Howard is a European car designer who plays video games as a hobby, and he always finds inspiration in racing simulations, but of course he dabbles in other games. Howard, or Lord Howard, the current numberer, was glad that he had such a hobby that did not conform to the habits of high society.

In the world of the last novice mission, World Heroes Invincible 6, an unknown small battle almost killed him. The usual turn-based battles have become real battlefields, and the numbered person who is in the same world as him is equally proficient in that mission world, and even has more troops than him in the final battle. But in the end, Howard, who adopted the decapitation tactic, killed the opponent with difficulty, and the remaining army was easily defeated by himself without the bonus of heroes.

Howard was lucky enough to get a templar town that would make Hu Bin's eyes red, but Howard couldn't afford to use too much gold to upgrade the bottomless castle due to the recklessness of the mission world, so he could only watch the council hall and not build it.

Although the completion rate of the side quest is not high, the rating reward for killing the opponent gives Howard a lot of good things in his hands, although he is not even qualified to learn the sky-high magic price, but the magic scroll is not among them.

The Fireball Scroll, which he dropped when he killed a Hell hero in the Novice World, made Howard exchange it without hesitation. It will be a good hole card in the next world, and he has also been in contact with the world of horseback riding and slashing, and he believes that his magic will surprise the turtle nobles of this world.

Having tasted the sweetness of the Terran ranged class marksman in the world of heroes and invincible, and with two marksmen with him, Howard chose the kingdom of Rhodok as the main camp without thinking about it, instead of Vigia, who was close to the two major threats Kugit and Nord, in his opinion, the powerful siege crossbow was his pursuit. As for Salander's group of scum, it is obviously not enough to see, the Mamluks can just divide the spearmen to deal with it, and they should set their sights on the Svadia Kingdom.

But things often go in unexpected directions.

The clash between Rhodok and Swadia is intriguing, and it is lucky that he does not suffer. Rodok, who wanted to find Salander to pinch soft persimmons, was slapped back, and it was land cutting and compensation. But this actually had nothing to do with Howard, who was still accumulating strength in the arduous pursuit of Rhodok's mountain bandits all over the mountains.

Fortunately, the strength of the Rodok mountain bandits is not high, and the number is enough to make up for the worthless shortcomings of the capture, and the growth of strength has led to the breeding of ambitions, and Howard, whose hands are gradually covered with blood, began to look further.

Before the onset of winter, in the great battle against Kujitt called by King Rhodok, Howard finally obtained the mercenary qualification before departure, and confidently participated in the battle. But in that battle he saw the Kugit-like cavalry, as well as the Kugit numberers who made him wary. The opponent's troops are not too many, but the tactical cunning and speed are so fast that he can hardly catch the flaws. Few of Rhodok's accomplices have obtained mercenary status, and after weighing his own strength, Howard quickly gave up his plan to fight the other party.

Rhodok finally won the battle, and Howard successfully formed a small alliance with the slightly stronger numberers in his faction. Perhaps the process was not going well, and the numberers of Rhodok were actually reluctant to expose themselves too much, even if they were numberers from the same faction, but the next Virgian attack forced them to do so.

Faced with the depression of winter, almost all numberers struggled as best they could. Howard, who returned to China in disgrace, let fate favor him again, and an inadvertent patrol allowed him to discover the bandits' lair. Entangled with the power of almost all of the Rhodok numberers, Howard and the others successfully took the mountain bandit camp of more than 300 people. The bounties and large seizures from the nearby lords made the Rhodok number gate better in this harsh winter, and Howard had a much greater say in the alliance.

But Howard could still sense the danger, his weakness made it difficult for him to enter the upper echelons of Rhodok, and even in the aristocratic circles, their numberers had no say. He knew that the Salanders, who had despised him, were not as easy to deal with as he imagined, but instead released the words to attack the Kujits, who might suffer a big loss in the mountain warfare. But when the two joined forces, Howard knew that Rhodoc was in big trouble.

Sure enough, the capital city of Derqila was besieged, and the Rhodok army, which had been running for a long time to relieve Amera, was put on a line. After carefully reviewing the map, one of the faction numberers tried to dissuade King Graves from coming to his rescue immediately, and gathered more forces to defeat the attacking enemy in one fell swoop. But the numberer was deprived of a lot of honor and prestige by the king for the crime of shaking the morale of the army, and his mercenary qualifications would have been lost if it had not been for the use of people.

Howard watched as his camp's army was routed by the cavalry on that small plain, and was finally nearly wiped out. Weakened, the Rhodok numberers retreated to Tulgar, waiting for further changes in the situation.

"The armies of the two countries will retreat very quickly." A powerful numberer in the Rhodok alliance analyzed the head, and Howard also thought so, he still had a chance, and the mission world was still long, Howard comforted himself.

But reality shattered their last hopes, Salander actually captured Jergila, and King Griffos was furious, vowing to recover the capital at any cost, even if it was to beg the Swadians.

The numbered ones, who felt slapped in the face, gathered in the king's regrouped elite legions, ready to gamble on their future fate.

"It's the third day, Howard, it's our turn, the aboriginal army has lost too much, those two damn city defense crossbows, damn it!"

"We have to move fast, I saw Gerry the kid yesterday, and the numberer of Kugit also got involved. Damn, aren't they going back to their nest? ”

Howard listened to the talk of his accomplices, his face was gloomy and terrible, the two-day siege had not worked, and the number of casualties made his heart tremble. What elite troops, what top troops, within the range of those two indestructible city defense crossbows, is a joke. That day, he saw from afar the Lord Reed wearing a steel helmet with eagle wings at the head of the city, and he was a terrible guy who easily blocked the fierce attack of the coalition forces for two consecutive days.

The Kugit army is ready to move, Howard doesn't believe that Swadia's reinforcements will not move, everything depends on today, and the consequences of not being able to take this city are nothing more than considering giving up everything before and switching to another country to start from scratch. But Howard, who knows some insiders, knows that he should never easily go down the path of defection.

Howard did not accept such a result, and the moment he attacked the city wall, he decisively tore open the beaded fireball scroll at the bottom of the pressure box. Three fireballs the size of a volleyball quickly exploded across the city walls, emptying the front of an enemy. Their numberers and their retinue rushed into the walls of the city along the gap, accompanied by swaths of elite native infantry.

"Got it, hurry up and move to the left and control the crossbow." The numbered men quickly routed the recalcitrant enemy, captured the city's defenses, and then turned their guns to support their side.

"It's exciting, and lo and behold, those archers are all buried." One of the numbered crossbow keepers let out a cheer, and the archers fired back.

Howard looked at the steady stream of soldiers outside the city, and secretly said in his heart that he had won.

Looking back at the desperation of the stubborn defenders, a scene that made him frightened happened.

"Smack." A fragment of Sergeant Rhodok's shield and his helmet flew out, red and white spilling out of the helmet as it was raised.

A group of tall soldiers like tin cans struck the head, and a large number of enemies were crushed from the other side of the wall, and with every swing of the large mace in their hands, one of their own soldiers fell with a miserable scream.

"What's that, the entourage of the numbered? There are too many of them. "Seeing that one of the entourage of the numbered one of them was able to block the opponent's two attacks and was seriously injured, that was a veteran gladiator in the world of blood and sand, and Howard himself might not be able to fight.

Unable to let those guys block the springboard, Howard and the other numbered men rushed forward, and the city defense crossbows under their control gave up on ravaging the archers and slowly turned to this side.