In his mind, the president has always been a strong and noble person, although he has always said that he is no longer a knight, but he always abides by the moral code of knights, guarding McGson all the year round, and many times she has sacrificed her life and death to rush to the front.

It is impossible for Sauron to believe that such a guild is a rumored rebel villain, and he thinks that the guild must have a hard time.

He wasn't the only one who thought so, the rest of the guild thought so too.

But after being attacked by an orc legion, everyone was separated, fortunately Sauron and Moult's team were together, Moult, who had the gift of fire, protected everyone along the way, and as he continued to approach the imperial capital, he also took in a lot of wandering people in the imperial capital during the journey, and unconsciously, Moult became a reliable person like the president, which made Sauron feel very relieved.

When will I become a reliable person like the president, the old warden and Moult? By the way, and Felik, where is Big Brother Felik now?

As Sauron thought, he looked up into the distance, the winter woods were blurred like white shadows, and the sky was the same color, and he could only see a piece of silver, staring closely at the surrounding landscape, Sauron wanted to find something in it.

Finally, I saw it.

"They're back!" Sauron cried out as he pointed to the looming figure.

The people stopped and looked at the figures walking from the depths of the woods, and then several burly men came out, and they made a gesture towards them from a distance, which indicated that there were no enemies around.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but when they saw what these people were carrying, they couldn't help but gasp, and even their expressions changed.

Among the dozen or so people, two of them carried a green head in their hands, and on their faces full of horizontal flesh, two huge fangs turned out, which were the heads of orcs, and along the way, the blood dripping from the broken neck spilled all the way, and a trace composed of bright red dots was printed on the white blood droplets, and in an instant they were covered by the fierce snow wind and disappeared without a trace.

"Why? Isn't there no enemy! Sauron was the first to run forward and question.

The leader laughed a few times, stretched out his hand and touched Sauron's head, and replied, "There should have been, but these enemies have been killed by several of us. ”

After that, the strong man raised the head in his hand and announced loudly to the people around him: "Don't worry, everyone, our knights will protect you all this way, and we will definitely be able to reach the imperial capital safely!" ”

"Really...... It's authentic! ”

"Worthy of the knight, thank you God of Light for sending the knight to us."

"With them, we will be safe and sound."

……

Everyone said this, although their faces still had the kind of tension and panic that could not be eliminated, but at least the nerves that had been tense were relaxed to a certain extent.

They came to the edge of the woods, and set up simple tents in the same place, those that could not be called tents, but could only be said to be patched rags made of windshields, to resist the bitter cold, in fact, more to rely on this woods, every night is torment, every day when they wake up a few people will freeze to death, even if they gather around the campfire to sleep, the power of nature is not something that mortals can resist.

Before dusk, everyone had already started to prepare, and luckily the snow seemed to be lighter, which made many people happy, because maybe the night would be much better.

The orange bonfire was lit, and each homeless person took out the dry food he had prepared from his arms, it was good to have normal food, more to eat grass roots, of course, in recent days, everyone's food was still relatively rich, and everyone had some meat, which was the meat that Moult had hunted a few days ago, although each person could only get a small piece, but it was incomparably precious energy.

Sauron and the Knights sat around the campfire and enjoyed dinner together, he was one of the few people who could get so close to the Knights, because he was Moult's friend, the boy with the power of fire, was the strongest combat force in this group, although Sauron had no combat power, but as a friend of Moult, Sauron was also lucky to get the respect of the knights, and his relationship with these people was not bad.

"Hey, Sauron, you demonstrated good swordsmanship last time, who taught you?" A man next to him asked.

Sauron smiled shyly, "It was our president who taught me, although she left after a short time of studying. ”

"That's not bad, but your sword moves are still too jerky, and they are still much worse than our imperial swordsmanship, next time I have time, I'll teach you imperial swordsmanship." The man said.

Hearing this, Sauron was slightly stunned, touched his head, frowned and showed a puzzled expression, and looked at the other party suspiciously: "But...... The president taught me Imperial Swordsmanship. ”

The atmosphere seemed to have become a little heavy, and the atmosphere that had been somewhat relaxed disappeared, the man smiled awkwardly, and roasted the meat in his hand, and finally the head of the knights patted Sauron on the shoulder and explained: "Sauron, your sword moves are really too bad, not standard at all, no wonder he will be mistaken, next time we will help you correct these postures, you will definitely become stronger." ”

"Original...... I see, thank you. ”

Although there was a sense of disobedience in his heart, Sauron didn't dig deeper, he took a bite of the meat, and the tender juice exploded in his mouth, stimulating the taste buds, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

In the distance, a rickety old woman walked slowly, he looked at the knights from afar, hesitated for a long time, and then walked forward tremblingly, with a reluctant smile on his face, and all the wrinkles were huddled together.

It wasn't until the old woman walked in that Sauron saw her clearly, her messy and greasy hair stuck on her head by a sticky branch that could be picked up from anywhere, like grayish-white dry straw, and the old man's scalp could be seen through the thinning hair because of his age and malnutrition.

The long journey without rest made her look very tired, and her old body wrapped in heavy cloth clothes was still shivering, obviously this seemingly thick clothes did not have any warmth effect.

"My lord, I'm glad I suffered." The old woman spoke, looking a little cramped.

The people around her dealt with her casually, politely and perfunctory, which made Sauron frown dissatisfied, thinking that if it was the president, he would not treat the old man so rudely.

The neglected old man was not angry, but carefully took out a palm-sized black and red object from his arms, pinched it with his thin fingers like wooden branches, and handed it to the other party.

That's the last cut of meat that Morte distributed.