Versatile Mage

The camp rests, it's dark, the night explores, it's no different than going to die.

Tomorrow at dawn, they will continue to advance, and if the enemy camps are successfully located, the Federation forces will officially start fighting the rebels the next night.

The longer it rains, the more intellectually the torrential rain affects people, and even if it were not for a position such as that of the Federation and the rebels, some minor friction could lead to the magicians killing each other.

So the ideal is to start the war before dark tomorrow!

The skeleton swamp is about a kilometre ahead of it with a lambstone half-tree, and their trunks are inserted into separate hard earth blocks, while the stiff branches stretch obliquely over the wetlands, some sticking to the surface of the water and some not into the water.

These moss half-trees are not easy to break and can barely be used as a foothold, so the soldiers choose the appropriate half-tree frame to rest on.

There are 400 barbarian bull cavalry and about 450 barbarian bulls.

The barbarians are marshy creatures whose skin looks like a piece of black lacquered glass and whose sticky mud and silt cannot adhere to their smooth bodies, so the barbarians can move and swim very freely in the marsh.

The barbarian bull rested directly in the mud pit, and the cavalry magicians sat on the tree shelf with their chests in their arms, silent.

Instead, Maggie the Chimpanzee, as the new leader, greeted every cavalry magician he could see with great enthusiasm, which was further downplayed by those cavalry magicians.

“Do you have a plan of action? I don't want my cavalry colliding like headless flies in swamps and rainforests, falling into enemy traps.” Cavalry Chief Benosen said.

“Well...” the chimpanzee was asked.

What battle plan could he have, but to meditate on the name of the Frith God and then go forward!

“The enemy has a Sovereign Mage, and there should be more than just Bucker. I went to the nearby swamp a while ago and found signs of flexibility.” Mubai came up with his own report, which he said professionally.

“So tomorrow we have to face the dead? Doesn't matter. In front of my barbarian cattle, the dead are just a bunch of reeds.” Cavalry Chief Benosen said.

“As we discussed with Chief Major earlier, the enemy possesses a better investigative capability than we do, and now I'm guessing they're likely to use the spirits lurking beneath the swamp to detect our movements.” Mulberry continued.

Dead spirits can hide perfectly beneath the swamp, and even if they don't have to show their heads, they can see what's going on above the swamp with their perception of living things.

Bakr also gave a hint to make Mubai clear how the rebels were holding information about the marshes that could not stand up.

“So you're not a bunch of idiots.” Benosen said.

“Well, the day starts at dawn, and when we clear these eyes of the dead, we can't know where we're going into the rainforest.” Mulberry said.

……

Mubai was right to judge that the rebels had hidden many dead spirits in the marshes, which were not fighting but used only to detect them.

At night, when everyone was resting, a wizard in a leather raincoat, silently glowing, entered a dark swamp.

He was using the magic of the Holy Word, whispering and complaining.

“Shit, why do I have to do this dirty job!” Zhao Manyan scolded.

Fingers were drawn, a group of small elves emerged over Zhao Manyan's fingers, and they were bounced into the swamp pool like cigarette butts.

Light Pokémon with clear wings burst into mud sludge, and they caught the dead buried beneath the mud pool very sharply, quickly turning them into pus.

Continue to the depths. Zhao Manyan doesn't want to be this cleaner the next day. He intends to eliminate all the eyes of the nearby Marsh Death Spirit in one breath...

But the further we go, the more Zhao Manyan feels that something is wrong.

When he turned back and found a strange, dark forest of dead branches behind him, his face immediately changed.

“Did I fucking forget to make the mark back??” Zhao Manyan spoke to the air.

“It's over! ”

“Am I from here?? ”

“Nima, why do all these trees look alike!! ”

“Hello!! Is there a living spirit? If I don't get past you, just ask for a way! ”

……

Late at night, Movan looked at the depths of a dead swamp, the look on his face was a little heavy, there was a kind of crazy sadness that the father didn't know where his wild son was going.

In the city, it is normal for Zhao Manyan not to return home.

But this is a deserted swamp. Can he sleep with a lizard?

“Did you run into the rebels?” Mubai walked over and apparently wondered why Zhao Manyan had not come back.

“Unless it's a female rebel.” Movan said.

“We can't be the best in the rebels. After all, we show some strength, and the rebels won't think we're simple scouts.” Mulberry said.

“It's not the first day you met Zhao Manyan. He ran away a long time ago.” Movan said.

Zhao Manyan has many talents for life protection and more talents for escape.

Even Movan himself is not sure he can take down Zhao Manyan, what level of figure can the rebels come up with to keep him??

……

It's getting deeper at night, and it's probably not far from dawn.

Movan was napping and immediately opened his eyes when he heard a slight noise coming from a short distance.

Half a tree, the man in the leather raincoat walked quickly, and he stared furiously at Movan, looking angry.

“I've been gone so long, you don't know what to worry about, I still have the heart to sleep!!” Zhao Manyan blamed.

“I talked to Mulberry for a long time, and I finally agreed that you should be lost.” Movanderdor said.

Zhao Manyan listened, that face rose more red, angry: “Bullshit, I went to visit the enemy's camp! ”

“Since when are you so aggressive?” Movan asked.

“Look for yourself." Zhao Manyan shook his hand and threw a corner of a rebel flag in front of Movan.

Movan, look at this. It's a rebel camp!

Zhao Manyan really found the rebel camp overnight??

Incredible!!

“Bull B, you can hit the dragon tomorrow!” Movan gave Zhao Manyan a thumb up.

“Humph, next time don't think you know me so well.” Zhao Manyan said.

With an arrogant shake of his head, Zhao Manyan grabbed the trunk of meat from Mofan's bag. First, he filled it with a big sip of water and then bit it.

This night, starve him.

Had he not crashed into the vicinity of the enemy's camp, he would have had little face to explain his lost cause.