"Huh~Huh~Huh~!" Dinoroni tried to calm himself down after coming out of the space-time portal.

"Soldiers, go ahead!, which principality are you!" a tall, rugged-looking man from a wooden watchtower yelled at them.

When Denoroni came to his senses, the knights of the empire had already negotiated, pulling their horses to follow the knights who led the way, and the soldiers quickly started to move, and began to appear one after another.

"Welcome, brothers of Zenast!" began to be recognized from the flags by the members of Dinoroni's group, and shouted in welcome, and such voices were heard throughout the square.

De Noroni began to take a constant look at his surroundings along the way.

Di Noroni didn't know exactly where, but he knew that he seemed to be on a tall platform, and it was full of people, and there were blacksmith areas everywhere, and apart from the shouts, the most was the ping-pong banging, which was the sound of hammers pounding on steel, so dense that it was impossible to tell how many blacksmiths there were.

"Huh~~~!" The sharp sound of the eagle made Dinoroni raise his head, and there was an incomparably tall spire not far away, and a large number of griffons were constantly flying around the spire, making a sharp sound like an eagle from time to time.

After leading the horse for half a day, the sun had already passed overhead, and Denoroni thanked him by rejecting the water bladder handed by a knight, and then took his own water bladder from the rucksack of his horse.

It was much hotter than I had imagined, and there were far more soldiers than I had imagined. Soldiers from various empires are stationed in a single area.

"Welcome, Brother Zenast!I am the temporary resettlement officer of this area, all your needs will be met by me, and the supplies will be delivered in batches, sometimes with some delays, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is to welcome you!" a tall fat man dressed in dark brown greeted several Zenast knights led by him.

Then the soldiers, under the command of the knights, began to get busy.

By the end of the night, De Noroni finally had his own bed, a wide plank laid directly on the floor, in a very large tent with about 40 of them. It was only after his constant emphasis and demands that the knights finally agreed that he was to live in the soldiers' camp as an ordinary soldier.

Many of the soldiers in the tent were already lying weary and resting on the wide plank beds, for everyone had been given plenty of food, a fragrant roasted ball of wheat, a large piece of meat cooked in salt water, and a large basket of unknown fruit.

"Hey, what's your name, Recruit?" said a group of people talking as they ate, one of the curly-haired browns shouted to Dinoroni.

Dinoroni turned his head tiredly, now he was sore, and he almost didn't have the strength to eat, so he hesitated and answered him: "Dinoroni." ”

His answer caused the brown-haired man to be stunned, and he asked him with a frown, "Are you a nobleman?"

When the group heard his words, they all stopped talking and turned their heads to look at Dinoroni.

Dinoroni frowned and nodded hesitantly.

Seeing him nodding in affirmativeness, a group of people suddenly became interested, and they all gathered around Dinoroni, and the brown-haired man asked curiously: "Then what is your surname?" Are you a nobleman of the empire or the principality?"

"I didn't expect there to be nobles among us!" said someone with a smile.

"Maybe it's a down-and-out little aristocrat. Others looked at Dinoroni with a teasing smile.

Di Noroni, who was also looking at them with some curiosity, didn't care about their joking teasing, and smiled slightly: "Zenaste, Denoroni Zenaste, my name." ”

A few people who were still laughing stopped laughing in an instant, and the entire camp was instantly quiet.

A group of people instantly remembered what the soldiers commanders had said before, that His Royal Highness the Prince had come to the Imperial Wall with the army, and that he was a soldier!

The brown-haired man suddenly felt the royal temperament of the young man in front of him, and immediately stood up after a trance, stepped back, knelt down on one knee, and made a soldier salute to Dinoroni, and said in a solemn and low voice: "I have seen His Royal Highness, I am Balta, from the imperial capital of Zenaste!"

The others also hurriedly followed his movements, stood up, and solemnly knelt down on one knee to greet him.

Di Noroni knew that his identity would definitely be exposed, he tried his best to make his expression look calmer and stood up, watching them kneel on one knee and raise their heads one by one, an inexplicable emotion made his eyes instantly hazy, suppressed his emotions and said: "This is the wall of the empire, where mankind has established a guardian place to block the evil undead, here! There are no princes, no civilians, only human guardians! Zenast, born in the royal family, has the surname Zenast, and should be here, so I and you, both here are the same soldiers, heroes of the Zenast Empire! So, stand up, heroes of the Zenast Empire!"

The group of people in the tent did not hesitate, and stood up one after another, and looked at Dinoroni with respect in their eyes.

"Sit down and rest, oh, yes! Whoever has leaner meat, cut a small piece of it for me, my piece of meat is fat, I don't have much appetite for this big piece of fat. Dinoroni said helplessly.

"Your Royal Highness, I will give you this piece of meat ......"

"Your Royal Highness, my piece is full of lean meat, give you ......"

“......”

A group of people handed over their own meat.

Seeing a group of people coming over with meat, Dinoroni was stunned for a moment, then smiled and pulled out a standard short dagger from his waist, cut a small piece of lean meat from the meat handed over by everyone, and stuffed it directly into his mouth and ate it: "Okay, okay, thank you, these are enough." ”

The group was very happy to see Dinoroni eating the part of his own meat that had been cut off from his own meat.

"Oh! by the way, a knight on the road gave me a jar of honey!" Dinoroni pulled out a small clay pot from his bag, pulled out the soft stopper on it, and the smell of fragrant honey instantly spread.

After pouring a little bit on top of his roasted wheat ball, Denoroni handed the small clay pot to Balta, the curly-haired brown man.

Balta was stunned for a moment, but soon excitedly poured a little bit of his wheat ball onto it, and then handed it to a soldier beside him.

This act of sharing honey instantly opened everyone's hearts, and all of them happily opened their mouths to praise the prince and honey.

"Here, please call me by my name, Dinoroni, and remember, I am just like you, just a soldier!" Dinoroni said to the group with a smile. The immature heart in his heart also settled down little by little, this feeling of mingling with the soldiers he had never had, which made him excited and very calm at the same time.

Soon, another man brought in wine, and more and more soldiers who heard the wind surrounded the camp, and finally Dinoroni had to leave the camp. A group of knights who had shed their knightly armor soon joined the scene, and the group finally sang the imperial song of Zenast.

The song passed through the night, towards the void. ()

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