Thick arms don't mean you're strong, because there are so many things that determine strength. Thou art claws, I have a sword, thou hast thick skin, and thou art armoured.

By the time the hillbillies in Terracotta realized this, it was too late.

As long as it is a group of wisdom, there will be a "king". Some are outstandingly intelligent, some are powerful, and most of the time it's just compared to the others around them. They usually have a relatively uniform name - the frog at the bottom of the well.

For example, the squeaky clown who walks up to Erin. If Erin could understand it, she would probably be able to laugh out loud.

In fact, the person who came was not very rude, but he introduced his "noble" identity and status in an arrogant tone, declaring his sovereignty here.

Even if you have never seen the world, you will be a little cautious when facing strange people or things, after all, they are "people" with wisdom. If you can convince people with reason, of course, it is good, if you can't, then act at the opportunity.

It's a pity that there is not a group of reasonable "people" in front of him, and he is regarded as the target of Liwei. The knight on the opposite side slowly drew his sword, and then swung it down unhurriedly, and the time seemed to be stretched out at that moment.

This gave him time to experience the process of dying. The fangs of the claws and the thick scales were gently sliced apart as if they were papier-mâché. The pain also came slowly after the blade swept over, and when it spread throughout the body, it dragged consciousness into darkness.

I-am I dead......

This is the last reverberation of consciousness.

As he fell, the hillbillies scattered in a panic, fleeing home, closing doors and windows.

......

Erin slowly put the blood-soaked long knife into its scabbard, and now it was time to talk.

It is a sacrificial thing to make people return, and as sharp blades, they only need to make outsiders afraid. Of course, fear is not an end, but a consequence that they no longer have to worry about. It's like taking the life of this native, Erin just wants others to recognize the reality and not be arrogant.

The thought of talking gave Erin another headache. Strange land, strange words, she couldn't even imitate that inexplicable sound......

But people always find a way to communicate, don't they?

So they had the first indigenous guides, the first indigenous servants. And under the guidance of these guides and minions, run to another goal......

Like a snowball, more and more natives were enrolled, and gradually became a large army. The area through which you pass through gradually becomes prosperous, with villages, small towns, until a real city appears in front of you.

Erin saw real warriors appear at the head of the city, with fine armor, weapons, and so on. So, she thought of Maya, and thought of the dragon of the Black Dragon Cliff.

Even as an inconsequential native, Erin doesn't want senseless sacrifices. Thinking of Maya, Erin couldn't help but shake her head a little - her heart was big enough to really fall asleep.

It doesn't matter if she's asleep, she can ask for help from the other dragons. It's just that I didn't expect that it would be Nita, who has disappeared for a long time. And as soon as they met, they didn't have a good word, "It's too slow! It's not like someone who has been around a great wizard." ”

"You—" Erin glared.

"Well, you have beautiful eyes, but you don't have to look at me like that, do you?" Nita let out a weird laugh, "I'm not Bran. ”

"......" is similar to the rogue attitude of the elders ridiculing the juniors, which immediately makes Erin lose her temper.

"Wizards are a goal-oriented people, and no matter what you think Bran was like, no matter what he has become now, he was a wizard.

What's more, he still considers himself a wizard most of the time. ”

Seeing Erin's doubts, Nita shook her head: "It's like a seed, it sprouts and takes root, can it still be considered a seed when it grows strongly?"

Well, back to the things at hand, we'll have a lot of time to talk about him later.

- Well, you're not Bran, you don't have the power to sweep the world.

Oh, don't look at me like that, I can't either. And our purpose is not to do this, but also to leave room for those who come after us, and don't think about doing things perfectly. ”

Seeing Erin nodding, Nita continued, "I heard that you have redivided each other's responsibilities, which is good. I just wanted to remind you that war is only a means.

You need to set a slogan and let people know about the justice of this war. You need to let the natives know why the war is coming from, even if it's just a false excuse. Instead of driving these poor fellows like a herd like a herd as it is now.

After all, we are spreading an idea, a belief, and even if you have made clear about each other's responsibilities, you must pay attention to the connection.

Not only externally, but internally, you knights also need to be clear about your position. And most importantly, who are you?"

"Who are we?" Irene repeated, frowning slightly.

"Yes, who are you?

You've abandoned your former identity, Dragoon, but you've not been able to further define your new identity. ”

"I'm - the Night Knight. ”

"That's it, you need to officially announce it loudly. And those who have been following you all the time, and you also need you to help them clarify their identity. In this regard, you should learn from Pachu and confirm it through some kind of ritual, rather than self-appointing. It's not hard for you, just a copy of his edict.

Only then will you be able to truly possess it and the glory and status it brings. Only in this way will your battles and sacrifices be more meaningful.

They are not you, they not only need to fight for a certain 'person', but also for themselves, so they need a solid and reliable identity, which can live and die for.

Only in this way will you be able to stand in the world, and only in this way will you be able to perform your duties better. You see, the direction of the blade is not life and death, but the path shown by the gods.

