumen soldiers were within feet of the camp, and Alan could only shout a warning and roll and crawl into the camp himself. The bad warning makes bad fighting, and the family's Arcane and technical staff are more or less wounded in the panic.
Alan's cry for help startled the otherworldly beings who were still talking, and when they came out and saw the location of the Tumen, their hearts almost jumped in their throats. What's going on? You're this close and no one's warning? What does Grenn eat?!
But there is no time to scold them. Abel must quickly organize the evacuation of his people. After putting up the shield, Alan sensed something was wrong. Grenn spent significantly more time in the line, and there was a little tactical movement to harangue the Tumens, causing the Tumenowers to move in front of the line with a full blast against the Armageddon shield. Although the shield will not be penetrated any time soon, the violent impact of the already tired three transcendents feel dizzy. In the Tortoise array, the Sellsword bowers, who were originally the main output, were also weak. They fired a few arrows in twos and threes, but they were soon drowned in the opposite attack. They had to rely on the Arcane's constant spell to summon the wind blades, which were powerful but too few to be as useful as the triple shot of the crossbow. The counterattack was not at the same intensity as when they first entered the forest, either because everyone was tired or because of something else, Alan thought.
The Tumons didn't care. They just felt that their backs were starting to give up and their kidneys were starting to give up. There was no one to stop them. The extent of the attack was unbreakable, of course, but now that there was no son of a bitch on the other side of the street, it was safe to be as vicious as possible.
With no Arcane to interfere and the two Owuls too defiant again, Xavier and Gordon held their hands behind their backs, one wind spear each growing slowly. Two people looked at each other, tacit understanding together stabbed out, letting the two mang's blood splashed on the spot. The sight of the Tunmen without the breakthrough hand was suddenly dumbstruck again. The Yankee tortoise shell was not so hard anymore, the whole army was firing on all cylinders, and the two strongest Owuls were gone...
But the two great Arcane masters were filled with anxiety. The two Owu who had come this time were the weakest in recent times, and there was no difference between them and the ordinary ones. If the Sellsword had sent him a few arrows as before, he might have been shot dead on the spot. However, due to the inaction, the two monkeys became rampant and finally had to be dealt with directly by the Grand Arcane. When would the Grand Arcane be pushed to this level by two of these levels of Arwur?! As he retreated, Shevell was seething with rage and would have been sickened if the provocateurs had not been turned into two corpses.
After getting rid of the Tumen, the Sellsword and the family conflict completely erupted, despite the loud roar that will attract the Tumen, anyway, just got away, no matter how fast can go anywhere.
"What the fuck are you doing! This is a battlefield!"
"You Master Arcane masters are talkative enough to cut down the Tunemen if you can!"
"Yes, if you can, don't fuck nonsense!"
Abel could not unfurl her brows as she watched the uproar below. This small attack should never have caused so much trouble, and the Sellsword was definitely on the move this time, for the obvious reason that Grenn was aware of the danger and was playing a balancing act to preserve his strength. But why wasn't there a warning? In the chaos, their mercenaries are ordinary people with a high risk of injury. Though they had gained a good position early, and Alan had been the first to spot Tunemen...
A quick flash of lightning flashed through Abel's mind. He said "no," and turned his head to see what was breaking his heart.
Grenn walked up to Alan and lifted the little figure from his feet. Then, with a thud, a knife came out of its sheath. Even in the darkness, the blade seemed to shine brightly, and the sound of it told us that it was wrought with the finest steel. It was not enchanted, but it had no problem cutting the throat of an unguarded Arcane. The chill flickered like a candle, reflected by the faint glow of the glowing mushrooms around him, and Grenn watched Alan like a reaper by candlelight. Alan, with his viper eyes, was terrified and did not know what was going on. Suddenly Grenn had the hilt of the knife in his left hand and pressed the blade against Alan's neck. "You're a traitor!" he shouted.
Grenn put the knife down! Abel saw through Grenn's plan but was too late to stop it. He uttered a loud cry to frighten the Sellsword commander and then took out the staff as if no one else was calling for the wind spear. But Grenn was a stranger. He was ready to shoot!
Grenn was a little uneasy at this time. He wanted to find a chance to confirm the Deco family's attitude towards them and the bottom line so that he could consider them later, and at the same time demonstrate to Abel that they should not be treated as soft targets. The righteous of Apu had been so protective of Alan that it was no secret that this boy was the most effective way to make a mark. Now, finding a reason and an opportunity, he's got the young Arcane under control.