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Outside the square of the small castle of Entre, more than a dozen flags were rolling, and under each flag, more than a hundred torches were burning. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The light of the torches shone on the warriors who were about to go on the march, their faces grim, and they all stared at the leader who rode out of the small castle.

Walker, Duke of Ella, rides on his beloved horse, 'Dot'. The eyes of the dark warhorse twinkled with fire, and it neighed in front of the warriors, and white breath erupted from its nose.

The war horse was restless, as if he felt the anger of his master on his back.

Walker's heart is angry.

The anger is the same as back then, when he left his hometown alone to fulfill his promise to his deceased mentor, vowing to open his eyes to see the real world without his identity. Now he seems to have returned to the situation of the past, but he is no longer for the sake of the deceased mentor, but to end this power struggle with his own hands, end the life of the tyrant, and find that dear person. Even though his strength may be very weak in the face of tyrants, he has long since ceased to be a 'Ryan camp graduate' and has fully grasped the main point of leading troops into battle - the strength of troops determines war in some aspects, but war is never won or lost by the number of troops.

"Knight Rog!" The outfit of Duke Walker of Ella made all the warriors rejoice. In their eyes, the dark horse knight Rog, dressed in the Yafen oblique striped heraldic armor and carrying the Frost Sword, is the hero sung by the bards, "Duke Walker is our knight Rogge!" ”

"Yes, my dear soldiers, Knight Rog is right before you! You must have known the man from the tavern's tavern bard's tale, a man with three heads and six arms, who had slain the nine-headed sea monster on the island of Lena with the sword of Easttim and the Earl of Jafinn; The man was a man of great martial arts, and with the frost sword of the goddess Arcana, he slew Prince Lotat and fought his way out of the royal capital of Parma; That man was more resourceful, and he once led dozens of brave and resolute warriors to take out the camp of the Red Boar that had invaded Yafen, and the Red Boar sword broke and spilled blood; The man is still alive, and he is my shadow, sitting on the duke's throne on the high stone steps; Ah, that man has awakened once more, and he will lead you with a sword to pierce the corrupt body of the tyrant of Parma! Duke Walker's eyes were blazing, his voice resounded through the square like a thunderbolt, and he held aloft the cold frost sword, and his momentum was like a rainbow, and even the eyes of his crotch were raised.

"We follow Knight Rog, and Knight Rogge will lead us to victory!" Flags were waving, warriors were roaring, and even the old general Hugh Frankenstein was for a moment casting a reverent look at the tough young duke.

Although this gray-haired general has experienced hardships and vicissitudes, and the memory of his life is full of thrills, he is a late bloomer, and he naturally admires the duke who has such an experience at a young age, and he solemnly said to the duke: "Your Highness, the current soldiers can't wait for your order to go on the expedition." ”

"Valiant soldiers, the tyrant is in the north! Immediately approach the White Prairie beyond the Bowback Mountain! Walker shook off his pale blue cloak, then grabbed the reins and pointed his sword to the north.

A fierce dragon rushed out of the calm city of Entle to meet the wanderers and guides who had climbed the treetops, and galloped along the edge of the Entre woods towards the shadow of the Bow Back Mountain in the distance, "Forward! Advance! ”

Walker's ears were the energetic roars and marching footsteps of the warriors, but his heart was peaceful, just staring at the shadow of the Bowback Mountain at the far end in front of the horse's head for a long time, but his heart had drifted to the White Prairie, "Do you hear my heartbeat?" I'm the wind around you, and I'm coming. In order to put an end to the pain and struggle in your heart, and to let the tyrant get the punishment he deserves. I'm coming. ”

A knight of the King's Army Honor Guard galloped through the starry night. Braving the icy night wind, he looked out at the White Prairie from the top of the Bowback Mountain, and the world under the two crescents turned a deep purple. Far away, there were still sporadic fires, and he looked in that direction, drawing the Great Arcana Cross on his chest.

After a hurried look, he grabbed the reins and galloped away in the direction of the northern foothills of the Bowback Mountain, and soon disappeared into the thick night, leaving only the sound of horses' hooves fading away.

between two days, until dawn. The hoplite knight never left his sword, and except for the occasional stop, he tried to choose the middle of nowhere.

On the other side of Silver Snake Bay in the east, the white belly of the fish slowly floated, and the galloping honor guard knight hid in the woodland east of the three-way crossing, he seemed to suddenly become cautious, he sometimes stopped at his horse, and sometimes looked vigilantly at the temporarily calm village by Silver Snake Bay.

The village was in the way he had to make his way around the town of White.

