The gently undulating hills were like a folded carpet, the last of the colors of late summer had not yet faded after autumn, the grass and trees were deep green, the drizzle was drizzling, and the cold air seemed to shroud the whole battlefield in a layer of mist. On the hill next to the valley, on the edge of the linden forest, a number of figures gradually appeared, these were soldiers, wearing heavy armor, wearing pointed helmets, and on the right shoulder were the head of a white male lion, the male lion drooped his eyelids, as if he was thinking all the time, outlining the calm momentum of this army. The first non-commissioned officers to come out of the forest, most of them have a flaming demon horn on their shoulder armor, which means that they are veterans who have participated in the Ampesel War and survived the bloody battle of the demons, and a young man who walked in front of him has a pair of eyes full of fortitude under the edge of the steel helmet, his name is Mars, not only participated in the Ampesel War, but also experienced the wolf plague of the Ring of Trade Winds, and the earliest batch of sixty young people from all over Tonigel with him, Half of them died on the battlefield of Ampesel, but he survived, took the helmet with a white mane from the lord and became the squadron leader of the White Lion Guard.

He turned his head sideways and looked at the other non-commissioned officer behind him, who was also wearing a helmet with a metal mask, and could only see a pair of light brown eyes that radiated wisdom, he knew that the man's name was Ulliel, although he had not participated in the battle of Ampesel, but he was the first old minister to follow the lord, and now, like him, he was already the backbone non-commissioned officer of the White Lion Guard. There are many such people in the fir territory, and there are two systems under Brando, one is the original Bronze Dragon Mercenary Group, and the leader of this mercenary group is the Bronze Dragon Leto, this veteran of the long war is now in Tonigel's transcendent status, and most of his subordinates are the first to follow Brando. From following the lord Rong, now this system has a faint patriarchal style. However, Brando has always deliberately downplayed the military status of non-professional soldiers in Toniger, and the Bronze Dragon Mercenary Regiment is stationed in Mintai, and now it is mainly responsible for the local security work in the fir territory, and is in the same position as the cavemen in charge of local defense, but Leto himself has no ambitions. Therefore, this arrangement is also at ease.

Of course, Brando's arrangement was never out of authority considerations, but merely to emphasize the future role of professional soldiers for Tonigel, and even for the kingdom; No one knows better than him how bad the private armies of the old nobles were, and what happened to Viero's army today is a bloody lesson from the past, which makes those who still don't understand Brando's arrangements both shocked and admired, but they don't understand, Brando has seen much more than that, and he knows better than anyone else what Eruin will need.

Brando's other system. It's the newly formed White Lion Legion and the Wind Shooter Legion, this system is Toniger's new blood in the future, but he has not stopped those old men from his original camp from getting involved. Many people have seen that this legion is the real core force of Brando's future, and those who are optimistic about the future of the White Lion Guard, even including several mercenary captains who were originally by Brando's side - in addition to Clensia, who now serves in the logistics department, Juta and Fern have voluntarily joined the White Lion Guard, becoming the knight captains of the third and fourth teams of the White Lion Guard. These people are with the locals of Tony Gel, as well as the young Zhuang faction of the royal party drawn from the original White Lion Legion. It seems to have become one of the three major factions in the new White Lion Legion, but Brando hates factional antagonism. It is better to go from bottom to top, so this so-called faction only stays at the geographical level.

Ulliel noticed the gaze of his colleague and turned his head as well—at the edge of the forest, a dense mass of white lion infantry was slowly coming out of it, and the young men had drawn their swords and brushed them together. The white lion heavy sword shone with a faint cold light in the drizzle; The standard-bearer had not yet raised the flag, so he could not see the queue, but at the far end of the field of vision, there were several figures standing on horseback in the mist.

