"Come on, little Semitic doll, watch me split you in half!" Wielding a great axe, Nekoth's face was full of defiance. I looked at him, and estimated the gap in my heart, the strength is obviously not a level, and the only way to make up for this disadvantage is to use dexterity.

Raising my shield and sword to avoid my opponent's edge, I hurried around Nekos's back, not confronting him at all. A cat-and-mouse show suddenly staged in the field. The heavy armor restrained Nekos's hands and feet, and he couldn't keep up with the beat at all, and suddenly he roared, almost frantically swinging the great axe, and the battle in the field changed color, and the suffocating air currents forced me from all sides. "Berserker!" The thought crossed my mind, and almost at the same time, Nekoth's great axe was swung in front of me. I didn't have time to think about it, I reflexively raised the wooden shield, and with a loud "ping" sound, I flew out upside down with the shattered wooden shield.

My left hand was completely numb, and I felt a feeling of nausea in my chest, and it was clear that my internal organs had been severely damaged, and the blow had knocked out half of my combat strength.

"Die!" Nekos, who was rushing towards with a loud roar, had no reason in his eyes, and out of nowhere, I slammed into my feet from the ground, and the moment the giant axe struck, my body flew into the air.

There was a crunch of flesh and bone, and my knee slammed into Nekoth's only bare face. Almost at the same time, there was a huge pain in my lower back, and both of them fell to the ground in unison. A mouthful of blood spurted out of my mouth, and flowers bloomed on the ground. Squinting, Nekos staggered to his feet, his blood-stained face looking more and more hideous, but I had to admire his near-immortal body.

Struggling to prop up my scarred body, I slowly raised my scimitar and struck a decisive position, the tip of which was pointed straight at Nekoth's eyebrows.

"It's so exciting!" With a loud cheer, General Drakop appeared in the field, he waved his hand, indicating that the competition was over, and turned to a loud voice: "This competition has proven the ability of these two warriors, and the rematch is just adding meaningless blood, and again, I announce that Nekos and Fapu are selected at the same time!" ”

There was a chorus of joy all around, and Magura rushed into the center first, holding my crumbling body, and the pain hit my whole body. At this time, Nekos walked up to us and snorted coldly: "Count your luck this time, next time, your head will become my trophy!" ”

I pressed down the angry Magora and said with a smile, "If I have the chance, I will also take off your head." ”

A strange smile appeared on Nekos's face, and he nodded, "Very good." "Carrying a giant axe, he strode out." Fearsome opponents. I muttered, Berserker, this is a soldier who has changed color all over the continent, and Magula said, "Fap, fortunately God is with us, this guy is a murderer at all." I shook my head and looked up at the sky, not knowing what kind of path the heavens would give me......

October 1352 in the royal calendar

I passed the competition with Magula and officially became a member of the royal family, belonging to the royal southern army, and subordinate to Hufa, who was close to the southern barbarians.

Hufa is the largest city in the south, but it doesn't look as good as some of the medium-sized cities in the north. The rough stone houses and chaotic layout do not show the slightest sense of a town.

"It's terrible!" Magura stepped on the abrupt street stone and muttered, "The road here is not as smooth as the village." I smiled wryly, what gave me more headaches than the potholed streets was the harsh climate here, the rain for more than ten days finally stopped, and the sun hid behind thick clouds.

I looked around, and there was hardly anyone except for an old man huddled under a low roof in the distance. There was an indescribably low atmosphere throughout the city. "Forget it, it doesn't look like there's anything to be inspected, so let's go sit in the bar first, shall we?" I thought about it for a moment. Magula's eyes suddenly glowed with astonishment, and she said with joy: "Great, the only good thing about this ghost city is its Langsi wine, by the way, there is a good bar nearby." Before I could react, Magora's slightly clumsy body had already "flew" out deftly......

The bar Magura was talking about looked a little shabby, with an "ost" sign hanging crookedly in the doorway, and laughter emanating from the half-hidden wooden door.

Pushing open the wooden door, a choking smell of tobacco and alcohol immediately emanated, and the room was unusually dim, only a few figures were felt shaking inside.

"Oops, are there two newcomers?" With a strange scream, I followed the sound and looked over, and the person who spoke was wearing a gray uniform, with messy blonde hair, and gray eyes full of loose meaning.

"Char-sama!?" Magura and I said in unison, this middle-aged man with a tired face was the commander of this Hufa City, the head of the Yellow Tiger Knights of the Southern Legion - Yakob Char.

Char waved his hand and said, "What Lord Char, come, I have a treat today, even if it is to wash the dust of our new Ding." Hostess, two more bottles of Langs. "Magura and I looked at each other for a moment, but walked up anyway.

The strong smell of Langsi wine immediately opened our conversation, and the originally high-ranking knight leader suddenly became amiable......

I was about to speak, when there was a loud bang on the door of the bar, and the whole thing shattered, and several soldiers in brass armor of the yellow tiger rushed in, and one of them shouted: "Lord Char, a hundred miles south of the city, I found barbarians, the number is ......" The man pursed his tongue and spit out a few words with great difficulty, "Surprise...... People ......"

The barbarians launched an all-out assault on the city of Hufa.

No one can tell what the barbarians are tirelessly attacking the north for, and the barbarian valleys in the south are enough to provide the food they need. Crossing the swamp and risking death to wage war again and again against the kingdom of St. Yarrou Fasil, each year has achieved nothing but a great increase in the number of orphans on both sides, and this phenomenon, which has been commented by historians of the kingdom as "barbarian congenital madness syndrome", seems to have reached a peak this year.

"It's spectacular!" Standing at the head of the city, looking at the endless barbarian army, I had to sigh this way, a force of 40,000 people, even if all the people of the eleven Semitic villages were combined, they could not make up such a huge army.

Magura, who was standing next to me, stared at me like a monster and lost her voice, "Spectacular!?" Fap, the other party is an enemy! Even if there is a city of Hufa, it may not be able to withstand the attack of so many enemies. "A worried look.

I patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "Don't be afraid, we're Shining people under the protection of God!" Even if you die in battle, I will be with you. ”

Magura nodded, his slightly trembling hand tightening her grip on her weapon even more.

All around were busy peasant soldiers, carrying batches of arrows up to the city; In the distance, three or four peasant soldiers were attaching a huge iron bucket to a flippable support. From time to time, soldiers carrying herald flags rushed by, bringing a sense of murder to the air.