Located in the north of Jurrant, the Duchy of Basol is a small human state with a population of just over 3 million, and the only place inhabited by humans in the northern part of the continent.

In the southern part of the country is a huge canyon known as the Labyrinth of Death, which is almost impassable due to its precipitous terrain and the fact that it is easy to get lost, and where fierce beasts and warlike goatmen live. So the only way the whole country can communicate with the outside world is by land and sea. Thanks to this unique terrain, the Principality of Basol has rarely been at war since its founding, and it is one of the few calm countries in this complex world.

However, the disadvantage of perennial peace is that the country's combat power is seriously insufficient, and the number of active troops is only 30,000, but this country rarely has the time to use the army, because most of its enemies are monsters, as long as it is entrusted to the adventurers, it is enough to entrust the handling of adventurers, which also makes the adventurers in the whole country very active.

Located in the southern part of the Principality of Basol, the Aino Plain is the largest plain in its territory, where large quantities of wheat are cultivated and an important source of food for the entire country. Originally, this was supposed to be the time when the farmers were busy harvesting, but at this moment there was no labor in the fields, making the huge plains look particularly cold and empty.

The reason for the lack of harvest is not that the harvest is bad, but that this year's wheat seems to be growing more luxuriantly than usual, and the tall stems are bent by the heavy ears of wheat, and the waves seem to connect to the sky in the breeze, and the whole field of vision is instantly filled with golden colors.

Allowing ears of wheat to fall is undoubtedly a great loss for a small country like the Duchy of Basol. Therefore, there must have been a serious event in this country that could shake its foundations.

In fact, between the infinitely expanding wheat fields and the nearest city, there was indeed an army. They consisted of 1,000 cavalry, 2,000 archers, and 7,000 infantry, numbering 10,000 men, which was undoubtedly a large army for the Duchy of Basol. Such a configuration would not be as simple as a city's garrison, and judging from their strict formation and neat clothing, it was impossible for them to come to harvest wheat.

The reason this army is here is to fend off the goatmen's onslaught. It's inconceivable, but the loss of the front fortress is a fact, and the cities in the heart of the country have no strong walls, so if you can't beat the goatmen on the Aino Plains, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It's past noon.

"The last time there was a battle on this plain was three hundred years ago." Balikav-Kyrgyz muttered to himself as he watched the sun overhead, and a banner with a golden shield and crossed swords flew behind him in blue, reflecting the experienced general's brave face.

"Father, everything is ready." A young knight dressed in silver-white full-body armor and a blue cloak approached Balikaf, whose muscles were still visible even though he was covered in armor. The young knight was tall and looked imposing, and although he tried his best to maintain his demeanor as a knight, the childishness revealed in his eyes still betrayed his age. 18 years old? Maybe smaller.

In fact, this was the young knight's first time on the battlefield, and the nervousness of his master could be seen from the constant swaying of the war horse under his crotch.

"Lanka, tighten the reins, you won't be able to do anything if you don't control the horses well!" Balikaf cried out, as a father who had always held his son to the exacting standards of a warrior, and now was the time to test the fruits of so many years of teaching.

"I'm so sorry, father!" Lanka took a deep breath and tightened the reins, and the horse remained motionless as a sculpture.

The iron armor reflects the cold white light against the warm glow of the wheat, forming a very different picture with a strange style. There was no sound of conversation, everyone clenched their weapons and stared ahead, only the sound of breathing and the wind in their ears.

At the end of the field of vision, many tall brown figures appeared, and they rushed towards them at a very fast speed, and the wheat grains flew away in all directions with their running, and the wheat field in front of them shook violently. It was the goatmen who stormed the army led by Balikaf!

"Archer prepare!" Balikav raised his hand, and the archers, who were behind the cavalry and infantry, drew their longbows with all their might, pointing their arrows straight into the air.

The tall monsters continued to close the distance at a speed far faster than humans could run.

"Steady!" Ballycalf's loud voice echoed in the archers' ears.

As the distance was narrowed, the figures of the monsters became taller and taller, and they were now able to see their appearances clearly.

"Steady!" The archers stared at the banner that called the shots.

The howls of the monsters shook the hearts of everyone on the battlefield, and the hands of the soldiers who clenched their weapons began to tremble unconsciously, after all, most of them had not experienced actual combat, and those so-called veterans who had experienced battles were just a group of monsters that had fought against no more than a hundred.

