Chapter 50: Assassinated

The lively interview was over, and Zhou Qingfeng was surrounded by the crowd to achieve the top position in the Chamber. Everyone was beaming, happy and happy.
The oval long table in the hall is not enough, and the heads of the villages can sit down. Others can only crowd behind their bosses and keep watching the excitement.
After sitting down, Uncle Zhou only asked about the food and military forces brought by each family, and also introduced the two trebuchets he brought, the transport team of 50 people, and the logistics team of 150 people. As for other things, he only listened with his ears, without any socket.
How to dispatch troops and siege, how to siege, how to attack, how to deal with the enemy's counterattack, how to expand the results. Specific details have been discussed with each other. When confronted with quarrels, Uncle Zhou began to calm down the contradictions.
Where can I find such a good mascot?
He neither seizes power nor blindly makes up his ideas, nor asks for demographics or property. He is also very polite and has a very low attitude, and he is especially polite to everyone. Everyone was conscious of the presence
Huge Hugo is indeed brilliant, intelligent, kind, and kind. He is our savior, our beacon, our helmsman, and we all like him very much.
The atmosphere in the Chamber was therefore very enthusiastic, and everyone's expectations for victory continued to rise. Zhou Qingfeng's smiling face was stiff, and it was not until late at night that he forcibly announced that he would take a rest early and send troops to fight tomorrow.
The Tielu Village was built in the canyon, and suddenly there were hundreds of men and women. The place where we could camp was stretched. Zhou Qingfeng left the Chamber and was awakened by the cold wind in the night.
The weather is cold, the village is dark, and only a few campfires illuminate the immediate area. With the exception of the never-ending cold wind, most places are extremely quiet, and occasionally jubilant human adventurers are noisy.
No one was around, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt lonely, and everything around him was ridiculous. What he saw, heard, and encountered was something he had never thought of before. These days I have been busy struggling to survive. It is rare to be ready tonight. I will start tomorrow, but I am calm.
Will the battle be smooth tomorrow? How will the enemy react? Am I a keyboard strategist an inexperienced wizard or a Zhao Kuo on paper?
Zhou Qingfeng followed a slab-paved road to his troop camp. Because in the iron furnace village, everyone felt safe, so no one was with him. He also wanted to stay alone and sort out his confused thoughts.
Looking up at the sky, the darkness is invisible.
I don't know what the iron curtain of the devil is, but it can cover a large sky.
Zhou Qingfeng was so dazed, letting go, his thoughts spread outwards, and he felt lonely around him. until
With a short stab, the fine-stabbed sword came out of the sheath and pierced a shadow on the stone road.
The shadow twisted, as if any ghost was hiding in it.
A few times the blades fought, sparks of metal burst out, and a thick black shadow suddenly fell and disappeared.
Zhou Qingfeng held the sword and remained calm. After two breaths, he exploded in place, his body accelerated forward, rushed out a few meters away at a very fast speed, and stabbed again with a sword.
This stab was as fast as electric light, and the shadow twisted again in the darkness pointed by the sword tip, and was intercepted. The shadow was forced to stop, confronted Zhou Qingfeng with a sword, and asked in amazement, "Boy, you suddenly became terrible."
Zhou Qingfeng didn't answer, and continued to launch spikes with a stretched face. He even activated his own fog ring, hid the body, actively merged into the darkness, and continued to attack.
The shadows in the darkness were even more surprised. They could only fight head-to-head to fight Zhou Qingfeng's offensive. He was surprised again and said, "Boy, you are fast, but your actual combat experience is still too lacking."
In the fog and shadow, Zhou Qingfeng did his best to perceive the position of his opponent. The "Mud Strange Tongue Spear" in his left hand is ready, as long as he locks it can give the opponent a fatal blow.
Just as Zhou Qingfeng was quiet and contemplative, Sirek suddenly sent him a warning informing him that there was danger approaching, and someone was hiding in the shadows trying to assassinate him.
There were still people in the rare and calm moments. Uncle Zhou's anger suddenly burst out and launched an attack.
The opponent's ability is much higher than Zhou Qingfeng's. Even with the reminder of Chiric, he has been unable to grasp the specific position of the opponent. His eyes were wide and he couldn't see anything. He could only use his hearing to the limit.
Except for the movement of several weapons, the opponent's actions were almost silent, and even the initiative to speak, the sound floated, making people confused.
Fighting for several rounds of breathing, Zhou Qingfeng's forehead sweated coldly. He was considering whether to call out for help, but it really hurt his image of 'Wei Guangzheng', which would be erected, and he would be beaten back to his original shape.
The opponents in the dark did not act lightly, it seemed to be constantly moving to avoid being locked, and not too close to Zhou Qingfeng.
After being deadlocked for a while, Zhou Qingfeng said coldly, "You are the thief named McCann? It's rare that you can find here. But if you come a little late, the situation in the Black Forest will be reversed."
The thief in the dark retreated five meters away and asked: "I remember your name is Victor, Todd's idiot takes care of you. You seem to be very good, I think many people are turning around you. But you What are you trying to do? "
"Everything I do is to allow myself to live with dignity. Specifically, you will know soon." Zhou Qingfeng said.
"Really? I don't think so." The thief in the dark made a few sneers, and then he was silent.
Zhou Qingfeng was on high alert in the darkness and silence, but Ciric sighed, "Boy, your perception is too bad, the other party has left."
Huh, Zhou Qingfeng was relieved, and his nervousness was relaxed. Then he found himself drenched and his heart beating. The recent fight almost put him on the brink of death.
The fine-stabbed sword hangs low and belongs to the scabbard.
"My strength is really too bad, just relying on the information given by Cyric to fool people. Without the core competence, people will get stuck in the future sooner or later."
Zhou Qingfeng was a little depressed. He didn't say a word, didn't complain, just continued to walk the stone road under his feet and reached his camp.
The camp was lit with dozens of bonfires, and dozens of tents were set up between them. These tents, which should have been transported to Baiyu Village for Lao Xiusi, now become the military supplies for Zhou Qingfeng.
No one sent a whistle, no one was patrolling, there was no trace of regularity in the camp, and what was sleeping inside was a group of rangers.
"The waste leader is a good match with a large group of waste soldiers." Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly at himself, shaking his head constantly.
Depressed, I heard footsteps from the stone road behind me. Someone was shouting 'His Hugo.' When Zhou Qingfeng turned around, Fei Zhe, the leader of Tielu Village, sneaked up with several relatives.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Qingfeng was just attacked and still vigilant.
Fei Zhe looked away. The tall, strong-faced guy with a beard and a thief seemed to be close to the thief, and said in a low voice: "Her Hugo, did you say that we can help us open the elf closed mine, is it true?"
"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng immediately understood what the other party wanted to do. He was also a person with a stand. He said without hesitation. "Now everyone should be united, and the mine will be opened after winning."
When Fei Zhe heard Zhou Qingfeng said ‘yes’, he gritted his teeth and pulled something out of his arms.
Her Hugo, you are right, we should be united.
But here is something my grandfather found when he found this elven forge. Can you identify it for you? "
Fei Zhe seemed reluctant, but still stuffed things into Zhou Qingfeng's hands.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was very principled, looked down and said immediately, "I don't understand this thing too much, and it takes a while for identification. Should you put me here first?"
"Certainly." Fei Zhe gritted her teeth again. "So what happened at the mine?"
Zhou Qingfeng immediately said in a high spirited manner: "Well, the issue of principle is not compatible, we still have to talk about solidarity. But I have no intention of sleeping tonight, and I just want to visit your village and start from the mine."