Outside the city of Sika, in the dense forest.

The thick snow covered the hard frozen soil, making the frozen soil, which was already comparable to steel, seem to be covered with a layer of armor, and the pine needles in the dense forest are like a small dagger with a sharp handle, and anyone who dares to shuttle through it will be cut.

Every year, in the ranks of the patrol troops, there are such unfortunate people who are not well prepared.

Because of such bad luck, every patrol will have a period of rapid growth.

Carl was a bad luck back then.

Joining the patrol for the first time, he rejected the proposal of the captain at the time to put on a thick linen cloak, insisting that he should wear armor and then ...... Where he was not protected by armor, the pine needles scraped bloodied.

As for the place protected by armor?

Again, it didn't get any better.

The long hours of exercise and a lot of sweat not only made him feel uncomfortable, but also completely froze his skin and lining at night, Carl will never forget the appearance of the captain and his teammates boiling water to solve their appearance, and after that time, he was also sick for a week because of the wind and cold before he recovered.

He then rejected his mother's offer to join the army as a staff officer and returned to the patrol once again.

One stay is a year.

It's boring and dangerous.

But also happy.

There is no intrigue, and there is no hidden knife in the smile, everyone hands their backs to each other's teammates and brothers.

Thinking back to that year, Carl subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

However, it was only at this time that he came back to his senses, and I was already a skeleton, where did the corners of his mouth come from.

Suddenly, Karl opened his mandible.

He wanted to cry out loud.

It's a pity that he is a skeleton and can't even cry.

Yes, it's just the beating of the soul fire.

Sika City can't go back.

I can't go to a crowded place.

Will the wilderness be my home?

Mother, father, and uncle will never see each other again!

If you see it, you'll be killed, right?

The thought of the days ahead made Carl's mood gloomy.

He never imagined he would fall back to such a point.

But there was no more resentment.

After all, he's luckier than his comrades who actually died, isn't he?

"Finisha, do you remember where the captain and everyone were buried?"

Karl asked, looking at his mount.

"Remember, on the side of Big Sparrow Ridge."

Finessa said immediately.

"Where to take me."

Karl habitually touched Finessa's back, even if it turned into dry bones, it was still generous.

"Good!"

Finisha nodded, and immediately went from walking like a walk to a sprint.

When she was still a normal war horse, Fenisha, who had been nourished by various magical items, had spirituality, robustness, and speed that other war horses did not have, and after becoming a skeleton war horse, Finessa had a qualitative change in all aspects, at least, in Carl's feeling, Finessa's speed was more than twice as fast.

By the morning, I will be able to meet the captain.

Captain, refers to the captain that Carl met when he first joined the patrol.

This captain has a special meaning for Karl.

It can even be said that Carl has changed from a more diligent aristocratic boy to a leader of real warriors, and the relationship between the two is even more teacher and friend, very close.

If it weren't for the unexpected enemy on a patrol, this captain would have become a pivotal figure in the Sika City military at this time in order to save them.

And, of course, his teammates.

He survived the crisis alone.

His teammates followed the example of his captain, breaking off again and again, and dying again and again, in order to give his youngest and most ignorant brother a chance to live.

At that time, he hated, angry, and guilty.

Hate yourself for being useless.

Angry at their own incompetence.

Guilty......

The captain and teammates never knew his identity, and when he joined the patrol, he did something to hide it, only vaguely saying that he was a broken little nobleman, but did not tell his true identity.

Then, never again.

Even if he pleaded with his uncle afterwards to send elite cavalry to completely eradicate the bandits, how could his captain and teammates be resurrected?

According to the agreement made during the casual conversation at that time.

He buried everyone on the side of Big Sparrow Ridge.

Because, in the summer, it is very beautiful, and it is a must-visit place for everyone every time they camp.

And every season, he would go to worship.

The last time was two months ago, when the weather had not completely cooled down, he brought everyone's favorite spirits, sausages, bacon and hash browns.

Perhaps, I should stay with the captain and everyone.

Anyway, I'm similar to the captain and everyone.

Sitting on Finisha's back, Carl thought wildly.

And when Finessa stopped, the Great Sparrow Ridge was already in sight.

In winter, the Great Bird Ridge is not as beautiful as in the summer, and the thick snow and ice cover everything, and in the summer, when the wind blows, the whole grassland will sway.

Right now?

Every step you take, you need to work hard.

