In the western part of the empire, in the fishing village where the personnel had been changed in addition to the buildings, the leader of the mysterious army from another continent, the black-armored knight, was sitting in a shabby, damp hut with signs of decay everywhere

This kind of environment is disgusting to anyone with a little status, but the black-armored knight is calm, and even faintly satisfied......

Tilting his neck to drink the scarlet liquor from his toast and smacking his lips, the black-armored knight stood up in awe of his subordinates, walked to the bed with his hands behind his back, and took a deep breath of the fresh but slightly salty seaside air

"What a tempting land, where even the poorest place is a hundred times better than our homeland, and the weak do not deserve to occupy this continent......"

He sighed to himself, turned around, and the eyes under the black knight's visor shone with a compelling light, and asked Hahn, who was dressed in tattered hoods and disguised as a fisherman again

"Is the news from that caravan confirmed?"

Respectfully bent his waist almost at a right angle, Hahn replied hurriedly

"I think so, respected Lord Black Knight, the caravan leader has been complaining that the Empire is setting up cards everywhere and forcibly buying supplies at low prices, whether it is iron, horses, food, even cloth and dishes, anything, if it were not for a huge war coming, I can't think of anything else that could have caused this result......"

"Humph!"

With a cold snort of disdain, the black-armored knight sat back in his seat, sneering as he shook the empty wine glass in his hand

"Let's fight, the more powerful the fight, the better, so that our master will have a greater chance to set foot here! Let's all go out, I need to be quiet for a while, besides, Hahn, you personally lead the team and take people to the nearby cities to investigate, I need more detailed information! ”

"Understood, sir"

When the door opened and closed again, the fisherman's hut fell back into darkness and silence......

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"Your Majesty!"

Saru, who is now the Grand Master of the Knights of Glory, strode into the palace with a long cloak in his hand, and after waving away the maids and guards, he bowed slightly to Rolf on the throne

"Oh? My dear friend, what is the good thing that makes you rush to me in the early morning? ”

Putting down the documents he had reviewed, Rolf covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and in early autumn he was even covered with a thick blanket, and his face was even more irregularly flushed

"You...... Alas! ”

Saru, who knew that Rolf didn't want to hear the words of persuasion, hesitated for a moment, but still held back the concern that was about to be spoken, and paused to meet the other party's expectant eyes and barely show a smile

"Yes, Your Majesty, the expansion of the Glory Knights has been completed, according to your ideas, after eliminating and promoting the subordinates, and replenishing the manpower from the Knight Academy, the Knights currently have more than 1,600 personnel, all of whom are official knights, and the final training has ended, and the young knights are not greatly affected by their pure combat power except for experience, and they can crush all enemies for you at any time."

"That's good news, what about the Church's group of gods?"

Beckoning Saru to find a seat for himself, Rolf curled his thin body into the throne

"The Knights Templar have been moving a lot lately, and many of the old people who have left the Church have also been summoned back by the Pope himself, and ...... In addition, with your acquiescence, the Church selected men from among the ordinary Christians and formed an army of more than 30,000 people, which was named the [Immortal Army] by Nathaniel himself, and the spiritual aspect of this army was extremely fanatical."

As if understanding Saru's concerns, Rolf squinted his eyes and spoke slowly

"Don't worry about those people, just a group of farmers with spiritual sustenance, a thousand city defense troops are enough to kill them, my friend, you don't need to worry too much about the huge power of the church, after pacifying Leo and the group of nobles in the south, just clean them up!"

Nodding, Saru looked worriedly at Rolf's increasingly emaciated and emaciated body, which was tormented by illness, and still didn't say anything about his worries about the church, and couldn't bear to let the other party be overworked, and after reporting some details, he bowed and left the palace......

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The Duchy of Pande, Stormwind, stretched out his hand and pointed at the soldiers who were training in the Colosseum, and Leo asked again in disbelief

"What do you say, dear old Garin? Is this bastard your old acquaintance, or is it your son, my loyal subordinate, Baron Tron's best friend? ”

Looking at Tyr, who was instructing archers in training, Old Garin smiled kindly and spoke

"That's right, Your Highness, Tyre O'Leo, his father was a viscount in the southernmost part of the Empire, well, an upright nobleman who used to be his butler when I was young, and then Tron and Tyre were born one after another, and they became friends from a very young age of the same age!"

