The number of scout troops is still small, twenty-four!

It was the twenty-four that had made a wave with the Thunder Knights last time, and formed a small team intact.

Everyone was born and died together last time, and their feelings are better than ordinary comrades-in-arms. They all felt happy to form a new team, shook hands with each other, and patted their shoulders.

Several Tornado knights said to Robb: "It's really reassuring to be able to go out with Mr. Robert to scout the enemy again. If it weren't for you last time, none of us would come back."

Robb smiled and said, "It's all luck to win prizes."

The Gale Knights advanced north to thirty miles to the south of the Magic Temple, set up the camp, and then sent out scouts, scattered and separated, and must master all the conditions in the surrounding dozens of miles before they could start the siege.

The Robb team belonged to the strongest combat team in the scout squad. Not only Robb, the staff officer, but also two black knights from the Black Earth Knights were present. It could be said that they were fighters in the scout squad. They headed northwest of the camp, the canyon between the Black Pine Mountains and the Magic Temple.

Walking on the rugged mountain road, Kangte was very interested: "Let me tell you that I have become stronger. Last night I tried the newly learned combat skills and magic. It was amazing."

Everyone: "Cut!"

Only Robb did not speak, but was looking at the map.

Seeing no one believes him except Robb, Conte is anxious: "I said why do you do this? Can't you trust me a little?"

The Gale Knights shook their heads together: "We are not stupid! Conte, can't you be more realistic, can you? Really see your strength, and then do something that suits your strength, say something that suits your strength, take a look , You are about the same age as Mr. Robert, but your ability to do things is really far away. Mr. Robert is working hard to study the map and advise us. Only you are a gangster all day long."

Conte was embarrassed: "Well..."

As soon as everyone said this, Robb put away the map: "You guys wait for me here, I suddenly want to squat in the pit and go to the nearby woods to deal with it."

Everyone: "..."

The other twenty-three people had to wait and talk awkwardly. After several minutes, Robb came out of the woods, holding a large pile of strange wood in his hand, a large pile, covering him. In the back, it looks like a timber mountain.

The wood looks yellowish overall, with a faint green light permeating it.

Although the team is all physics professions, except for the two black knights, everyone else is from the Knights of the Storm. They have a lot of knowledge about wind magic. You can tell at a glance, these woods The green light permeating above is a kind of magic power that is beneficial to the "wind".

Conte was amused: "Brother Robert, your luck is still so good. You went into a pit in the woods and picked up good things."

Two scouts from the Knights of the Storm came over and took a closer look: "We don't know this wood, but we only need to look at this pale green light to know that this thing is used to make a wand, and it will have a very good wind magic. Gain."

Robb glanced at the composition of the team. In addition to himself, it was Conte, two black knights, four gale knights, and the rest were all classes of assassins, hunters, and archers. There was no wizard at all, so he laughed. He smiled and said: "This is boxwood. It is indeed a good material for making sticks. The boxwood staff made with this thing has a very good damage bonus effect on wind magic, but... there is no such thing here. Master, good things have a share if you see it, and you have no share if you don't see it. We don't practice a stick."

Hearing what he said, everyone couldn't help but stunned: "Then what are you going to do with them?"

Robb said: "Let's make a bow. The hunters and archers present have a share. Although the thieves are not the main bows, they occasionally shoot two arrows, so they have a share. The knights don't care."

"Hey?" Everyone couldn't help being overjoyed.

Robb said: "You wait here, I will go back to the teacher to make them into bows and arrows for you."

He opened a portal and stepped in.

After a while, Robb came back, holding a large stack of bows again.

Boxwood bow!

Robb rubbed it with his hands. The faint green light glowing on the wood just now has turned into a shining green light. Obviously, after being rubbed by his hand, the magic contained in it has become stronger. It's more conducive to fighting.

Robb handed the bows to the archers, hunters, and thieves one by one. After one hand, he introduced one sentence: "I didn't do this. It was made by my teacher, Godafather from Westwind City."

"The effect of your bow is to increase the shooting speed by 20%."

"You can increase the damage of multiple arrows by 20% and increase your agility."

"You are increasing the movement speed by 10%."

"You are..."

He issued a bow and briefly introduced the function to the person holding the bow. After a while, a dozen bows were issued. Everyone looked a little weird after listening to the features he introduced.

What kind of equipment is this Nima sent to ordinary scouts? Each of these bows is the best. It is not easy for the generals to make one. They are sent like Chinese cabbage.

Of course, Conte is accustomed to all of this. Godafather is in Westwind City. It’s the tune that Godafather sends his own equipment. No matter how expensive the equipment is, it’s not as valuable as the big soldiers under his hands, whether you need it or not. Yes, anyway, the authentic master-level equipment will be put on you first, so that you can go out and use the smallest combat skills to achieve explosive effects.

Contra took La Robb's arm: "Brother Robert, come with me, I have something to tell you."

Robb followed him to one side, far away from the people over there. Conte lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "Brother Robert, you give them so many Westwind City equipment, will you not? That's great?"

Robach said: "Huh? Don't you feel bad?"

Conte said in a very low voice: "God knows if Godafather will become king in the future. By then, the relationship between Sieglan and our Westwind City will be very delicate. You just give them ordinary things. But give them the magical equipment made by Godafather. I am afraid that when Godafather becomes king in the future, these people will become our enemies, so we will give Godafather the hind legs."

Robb: "Fak! You shoplifter behaves smarter than usual."

Conte said: "Huh? Is this something smart people want? I'm an idiot. I'm afraid that everyone who stays in Westwind City now has thought about this problem."

Robb laughed dumbly and patted him on the shoulder lightly. "Don't worry, my teacher doesn't have the desire to be a king. How can he be a king if he is such a lazy person?"