"See. The huge shield in his hand www.biquge.info not something that ordinary hoplites can lift, let alone use only one left hand. This is the strength of the First Army, the elite troops. Leonard pointed to the hoplite captain and smiled and howled.

"I know that Vosfita still has the second and third armies, so they should all be so powerful, right?" Howl picked up the conversation, deliberately pretending not to understand.

"Of course, it's all amazing. These three group armies are the three main forces of Vosfitta, and their strength can be said to be equal to each other. It's just that the First Army is the largest. Leonard replied without hesitation.

"I don't believe it, but that shield weighs as much as you say. He shouted unconvinced. With that, he went straight to the captain of the patrol's hoppers.

"I'm afraid you'll find more surprises. Leonard teased as he stood behind the howl.

"Friends. I see you lifted this shield above your head as if it were effortless. Can you give it a try too?" asked Howl as he walked straight up to the Heavy Commander.

"Yes, if only you could hold this shield high above the top, as I did just now, with two hands. I'll give it to you. The heavy soldier looked up and down with his eyes, and the sturdy orc in front of him heartily agreed, handing the thick shield in his hand to the other party.

Seeing that his gaze and demeanor were not like those of ordinary orcs, he wanted to make friends with orc warriors.

Howl then confidently stood beside the captain of the heavy armour, and just like the other party just now, he only stretched out one left hand to take over the thick shield, and began to raise it up little by little.

"I have one more important business to do, and I can't delay here for a moment! Farewell!" Suddenly, the howl's face sank suddenly, and he put his thick shield on the ground, let go of his left hand, and shouted.

Then, without looking back, he ran back to Leonard, took the Great Swordsman's arm, and went into a tavern by the side of the road.

"What's the matter? aren't you going to raise that shield?" asked Leonard, smiling.

"Sensei. When I looked closer, I realized that the shield was three times thicker than that of the average hoplite, and the material was markedly different, and it sank terribly in my hand. With only one left hand, I can't lift it above my head in one breath. When the time comes, it will be bigger. Howling with a big wave of his hand, embarrassed reply.

"Howl brother. I didn't expect you to be like me, such a stinky face. Leonard patted his howling shoulder and smiled in agreement.

"Of course! I'm Jiluo's general... No, Jiluo's fearless warriors!Waiter!Hurry up and bring two large bowls of rice wine!" Howling to defend himself.

Rice wine is a kind of milky white drink with very low alcohol content, sweet and delicious made by fermenting steamed glutinous rice mixed with yeast.

Leonard looked at the embarrassed howl on his face, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he pulled the orc warrior and sat down two positions near the window. At this time, one of the soldiers in the patrol led by the heavy captain just now also sneaked into this tavern.

"Bring me a good Vosfitta stout. As soon as he entered, he sat down across from Leonard and the Howling table, and called out to the waiter.

"You are the famous hero, Leonard!?" immediately after, the soldier seated looked up, glared at Leonard with his eyes in confusion, and exclaimed.

"I haven't seen you again. How do you recognize me?" Leonard asked, glaring at the soldier in amazement.

"Originally, each of us had received a portrait of you wanted to be posted around the city. But then the higher authorities revoked your arrest, not only forbidding us to use force against you, but also saying that you did not kill the elf king.

The people above also said that you defeated the God of Mourning and General Lofe, who had never suffered defeat. I really adore you. Please sign my book. The soldier's eyes lit up as he replied, and as he spoke, he pulled a quill and a novel from his armor. The novel is about the Daedric War that took place a thousand years ago. The title of the book is "Demon God Wars".

"Aren't you on patrol, then, why did you come here to drink, do you want me to tell your captain?" Leonard took the quill and the Demon God War from the soldier, signed his name, and asked.

"Shhhhhhh Don't tell us the captain. As long as you don't tell, I can tell you some secrets. When the soldier heard this, he immediately stood up, looked around nervously a few times, put his right index finger out to his mouth, and whispered mysteriously.

"I'm not going to tell your captain. Tell me all about it, what is the secret?" Leonard heard this, and his interested head leaned in front of the soldier, and asked in a low voice.

"The Elven King has a direct army called the Holy Swordsmen Regiment, and they are loyal only to him. Although this unit claims to be used to deal with the threat of Nakonaru and Jiluo, it is actually a gendarmerie unit specially designed to supervise and control the three armies of Vosfitta, and often uses various excuses to attack and execute officers and men of other armies at will.

