It All Starts with the Wizard

To the west of Loviisa, the Templar garrison.

At this moment, as the only Templar commander who is still holding his post, Jeffrey can’t sit still. It was a good morning. He likes to enjoy the gentle morning breeze on Brick Plains. While drinking a cup of fragrant coffee, start this beautiful day.

　　 But today he was awakened by a bad news, which made him instantly feel that the original refreshing morning breeze became a bit cold.

　　 "What? What did you say? Are you sure you read it right? Tell me again!"

　　 Jeffrey threw the coffee cup in his hand on the table in a rage, ignoring the spilled liquid splashing on his body, and shouted at a Templar who was kneeling below.

　　 That soldier can be regarded as a small boss. He is responsible for liaising with the Templars in other directions every day. This is originally a casual errand. Although there is no oil and water, it does not have to be the forefront when fighting.

　　According to the regulations, he should send people to confirm the situation with the troops in other directions every three hours to ensure that they can respond in time when problems occur.

But who told him to discover last night that a soldier secretly brought a bottle of good wine into the barracks. During the march and war, the wine was explicitly forbidden, although many high-ranking generals would secretly carry a little. , But he is not capable of such a small role. Once he is discovered, although he will not lose his head, a severe beating is indispensable.

But catching someone else’s privately-supplied drinks is another matter. He immediately happily pulled the soldier down and beaten him down, then pulled up a few people with good relations, found a tent with no one, and had a drink together. After a few cups, the liaison was naturally left out.

　　According to his logic, what storms can a small city of Loviisa reveal? Didn't he just steal it once? Could it be that the other three Templars could be served overnight?

　　Who knew that when he got up this morning and took a few of his men over to check, there was really not even a single figure of the Templars on the north and south sides.

This time, he was frightened. He didn't even think about it. He hurriedly led the people towards the farthest east. At that time, he only hoped that the Templars in the east would stay in place safe and sound, at least. Leave someone to tell him what happened.

　　 But when he arrived at the Templar camp to the east, people saw a lot of them, but they were all dead, and they seemed to be dead. The first thought that popped up in his mind was:

　　 "I'm done, what should I do, run away? Where do I go?"

　　 After calming down, he did not dare to make this decision after all. After all, he is also a person with a wife and children, let alone whether he can escape, he may have the whole family on fire after running like this.

　　 So he gritted his teeth and bit his scalp and ran back to report, but the report also needs to be skillful. Of course, he can't be too sincere, saying that he drank too much last night and threw the job aside as soon as Jiujin came up.

　　 That would definitely add to the crime, and he was properly pulled out and beheaded immediately.

So he wisely skipped the plot of his drinking and mishap, only saying that everything was normal when he contacted at the latest, but by this morning, he found that the Templars on the north and south had suddenly disappeared collectively, and the east was even more miserable. Not only the people were gone, but a whole lot of corpses were left behind.

　　 But this little boss is still a bit clever. He knew that Jeffrey was in anger at this time, and he might be out of anger. He had to find a way to divert his attention, so he continued:

　　 "My lord, based on the observations of his subordinates, I found some differences."

　　 Jeffrey glared at him angrily:

　　 "Trash, say something soon!"

"That's it. Although the Templars on the north and south have disappeared, according to the situation of the camp, they should have taken the initiative to evacuate, because the tents and materials were all packed and taken away, and there was no trace of fighting, so it was big. The probability is only to retreat for a certain distance.

　　 The situation in the east is worse. Not only did the materials and other things not be taken away, but even the corpses all over the floor were not collected. It is estimated.....It is estimated that they have fled. "

　　 Jeffrey is not a fool either. After listening to the analysis of the little boss, thinking about the urination of those old friends, he immediately figured out what happened. He slapped the table severely and yelled:

　　 "Bazel, Fred, you two bastards, you retreat without even notifying Lao Tzu. Does this mean you want me to stay and stop the gun?"

　　 Then Jeffrey immediately shouted at his opponent:

　　 "Hurry and pass the order, the whole army will pull out the camp and retreat thirty miles, no, retreat fifty miles!"

　　 "Slap! Slap! Slap!"

　　 Before the soldier who received the order came and agreed, he heard a burst of crisp applause echoing in the tent.

　　 Jeffrey was angry, and cursed without thinking:

　　 "Who? Who the **** is still in the mood to applaud?"

　　 At this time, the entire tent suddenly darkened, and then black ropes rushed out of the shadow quickly, binding everyone in the tent tightly in an instant.

　　 At the corner of the tent, Roman's figure slowly emerged from the shadows. In the horrified eyes of a group of people, he slowly walked to the center of the tent.

　　 "The analysis is good~www.wuxiaspot.com~Young people are very promising."

　　 Roman smiled and patted the shoulder of the little boss, then said to Jeffrey:

　　 "Hello, Sir Jeffrey, it's not an honor to meet for the first time."

　　 Jeffrey only had his eyes and mouth still moving at this moment. He looked at Roman and asked in a hoarse tone:

　　 "You...who are you?"

　　 Roman showed him a friendly smile, then bowed slightly and said:

　　 "You can call me Merlin. If I guessed correctly, you should have heard of this name."

　　 Jeffrey’s pupils shrank suddenly. Of course he knew the name. Isn’t this the heresy they came to the pig to suppress?

　　 Jeffrey rolled his eyes twice, and then opened his mouth to call for help, but as soon as he spoke, he saw a small hooded head popping out of Roman's shoulder.

　　 Then Jeffrey felt that all his consciousness was sucked into the vortex of the two black holes, and finally he was completely lost in the darkness.

　　 Sitting in the tent, Roman slowly drank Jeffrey's premium coffee while browsing his memories with the help of a doll.

　　 After a while, Roman put down the coffee in his hand, his eyes flickered slightly, and then said to the little boss who was standing beside him with a dull look:

　　 "Go, order to go down, let all the sergeants assemble, and say that in order to welcome the coming holy land elites, Commander Jeffrey will personally parade!"

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