The former Grey Wolf mercenary, a young man who was now his subordinate, ran up gasping for breath. He looked up at the two people above and asked, "Here! Lord, what's the matter?"

Although he had just joined, Ben had already instructed Antitina to explain his 'true identity' to them. It's not a big deal for adventurers, travelers, or even merchants to use a fake identity when traveling, but these mercenaries were still very happy that Ben trusted them like this — after all, compared to a merchant's identity, the identity of a future lord was obviously more attractive to these mercenaries.

Compared to the wandering lifestyle of instability and lack of a fixed residence, mercenaries would rather become the escort of a noble, at least they could settle down. Especially from the description of those Rubis Mercenaries, it was obvious that this young lord was different from most nobles' selfishness and indifference, ignoring the lives of their subordinates. Although they had just learned a lesson from 'Mane Wolf' Macaro — living in this chaotic world, what else could these small figures do.

They just had to work harder to attract the lord's attention.

"Pass down the orders, get ready to move," Ben looked at the valley below and replied.

"No problem, I'll go right away." But halfway through, the young man turned back somewhat puzzled and asked, "Lord, actually I have one thing I can't quite understand..."

"Hmm?"

Sanfde hesitated for a moment, but mustered up the courage to ask, "I think given your current strength, there's no need for such elaborate measures. If we just kill our way through, I believe those Lizardmen would be totally unable to resist, even if as you said they are involved with the Black Fire Sect. As far as I know, even Erune..."

He didn't finish his sentence, "Even the Erune royalty probably can't gather more than twenty Templars —" Yes, although the total number of Templars within Erune might exceed twenty; but one must understand that not all of these Templars serve the nobles, let alone the fact that even those who do serve a certain faction do not all serve the same faction.

The underlying implication of this sentence sounded more like questioning Ben's identity, which made Sanfde shut up forcibly.

But Ben still understood what he meant. He smiled slightly and replied, "It might disappoint you a bit, because these Elf allies are not my subordinates. They fight alongside us because we share mutual goals, and another point is they can't stray too far from the area, otherwise their power will gradually weaken."

The young man was stunned, not understanding what Ben meant by weakening power. But he immediately replied loudly, "No, Lord. You misunderstood, we wouldn't be disappointed — you forgot, when we swore to follow you yesterday, it wasn't because you had great power. It was to repay your helping hand, so, no matter when, whether as Grey Wolf mercenaries or former Grey Wolf mercenaries, we won't break our promise."

However, he immediately asked again, "But, these Elf allies, are they Templars? Even if their power weakens, do they still have that strong effect...?"

Ben saw Sanfde's expression and realized he had misunderstood. It wasn't entirely his fault; indeed, according to normal understanding, even when Templars' power halved, they could still maintain the peak of the Gold Rank.

Twenty peak Gold Rank individuals could indeed sweep this area.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as wished; there was something called the level system. Halving power just drops one level, but halving the level has a much larger impact. And unfortunately, this damned altar system actually deducts power this way — the peak status of the Elf Guard is exactly Level 60 for ordinary units, halving it becomes Level 30 units, which not to mention the peak of the Gold Rank, even maintaining the Silver Upper Rank standard is difficult.

Pushing through the Lizardmen with twenty Silver Upper Rank units would be doable, but adding the Earth Envoy and Conrad makes the problem bigger.

Thus, he had to seek ways to cleverly break the force.

But it's quite complex to explain this, so he simply waved and answered, "Rest assured, go ahead, pass down the orders. Trust me, I will bring you victory—"

The young man was taken aback, then nodded vigorously.

The Silver Elf Commander watched Sanfde's figure disappear into the woods, then turned back with silver-gray eyes glancing at Ben and replied, "I can't tell, human, you are quite arrogant."

"It's confidence," Ben raised his head and seriously corrected, "Remember, this is not the battlefield of the Saint War, nor the glittering era you are in where countless brilliant commanders dim regular tactics. Of course, perhaps in the near future, this continent will welcome that era again, but it's not now."

He raised his head, looking at the northern forest, and answered word by word, "Now, here, I believe no one has the ability to take victory from me. I say this as a seasoned squad leader; Commander, you may record it."

The Silver Elf looked at him, then lowered his head and took off the golden pointed winged helmet. When he raised his head again, it revealed a stunningly beautiful, cold face: "Honestly, I didn't understand." He replied just like that.

"You said 'perhaps in the near future, this continent will welcome that era again'." The Silver Elf turned his face, the cold profile was so beautifully sharp that women would be jealous. He asked, "Do you mean the Dark Dragon will return to this continent?"

"No, that's a different matter."

"Are you sure about that, human? Can you foresee the future?" Another cold question.

Ben was taken aback, thinking this guy could really catch loopholes, the game's development team might as well hire you to catch bugs. But he hesitated for a moment and still said, "It's not prophecy, but a feeling. If you don't believe, when the time comes, I will return here to tell you what truly happened in the outside world, how about that—" He didn't know why he would say such things, but perhaps some secrets had been buried too long in his heart.

This guy is merely a ghost who can't leave here, he thought.

The Silver Elf stunned for a moment, then coldly smiled: "Namenis."

"Ben."

"Ben, then I'll wait to see your so-called victory."

The bastard still didn't believe it.

"Suit yourself." Ben gritted his teeth and replied. (To be continued, to know more on how the story unfolds, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters available, support the authors, and support legal reading!)

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