Ten seconds later, the whole line of troops was frying!

"Be careful! There may be enemies! ”

"Where is the enemy? Which-"

"On the trees!"

"Trolls!?"

"I don't know!"

At this time, the gap between the quality of the veteran knights and servants and the newly recruited servants and spearmen came out.

The loyal knights rushed up on horseback, and without saying a word, they came around the four King Kongs again, surrounded their own dukes, drew their swords and raised their shields, and stared at the treetops above their heads, nervous.

The Four Great King Kongs are even more like a great enemy.

At this moment, their status is only the pastor of the Holy Light Church, and their status is slightly higher than that of the free people.

Without the support of McDonald, how can they be qualified to lead the military for internship?

Whether out of morality to the sovereign or out of selfishness, they will surely defend McDonald's Ken.

After a while, a small number of archers and crossbowmen also rushed up, drew their bows and raised their crossbows, and looked at the mottled shadows of the trees.

But how can you see the shadow of the enemy!

After a while, there was no movement, and everyone slowly relaxed their nerves.

McDonald, who was protected by the Four King Kongs, was actually not afraid at all in his heart, if the Four Saints of Silver couldn't protect him, he should also die.

"What's going on?" Uther frowned long, bushy.

As soon as he heard that his master was fighting, he also suspended his 'studies', and Baron Rivendell, who came running around, was even more nervous.

Tulayan retold it once, and anyone who heard it found strange.

The duke said, 'Unless there is a pie in the sky', why should a pie really come down? Or did you eat half of it?

Everyone looked at the small tooth marks on the side of the pie, and suddenly a conjecture surfaced - woman!?

Where did the pure masters come from such cherry mouths?

It's weird from start to finish.

Only a certain traverser realizes something.

will do such a boring and painful, its temperament must be a little out of the box, only a few suspects......

Well, there is only one answer, the prisoner is in us......

Ahem!

After Rivendell saw the expression of his boss, he was puzzled: "Lord Duke, could it be you......"

"Something, but not sure." McDonaln looked at the half-pie in distraction.

"What then?" Rivendell asked.

"Didn't we make an announcement to recruit mercenaries and adventurers? Add me a paragraph. ”

Two hours later, there was an additional recruitment announcement on the bulletin boards in all the villages and towns along the route. The content is the same, except that it is written again in Dwarven and High Elf languages.

In the nearby woods, after seeing the bulletin board with an eagle-eyed vision unimaginable to humans, the mysterious woman was really a little surprised: "Huh? This little duke is kind of interesting, oh, he guessed? ”

"Please, our covenant with humanity can be a piece of waste paper at any time." On the tree, a handsome and slender ranger man rubbed his eyebrows.

The silver-haired mysterious woman complained to him: "This piece of waste paper has been in effect for 2,800 years. ”

Suddenly, they noticed that a knight had hurried to the village chief, and had hung a white lion sign made of white iron on the side of the bulletin board, and posted a new trilingual announcement.

"To those who are willing to cooperate...... Friend? ”

At first glance, it is clear that this is a sign issued to mercenaries, and it is used on the battlefield to distinguish friend from foe. In fact, in the case that the enemy is limited to trolls, the main thing is that the unmarked guy is not eligible to take the loot.

The woman smiled: "Look, Hadurun, this little duke is really not simple. ”

The somewhat handsome Hadurun * Mingyi's head is big: "Then can we take it?" ”

"Take it! Why not take it? The woman's laughter was playful.

Here, after four days of marching, the army finally reached the foot of the mountain west of Zumashal.

This time, no one had any opinion on the construction of the road at McDonald.

The first 40 kilometers took a day, and the last 40 kilometers took three days. These 'secret weapons' were too heavy, and the roads were broken, and the carriage could get stuck in it ten or eight times a day, slowing down the army.

"Oh! My dear...... Lord Duke, I look forward to your arrival every day. "Baroness Anastari was very scene-stealing, and actually rushed over the two big guys, Mograini and Abidis, in advance.

Looking at the pair of black sesame steamed buns that would jump out of the low-cut outfit at any time, McDonald was quite speechless.

Since being relegated to this North Valley where birds don't, the Baroness hasn't slept well for a day. It's one thing for the village to be poor, it's good to die, and as soon as she arrived, there was an incident where the villagers were crunchy by rotten moss trolls.

At first, she was mostly desperate, but then when she heard about McDonald's expedition, she made up a lot of things in her head. For example, someone still loves her, but because of affection, he first belittled her to come here, and then laid down Zumashar and made this place the most gorgeous fief or something.

Mind, she really thinks too much.

Not to mention that it's the same when the lights go out, looking at the nearly 1cm fluff rippling in the sun, McDonald wants to say, why do you touch a peach and touch a durian skin, can it be the same?

"Pay attention to your identity! Baroness! As soon as Rivendell drank it, he scolded her for being stupid on the spot, and she didn't dare to move.

Beside her, the ceremonial McDonald ignored her presence and rode his horse to meet the heavily armed Mograine and Abidis.

Someone can't even ride a horse, and a little shaky posture can't fool people.

But I know the routine, as a red man in the king's heart, I don't even need to win this battle, I can cut off a few trolls' heads and go back - our army has severely injured the rotten moss trolls or something.

Anyway, from the king's reply, Mograini knew that he was not the protagonist.

If you really want to fight, it will be Mograini leading the army.

"Welcome, Lord Stratholme."

"Long time no see, Lord Mograini! Lord Abydis! ”

With the help of Hu Cong, the three of them dismounted and came up to hug.

"Bang dang!" McDonald's silver armor collided with the red armor characteristic of the Scarlet Cross, and McDondon grinned back half a step.

The two macho men on the opposite side whispered "Huh".

Unexpectedly, it seems that a gust of wind can blow away, and the well-known humble (weak) humble (chicken) boy McDonald is not low in strength?

This is a bit of a surprise.

No one knows, this is someone's just loaded warrior class template, no matter how bad it is, there is a spectrum.

Routinely slap each other's rainbow farts, count the marriages of each family, what was a family three thousand years ago, and cut trolls together two thousand years ago, anyway, the aristocracy is like this, as long as you can get a relationship, you can blow it blindly, and the atmosphere will be harmonious.

"I was surprised to hear that I suddenly received your request to go to war, and I don't know if your Excellency has a strategy to break the enemy." Mograine's words are pure politeness, and if someone is incompetent, it is a grand armed march.

It's a big deal to spend some food and grass, then kill a few trolls and go back.

No one wants to be beaten blindly and sent to death under the rain of trolls' spears.

McDonaln laughed, snapped his fingers, and suddenly a servant removed a miniature model from the carriage.

"It's ...... Rushing the car? ”

There is a triangular roof like a house, covered with double cowhide on the front and back, left and right, coated with lime mortar, supported by a wooden frame underneath, and wheels.

"No!" McDonaln smirked, "What if we had ten crosses or twenty crosses together?" Like ...... Dragon dance, uh, centipede? ”