"Nervous?" In such cold weather, Brando could almost exhale white air. However, with his strength, he naturally did not need to wear a metal mask, or even too heavy armor, but only wore a cuirass over his waistcoat shirt, and the belt under the gray breastplate was tightly fastened around his waist, and the coat of arms of a two-headed vulture was etched on it, which was his newfound trophy: the Gap of Lonia. As he said this to Freya beside him, the future Valkyrie shook her head, "It's not my first time on the battlefield, Brando is," she thought to herself, but she was so nervous at Ampesel that she could barely hold the sword she usually practiced, and after fighting again and again, she gradually got used to it. She raised her head and looked ahead, her bright eyes as if she could see through the haze several miles away: "It's like Buche, uncle, aunt, this time I'm going to drive those hateful invaders back!" ”

It was the same gentle hills of the Yusong Mountains, behind the rain and fog were the same enemies that night, and Freya's eyes seemed to burn with a firm conviction, like the fire that burned in Buchi that night, and she unconsciously tightened the lionheart sword in her hand.

A group of figures walked out of the mist.

"Karglis!" Lady Merial, beside Brando, let out a cry of relief, she was no longer a woman and a man, but a girl, and her beautiful long light blonde hair made her a famous beauty in the fir collar, but cheaper than the boy Caglis. Meria's father was a nobleman south of Ampesel, and the family had Cruz blood, so her father also inherited the temper of the Empire, and had always opposed his daughter's love affair with Caglis, a poor country boy, but since Brando's blockbuster in the kingdom, his snobbish father-in-law was optimistic about Caglis's future and acquiesced to the marriage.

Calglis blushed and glanced at Meria, who was followed by several young men, and Brando saw Curvin behind him at a glance, "He actually came in person." Brando was slightly surprised, but didn't show it on his face. Instead, he raised his hand and threw a helmet with a long mane and winged relief. Karglis took the helmet and replied with a hippie smile, "Calgliss reports to you, my lord, and asks to return to the team." He glanced at his lord and nodded approvingly. I couldn't help but glance at Meria on the side, and replied a little embarrassedly, "Lord Lord, why did you let her come too." ”

"Miss Merial is the most prominent priest in the realm, the head of my regiment of priests, why can't she come?" Brando replied angrily, then gave the guy a teasing look, "Of course." When it comes to personal matters, Merial belongs to you. But you can't stop her from dedicating herself to the realm, right, Karglis, you can't be too selfish. ”

In fact, Meria is not the first priest under Brando, but should be Hipamela, but Hipamela is the priest of Himirude, and Eruin under the rule of the Temple of Fire can only act alone, otherwise he is afraid that it will cause religious disputes. Brando suddenly remembered when he said this. There is another person who is far superior to Merial in terms of doctrinal studies and status in the Temple, and that is Her Royal Highness the Nun Princess Antobro, but Magdal is not fully recovered now, and while she is still recovering, even if she wants to, Brando will not agree to her braving such bad weather to make Denel on an expedition, which would be too unkind.

When Miss Priest heard the second half of Brando's words. His face was almost burning, and Calglis, even though his skin was as thick as a city wall, couldn't help but be a little overwhelmed. He found himself often gagging with the lord, but the Earl seemed to have been overriding him lately, which was a bit unfathomable. Of course, he didn't know that Brando had to receive a thousand times more information every day in his previous life, and his ability to complain was only far superior to him and could never be slightly inferior, and the reason why he didn't bother with him before was purely because the lord's majesty had not yet been established.

I'm afraid even Karglis himself hasn't noticed it. Before he knew it, he had completely recognized this lord, who was probably a year or two younger than him.

He hurriedly coughed twice to hide his past. And at this time, Brando had been making eye contact with Curvin behind him, a young man who was a little thinner than when he first met. The cheeks were deeply sunken, but the dark eyes were deeper and sharper, and the whole person was more and more tenacious. He wore a thick animal skin cloak, and his whole temperament looked a little like little Pelo, who had only been seen for half a year, and he had grown a lot taller, he was a teenager before, and now he has completely had the demeanor of the lord of one party.