Although the hoplites were perfectly armoured from head to toe, unlike the lightly armed cavalry, their horses always had thick hooves, and the sound of the hooves hitting the ground would always reveal the heavily's whereabouts, no matter how slow they went.

The sound of horseshoes on the ground eventually alarmed the village by Silversnake Bay, and several of the White Town guards guarding the village became alert, and one of the guards climbed up the wooden outpost like an ape and looked towards the source of the sound, shook the outpost bell in a panic, and shouted, "There are hoplites of the King's army in the woods!" ”

The neighing of the horses sounded, and the knight of the king's guard of honor slammed his horse's belly, and he decided not to hide it any longer, but to go straight in the direction of the village through which he had to pass, and let the sound of the bell of vigilance echo in his ears.

Inside the village, the few guards who saw only one hoplite rider rushing into the woods outside the village, no longer hesitated, and they rushed out of the village with rudimentary weapons.

The knight of the King's Army drew his sword and swung it out of thin air, the blade of the morning dew piercing the air with a whirring sound.

"Don't get your way. You butcher of a tyrant! The village guard strode forward, shouting and cursing at the hoplite.

In desperation, the moment the horse approached the village guard, he reined in the horse's reins, and even if he slowed down, the guard who couldn't dodge was knocked to the ground. The guard struggled to his feet, but the restless horse suddenly swung a sword against his throat.

He raised his head and looked up in horror at the heavily armed knight of the king's army, but it was hard for him to imagine that it was indeed the knight's helmet that came out with a beautiful woman's words: "I don't want to hurt you, get out of the way!" I have no enmity towards you! ”

"You're a woman? Who are you?! Why wear the armor of the hoplite knights of the King's Army? The village guard was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously made way for the heavily armed knights, "There will never be a woman among the knights of the Lynston Kingdom!" ”

The heavily armed knight did not attempt to reply, but took the opportunity to knock the village guard to the ground with a swing of his sword, and at the same time instigated his war horse to whizz past the terrified guards like the wind, and quickly rushed into the village. The early farmers dropped their pitchforks and collected dung in order to avoid them, and the guards who reacted had to turn their heads in panic at the hoplites who had rushed into the village, grumbling and chasing after them. They feared that their village would be destroyed by a fire, and they feared that the misfortunes that had come from afar would be repeated in their villages.

However, the hoplite knights of the king's army did not make any hostile moves, but rode through the village and drifted away.

For the village guards, this inexplicable appearance of the king's army heavy knight is somewhat suspicious, but after all, the village guarded is not in danger. They waved their hands at the wooden outpost, and the bell of the guard immediately stopped.

In the town of White, there are broken walls and ruins everywhere, collapsed houses all around, where the stone walls are ruin, the blood almost dyes the collapsed stones red, the severed flags of the king's army vassals are scattered aside, and the white defenders who have repelled the three waves of the king's army attack are all gray-faced, sweating like rain to clean up the corpses of our enemies and soldiers. Earl Hengerson sat on the rubble of the ruins, looking up at the sky with a curved sword, and the stretchers carrying the wounded were constantly passing by his side, and from time to time there were cries of pain in his ears.

"How's Durant's injury?" Earl Henjason captures one of Custer's guards.

"My lord, I don't know yet. In short, His Excellency Durant was seriously injured. The cannon pierced his left abdomen, and he was hit by several arrows, but he finally came back alive. Custer's guard bowed to Earl Hengerson, "My lord, is there anything else?" ”

"It's gone." Earl Anderson waved his hand at the Custer guard, judging from the expression of the Custer guard, Durant should be safe, he didn't want to see this brave rising star's life come to an end here, he silently prayed for Durant, even if the current prayer didn't mean much. He knew that Segal II outside the town still had a large army, and that the first few attacks were just a test of the weak defensive position of the town of White by the army of inconsequential vassals.

While he was pondering, the frightened cries of the warriors were heard from the walls again.

Earl Hengerson was shocked. Immediately stood up from the ruins and ran to the city wall with several of Custer's personal guards.

Not far outside the city, in the camp of the King's coalition army, the soldiers of the King's army dressed in yellow clothes and yellow armor finally began to move, and they began to move frequently. Inside the only golden tent, Segal II, dressed in golden armor, slowly stepped out of a fat and healthy horse, and he was escorted by forty or fifty heavily armed knights out of the gate of the camp, and a huge number of infantry of the king's army poured out of the open gate. The two Kakhandan camps also began to stir, as if a black wave was slowly brewing.

"This is my end day. All of you go to the city, this is probably the final battle of Whitetown! Earl Hengerson shouted loudly, and he immediately put on his helmet and clubbed his curved sword in both hands. For a moment, the stone walls of White Town were lined with hooked spears, and flames rose from the brazier every ten steps.