Unsatisfactory things are often eight or nine, but they can be said to be the same as others, and I am afraid that this is the current situation. Ever since he returned to the camp at dusk, Misri had been staying in tent with the legendary old man Endymion, who was also a legend in history, and even gave the order for the army to leave camp and go elsewhere, although Green was eager to understand the first son of the uniform and complete this final trial, but he could not get his wish, but he could not tell the fact that he was a descendant of the son of the uniform, and the bitterness and anxiety in it could probably be seen from the fact that he tossed and turned and stayed awake all night.

The next day, the rebels marched out, targeting the intelligence brought by Endymion, a powerful fortress that could be used as a base to reverse the inferiority. Endymion reduced the target range and set the coordinates according to the surrounding orientation, leaving his three descendants in charge of building and maintaining a huge teleportation circle. The rebel forces, led by Misri and Endymion, teleported into a mountainous terrain surrounded by towering mountains and cooling, apparently far away.

I thought that following the army and running all the way would take the opportunity to talk to Misri in detail, but what Green didn't expect was that the old man with golden blood seemed to want to memorize all the books he had read in his life, and he chatted endlessly with Misri, occasionally trying to interject a few times, but he could never find a gap, and finally had to return in vain. Soon, however, our Duke of Krunga discovered a new source of information, and in a good mood, he rode his horse and followed Lancelot, the sword commander in pitch black armor.

Lancelot, who was sitting upright on horseback, sensed someone approaching and turned his head slightly, "Mr. Greenfield?" ”

Green nodded, "Call me Green." ”

Lancelot was as good as he was: "Mr. Green." ”

The two controlled their horses' speed and walked side by side, attracting the attention of several other knights, but they didn't pay much attention either. After learning that the young duke was the savior of Mithri. The vast majority of the rebels were very friendly to him, and despite being a newcomer to the rebels, Green was not much restricted or monitored. At this point, Green thanked Misri for his trust, but more importantly, he lamented the reverence and loyalty of the rebels to Misri, and saved Misri himself. It's almost more straightforward than any action.

"Mr. Lancelot, do you have time to talk?"

Green glanced at Atalanta on the other side, the good-looking lady of the bow who was keeping most of her attention on her surroundings, and what little energy she had left was on Misri, obviously not joining the conversation,

"Of course, Mr. Green, I'd love to." The pitch-black sword general bowed his head slightly, though he always looked very serious. But the duties do not include policing. Lancelot, who doesn't seem to be smiling, is actually just his usual cautious attitude.

"Misri is talking about Shutm Belok...... What exactly? ”

Green first asked about the goal of the trip. Although he was asked by Misri that day, it was a pity that Green didn't know anything about it, he was not an encyclopedic traveler after all, and it was impossible to remember every character in the history of following miracles for thousands of years.

"Mr. Green is really not from this world."

The young duke was stunned, not understanding why Lancelot said this.

"My king has told me that Mr. Green is a traveler in another world." The sword general did not sell the guanzi, and immediately explained the reason clearly. It's just that between the gaps in the pitch-black helmet, Lancelot's gaze becomes more and more gentle, "I also know the taste of being uprooted. ”

"I see, if you want to know about me, Misri won't give you all the information you want to know." Green smiled wryly, "I agree with you. If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to leave my hometown. "Whether it's in this life or in the previous life.

Lancelot replied that exactly that's right, echoing Green's words.

Then he quickly gave a formal answer.

"Shutembelok is a powerful demon king who is rumored to have fled to the earthly realm after being defeated in battle with the other demon kings of the Ulver Hell. A sparsely populated mountain was occupied by a magical fortress comparable to an artifact, and although many demon kings sought revenge, they all returned without the protection of this fortress. After hearing about this battle, the Golden Descendant led many high-level bloodlines to attack in turn, but they were never able to break through the defenses of that fortress. Later, many good people rushed to hear the news, but they could not find any trace of the fortress, but left only traces of the existence of the fortress on the mountain peak, apparently moved to other regions, so that it would become famous in our world, but thinking about it, the reputation of Shutm Bellock only existed in our world, and it was normal for Mr. Green not to know it. ”

The young duke was stunned, but he couldn't help but wonder: "If that fortress can be moved, how are we going to find it?" Also, if the fortress of Shutmbelok is as impregnable as you say, even Misri will not be able to take it, right? ”

Unexpectedly, Lancelot actually nodded approvingly.

"It is extremely difficult to find the traces of Thurtemberok, and it is rumored that the mysterious magical fortress is regularly moved to different peaks by Thutembellok, and we searched for it at the beginning of the expansion of the rebel army, but unfortunately we have not seen it." The pitch-black sword general said, his eyes on Misri's back, although he didn't say it explicitly, it was obviously an attitude of absolute trust in Misri, "But don't worry, Mr. Green, our king already knows the point, and if the information provided by Mr. Endymion is not enough to find and conquer that fortress, our king will not give orders." ”

So all the strategies are only known to Misri and Endymion......

Glenn sighed in his heart, it seemed that there was no perfect answer to this question. But it's not without gain, at least he has already guessed the result of this trial - the day after he came to this past world, the Chaos Lord Misri is going to attack the magic fortress as a stronghold, this kind of knot is obviously to use this battle as the main line, and his mission is to help Mithri successfully take the magic fortress.

"Tsk, there are no magic pets around, so I always feel that it will be very difficult......"

Green muttered something in a low voice, then looked up again and asked curiously, "So, Mr. Lancelot, does that 'mysterious fortress' have a name of its own?" ”

Lancelot shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, it's just habitually called it. 【The Palace of the Mountain Demon King】. ”

Mountain Demon King? The Demon King of the Mountains?