And the goats in front of them are like a flood rushing all over the mountains and fields, no matter how you look at it, they can't be counted by hundreds, they have reached the thousands, and the accurate number confirmed by reconnaissance is 2,875. There are probably more monsters than there were in the territory in the whole of last year.

"Shoot the arrows!" With a wave of Ballycalf's raised hand, the red command flag danced violently, and two thousand arrows burst through the air with a sharp low.

"Ready!" Ballycalf's voice rang out again, and the archers neatly removed their arrows from the basket behind them. Fear left the archers' minds blank, and they only followed the instructions and made mechanical movements, but it also made their movements exceptionally neat.

"Shoot the arrows!" A new round of salvo unfolded again.

The slender sharp weapons fell from the sky like rain, and the goats deftly dodged back and forth, wielding the scimitars in their hands from time to time to resist, but because there was no place to hide in the open plains all around, so after being attacked by several rounds of arrow rain in succession, there were many arrows in the body, and there were not a few people whose heads were pierced, and hundreds of goatmen fell to the ground.

The fall of their companions was a blow to the goatmen who had never learned the power of a salvo, and the speed of their impact was slowed down by the atmosphere known as shaking, and the formation became scattered.

Kris charged at the front of the line, and due to the Silent Armor, the arrow bounced off the hard surface of the armor, causing no damage.

"Don't panic, keep charging, as long as you can get close to them, they will be vulnerable!" Feeling the panic of his subordinates around him, Kerryth loudly boosted his morale, and although his heart was also hit, he still calmly guided everyone.

As the goats continued their charge under the command of Kerris, a low trumpet sounded from the human camp, and the ground shook beneath their feet.

"Follow me!" Lanka-Kyrgyz opened the first battle of his life with a cry of bravery, and a thousand cavalry followed his steps from the formation. They shouted at the goatmen with spears more than two meters in length, and the extremely sharp spears sharpened at the top were accelerated by the horses, and the power of the spears could be imagined. The goatman's body was pierced, and blood splashed together with the ears of wheat that had been broken by the horse's hooves, although there were also cases of cavalry being cut off by the skilled goatmen, but the probability of the former was about seventy percent, while the latter accounted for only thirty percent.

The cavalry was followed by hoplites with heavy tower shields, advancing slowly and at a consistent pace, their sturdy shields resting sharp spears, and the goats roared forward and leaped forward, trying to get past their shields, only the soft dirt ground lowered their bouncing height, and half of the goatmen ran into the spears head-on. The goats, who managed to jump over their shields, were attacked from all sides, and thus fell into a bitter battle.

Kerryth leaped to his feet and slew the two oncoming cavalrymen before the infantry. It crossed its scimitar over its chest, constantly raising its battle spirit, accompanied by the cold white light flashing on the blade, the powerful slash tore through the heavy shield, and in an instant, countless human heads flew up in the air, blood splashed on the chest and neck, and the hoplites holding the shields in the front row and the infantry in the rows behind them all turned into corpses.

"Kill!" Facing the infantry formation that had been punched out of a huge gap in front of him, Kerryth let out a roar of rage.

The nearby soldiers were all shocked by the powerful blow just now, and let out "Monster! Or "How is that possible!" With such a shout, the weaker ones began to leave their posts and run back.

The remaining goats shook off the cavalry's pursuit and smashed into the infantry through the gap. The infantry hurriedly drew their long swords at their waists to resist, but the infantrymen, who were not as trained as the cavalry, were just ordinary people who could use weapons, and they were certainly no match for the goatmen in hand-to-hand combat, far inferior in physical strength and combat skills. The goatmen slew them one by one like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves. Blood soaked the surrounding land, and the corpses of the infantry continued to pile up, and the wheat fields, which had once represented a good harvest and joy, were now transformed into a land of wailing Shura.

Lanka leapt off his horse and dashed into the melee on the bloodied ground. Armed with a double-edged greatsword that was half the size of a normal longsword, he fought a goatman, and despite his huge size, Lanka's face showed no fear. He stepped forward, the clash of greatsword and scimitar echoing. Although the people who saw the two fighting each other did not hesitate to think that the goatman's strength would be superior, but the fact was the opposite, Lanka completely suppressed the goatman in terms of strength, and after several confrontations, the goatman's body lost its balance and was cut off by Lanka's giant sword. Being able to cut the goatman's sturdy body in two like a piece of paper also shows how amazing Lanka's strength has become.

