In a bright living room in a large castle in Whindamry, Count Julius, the second in line to the throne of the Kingdom of Migland, accompanied by a maid wearing a lightweight ring armor with a combination of steel bars on the outside, looked at his outfit in front of a richly decorated silver mirror, and said to the steward standing behind him without looking back.

"Hasen, after I meet the royal brother today, I will lead the knights out to train, maybe there will be a war soon, and I will also go on the expedition at that time, so you have to be ready, little Adenes and the affairs of the castle will be left to you"

"Okay, don't worry, sir."

Butler Hasson was dressed in a brown tunic and nodded seriously to Count Julius.

Suddenly, a hurried report sounded.

"Report, Lord Count Julius, emergency!"

A doorman armed with a sword and dressed in ordinary armor shouted, hurried into the room, and said to the astonished Count Julius:

"There was a sudden huge riot in the city, I heard that there were monsters appearing, and there were many people who called themselves mercenaries of the Eagle Regiment who were constantly creating riots, and the defenders of the city were no longer enough to suppress the riots, so I asked the Knights to dispatch!"

"What nonsense?! Monster?! How could there be such a thing! ”

"Eagles, these abominable wretchions!"

Count Julius frowned and scolded, because the Midland Kingdom has been fighting with the Yoda Empire for a long time, in order to reduce the damage of the kingdom a few years ago, it began to hire a lot of mercenary groups.

However, this made the original army look cowardly and did not have the courage to face the battle, and at the same time, the mercenary group shared the merits of the army to a certain extent, which made him quite dissatisfied with the leader of the first elite White Dragon Knights of the kingdom and the representative of the army's hawks.

Recently, because of the mercenary eagle group, he and the king have a little disagreement, so now they are particularly unwelcome to the mercenary group, or have always been discriminatory, most of the mercenaries in this era are part-time robbers, scourge the people, and have a very bad reputation.

A slight sneer flashed in his eyes, a slight sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said sharply to the doorman, "Let's go, prepare the horses, it must be those arrogant and rude mercenary groups again, this time we must kill those inferior miscellaneous pieces first!" ”

In a clearing in the forest on the outskirts of Whindham, the Eagle Regiment is stationed.

Zod bared his canine teeth and opened his mouth to whisper to the people of the Eagle Regiment opposite.

"I'm Zod, and I'm not here to fight you, but to protect you."

Gus, who had just questioned Zod, looked surprised at this time, "What? Protect us? ”

And Jiedu and Gorcas, who were standing next to Griffith, were stunned and said, "You're Zod?!" ”

"Zod the Immortal?!"

Zod turned his head to look around, as if to see if there were any other people calling Zod, the camp was surrounded by deserted forests, a bleak autumn wind, and he turned back and responded to Jiedu's question with a smile:

"No one dares to assume my name anymore!"

Griffith frowned, and the people who didn't know what to do with the Eagle Regiment asked Jet, "Who is Zod?" ”

Jet Du stared at Zod's face tightly and said solemnly:

"Zod, it can be said that he is an immortal myth in the mercenary world, I heard that he has been appearing on the cruel battlefield all the time, and he will always survive in the end, and the heads he kills can form a country"

"Such a brave man!" Casgard, to Griffith's left, exclaimed.

"No, the most frightening thing is..."

Jiedu swallowed nervous saliva and continued:

"The legend of Zod has been passed down by word of mouth since 200 years ago!"

Suddenly, there was silence in the Eagle Regiment, and everyone was dumbfounded and shocked by Jiedu's words.

At this moment, a determined voice broke the silence.

"What's the mess? The myth of the mercenary?! Growing up in a mercenary pile, I hadn't heard much of it! ”

Gus took a sip, pulled out the greatsword behind his back, pointed it at Zod's face, and choked:

"I miss a famous big man like you, I've killed a lot!"

"Hey! You bastard—" In the crowd, a thin, somewhat philistine-looking Gorcas spoke in horror, and in the middle of speaking, Griffith raised his hand to interrupt him.

Griffith stared at the interested Zod, stepped forward to stand alongside Gus, nodded to Zod, who led more than a dozen people over, and said sincerely, "Although I don't know what Your Excellency is doing here!" But I believe you have no ill intentions, and I'm glad to be friends with you. ”

Then he changed his words, and his sharp eyes shot directly into Zod's cheek, and he was serious:

"But if you dare to offend my companions, whether you are Zod or not, the kingdom of Midland and the entire Eagle Regiment here where we are employed will not let you go!"

"Hahaha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen people in various clothes behind Zod burst into laughter, as if they had heard a big joke.

"He just threatened Lord Zod, didn't he?!"

"What kind of country is Midland?"

"Is the Eagle Regiment powerful? ... Hahaha! ”

"You bastards, don't make fun of Griffith!"

Seeing this, the brown-skinned Kascarard drew his long sword and stepped forward with angry eyes, and many members of the Eagle Regiment behind him took up their weapons one after another, and surrounded Zod and the others angrily, in their hearts, Griffith was a noble idol and should not be humiliated by these people.

"Alright, Lord Zod, we're not here to fight!" Abayne on Zord's left spoke up, interrupting the laughter of the apostles behind him, and his eyes looked at Griffith in front of him, who was incompatible with the temperament of the mercenaries, so elegant, so noble, in this era of destruction, if there is a perfect person, it must be the person in front of him.

He sensed that behind the human's chest helmet, there was something that exuded a strong netherworld aura, it was Behelet, known as the Overlord's Egg, which proved that in the future, the person in front of him would become their fifth Blessed King, the fifth hand of God in the world.

"Hey, don't you have such a thing!"

Compared to Abain's precise sensing, a man on Zod's right, dressed in dark armor and covered in animal fur, with a pointed monkey cheek, took out a brown Behelet from the pouch pinned to his belt and asked Griffith.

"How..."Griffith saw what this man had taken out, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, a fantasy of seeing the future appeared in his mind, and instantly flashed and disappeared like a streamer, and then thought about it carefully, it was like having spent a long experience, but he couldn't remember it carefully, as if nothing had happened, like a dream.

Aba, who had a cold face, felt the breath of the overlord's egg and said firmly in his heart:

'It's him, it's him, and it's probably not him, the fifth blessed king in the future'