I would have said - great cause. But on second thought, greatness means nothing to most people, and they are more concerned about their own status, interests, and other things that matter with it. Even if it is just a false sense of honor, it is more worthy of pursuit than greatness.

As for greatness, that's something that a few of us need to think about. Don't be surprised, you do need to start thinking about it. You need to be aware that the choices you make today will determine the future rise and fall of your race. Only in this way can you not be bothered by individual sacrifices and be able to fully exploit your own advantages.

As a knight, you have to come and go like the wind, gathering and scattering invisible. You should cast it out like a great net, not as you do now, and you should not be dragged down by this mass of waste.

Driving them as the lead will indeed mitigate the damage, but it will also slow you down. You don't need to storm the city, you just need to sweep through the land like the wind, so that people can make a choice in trembling and fear, and pave the way for the propagation of faith through sacrifice.

Don't be in a hurry, those who think they are powerful will naturally step out of the protection of the walls and look for an opportunity to fight you. At that time, you will bring the image of invincibility into the hearts of the people. ”

Nita paused for a moment and gave the final addition in a helpless tone: "We have too few people, and we will leave in a few years, so we don't have time to make a steady move." ”

With that, Nita walked away like no one. Like a dream, it came quietly and retreated silently, without alarming others.

......

As Nita said, there are always some people who think they are powerful will come to the door, but they didn't expect it to be so fast. When the huddled servant army was dismissed, the remaining knights were very small in numbers. And as the knights around him spread like a net, they became thinner and thinner......

When Erin and a few knights were about to make their way around the city, something happened.

As if seeing an opportunity, the gates of the city opened a crack, and a small group of warriors was squeezed out of it. With the arrogance of a warrior, challenge this side.

It was also the last time they showed arrogance in their lives......

As a result, Erin completely accepted Nitta's suggestion and did not entangle with people at one time and one place, and swept across the land like the wind. The influence began to spread rapidly, and fame was blowing like the wind to all corners of the world.

As a result, there are more and more legends about the Black Knight, and the name of the Grim Reaper appears frequently in them. Rumor has it that they are not from this world, but from the realm of the dead, the Netherworld.

But there are always people who don't want to believe it, especially those who have been shaken by their dominance. In this context, the war book was sent to Erin through all the twists and turns.

"Don't be like a rat in a bellows, scurrying around. If you still have the honor of being a warrior, then we will fight with a sword.

If there is a god of death standing behind you, why should you fear the battlefield, the blood, and the death?"

Erin, of course, would not be afraid, and neither would the knights beside her. And this time, they will defend their own identity and honor.

Not long ago, Erin heard Bran's whisper and, with the laziness and tiredness of having just woken up, agreed to her request.

The Death Knight, and the advanced Night Knight, will be exclusive to her and her knights. If she wants, she can add a large letter in front of it herself, as long as she wants.

This left Erin a little speechless......

I wanted to say more, but Bran seemed to be bothered by the tiredness, and even yawned with her......

......

The battlefield was chosen by the other party, and Erin just came as promised. Even if she already knew that the other party was several times her own. They came to the battlefield silently, silently shouted to the people on the other side, and waited quietly for them to line up.

In the power of magic, the Death Knight has long been one with the mount beneath him. When they stood still, they were like silent black statues, without the slightest noise.

Silence is contagious, and the other side of the battlefield is gradually falling silent. It's just that kind of dead silence, more like a child hiding under the bed, losing the ability to speak out in fear. They also began to stand in solemnity, but their bodies showed an incongruous stiffness. But not everyone was intimidated, and a group of elite dead soldiers roared out just to boost their morale.

So Erin moved, like an ant out of a colony, and faced a fat green worm alone.

Blades collide and sparks burst out. An extremely faint inky aura also spread out in the collision, passing over Erin, a lonely ant, and also over the green worm, before it slowly dissipated as if with an epilogue sigh. Everyone in the audience also turned into silent statues in a sigh, and instantly froze there.

Soon, however, Erin's battle-hardened mount made a crisp snort, awakening its owner and startling the others in front of him.

After a brief moment of consternation, it let out a triumphant growl, reminding its owner on its back - look!

He's dead!

Erin ignored the smug mount, her gaze swept over the ground, and she immediately came to this conclusion.

It's just, what just happened?

When she shouldn't have been distracted, Erin fell into deep thought. In contemplation, she re-transformed into a solemn black statue, looking a little depressed, a little lonely, and a little independent against the backdrop of the corpse lying on the ground.

She didn't know what had just happened, the power suddenly appeared from her body, and then suddenly disappeared. Yes, that power came from within, from inky magic, but Erin knew that this power had never been seen in Bran before.

As Erin pondered, the battlefield without the sound of fighting fell silent again. Both sides were frightened by the scene in front of them.

No one wanted to alarm the lonely knight in the field at this time. Everyone was waiting, waiting for her to think about the end, waiting for her to decide the final life and death......