This is still a small road that Carl deliberately opened up, if he came to Daque Ridge from a place where there was no road, it would be completely impossible in the cold winter.

Crunchy.

The boots come into contact with the snow, and every time they are pulled out and dropped, they will bring a unique sound.

There was no sound except for the wind.

Soon, Carl, whose physique had become different, saw the cemetery of the captain and everyone in a more relaxed manner.

The cemetery is halfway up the hill and is made of stony stones.

It is not large, with only nine burial chambers. Each burial chamber was placed according to the position of each of their patrols.

The captain is in front, the vice-captain is the best, in the middle is the crossbowman, and on the flanks are the pikemen, and he was one of the pikemen.

Creak!

Pushing open the frozen stone door, Carl entered the cemetery.

He started cleaning up the place as he always did.

Every time he came here, in order to prevent the bones of the captain and everyone from being damaged, he would not only clean up the animals around him, but also sprinkle some tiger urine around the surroundings.

This time, however, was different, he didn't bring enough offerings.

Nor are I cleaning up the animals.

In the dead of winter, there are almost no animals in the Sika collar.

As for the tiger's urine?

No need.

He'll stay here in the future.

After all, this is his squad.

There is a captain, a vice-captain, and everybody.

Here, he can speak his mind freely, and he can unscrupulously show his dissatisfaction with his uncle's actual government, but at home, he can't say it.

Neither his mother nor his father, who died young, were allowed to do so.

"I'm so tired, Captain."

"I'm the most relaxed when I'm here."

"Luckily, I left a vacant seat for myself, and when the spring flowers bloomed, I found some stones and built a burial chamber for myself...... Hmm, skeletons shouldn't have to eat, right? ”

"It's nice to think about."

Karl sat cross-legged on the clearing he had just cleared, and said slowly to the tombstone at the front.

Although it was winter, Carl, who could not feel the temperature change, felt as if he had returned to the summer wilderness, where everyone lit a bonfire, laughed and cursed, and sang and danced after drinking too much.

A sense of warmth permeated Carl's soul.

In an instant, the uneasiness in my heart and the whispers in my ears all disappeared.

Carl relaxed everything.

And at this moment-

"Kill!"

A loud shout woke Carl up.

The soul fire in his eyes pulsed rapidly, and Carl suppressed the anger that had risen.

This is the resting place of the captain and everyone, and it should be avoided from killing.

Carl told himself.

His eyes were on the place where the shouts of killing came.

That's on the other side of Big Sparrow Ridge.

"I'll go back as soon as I go."

With a roar to his companion in the tomb, Karl turned over and got on his horse.

It was the steepness of the Great Sparrow, but Finessa was still walking on the ground, and in a few breaths, Carl stood on the highest point of the Great Sparrow Ridge and saw what was happening at the foot of the mountain on this side.

Two teams are rushing.

One is numerous, and the other is sparse.

But the side with the largest number was an absolute disadvantage, because this team was not only mostly old and weak, women and children, but also carried a large number of wounded, and it was clear that the battle had already taken place.

On the other side, although the number is sparse, it is extremely strong.

The whole team was only thirty people, but the order was forbidden, and the cooperation was outstanding, and it was undoubtedly a battle-hardened battle, if it weren't for the former's large number of people and their fearlessness to death, I am afraid that they would have been killed long ago.

"Which new bandit is this?"

Karl was puzzled.

In Sika's territory, Karl knew most of the bandits, and every one of the bandits he knew would probably not survive the next quarter, and every time he was killed.

Carl doesn't have any good feelings about the bandits.

Not only because of duty, but also because his captain and teammates died at the hands of bandits.

Therefore, Carl hated bandits.

Subconsciously, Karl was ready to draw his sword and charge, killing the bandits.

But then, Karl hesitated.

His current dignity is not suitable for seeing people.

What's more, Daqueling is the cemetery of the captain and everyone, and if a strange person like him appears here, even if he saves others, he will be thoroughly searched afterwards.

He knew his uncle's style all too well.

Captain、Everyone's cemetery will be kept.。

But he will lose his last home.

It's just that......

Do you just watch these people being killed by bandits?

The soul fire in his eyes was beating rapidly, Carl's mood became unstable, and his heart, which had just calmed down, was restless again, and the whispering in his ears appeared again.

And at this time, the party with a large number of people at the foot of the mountain has also reached the point of precariousness.

