The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 177: Traces Appear

At the foot of the small mound, a dwarf warrior in the patrol team took off the canteen from his waist and took a sip, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

The elven rifleman in the team wrinkled his nose, sniffed the air, and said, "You bastard is filling the kettle with wine again."

The dwarf warrior rolled his eyes and said, "Your nose is still as good as ever, you bastard. Just like a wasteland dog."

Daily patrols are boring, so the patrolmen are used to playing jokes on each other.

The two of them were still insulting each other when they saw the elf sniper on the mound not far away retract his head and gesture towards them.

The atmosphere in the team immediately quieted down, everyone got off their mounts and held the reins tightly in their hands.

After the elf sniper came down, he said, "There's something wrong with the sentry tower. Something must have moved. I haven't seen anything yet. Don't make any noise. I'll go up and take a look."

"Don't go back. Look at the airship above. The one with that mark is our Cattail City's airship. They are using the mirror to shake us!"

Everyone in the patrol team looked up at the goblin airship that had flown back from the river mouth. Someone on it was using a mirror to reflect the strong light of the rising sun in the east towards them, and it was flashing.

"The signal is wrong, it's not murlocs... it's humans, our goblin airship has spotted humans!"

The elf sniper said this, raised his demon hunting rifle, aimed it at the goblin airship, and observed it through the scope.

On the airship, a small red flag was hanging in front of it.

"Shit, it's a red warning flag. I knew there was something wrong with our sentry tower. The strings we tied up with the colorful flags have all been broken. It looks like some humans have reached our side."

The elf sniper turned around and glared at the dwarf in the team, saying, "Luckily I didn't listen to you. The one who crossed the river at night must have been a magician who used the levitation spell. If I hadn't been smart, we would have reached the watchtower by now."

The dwarf rifleman untied the canteen from his waist again, gulped down a big gulp, and said, "Don't say it, I'm scared too, I didn't expect the bastard humans would finally come.

What should we do? Destroy them from above?"

Looking at the forced smile on the dwarf's face, the people in the team knew that the dwarf was joking to lighten the atmosphere.

The Elf Sniper said, "Don't talk nonsense. Let's quietly return to the artillery bunker and pass the message to the camp."

The dwarf said, "Then let's go. I don't want to be burned into muscle balls by magic."

On the west bank of Lengshui River, Jacob, the personal thug of the eldest prince of the Moran royal family and the leader of the Jacob Mercenary Group, was urging the carpenters to speed up the construction of the raft.

Jacob's mercenary group was secretly supported by the eldest prince of the Moran Empire and had been making a fortune in the Elf Forest.

Not only that, Jacob's Mercenary Group also controls manufacturing industries such as woodworking workshops, as well as escort businesses, two auction houses and a large trading area, as well as many adventurers who rely on them for their livelihood.

It can be said that the Jacob Mercenary Group is one of the largest mercenary groups in the human mercenary world. However, due to the legal restrictions of the empire, the number of combat professionals is only more than 9,000, less than 10,000.

Despite this, the combat professionals in Jacob's mercenary group are all excellent fighters, and there is even a magician who has surrendered to the Crown Prince.

This time, the eldest prince personally came to the border with the imperial prime minister and the general's retainers to find him, and brought a great news.

As the Moran Empire stationed troops in the Elf Forest, facing the Brocade Empire's garrisons to the east and west, construction of the magic exchange center in the central region also began.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with him. His mission is to lead the mercenary group controlled by the Prime Minister's family and the mercenary group controlled by the general to attack the elves' Great Wasteland outpost and obtain the secret recipe for sea salting there for the Crown Prince.

Together with Jacob's Mercenary Group, the three major mercenary groups, 30,000 warriors who are stronger than ordinary regular troops, must obey his orders.

Working with him, they advanced along the eastern coastline of the Elf Forest and arrived at the mouth of the Lengshui River before the Northern Empire could react.

Afterwards, they will cross the Lengshui River and head to the nearby elven outpost, destroy the elven camp there, and bring back the secret recipe for sea salting, which represents huge wealth, to the empire.

Captain Jacob was full of confidence because his patron, Prince Moran, the future emperor of the Moran Empire, had promised him many benefits.

As long as he successfully completes this mission, then after returning, he will be transformed from the position of leader of the mercenary group to a military minister loyal to the eldest prince, and will be promoted to a higher position. From then on, he will get rid of his civilian status, become a noble, and protect his family's descendants.

The wood was cut along the way. Their team included not only soldiers, but also carpenters and apprentices from their own wood workshops.

Watching the busy carpenters tying the raft with ropes, Captain Jacob gave a thumbs up to his own cleverness.

"Captain, look..." A guard came over and pointed at a goblin airship that was turning around in the distance.

As the commander-in-chief, Jacob naturally couldn't lose face in front of the other two captains. He waved his hand and said, "I saw it, it's nothing.

The goblins must be going to do business with the elves. Didn’t we buy our information from these green-skinned dwarves? !”

A team leader asked, "Is it really okay?"

Jacob said: "It is impossible for our team of more than 30,000 people to hide it from the Northern Empire or the elves who trade with the goblins. Now that things have come to this, it depends on how fast we can act."

"That's right. No matter what, their salt-drying craftsmen can't escape. As long as our magicians and knights catch up with a group of them, we will have the secret recipe of salt-drying."

Jacob nodded and said, "In fact, even if the goblins are selling information, at least the deeds of Lord Cromwell must have reached the ears of the elves, so the threat of their Grand Mage will no longer exist."

"Captain Jacob is right!"

Jacob said: "I heard that after this time...you two will also enter the Imperial City?"

The head of the group smiled and said, "That's right. The Prime Minister has promised me a viscount title. I hope Earl Jacob will take care of me when the time comes!"

Jacob laughed and said, "Hahaha, no problem. We may be able to join the regular army with our brothers, and then we can make a fortune together."

After hearing this, the two team leaders also smiled.

Living in the Imperial City is different from being the leader of a mercenary group. It relies on relationships. These new nobles who have no network of relationships will definitely have to stick together for warmth.

Although the three of them each serve their own masters, as the three most prominent mercenary groups among the ten major mercenary groups in the Moran Empire, their respective backers are powerful officials of the empire.

(End of this chapter)