How can I kill the supreme commander of a fortress?

Chen Yan is only at level 6, and the personal strength of the fortress commander must be the top 16 level, with extremely rich practical experience! Around him, there are guards from the entire legion to protect the periphery day and night, and high-level warriors and magicians are responsible for the inner security, while the strongest Harun Palace master in the entire empire is at the command center.

During the war, as a general, he was a basic quality and he would wear several layers of armor. In order to prevent demonic assassination, as a senior executive of the empire, he not only wore the most expensive close-fitting soft armor, but also had multiple protective spells left by magicians.

The magic system of this world is self-contained, and Chen Yan cannot perform accurate analysis for the time being. Brute force cracking will only alarm the target in advance.

Then, the divine grace, early warning magic, and the healing magic that is instantly activated after serious injury are also indispensable for countless special means of saving lives on the commander. Such people, let alone using bows and arrows, will not necessarily die even if they stab ten times face to face.

Not to mention the issue that the dead can still be resurrected.

A king may be assassinated for a moment of negligence, but a general on the front line will never make such a mistake. Places where there may be problems such as eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet must have been considered long ago, and the people around him have also been filtered heavily.

Like the TV series, a messenger with a strange face can actually come directly to the general. That is not a fairy tale, but a myth...

How can such a person be assassinated?

"First of all, he must have an unreliable adjutant..."

Chen Yan drew a circle on a name on the information board.

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Darcy, commander's niece.

I like opera, knight, city stories, and hate red tape... a typical aristocratic lady.

She accompanied her fiancé to the Bronze Fortress. Her fiancé needed a victory as an advancement level, and she needed a "charming war love" with the battlefield as the background. It did not really happen. As long as the details were rich enough, the silly ladies in the imperial capital believed and envied, jealous and hated him. Miss Dassie is a smart person.

Her fiancé was naturally thrown into the battlefield without hesitation.

After all, there are some things in this world that are real, because in the crisis, even the nobles have to find the foundation of the family. The Constance family is "sacrifice", while the commander family is "military merit".

Miss Dassie was left in the command center, temporarily holding the title of "Adminton" and not assigned any specific responsibilities. The war broke out outside had nothing to do with her, and she would quickly walk around when encountering wounded soldiers or corpses. Miss Dassie only wrote her love story with all her heart.

In the command center, there are many nobles like her who have titles and qualifications, but she... is the only one who can get close to the commander.

"It's so stinking here, I want to go out for some breath." Miss Dashy made an excuse and left the busy command center. Without the commander's special instructions, there were naturally corresponding people following her.

The command center is located not far behind the city wall, quite close to the front line. As soon as Miss Dashy came out of the command center, she was facing the flying fire, the sky covered with smoke, the group of wounded soldiers who had retreated and repaired, and more legions that had filled in.

But Miss Dashy's sight was not like this. She saw people coming and going, thinking about herself as lonely as a bird; seeing the dark sky, thinking about her dark mood; seeing magic and flames, thinking about the fireworks that year that the capital was prone to cold... So she felt very lonely, lonely, and cold...

Without love, I can't live anymore.

She was wondering if this city fell, as a weak woman, what fate would she have encountered? Are the demons falling in love with me while playing with me or playing with me while involuntarily falling in love with me? I will be captured by a humble demon, live strongly under his vulgar treatment, and be like this and that every day... until the day when I accidentally met the demon monarch. Perhaps the moment of looking at each other would be eternity...

"Ah~" A bright color suddenly appeared in her vision interrupted her fantasy and grief.

But Miss Dassey was a very good girl. She was not angry, but was as happy as if she had found a little happiness. She happily lifted up the corner of her skirt, politely stepped over a row of soldiers' bodies, and ran towards a corner near the building. There were a few wild flowers blooming in the mud blown by the wind.

Miss Dashy squatted in front of a few flowers and looked over again, then raised her head and looked around. It turned out that before she knew it, the trees had sprouted and the fields were dyed with a faint green layer.

"Spring is here!" Miss Dashy said happily.

She picked wild flowers and took off a branch with tender buds from the edge, and tied the flowers into an exquisite bouquet.

"I want to send it to my uncle." The guard behind him did not stop him, but just passed a gesture behind him.

...

Of course, it is impossible to deliver the bouquet directly to the commander, as it does not conform to the etiquette of the nobles.

After Miss Dashy returned, she untied the bouquet again, and then carefully trimmed it into the vase in the imperial capital. Her flower arrangement art is famous, so she must give her a good look for it!

As for the branch that tied the bouquet, it was naturally thrown into the trash can.

...

"Uncle, look at it!" Daxi sent the carefully-inserted vase into the command room like a treasure. Even if Miss Daxi was "uninformed with the world", she knew who the person who really decided her fate was, so she was trying to please her uncle all the time.

"No, put it there." The commander stopped the matter and pointed to his desk, showing a smile.

However, when Miss Dashy leaves, her smile disappears in a blink of an eye!

"Is there a lot of money at this time?" he asked with a calm face.

"It's a week early." A magician stood up and answered respectfully and retreated to the ranks just now. Then the guards following Miss Darcy, repeating her actions with no mistakes. Then a mage used more than a dozen methods to detect flower arrangements and shook his head and returned.

"There are still problems, go check!" The commander did not let go of this trivial matter. "...The movement is gentle, she is my niece whom I like."

So a dozen people bowed and left.

"Let's continue!" the commander said coldly. From beginning to end, he never looked at the bottle of flowers again.

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Sitting opposite the commander, the two men hid themselves in the one-piece hood and looked at each other quietly.

They obviously felt the conspiracy aura on the bottle of flowers.

But they will not express their opinions on this unless they are in a favorable position. The devil will not destroy the conspiracy others are carrying out, but will only find ways to make profits from it.

Yes, that is why the commander was able to be convinced that Emperor Jeremy Constance was still alive. The two devil messengers who sat before him were the devilish messengers from Hell, who brought His Majesty Jeremy's handwritten letters, and the contents of the letters were in line with their previous plans.

The commander had no reason not to believe this, but believed in the abandoned golden sword brought back by the commander of the gangster who was talking nonsense!

"Tell me, when will the reinforcements in hell arrive? We need reinforcements, real reinforcements!" The commander said in a deep voice, "To be honest, I have fought with the things outside for decades. I don't believe you strange-looking things! I don't believe at all!"

"Haha~" The hooded man leaning on the left, with a tacky laughter. "Silly bastards can never tell the difference between hell and abyss. Listen, we are from hell, not those brainless idiots in the abyss. Barto Hell respects the reputation of signing a contract, and is famous throughout the multiverse, and it is not something you can question in the countryside like you!

We will do what we require in the agreement not to do more or less."

The commander leaned back to the chair, with a clear expression, "You brag about it casually, I only look at the actual results."

"Then, let's contact us and let us leave first." It doesn't make any sense to continue talking. The two hooded men stood up and said goodbye. From beginning to end of this meeting, the female devil on the left holding a staff was talking, and the devil on the right never said a word.

When they left, the eyes of the two hooded men stopped on the vase for a moment, and were seen by the commander and their eyes flashed.

After leaving the door, the hooded man walking on the right suddenly whispered, "The vase has the breath of Xu Xian!" She raised her head, revealing the face under the hood, with black hair and black eyes.

Who else could it be if it weren't for Firna and the demon wizard Gris?
Chapter completed!