"Long time no see, Lord Count." Ke Wen spoke first. He had watched with interest as Brando and his men teased him, but he was very surprised by the relationship between the other party's master and slave, he was born in the mines under Jean Denel, he was born to see the exploitation of the lower classes by the old aristocracy of Eruin, he hated those aristocratic bureaucrats deeply, he had no good feelings, and like all people who have been aspiring since his youth, Cowen dared to put his hatred into action; But in the final analysis, it is still difficult for the future King of Jean Denel to look beyond this era, and although he yearns for equality and freedom, it is difficult for him to imagine a world that truly admires equality between people, and therefore it is even more difficult to understand a freak among the aristocracy like Brando.

"It seems that this Count Toniger is indeed a maverick, as rumored to be. I just don't know if it's out of my own character, or if it's hypocrisy? In fact, he already had the answer in his heart, after all, Brando had been kind to all of them in the underground of Shavrund, and this lord had left a deep impression on him: unlike the treachery of ordinary nobles, he focused on promises and kept his promises, and he had the style of an ancient nobleman. Kewen never simply hated the nobles, but hated the upper echelons of the decaying and depraved kingdom, and any Eruin had a yearning for the belief in the ancestor Eck, and Kewen was no exception, and the appearance of such a nobleman as Brando gave him a kind of inspiration.

Maybe that's who he's looking for.

The future King of Jean Denel had a complicated mind, but he didn't show anything on his face, and he looked at Brando. Brando actually had a faint guess in his heart at this moment, but he still couldn't believe that this future lord of the party was going to serve him? He was almost a little flattered, in Brando's opinion, a person like Corwen, who was able to rise from being a refugee to becoming the de facto ruler of a territory, was definitely the kind of person who was born with legends, ambitious, and ambitious, and if it weren't for the fact that Eruin's pattern was too small, his future achievements would not be limited to this. If this kind of person is placed in the history of his motherland in another life, he is the founder of a dynasty, and such a person actually intends to take refuge in him?

For the first time since he crossed into this world, Brando felt a bit of a domineering feeling, but he quickly reacted in the flutter. After all, the current Kewen is not the king of Jean Denel in the future, he is just a bandit leader now, and he has not encountered so many opportunities in history, and because of his own existence, he may not be able to wait for that opportunity for the rest of his life. At that time, when he was in Shavlund, the reason why Cowen did not take refuge in him was because he was just a bandit leader at that time, and he was obviously not attractive to the other party; Second, at that time, Ke Wen obviously didn't have so many ideas now, he was just a teenager. Hell-bent on going beyond Shavlund to see the wider world.

But only half a year later, the teenager's heart has already undergone a heavy change, and it seems that this wider world has indeed changed his life.

"Thank you very much for what you have done in this war for the Silman region, Mr. Cowen, sometimes birth does not mean a qiē, nobility is never born superior, capable people abound. And you happen to be the best of them all. Brando faintly praised: "There are people who have a starting line far ahead of you, and they are under the shadow of their parents. But now it's far behind you. Mr. Cowen, when the ancient nobles ploughed the borders of this kingdom with their swords, their origins were never predestined by God, but only five words - faith and struggle. ”

Kewen's eyes lit up all of a sudden, this was exactly what he had been looking for. Brando's words seemed to confirm the confusion in his heart that had always been. He almost suspected that the other party had some kind of penetrating ability, and looked at Brando with an unbelievable gaze. But in fact, the future King of Jean Denel was not mistaken, Brando did have some kind of power that penetrated his heart, and it was this glory of the ancient nobility that Corvin had been pursuing throughout history. In fact, this is also the ideal that every Eruin yearns for, but ordinary people can only fantasize in their hearts, but Kewen dares to put it into action.