Marshal Memphis and the generals of the other armies were extremely dissatisfied with the practices of this direct force, but they were not easy to attack. As a direct result, when you attack King Crane's City. None of the three major armies took the initiative to send troops to the rescue.

But just the day before yesterday. Our First Army suddenly received an order to march into a large, pitch-black cavern, and after exiting the cave, we came to the outskirts of King Klein. Strange, you say, isn't it strange?

That's all I know. Please don't tell anyone. If only the marshal knew that I had said these things. I'm going to die. The soldier leaned his upper body towards Leonard and whispered a narrative.

"I swear in my personal honor that I will never mention this to anyone else. Hearing this, Leonard shook the scorching brilliance in his hand and swore with a serious expression.

"I also swear in the name of the Jiluo Warriors that I will never tell anyone else about this. Little brother, since you know so much. I'll ask you for one thing, too. Who is your captain, so brave?" Howl swore as he raised the shattered splice in his hand and asked a question.

"Don't look at our captain as just an ordinary hoplite. His left arm was born with divine power, and he could easily lift something ten times the strength of an ordinary person. Even the orcs who were full of brute strength in Jiluo were ashamed of themselves. Although the captain was not in a high position, he was the most trusted and relied on subordinate of the marshal.

The marshal once wanted to promote the captain to the rank of general. But he just wants to be a soldier captain and stay at the grassroots level to protect ordinary people, and he doesn't want to be high up and take care of those troublesome subordinate relationships all day long. So the marshal assigned him to be in charge of the defense of some important towns. When the soldier heard this, he leaned back on the chair, and proudly stilted Erlang's legs, and happily talked selflessly.

At this moment, the heavy captain of the patrol walked in through the door of the tavern. Then the captain used his peripheral vision to catch a glimpse of the soldier who was leaning back in his chair and talking boastfully.

"Richard, aren't you relieved? Why are you sitting here drinking?" the hoplite strode into the tavern and stood directly behind the soldier, stretched out his broad, thick right palm, and slapped Richard on the shoulder, questioning.

"Captain! I was going to relieve myself. But... But—" The soldier was immediately frightened, and jumped up from his armchair, and the wine glass in his hand overturned on the table, spilling beer, and spoke incoherently nervously.

"Hmm, aren't you Leonard, how can you drink here with such a hairy boy!?"

"Captain, please don't blame him. When he finished untying his hand, he was about to return to the team, but I grabbed him and told him to stay and drink here with me. Because I want to ask him: Why are you so good? Captain, if you want to blame, blame me. Leonard hurriedly cleared Richard with a smile on his face.

"And what did he tell you about me?" the hoplite asked, leonard as he bent down.

"Your men are in front of me: but as good as you can speak, you will have as much stake. In his bones, he is full of respect for you. Leonard replied with a smile continued.

"A hairy boy like you still knows how to protect my reputation as a captain and not speak ill of me behind my back. I also admire Leonard's character. Forget about your illegal drinking today, but there will never be a next time!, understand?"

"Yes, Captain, I promise there won't be a next time, so I'm going back on patrol. When Richard heard this, he straightened up, saluted in reply, and ran towards the door of the tavern.

"Richard. Wait a minute. Your pen and book are still on the table. Seeing this, Leonard stood up and reminded.

"Can the captain borrow your pen and use it?" the heavy soldier turned around and walked over to Richard's side a few steps, pulled the hairy boy aside, and whispered.

"Of course there is no problem! You are our boss! Why wasn't you so polite when you used my things before?" Richard looked the captain of the heavy armor up and down with a surprised gaze, raised his right hand, patted the captain on the shoulder, and asked with a hippie smile.

"Don't you notice Leonard standing in front of me?" said the heavies, who quickly pulled Richard a little farther away, and lowered his voice.

"Leonard, you have defeated the God of Mourning. I did what I wanted to do, but didn't have the opportunity to do. So, please sign my diary as well. Then the captain of the hoplites returned to Leonard, took out a journal from his bosom, and handed it to Leonard, along with Richard's quill. The Great Swordsman immediately wrote his name in this diary.

"Friends. each other. I just heard Richard say that you are also a brave and respectable man. So, please sign my memoir as well. Leonard also took out a blank memoir from his backpack and handed it to the hoppers.