Although Hove had prepared as best he could when he set out from Sika City, he had miscalculated the number and determination of his followers, and almost all of the villages decided to follow him.

Not only did this slow down the team, but it was also targeted by the hateful bandits.

The journey from Sika City to Molsa on the border has always been a rough one, even if the Viscount spends considerable energy every year to clean up bandits.

These bandits are like weeds, growing in a steady stream.

Even, sometimes, many people can't tell the difference.

Because, most of the time, they are outcasts.

But just as you turn around, they become bandits.

In order to return to Sika City as soon as possible, Hove, as the leader of this team, has had to make the believers give up a certain amount of property and food, which he hopes to use to 'feed' the bandits so that they can leave.

But!

The bandits paid no attention to this, and continued to chase them closely.

It is clear that the purpose of these bandits is not at all property and food, but ...... themselves?

"Is it my lord's enemy?"

"Or a schemer?"

Such thoughts are constantly churning in the minds of young people.

Although there was no accurate answer, it did not prevent him from cutting down the enemy who rushed to the front with a single sword.

The blade of the sword tore through the opponent's neck, and his head rose to the sky.

Although the helmet covered the other party's face, the other party's cry before death was full of unwillingness.

Hough sneered.

Although he doesn't like to use his brain very much, he is stronger than Sergei in terms of swordsmanship, not to mention, under the attention of His Majesty, he will be unmatched.

The corpse that had lost its head fell to the ground after following the horse a few steps.

Needless to say, the believers who followed quickly moved their horses back to the team and began to pull out the leather armor and daggers from the corpses.

Those who tried to stop were shot back by the arrows of the rest of the believers.

The faithful lacked swords, armor, and horses, but as mountain people, each of them was an excellent hunter, and their bowing skills were so good that if it weren't for the limited number of arrows they had, they would have made these attackers understand what death was.

Again, the attackers found out.

Instead of rushing, they circled around the team as if they were wolves eyeing their prey.

Patience, they do not lack.

Confidence is even more full.

They believe that they will be the ones who will win in the end.

And the believers of the 'God of Mist' are keeping an eye on these guys, responsible for the vigilance of the vigilance, responsible for treating the wounded and treating the wounded, and the whole team is in full swing.

Many of them fell to their knees and prayed in low voices.

"O Supreme Lord!"

"Listen to our prayers, that we will do your will, humble your greatness, and hold your name, and we will glorify the world, and all that we have is given ......"

One person whispers, and naturally no one can hear it.

But when the crowd whispered, and the words were the same.

Even the lowest sound can be different.

The believers, bathed in the sound of prayer, looked more and more determined.

The attackers, who heard the prayers, were disdainful.

'God of the Mist'?

Of course they do!

In fact, the other party is exactly what they are really targeting!

However, the other party was shot by the adult, and they?

It's the one who is responsible for cutting out these stubborn cultists!

"God?"

"A guy who has gone on shit luck is also called a god?"

The leader of the attackers laughed.

Hoff immediately clenched the hilt of his sword, and several young people around him who had met with the superior evil spirits were about to rush out and kill each other subconsciously, but they were stopped by Hoff.

"He's going to provoke us."

"Don't fall for it!"

Even if he wanted to chop the other party to pieces, Hough still reminded his companion.

Hearing Hough's words, the leader on the other side burst out laughing.

"Anger you?"

"You think too much of yourself!"

"Just like your so-called gods!"

"If it is really God, then what can He do now that I despise Him, and I am full of malice towards Him, and I even speak ill of Him?"

"Can there still be divine punishment?"

"I'll tell you, it's impossible!"

The unscrupulous voice echoed at the foot of the mountain, and the more the leader of the attacker spoke, the more excited he became, he looked at the expressions of those false god believers, knowing that these guys couldn't hold it for long, as long as he said a few more words, these guys would probably rush up, and when the time came, he would let him slaughter them, so he was ready to continue.

However, the words have not yet been spoken.

He heard a whimper behind him.

Some resemble the whimper of a hound.

But the voice is too low and deep, but it is a bit like a tiger.

However, how can a tiger appear here?

Behind him are his subordinates.

It constitutes an impregnable subordinate.

Even if there is a tiger, it is impossible to let it rush in silently.

But the leader still subconsciously turned his head, ready to observe it with the corner of his eye.

And then......

He saw a bloody mouth

Ahh