After dinner, the night gradually darkened.

Piles of bonfires were scattered like stars across the vast plains. The flames dancing in the wind made the faces of the surrounding soldiers flicker and darken.

Roy sat outside the campfire, leaning against a lone old tree on the hill, a little boredly scratching the ground with the branches in his hands. The same squad of rabble soldiers gathered around the campfire, chatting without a word, and no one paid attention to the black-haired boy.

Excluded. Roy drooped his eyelids.

From where he was, the barracks stretched into the distance, and beside the piles of bonfires, soldiers chatted or snooze with their weapons in their arms. Patrolling soldiers marched through the battalion in columns. From time to time, there was a rush of horses' hooves. Cavalry patrols armed with torches swam like dragons of fire.

At night, the distant city of Medin was shrouded in darkness, and only the black walls could be faintly seen. A little closer, you can still see clearly, the tall arrow tower, the brightly lit camp, and the heralds and horses galloping in and out, making the whole camp look like a huge and busy beehive.

The tragic situation that can be seen everywhere during the day has been covered by the night. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Roy couldn't believe that it was a hellish sight before the sun set. The broken flags dyed red by the setting sun, the corpses lying all over the place, and the blood flowing there, still linger to this day.

"What are you thinking? boy. "The voice of the dwarven axe spirit came to my head.

"I'm thinking about Bollabelle. Roy narrowed his eyes slightly and looked south, "I don't know what has become of it now." ”

The dwarf was silent for a moment, then said, "You don't want to see it. ”

Roy clenched his fists unconsciously.

"This is war. No matter what era of war, it is the same scene. The dwarf said lightly: "If you feel cruel to such a small scene, then you were born three hundred years early, and I am afraid you can only find a pile of sand to bury your head." ”

"Three hundred years ago?" Roy leaned against a tree, curled up on one leg, shoved a bitter grass into his mouth, munching on the familiar bitter taste of this lowly plant endemic to the south of St. Solan, "Is it the final battle?"

"The final battle is just the last day. The dwarf's voice was a little melancholy: "For a hundred years before that, we were fighting the demons.

Groups of human, dwarven and elven children are born, grow up, and then die on the battlefield one day. No more sunlight. ”

Roy was silent, the red sun that burst forth in his mind when the dwarven axe committed suicide.

That was the last thing he saw that year, right?

"Why kill yourself?" Roy asked, "I mean, as far as I know, dwarves never kill themselves. That's stupidity for you. ”

The dwarf was silent, and suddenly said angrily, "Where did you get so much curiosity?" Talk about your business, how is the cultivation of Douqi. ”

Roy rolled his eyes. After observing the fighting qi constantly running in his body, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's almost broken through the ninth layer." ”

"Gu Buzi's talent is good. The dwarf cursed.

Even he rarely saw a guy who could raise his fighting spirit from the fifth layer to the ninth layer in just half a month. This kid is a monster.

Perhaps, it is also a knight born today.

"Fighting is very good for your Dou Qi cultivation. The realization of life and death is something that cannot be obtained through ordinary cultivation. The dwarf admonished, "Don't always think about using your magic. Well, to become a knight, you have to concentrate on this path. If everything is solved by magic, you might as well be your magician. ”

"I understand. Roy nodded. As the dwarf said, the realization of life and death is indeed of great benefit to the cultivation of fighting spirit and martial arts. Not to mention anything else, just the time he attacked the Holy See convoy, his understanding of the Thor Axe method and the Truth Technique was completely different from before.

"But," a wicked smile tugged at Roy's lips, "I'll use magic when it's time to use it." I'd rather have a slower cultivation speed, and I have to beat people up first. ”

"Stinky boy!" the dwarf scolded speechlessly, no longer speaking to him. I wondered if my gang would train an upright paladin or an evil demon king in the future.

Roy, who had quieted down, was silently urging the running of the fighting spirit in his body, and suddenly saw a rabble soldier with a bow on his back running quickly from several fires, rushing into the crowd, and shouted excitedly. ,

"Hey, good news for you!"

Everyone who was chatting raised their heads and asked in surprise.

"What's the news?"

"What's wrong?"

"Hey, prawns, didn't you pee, what, did you find something good in the toilet?"

"Hahaha. ”

"Go, go, don't talk nonsense", the thin body, a little rickety back, like a prawn-like archer, rolled his eyes, and then said excitedly: "You know, who I saw just now?"

"Who?" everyone asked.

"Ugo!" said the prawn with a smug expression.

As soon as they heard this name, everyone's faces suddenly became a little ugly. A scar-faced man nicknamed the knife squinted at the prawn and said, "Is it strange to meet him?"

As he spoke, the knife glanced at Roy outside the crowd and snorted coldly: "One mourning star is not enough, you are happy to meet two?"

Hearing the words of the knife, everyone sneered.

"It's not a knife, you listen to me," Prawn followed the knife's gaze, glanced at Roy with the same disdain, and turned his head to the crowd: "Sue you, Ugo was beaten!"

