With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 591 Reconnaissance on the Northern Front

"Tomorrow's task is here."

He handed the crystal plate to Lin Tian, ​​which showed the coordinates of the Blackstone Tribe's main camp and the patrol routes around the orc camp. Colin was silent for a few seconds, then added.

"Bring your men. This time you're not going to work alone—you're leading a team."

Lin Tian took the crystal plate and glanced at the mission objective on it.

"understood."

Colin nodded and turned to leave.

Only Lin Tian and Xiao Bai remained in the maintenance room. Celia had already blended back into the shadows, with only the faint glimmer of her silver eyes flickering in the depths of the shadows.

In the distance, the sound of artillery fire from the northern front rang out again.

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North gate of Juxia City.

Colin stood inside the city gate, holding a newly updated reconnaissance map in his hand.

"Blackrock Tribe's main camp is located at 37 degrees north of east, approximately 35 miles from the city wall."

He spread the map on the city wall and traced the marked route with his finger.

"We took down three of the watchtowers outside the buffer zone yesterday. There are no permanent sentries in this area now, but the wolf riders are patrolling twice as frequently as usual, every twenty minutes."

Fang Ping glanced at the markings on the map and his brows furrowed.

His left arm was still bandaged, but Colin had him come along because he was the most familiar with the terrain—Fang Ping had conducted the most on-site reconnaissance missions in the entire Third Guard.

Old Luo carried his specially made composite bow, his quiver filled to the brim with arrows, each arrowhead engraved with armor-piercing runes, gleaming a pale golden light in the early morning lamplight.

The other two soldiers stood on either side of Fang Ping behind him, one holding a shield and the other a gun; they were the most well-coordinated old partners in the patrol team.

"The mission objective is to reconnoiter the outskirts of the main camp."

Colin's finger stopped on a high point at the edge of the camp. "Here, Wolf Fang Hill, offers the best view, about three miles from the camp. We need to confirm three pieces of information—the number of shamans in the camp, the location of the shamanic ritual, and the source of that unusual energy fluctuation. Do not engage in combat, do not expose yourself, and withdraw once you have the information."

He rolled up the map and handed it to Fang Ping.

"Let's go." Colin stepped back, making way for the five people.

The city gates slowly closed behind us, the dull thud of the iron gates falling carrying far into the silence of the early morning. The air outside the city was several degrees colder than inside, and we could see white mist as we breathed in.

Fang Ping led the way, knowing every ditch and crevice in this wasteland—which crater was made by the orc catapults last month, which slope could block the wolf riders' view, he remembered it all.

The five people maintained a loose triangular formation, their feet sinking into frozen ground and gravel, which made a soft crunching sound as they stepped on it.

After walking for about ten minutes, Fang Ping raised his right hand, his five fingers clenched together—this was the patrol team's sign language signal, meaning "There is a situation ahead."

Everyone squatted down at the same time.

Lin Tian extended his perception.

Behind the mound in front, three life forms are moving.

They were moving very fast, and their direction was across their path—not coming towards them, but along the patrol's regular route.

They are wolf riders.

The three gray wolves were larger than horses, with drool hanging from their mouths, and their four paws made almost no sound when they ran across the frozen ground.

The orc on the wolf's back wore leather armor, carried a javelin on his back, and had an iron axe at his waist. Fang Ping lowered his body, almost touching the ground, and kept his voice as low as possible.

"Don't move. Their sense of smell and hearing aren't very good, so they'll be fine as long as they're not exposed to your sight."

Fang Ping stood up only after the wolf riders had gone far away.

He glanced at Lin Tian's reaction and realized that Lin Tian hadn't changed his posture at all from beginning to end.

It seemed that the three level 72 wolf riders were no different from the three field mice darting by the roadside to him.

Luo muttered something under his breath.

"Just as Fang Ping said—this person never panics."

The procession continued forward.

After walking for another twenty minutes, the terrain began to become uneven.

This is typical of the buffer zone – land repeatedly ravaged by war, with craters upon craters and charred, dead trees lying haphazardly on the ground.

Several orc corpses hadn't respawned yet and were stuck at the edge of the crater.

This area had been repeatedly plowed by catapults and magic from both sides, leaving the ground riddled with craters, some of which still contained the embers of dark red runes.

The energy residue left after the shaman's totem explodes will continue to burn in the crater for several days, emitting a faint green light that is particularly noticeable in the darkness of the early morning.

Lin Tian glanced at the markings on the map—Wolf Fang Hill was just two miles ahead.

Fang Ping stopped, squatted on the edge of a large bomb crater, and waved to Lin Tian.

He aggravated his wound on his left arm when he squatted down, and the pain made him wince, but he just shook his hand and continued gesturing.

"Wolf Fang Hill is just ahead. There are two paths from here—the left one is a depression, which is concealed but the journey is long; the right one is high ground, which offers a better view but makes us easier for the camp's sentries to spot. Colin's orders are to take the left one, but I'd like to hear your opinion."

Fang Ping turned to look at Lin Tian, ​​his tone not like he was asking a superior for instructions, but more like a veteran testing a new recruit.

Lin Tian neither chose the left nor the right.

"I'll go in first. You wait for me in the depression."

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, and was about to open his mouth to say something—but Lin Tian had already disappeared.

It wasn't that the speed was too fast to see clearly; it was a true instantaneous disappearance—the streak of starlight flashed in the darkness, and the person was already hundreds of meters away at the top of Wolf Fang Hill.

At the top of Wolf Fang Hill, Lin Tian's figure materialized from the flowing light.

The view here is truly excellent—the entire Blackrock Tribe main camp is laid out before you.

The campsite was larger than a few days ago, with the number of tents increasing by at least 30%, and there was an additional, poorly made wooden fence.

In the center of the camp was a large area that had been deliberately cleared out, where three huge animal skin tents were erected. The tents were painted with some kind of totem pattern in dark red paint, and the distorted symbols could be seen even in the night.

The shaman's tent.

He activated the Light of True Sight.

There are four concealed outposts on the perimeter of the camp—not by orcish infantry, but by shamans using shadow totems to create camouflage reconnaissance points.

The orcs had set up at least three layers of sentries around their main camp, with the innermost sentries positioned right next to the shaman's tent, making it almost impossible to infiltrate undetected.

It was twice as much as Colin had predicted.

Lin Tian made a few strokes in the air with his right index finger, synchronizing the main map to the reconnaissance crystal.

His fingers moved quickly across the virtual interface, marking each hidden sentry he discovered on the map—not with a vague area, but with precise coordinates.

Wolf Fang Hill was high enough that, combined with the effect of the Perception Amplification Crystal, he had a clear view of the entire outer defense structure of the camp.