Green pouted, it was really apt.

After thinking about it carefully, whether or not the premise of completing the trial was to conquer the palace of the Mountain Demon King, he should fight side by side with Misri. If the battle is won, the trial is completed, and of course it will be great, just in case it will continue. This campaign could also lay a good foundation for relations with the rebels.

Then Green spoke, "Mr. Lancelot, will I be allowed to fight when I have promised Misri to be his companion and should contribute my modest contribution to the attack on the fortress?" ”

The young duke knew that Lancelot was in charge of the army, and in order to prevent misunderstandings, he made a special inquiry, but he never thought that Lancelot's answer would be pleasantly surprised: "That's great!" Yesterday I saw that my king and you alone could defeat an Oping Kunis, which was really something that had never been seen in my life. I have long been looking forward to Mr. Green's combat strength, and Mr. Green's willingness to fight is an honor for our rebels. ”

Green was stunned for a moment, and raised his chin in the direction of Misri, "Is that okay?" ...... Misri's side? ”

"Mr. Green, rest assured, our king has already explained that whatever your determination is, as long as it does not violate the principles of our rebel army and harm the interests of the rebel army. Anything goes. ”

I'm still nothing.

The young duke spat out a long time of satisfaction, and then looked at the several knights around him. But he didn't have to ask. Lancelot, who learned that Green was going to go to the battlefield, was ready to make a simple explanation, and followed Green's eyes and introduced: "Mr. Green, since the beginning of the uprising, the five of us have been with our king, Atalanta as an archer, you have already come into contact, and the one with the big sword over there is Siegfried. He is the same sword as me. ”

Green couldn't help but feel his heart pounding, the thin man who was silent on a war horse turned out to be the dragon slayer among the Seven Chaos Leaders in the future? Siegfried. Unlike Lancelot, Siegfried wields a two-handed greatsword with a focus on power and lethality. Legend has it that he was in the Great Age of Godfall. He once killed several strong dragons with one force, and even cut off the head of a two-headed dragon whose strength was comparable to that of a demigod.

This way on the ride, Green had long felt that the other party's image was extraordinary, but he didn't expect that he was another famous person, if it wasn't for Lancelot's introduction, I am afraid he would have missed it, so he quickly nodded to Siegfried, but unfortunately the tall and thin dragon slayer warrior didn't even move his head, just glanced at him, which made Green not embarrassed.

"Siegfried is good at fighting, and I may not be his opponent in a solo duel." Lancelot said this, but he was very frank in admitting that he was not as good as the other party. But I think this is also his charm, honesty is a knightly virtue.

"The one with the gun in the back......" Green turned his head, knowing in his heart, but deliberately didn't say it.

Lancelot looked back, "That is also one of our five, the gunner?" Kufrin. ”

What a god, I actually saw a real person!

Green silently shouted in his heart, but he didn't expect that Kuvrin in history was actually a little brother with sharp eyes and a fierce face, and he didn't know how Samael would feel when he saw it. was full of emotion in his heart, and Yu Guang suddenly noticed that the little horse rider behind him had a bad face, and quickly gathered his mind and turned back.

"Kuvlin's ability to advance on the battlefield is unmatched, but it is difficult to command, and only my king can command in the rebel army." Lancelot didn't notice that Green was glared at, and continued to introduce himself, "There is also an axeman, Kadoos, who is also the highest-ranking smith in our rebel army, in charge of overseeing the rear troops of the army, and Mr. Green will be able to see him when the battle begins." ”

Green expressed his gratitude for Lancelot's introduction, but in his heart he was thinking about these historical figures.

Lancelot, Siegfried, Atalanta, Kuflin, Cardoos, oh, and the new Endimion, six of the seven leaders of the Chaos Legion have been confirmed, but what about the seventh? I think it was called Ann or something...... What's going on?

Green pondered.

The young duke did not speak, and Lancelot did not disturb him, and the two men walked side by side in silence, and walked for about five minutes, when suddenly the war horse stopped in front of him, and greeted the reconnaissance troops sent out before. The scout hurried to his horse and galloped in front of Misri, quickly bringing back the information.

"Target detected, less than six hundred yards from here!"

Misri raised an eyebrow and glanced at the old man Endymion, his eyes full of joy.

However, the scout's report is not over -

"In addition, our scouts have found traces of a high-level bloodline army in front, with a preliminary estimate of nearly a thousand people, suspected to be a strange non-human race, only two hundred yards away from our troops!"

With this sentence, the atmosphere just now dropped to freezing point in an instant, and Atalanta, who was closest to Misri, drew his bow and arrow almost instantly, aiming at the old man Endymion from behind; Siegfried and Kufrin burst out from the left and right, parallel to Endymion's surroundings, faintly flanking; Lancelot neither spoke nor moved, but his right hand was already pressed on the sword at his waist, and if the old man with golden blood made the slightest move, he would be splattered with blood on the spot.

The future Chaos Lord pursed his lips and looked at him slightly.

However, at this tense juncture, the young duke, who had always been immersed in exploring memories, suddenly showed a sudden expression.

Uncle, I finally remembered that the final battle was a big tragedy.

It's called Angola. (To be continued......)

PS: My generation climbed back from the abyss of the underworld to bask in the sun~(≧▽≦)~

In addition, the problem of the disappearance of the first chapter.,At present, I only know that it is blocked by the mother.,My generation can't figure out where to touch the sensitive word (囧)