Looking at Leo, who was still unsatisfied, the butler continued

"They grew up together, played and studied together, and thanks to the kindness of the child's father, Tron was eventually recommended to become a knight as a commoner, but fortunately the little brute did a decent job, and the little guy ...... After losing his playmate, he left a letter at the age of fourteen and ran away from home, hehe! ”

The serious old butler couldn't help but laugh when he said this, and he clearly remembered the Viscount's expression when he saw his youngest son's letter written in crooked handwriting......

"But he has always been in contact with my unsuccessful son, I heard Tron say before, Tyr is not bad, set up a mercenary group called Xingchen, and traveled around the mainland, after the viscount knew that he was safe, he also completely extinguished the idea of letting him take over the family, and could only re-cultivate the somewhat rigid eldest son, Tyre's brother"

Listening to the old butler's story, Leo smiled and looked at Tyr below, I really didn't expect that in this society with strict family rules, such a strange thing could still be born, and let go of a good heir without doing it, and ran out to mess with a group of inferior people in the mouths of nobles, of course, the most important thing is that he didn't rely on the family, and he actually mixed up his personal appearance......

"You shit, maggots, ugly-looking bastards, listen to me, I'll only say it once, forget everything that sissy taught you before, anything! Yes, I'll admit that sissy might be a little bit better than me, just a little bit......"

Afraid that the recruits in training would not be intuitive, Tyr stretched out half of his little finger and gestured, and then continued to reprimand, unlike Aldarion, who was unwilling and not very suitable for training these recruits, Tyr quickly took over all this after being under Leo's hands, and threw himself into it with enthusiasm

Perhaps for Tyr, this was probably just a new toy he had found in his uninhibited life......

"But I swear, if I give you another hundred years and a thousand years, you won't be able to do it to his point, why? Because he doesn't match the type of shooting you need to learn, as an archer, can anyone tell me what your commander needs most from you on the battlefield? ”

After looking around, Tyr casually clicked on the Humpty Dumpty who had almost twisted his waist

"You come and tell me the soldiers"

"Hmm~hmm...... Report sir, perhaps...... Is it the quasi-head? ”

"Bang!"

Punched the fat man's head hard, and Tyr, who was in a state of excitement, was like an anxious lioness, spun around a few times, and covered his face exaggeratedly before he spoke

"Think with your ugly heads, well, I said that with the intelligence of you fools, you fools should never want to be like me and that sissy, never! So give up the illusions - the only thing you need to do is discipline and rhythm, you know, rhythm, rhythm of neat shots, rhythm of neat winding, rhythm of turning around and running when things are wrong! Uh......"

Blinking, Tyr pressed his mouth lightly

"Well, forget about running away, to be serious, the position of archers in war is to assist and suppress, we don't have the strength of a frontal enemy, and weapons and armor are not suitable, so a single archer, even me, can't inflict enough damage on the enemy army, but you can, you can shoot with a projectile of covering shots, and make all the enemies who despise you and all the reckless enemies pay a heavy enough price, and the basis of all this is the two points I said above, discipline and rhythm......"

Exudant, like a true instructor, the earnest Tyre was extremely attentive, writing and drawing on the land, correcting and teaching it himself, and without hesitation to constantly instill all his experience into the new army, like a blank sheet of paper......

After watching for a long time, Leo looked at the teacher and students who were engrossed, stopped Old Garin's proposal to temporarily interrupt and let Tyr come over, and shook the horsewhip in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curved into an arc

"Let's go, don't disturb them, hehe! Although I don't know what the relationship between looks and archery level is, I still have to admit that this kid is really a good teacher in addition to his bad personality...... My dear steward, please inform the others, I will see them at the palace in half an hour, and our strategy must be determined about the coming war! ”

(To be continued.) Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info)