After the lively reception, Zhou Qingfeng was surrounded by everyone and was at the head of the conference hall. Everyone was happy, harmonious and very happy.

The oval long table in the hall was not in place enough, and those who could sit down were the leaders of each village. The others could only squeeze behind their leaders and continue to watch the fun.

After sitting down, Uncle Zhou only asked about the food and troops brought by each family, and also introduced the two catapults he brought, a 50-person transport team, and a 150-person logistics team. As for other matters, he only listened with his ears and did not interfere.

How to dispatch troops and generals next, how to siege, attack, how to deal with the enemy's counterattack, and how to expand the results of the battle. The leaders of various families discussed the specific details with each other. When encountering a quarrel, Mr. Zhou spoke to calm the conflict.

Where can I find such a good mascot?

Neither take power, nor do you make any mistakes, nor do you ask for people and property. You speak very politely, and you are very polite to everyone. Everyone present noticed it.

Your Excellency Hugo is indeed talented and intelligent, extraordinary, kind and generous. He is our great savior, our guiding light, and our sailing helmsman. We all like him very much.

The atmosphere in the conference hall was very warm, and everyone's expectations for victory continued to rise. Zhou Qingfeng's smile was stiff, and he did not forcefully announce his early rest until late at night and send troops to start the war tomorrow.

Tielu Village was built in the canyon, and hundreds of people suddenly rushed in. The place where they could camp was very difficult. Zhou Qingfeng left the meeting hall and was wailed by the cold wind at night, and instantly woke up a lot.

The weather is cold and the village is dark, with only a few bonfires illuminating the area close by. Except for the ever-ending cold wind, most places are extremely quiet, and occasionally you can hear jubilant human adventurers clamoring.

There was no one around him, and Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt lonely and everything around him was ridiculous. He saw, heard and encountered everything he had never thought of in the past. He had been busy struggling to survive these days. It was rare to be ready tonight. He would start fighting tomorrow, but instead he was calm.

Will the battle tomorrow go smoothly? How will the enemy react? Am I a keyboard military strategist a rare genius or Zhao Kuo who talks about war on paper?

Zhou Qingfeng followed a stone-paved road to his army's camping area. Because everyone felt safe in Tielu Village, no one followed him. He also wanted to stay alone and sort out his chaotic thoughts.

Looking up at the sky, I couldn't see anything dark.

I don’t know what the devil’s iron curtain is, but it can actually cover up the huge sky.

Zhou Qingfeng was just dazed, empty-handed, his thoughts spread out, and he felt everything around him was silent until he was still alive.

With a clang, the fine prick sword was deshewn and pierced violently at a shadow beside the stone road.

The shadow twisted, as if there was something hidden in it.

A few sword blades attacked, metal sparks emerged, and a thick ink-like black shadow suddenly rose and fell, but disappeared.

Zhou Qingfeng held the stabbing sword in his hand, calm and motionless. After two breaths, he suddenly rose up on the spot, accelerated his body forward, rushed out several meters at an extremely fast speed, and stabbed out with another sword.

The attack was as fast as lightning. The shadow twisted again in the darkness pointed to by the tip of the sword, and was intercepted. The shadow was forced to stop, and he confronted Zhou Qingfeng with his sword, and asked in surprise: "Boy, you suddenly became powerful."

Zhou Qingfeng did not answer, and continued to sting with his face. He even activated his fog ring, hiding his body, actively integrating into the darkness, and continuing to attack.

The shadow in the dark was even more surprised and could only fight head-on for a few moves to curb Zhou Qingfeng's offensive. He said in surprise again: "Boy, your speed is very fast, but your practical experience is still too lacking."

In the fog and dark shadow, Zhou Qingfeng tried his best to sense the opponent's position. The "Must Monster Tongue Spear" in his left hand was ready, and as long as it was locked, it could give the opponent a fatal blow.

Just as Zhou Qingfeng was quietly pondering, Cialek suddenly warned him, informing him that there was danger of approaching, and someone was hiding in the shadows to try to assassinate him.

In a rare moment of peace, there was someone coming to disrupt the situation. Uncle Zhou's anger suddenly emerged and he took the initiative to attack.

The opponent's ability is much higher than Zhou Qingfeng. Even with Cialick's reminder, he has never been able to grasp the opponent's specific position. He widened his eyes and could not see clearly, so he could only exert his hearing to the extreme.

Apart from the movements of weapons, the opponent's actions were almost silent. Even when he spoke actively, his voice drifted around, making people unable to understand.

After several rounds of breathing, Zhou Qingfeng's forehead was sweating. He was considering whether he would call for help, but this really damaged his "wei Guangzheng" image that he had finally established and would be beaten back to his original form at once.

The opponent in the dark also did not act rashly, as if he was moving constantly to avoid being locked, and was not too close to Zhou Qingfeng.

After a stalemate for a while, Zhou Qingfeng said coldly: "Are you the thief named McCann? It's really rare that you can find this place. But you're a step late, and the situation in the Black Forest will be reversed."

The thief in the dark retreated five meters away and asked, "I remember your name is Victor, and that idiot Todd is taking care of you very much. You seem to be doing well. I think many people are surrounding you. But what do you want to do?"

"Everything I did was to make myself live with dignity. You will know exactly what I did soon." Zhou Qingfeng said.

"Is that true? I don't think so." The thief in the dark sneered a few times, and then silently after a moment.

Zhou Qingfeng was highly alert in the darkness and silence, but Cialek sighed, "Boy, your perception is too bad, the other party has left."

Huh, Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and his nervousness was relaxed. He then realized that he was soaked all over and his heart was pounding. The fight just now almost made him on the verge of death.

The thin thorn sword hangs low and returns to the scabbard.

"My strength is indeed too poor. I just rely on the information given by Cialick to fool people. I lack core abilities, so I will be choked sooner or later if this continues."

Zhou Qingfeng was a little depressed. He did not speak out or complain, but continued to walk the stone road under his feet and arrived at his subordinates' campsite.

The campground was lit with more than a dozen bonfires, and dozens of tents were arranged in the bonfires. These tents that were originally supposed to be transported to Baiya Village for Lao Xius have now become Zhou Qingfeng's military supplies.

No one stood guard, no one patrols, there was no slight formality in the camp, and the one who slept inside was a group of wanderers.

"The waste leader is really a match with a large group of waste soldiers." Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly and complained about himself, constantly shaking his head.

Just as he was depressed, he heard footsteps coming from the stone road behind him, and someone was shouting "Half Hugo". When Zhou Qingfeng turned around, Fei Zhe, the leader of Tielu Village, sneaked up with a few close friends.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Qingfeng was attacked just now and his vigilance was still there.

Fei Zhe looked around. The tall and strong guy with a beard seemed to be approaching the thief, and said in a low voice: "His Excellency Hugo, is it true that you said you could help us open the closed mines of the elves?"

"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng immediately understood what the other party wanted to do. He was also a person with a stance. He said with a stern face without hesitation: "Now everyone should be united and open the mine after winning."

When Fei Zhe heard Zhou Qingfeng say 'yes', he gritted his teeth and took out something from his arms, "His Excellency Hugo, you are right, we should unite.

But here is something my grandfather found when he found this elf forging site. Can you identify it on your behalf?”

Fei Zhe seemed reluctant to let go, but he still stuffed the thing into Zhou Qingfeng's hands.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was very principled, looked down and immediately said, "I don't know much about this thing. It will take some time to identify it. Why don't you put it here first?"

"Of course." Fei Zhe gritted his teeth again, "Then the matter in the mine."
Chapter completed!