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Chapter 162 Ambush
The sky began to darken, but the wind in "Talek" was noisier than at noon.

Under the leadership of Boyce, the patrol guards formed small teams one by one and walked between the battlement towers.

They held torches and lit the oil lamps wherever they went.

Not long after, the entire four walls of "Talek" were illuminated by the dancing flames.

When the "Lighting Plan" was implemented on the first day, the guards on the patrol were still a little in a hurry, but now, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Sudden.

Boyce, who was at the front, paused.

Someone is calling him.

Looking back, I saw someone coming from the watchtower on the outskirts of the city.

"Sir, we have discovered something strange in the west."

"There is an unidentified team heading in the direction of Tarek!"

coming? !
Boyce's heart skipped a beat when he heard the guard's report.

He looked serious and responded immediately:
"Quick! Arrange the guard team responsible for patrolling the suburbs to set off immediately to investigate the situation!"

"Yes!"

The guard who conveyed the message saluted and ran down the tower to inform the patrol guard on duty.

Now that a situation has arisen, Boyce naturally wants to fully activate the entire city defense system.

He turned to the guards following him, his voice revealing undisguised majesty:

"You guys also hurry up and move, don't miss any of the outposts and stations that should be notified!"

"After confirming the enemy's traces, let the guards outside the city reach the ambush location as quickly as possible!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Short responses sounded, and the long queue originally following Boyce dispersed immediately.

Although the training period was short, the city defense system of "Talek" was not a blank slate.

A few days of training are enough for everyone to become familiar with the "corresponding outpost" assigned to them.

The guards felt that the situation was urgent, and they all quickly entered the state and ran to their respective destinations.

Little did they know that their commander was secretly relieved.

Ever since he knew that a group of sand people might be approaching the northern part of the North, Boyce couldn't even sleep well at night.

Every morning when he wakes up, he is worried that he will face a fallen "Talek".

And every night, he wondered if the enemy was sneaking around in the unlit wilderness on the outskirts of the city.

He knew that being so overly vigilant might not be a good thing, but the problem was that Lord Ige left him with a stable "Talek" before he left.

He also entrusted the important task of city defense to him, a former leather factory worker.

He absolutely couldn't bear the slightest risk of losing the "talek" of the Black Gift.

Additionally, he did not have any information on the Sand People's specific location.

In other words, everything might be just a false alarm on his part, and the target of the Sand People's attack was not "Talek" at all.

But all of his worries might also be real.

The goal of the sand people is "Talek".

This sense of urgency stemming from the unknown tortured his nerves all the time.

Now that the sand people really attacked, Boyce was relieved.

call--

A strong night wind blew.

It is midsummer now, and the overall temperature in the north is much higher than in winter.

Of course, even if the temperature is getting higher, the wind at sunset in Tarek, the northernmost part of the North, is always chilly.

Garnsey tightened his linen gray robe and straightened the lining. His movements were not affected by the cold wind.

The sand people are not afraid of the cold.

Rather, due to the large temperature difference between day and night in the desert, everyone who has survived in the Pustonian Desert has rich experience in keeping warm.

The four rows of sandmen walked together in a tighter formation, with the leaders of each row at the front each holding a round shield wrapped in cowhide.

This is the "wind-breaking shield" unique to the sand people's night march.

Every time he runs a certain distance, the shield holder will hand over the shield to the tribesman behind him.

At the same time, the person who was replaced earlier switches positions with the person behind him without any shield.

In this way, the additional physical damage caused by holding the shield and breaking the wind will be evenly distributed among everyone in the team.Dong dong dong——

The footsteps of the sand people came and went, echoing in the wilderness.

until a certain moment.

laugh--

Garnside, who was walking at the front of the team with a shield, thrust the wind-breaking shield hard into the ground and made a gesture.

dong dong——

The whole army of sand people stopped.

Not long after, the scattered footsteps completely disappeared, and the surroundings fell into silence.

Garnside looked at the rocky hills ahead, his brows furrowed at first, and then quickly relaxed.

The corner of his mouth drew a cold arc.

He quickly took out a short knife from his waist, took aim, and sent it towards a boulder two people high in front of him!

call--

The short knife inlaid with precious stones gave off a sharp light under the setting sun, like a stream of rainbow speeding towards the target.

clang--

Gold and iron clashed, and the dagger, which was extremely small and inconspicuous compared to the boulder, slammed into the surface of the boulder.

Almost in the next second.

clack clack-

Accompanied by a crisp crackling sound.

The short knife, which seemed to hit the stone with an egg, was inserted straight into the center of the boulder!
clack clack-

Another frightening few seconds passed.

boom--

The huge stone collapsed.

Behind the stone, three astonished reconnaissance guards were revealed in a dusty mist.

They had no idea that in such a short period of time, they would be exposed to the enemy.

However, as guards responsible for reconnaissance, they spent all day dealing with wild wolves and pythons who were good at surprise attacks on the outskirts of the city, and they all honed their extremely powerful reaction abilities.

The moment they met the leader of the sand people, the three guards roared almost simultaneously:

"Enemy attack!"

War cries erupted in the rocky hills and were quickly transmitted to the ears of every guard ambushing around.

In an instant, hundreds of guards appeared from behind huge rocks and from the other end of gentle slopes.

Garnside didn't show any panic on his face when he faced the enemies appearing all over the mountains and plains.

He glanced coldly at the enemies around him and twitched the corners of his mouth in mockery.

Although "Talek" finally noticed the team's whereabouts, now it seems that it may not be such a bad thing.

He may have made a fuss out of a molehill earlier.

The wind knows everything.

Just like the wind had just told him that the front was full of enemies.

Feng also told him that these enemies are just ants that can be easily crushed!

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

On the other side, the ambushing guards didn't care what the leader of the sand people who was walking in front looked like he was looking down on the world was thinking.

They were armed with spears and attacked the Sand People from all directions.

Although these sand people discovered their ambush first, this did not prevent them from charging bravely.

Among the crowd, more than a dozen followers of the God of Ceremony wearing black robes could be seen.

Their voices are louder than anyone else’s, and their determination is firmer than anyone else’s!

"kill!"

"Gods are watching us!"

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