Brando knew what the King of Denel was thinking, so he couldn't be wrong. However, he was still a little worried, after all, the person in front of him had a long time ago different from his historical experience, maybe his outlook on life and likes and dislikes had already changed? But Kewen's look finally relieved him, "Fortunately, although Vaynd's history is now a mess, at least some details are still difficult to change. He thought to himself that he should have already moved the other party a few points.

"Sylman is an important gateway to the south of the kingdom, and you have seen what the future holds, but to the south of here is a kingdom of darkness, where the rising empire will be the kingdom's most formidable enemy in the future. Mr. Curwen, there is much more you can do than you can do today. ”

Ke Wen calmed down and shook his head: "I'm just an outlaw, Lord Earl, what I did today is far less noble than what you said, and the intention is just to repay your favor." ”

"Mr. Cowen, why should you be presumptuous." At this time, Freya also heard it, there was probably an adultery between the two of them, she was fighting for the protection of Buche's ideals, and the other half of her mind was only tied to Brando, knowing that Brando wanted to subdue the young man in front of her, and she never had to ask why for what Brando had done, and she had already spoken out to persuade her. But Kewen just glanced at the female knight in front of him, shook his head, and did not answer.

Brando knew that Freya's high-sounding words learned from the Royal Knight Academy might not be of much use to this ambitious young man, and that set of things could only be a simple-minded girl like Freya, he looked at Kewen and replied: "You and I are both outlaws, dying for this kingdom and the beliefs in our hearts, in the face of such persistence, the others are only insignificant, why do you care about those red tapes?" ”

Kewen groaned slightly, and then no longer refuted, but nodded slightly and stood aside, Brando knew that he was already moved, so he didn't ask anymore, this person is a real person, and his background is very similar to himself, if he once he takes refuge, then he can only stand with him. Throughout the kingdom, no one but him would treat these people equally, in fact, even if it was him, if it were not for the support of Her Royal Highness the Princess and the status of the grandson of the Sword Saint Darus, he might not be able to stand within the kingdom.

The aristocracy's rejection of the plebeian class was deep-rooted.

The drizzle was still drizzling, and Brando put aside the question and asked Cagliss on the side: "Tell me what is going on in front of us, is our Count Jacques dead or alive now, and how many of Viero's army remain?" Calglis, perking up, replied at once, "That fellow Tomorber is a man, although his knights were a little stupid and almost killed the Vieeros, Martha is on top, and I have never seen such a tragic defeat, it was a pure joke." However, Lord Lord, it is a miracle that Tomuber did not let his army escape. Madara's side, it's terrible......"

He couldn't help but shudder at the mention of Madara, since the battle of Ampesel, all of them had a high opinion of the White Lion Guards, and never took Madala seriously. Although Brando mentioned the horror of the Bromandal rose more than once, in Caglis's heart, the horror of the army of the undead was compared to the old army of Eruin, and in his mind, if the army of the undead faced those noble private armies, it would naturally sweep through, but in front of the White Lion Guard, it was just a chicken. The White Lion Guards had once withstood the onslaught of the demon army in the Battle of Ampesel, and no matter how terrifying the legend of the undead was, there was no demon recognized as the strongest individual combat power to be famous.

But what he saw today made him feel a sense of refreshment, and his awe of his lord couldn't help but deepen a little.

In fact, every general who encounters the undead army for the first time will almost have the same idea as Caglis, the undead as a single individual, may not be as terrible as the demons, but once they are combined into an army, they are one of the most terrible armies in the world. This is an army that is silent, will neither scream out of fear, nor flee because of injuries, will not give up resistance until the battle loss rate is 100 percent, will not despair, will not be excited, will only move forward silently, and then devour a qiē army.

And their opponents will never feel the advantage of so-called bravery on these skeletons, because even if you are imposing, it is meaningless in the face of a piece of wood, and you still have to kill and crush each of them one by one in order to achieve victory.

The victors who are at war with the undead will feel exhausted, and the losers, the losers will feel nothing because they have become part of that black rose.

The roses of Bromandor never wither, as if they were immortal.

…… (To be continued......)