Without a moment's respite, or showing any joy or excitement at the slaying of the goatman, the young warrior continued to raise his sword and move forward, and after knocking down the goatmen in front of him one by one, a goatman in blue armor appeared in sight, and the corpse of the soldier bloomed at its feet like petals, and death and the stench of blood mist. And the goatman also turned his gaze to Lanka at this moment, which was as cruel as Shura's fierce light.

Even if he hadn't fought before, Lanka could feel that the goatman was a terrifying being completely different from the goatman he had killed earlier.

Don't be afraid, raise your sword and move forward! Ranka's mind remembered the words his father had repeated to him countless times, so he took a deep breath and raised his sword fearlessly.

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The heavy iron door fell down in front of me, although the outside of the iron door was rusty, but I just pushed it gently, and it broke like this, could it be that I opened it in the wrong way? The dust kicked up as the iron gate fell to the ground spread out like a prisoner, and if I were a human, I would have coughed violently from inhaling it. When I saw the arsenal in front of me, which had become a spider's nest, my first reaction was that I had made a mistake.

However, the words on the iron door do indicate the word "Arsenal",Ah,At first, I was full of hope that I would finally be able to improve the equipment of the monsters.,But the truth is completely unexpected.,Those swords covered with cobwebs and rust are definitely useless.。 Anyway, this is not a fortress, what is the situation! I hung my head in anguish.

However, there was no sound around me, and of course it couldn't have been me.

"You've been with me all the way, just tell me anything."

I looked back at the corner behind me and sighed helplessly.

"Who, who said I'm following you, I, I'm just going to go here."

Nina stepped out of the corner, stubbornly retorting to my words, and she put her hat back on and regained her emaciated youthful appearance.

"Ah, well, well, if you're really okay, then I'll go," thinking that the war between goats and humans should have begun at this time, although I said that I wouldn't make a move, but I couldn't really leave Aceles alone, so I used flying magic to float myself.

"Ah, wait, wait, Lord Demon!"

Nina saw that I was about to fly away and hurriedly called out to me.

"Little sister, my time is very precious, you can tell me if you have something."

Nina pursed her lips, then nodded as if she had made up her mind.

"Actually, Kilo and I and my sister lived in Gu'an Village outside the death labyrinth......"

"Death labyrinth?"

"It's the Grand Canyon in the south."

"Oh, oh, go ahead."

"That day, the weather was fine, and Kilo and I went to play by the river outside the village, and my sister ......was home alone," Nina began to recount as if she were a memory, rubbing the corners of her clothes.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have much time, so please get straight to the point."

Realizing that her background narrative seemed to last a long time, I quickly interrupted her.

"Ah, yes, my sister was captured by the bandits, and then I heard that she was sold as a slave to the lord, so Kilo and I came here, Lord Demon, if you can help us rescue my sister, let me do anything!"

"Would you like anything?"

"Yes, I would do anything!"

Nina clenched her fists, and from her determined expression, she could tell that she was serious.

I looked at the girl in front of me, although her body was not fully developed, but her face was still very cute, and I automatically changed into a maid costume in my mind. Don't get me wrong, I don't have your evil thoughts, I'm just, okay, I'll admit it's just a little bit. But to become this body, I have completely lost the desire to do that, so I can't do anything.

Although I don't want to cause trouble, it's hard for me to refuse the request of the first woman I met in this world, as I'm still an adult man.

"I see, I'll keep an eye out for you." So, I vaguely agreed.

"Great, Lord Demon, we will wait at home for my sister to come back, if my sister can come back, I am willing to give everything to you!" Nina cheered, well, even men's clothes are really cute.

1. Is everything dedicated to me? Ahem, I always feel like my soul is bleeding from my nose.

"My sister's name is Anlia Fürth, and this is her portrait!" Nina took out a piece of paper from her pocket that she had folded carefully.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes when I saw the portrait on the paper, and there was no one with such a level of painting! Is this playing tricks on me? I wouldn't be able to find someone with such a portrait, even if I did!

"Anlia Fürth, yes, I remember."

"Thank you so much!" Nina bowed deeply to me, and oh, I saw the slight bulge again, ahem.

I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the girl's back bouncing and jumping away, because I wasn't going to look for it, and of course it would be best if I could happen to meet it.

Then, after such a long delay, it's time to rush to the plains.