At night, in the barracks of the school field, there were flames hidden in the calm.

Rocca, a young pikeman, was in the barracks bedchamber, chatting with the other soldiers.

"Faucino is the new starting point of our aristocracy, I'm going to kill ten, no, I'm going to kill a hundred undead!" Roca waved his hand excitedly, his voice loud and fanatical.

"Me too, I'm going to kill a hundred undead in Phosinau!" said another young soldier beside Roca.

The conversation quickly became hot.

"I'm going to spend 1,000 gold coins to buy a manor, and then I'm going to marry a big-breasted aristocratic lady, hahahaha!" a young voice.

"Hahahaha......" everyone laughed.

"That's right, I'm just a noble lady who likes big breasts, you don't understand. And I nailed a carriage myself, carved with the most gorgeous patterns. He continued.

"Hahahaha!"

"Haha, dream boy, nobles don't nail carriages and carve patterns by themselves. A veteran said to him with a smile.

"That'...... , then look for ...... , I like it, I will be a nobleman by then, I can do whatever I want, I just want to nail the carriage myself and carve patterns. The young man said stubbornly.

"Haha. His words drew another burst of laughter.

Rocca said excitedly: "Yes, each of us has to become a nobleman, and I will definitely build a castle and play a set of steel knight's armor." ”

"Idiot. A discordant voice suddenly sounded, causing the atmosphere in the tent to freeze.

Everyone looked in the direction from which the voice came, and it was a rather strong man lying in the corner.

"Who are you talking about?" Roca asked, in a bad tone.

"You, you, you and you, a bunch of naïve idiots. The man sat up, pointing his fingers at them one by one, his tone full of sarcasm and disdain.

The man's provocative actions and words instantly angered Roca, and he immediately grabbed and pounced on him with both hands.

Before Rocca could reach the man, a large kick had already hit Roca in the chest, and Roca was kicked to the ground.

"What are you doing?" the others immediately gathered around angrily.

The man stood up directly, looked at a few people vigilantly and said, "I'm just casually talking, it's this idiot who wants to do it first." ”

"Poof!" Roca got up and spat and was about to rush up again, but the others around him grabbed him and stopped him from acting impulsively.

"A fool is a fool, do you think it's a good idea to go to that wall of the empire? Stupid, look at the noble soldier on the school floor today? The man looked at Roca with disdain.

"That's because His Majesty the King has given us this task. Roca yelled and cursed.

"Do you know something, Dinu?" a more sane soldier asked, turning to the strong man.

"I know as much as you do, I just don't think it's a good errand, think about it with your head, if it was really a good errand, these nobles would have been rushing to go, and what about poor soldiers like you and me?" said the strong man, Dinu.

His words made everyone think for a moment, and the shed suddenly became quiet.

The next day, outside the quartermaster tent.

A swordsman walked to a quartermaster smith's shop with a long iron sword, handed the sword to the blacksmith who was striking the iron, and said, "Hey, take a look at this sword, there are a few small openings in this sword." ”

The blacksmith stopped what he was doing, looked at the swordsman, took the iron sword, and threw it directly into the large pile of iron swords on the side.

"Are you looking for death? What have you done?" the swordsman cursed when he saw his iron sword thrown away.

Ignoring his angry expression, the blacksmith reached out and pointed to a quartermaster tent: "See, over there, go directly to register and get a brand new set of equipment." ”

The swordsman was stunned: "Brand new?"

The blacksmith nodded impatiently: "Yes, brand new." ”

The swordsman looked at him a few more times, and saw that he began to lift the hammer again and start striking the iron, and then looked at the large pile of iron swords beside him, and walked towards the quartermaster tent with suspicion.

"Strong young man, come here, come here!" an old man sitting outside the quartermaster tent who was counting supplies greeted the swordsman who came over warmly.

"The blacksmith over there said he could get a new iron sword from you. The swordsman asked.

"Haha, strong young man, when I was young, I was as strong as you, haha, what's your name?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Cavadori. The swordsman replied.

"Okay, Kavadori, let me see...... "The old man ..... open a heavy booklet on the table.

"Oh, see, Cavadori, 26 years old, recruited from the city of Boslo, right?" The old man found his name in the booklet.

"Yes, that's me. Can you give me a new iron sword?" asked the swordsman Cavadori.

"I can't give you a new iron sword, Kavadori. The old man shook his head slowly.

The swordsman Carvadori interrupted the old man before he could finish speaking: "What? hey, listen! I need a new iron sword!"

"Don't worry, young man, there's a reason I can't give you an iron sword, because what you need is a steel sword!, a brand new steel sword!" said the old man with a smile.

Cavadori was stunned, a little unconvinced by what the old man in front of him said.

"Come over here, Kavadori. The old man walked over to a pile of iron armory frames.

Cavadori hurriedly followed.

"Come here, see if there's anything you like, pick and choose some you need to go. The steel sword, the belt, the steel shield, the dagger, and the light armor over there," the old man said, pointing to the contents of the armory box.

"What?" Cavadori was stunned.

"Hahaha, you heard you right, young man, take what you need, bring all the equipment, don't lose face with our Zenast. The old man said with a smile.

"Is this true? Can I really pick a steel sword? a brand new steel sword?" said Cavadori, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yes, yes, don't be like a woman, hurry up, you're going to the Imperial Wall to kill the undead heroes, and there are shields and boots and gloves over there. The old man urged with a smile.

No longer hesitating, he reached out and grabbed a belt, fastened it to his waist, grabbed a sheathed steel sword, drew it and swung it a few times, pinned it to the buckle of the belt with great satisfaction, and then chose a new steel shield, a set of metal light armor, a metal helmet, chain gloves, and chain boots.

"Oh, look, this is what it looks like, our Zenast hero. The old man smiled and admired.