Time flies.

Since the heavy snow that lasted for many days at the New Year's festival passed, the sunny weather in Norgo in the Northland has lasted for many days-

The spring breeze blows through the vast fields, into the valleys, into the forests, the ice and snow melt, everything revives, the birds jump on the branches, and the gentle and crisp singing voices make bursts of melodious singing—

According to experienced elders, the area is inhabited by weavers who come to the vicinity of the forest every spring to start nesting and prepare for the next generation.

The bird's nest, a bird's nest made of leaves, branches, dirt and animal hair, fell to the mud with a "snap", it was a tall birch, and under the birch, several figures appeared.

"It's all Sask's bastard, or I wouldn't have been sent to this terrible place by Rosenthal."

The figure was draped in a dark cloak, which seemed to be made of a special fiber, embroidered with a circle of silver lace from the neckline to almost the hem of the boot, without even a trace of unsightly folds—

The boots sped across the mud, the creech of a broken branch from time to time, and the figure turned back to muttered to his companion walking beside him.

"These flat-haired beasts are so annoying."

He lowered the turquoise longbow in his hand, and the bow of this longbow was carved with a lifelike rose, which would emit some peculiar and strange changes when the bowstring was pulled to the full moon—

It reflected a bright glow as if it had been frozen by ice, and a terrifying white chill spread through the air.

"So, you've finally silenced these little things."

Another figure came to a halt under the birch, and he bent down and picked up a weaver bird with golden feathers—

To be precise, it was once a weaver, but now it is a lifeless lump of ice. With a slight force in the palm of his hand, countless fine pieces of ice fell between his middle fingers.

"According to Sask's information, this is Kingfisher Castle in the Taron region, and an entire army of knights is stationed."

"Sask? I guess that scumbag should have suffered here. ”

The two figures in front of them, one tall and the other slightly fat, hurried down, the hem of their cloak fluttered in the wind, revealing a pair of iron-gray metal combat boots with a cold sheen.

"Notson, Deere's top scorer, won't be as useless as Sask."

"Hehe, I think it's better for us to be careful."

……

Viduka had a dream in which he saw a flood of dead rushing towards him, these undead creatures with red soul fire in their eye sockets surrounding him, the white bone spear stood up like a forest, and the round ball at the top of a bone staff radiated a green glow, and when he drew his sword in a moment, the undead general on the bone horse glanced at him with a cold look.

The dream was a town full of people, and when he rode on his war horse and roared with his sword at the undead on the opposite side, corpses had fallen one corpse after another in the streets, and he saw the corpses' clothes and white capes hanging from their shoulders, and the iris badge on them indicated that they were his fellow knights—

War of the Dead!

Viduka was startled, he had only heard of the existence of the dead in some legends of strength, but the sight in front of him made him sad and angry-

He saw that the thin and delicate corpse that the undead general was carrying at the tip of his spear was none other than his beloved Miss Andrea, and he turned his head to search the surroundings, and soon found in the corner of the street side of the wall, Chief Jeffrey, who had been dead for a long time with his head tilted and several arrows.

"Bastard! Unforgivable! ”

Viduka could no longer care about fear and fear, and he also lost his former composure, his eyes kept leaving warm tears, and he rushed towards the enemy line with a desperate roar-

"Hey, Viduka, what are you nerves doing early in the morning?"

As if his body had been slapped on the ground, Viduka sat up vigilantly from the bed, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and finally saw the familiar figure in front of him—

Evans stood on the side of the bed in loose cotton pajamas and waved five fingers at him, only to blink a few times before he stopped and spoke.

"Ahh

Viduka roared in his sleep, and soon, he woke up his colleagues in the room—

There were quite a few rooms in Kingfisher's Castle, but they were not quite spacious compared to the more than forty knights stationed in the castle, and according to Captain Geoffrey's arrangement, every four of them were placed in the same room.

The other two people in the room also looked at Viduka—and Evans turned to pick up an old copper-shelled pocket watch from the bedside that was a little faded and looked at the time.

In the morning, at 4:30, there were still three minutes left.

In other words, it's still early in the morning, and it's just getting a little cloudy.

"It was like I had a nightmare."

In the middle of the night, Viduka sat on the bed and muttered, he reached out and touched his back, his skin was drenched in cold sweat, and his clothes were stoned with sweat - in this moment, Evans changed his pajamas and put on a neat knight's dress, and he snorted mockingly from his nose:

"Nightmare? How can you still dream? It seems that your recent life has made your martial arts cultivation slack! ”

"Evans, this nightmare, it seems like it's real. I dreamed of Captain Knight, Jeffrey, and also of Miss Andrea...... We are surrounded by multitudes of undead. ”

The content of the dream seemed to be in person, and Viduka couldn't help but hurriedly say.

It's just that after Evans took off the knight's sword and hung it on his belt, he uttered a cold humor that was not funny, and almost choked him to death on the spot.

"Dreamed of Miss Andrea, hehe, didn't you dream of me? I've always regarded you as a brother, and I'm not as important as a woman. ”

Viduka rolled her eyes.

He felt speechless.

"It's almost time, Viduka, why don't you get up early and practice now? The air near the forest is nice. ”

"Uh, okay!"

Under such circumstances, the other two young knights in the room had no intention of sleeping, and after each of them was fully dressed, they walked out of the room in the glimmer of morning light—

The castle was silent, even though most knights had the habit of getting up early to practice martial arts, but at this time, it was still their sleep time.

The cold air poured from the moist nasal passages into the lungs, and it was refreshing. Viduka and Evans, along with two other knights, came to the open space inside the castle.

Because of their arrival, there were several more wooden stakes for swordsmanship practice in the center of the clearing than usual.

"Viduka, seeing your absent-minded appearance, I'm really worried about you! Why don't we have a little fight? ”