"Beaten up?" The crowd suddenly became noisy, and everyone suddenly became interested, and said: "Quick, tell me, who beat you?"

Seeing that everyone's interest was aroused, the prawn triumphantly sat down in the position where the crowd had moved, took the hot water handed over by the person next to him, took a sip, cleared his throat, and then said: "I don't know who beat it." But I just saw Ugo with my own eyes, and alas, that's a miserable one. ”

"What's a miserable method?" a swordsman nicknamed Greyhound was an impatient man, and when he heard that the prawns were always appetizing, he was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and grabbed the prawns' arm, "Say it quickly, say it quickly." ”

"Have you ever seen a rotten persimmon?" asked Prawn with a wicked smile.

"Of course I do. Greyhound didn't understand why the prawns were pulled on the rotten persimmons again, and glared at him, "Do you say anything?"

"Ugo's pretty face is now the same as a rotten persimmon!" said Prawn with a smile.

The crowd exclaimed in surprise, and then burst into laughter and gossip.

"Really, was you slapped in the face?"

"Great! Quick, prawns, tell us about it. Rotten to something

Situation. ”

"Who hit it?"

Prawn said: "I don't know who beat it." It's just a glance from afar. It was just time for him to change his dressing. “

As he spoke, he pointed to the nose of the greyhound next to him and gestured: "That guy's nose began to be wrapped in a cloth, and when he opened my mother when he changed the dressing, it was a miserable one." The entire bridge of the nose collapsed, the nasal bones on it were crooked, and the eyes, mouth and face were swollen and shiny. ”

"It was caused by being directly hit in the face," the knife looked around, his eyes flashing with excitement, "the guy who beat him is definitely a veteran." With a punch, it is estimated that this guy will not be able to get up at that time. ”

"I don't think it's a fist. Another middle-aged mercenary next to him, "Red Wine", condensed and said: "Ugo is a three-star armed knight, and his strength and defense are good. To be beaten like this, it is estimated that it is either an elbow or a knee. The most likely is with the hilt of a sword. ”

"What if his opponent is a just knight?" asked the other.

"Just Knight?" Red Wine pouted contemptuously, "Do you think a guy like Ugo would have a conflict with a just knight?

"That's right. Everyone nodded.

"It doesn't matter who he is, I'll be happy if Ugo is unlucky anyway!" one mercenary gloated.

The mercenary's words immediately drew a chorus of echoes. Everyone laughed, and for a while, the campfire was as lively as a party.

"What a retribution. That guy has a bad heart, he deserves it!"

"Let's team up and watch in a moment. Hahaha. Shame is also ashamed of him. “

"He's Ugo today. Prawns, take the time to inquire and see who beats that guy, if it's a good person, let's go make friends. ”

The roaring flames reflected the excited faces of everyone, and in the hustle and bustle, the whole bonfire was in full swing.

"Hey, your name is Roy?"

Roy was listening to the laughter and movement of the crowd, and sat down next to him and asked.

Roy turned his head and saw that the person who spoke was named Tang Xiaoben, nicknamed Little Watermelon, and was the only boy in the team who was about the same age as himself, white and clean, a little fat. A pair of eyes are very far apart, and the eyebrows appear to be extremely broad. The face is full of harmony, rich and joyful. ,

The reason why I know this guy's name is not only that this guy's name is really special, but also because in the squad, this guy is less like a fighter than himself. Not to mention the young age, he looks too non-threatening. Putting it on the battlefield is like putting a little piglet into a pack of wolves.

Seeing the little watermelon running over to talk to him, Roy nodded, his expression a little surprised.

In this squad, except for the old bear who is not here now, almost everyone has a bad opinion of themselves because of the old bear being whipped.

"Don't care. Little Watermelon grinned and patted Roy on the shoulder: "None of them are bad people. It's because the old bear was whipped and couldn't turn around for a while. It will be fine after a while. ”

"It doesn't matter. Roy laughed, "It's my fault." ”

"It's nothing if it's normal. The old bear helped us carry a lot of black pots. Little Watermelon said: "This time it is mainly a battle, and the injury on the old bear's back has a great impact on his strength." Everyone is afraid that if the time comes, if the old bear has something to miss because of this......"

"By the way," the little watermelon diverted the subject, "where are you from?"

"South. Roy said, "What about you?"

"Muni City," the little watermelon hugged the back of his head with his hand and leaned against the tree: "I came to Meiding City to complete the actual combat training, and I encountered this incident." Just sign up for the rabble and fight the Friedos. ”

Roy looked at the little watermelon's white and fat face with a strange expression, and he really couldn't imagine that this guy still had such guts. "Aren't you afraid?"

"Look at me safe, right?" Little Watermelon glanced at Roy, trying to make a fierce look: "I'm the most ruthless!"

Roy looked at the little watermelon's face, which was more funny than ruthless, and his cheeks twitched.

After a moment, both laughed at the same time.

After all, it is a teenager's heart, and soon, the two became acquainted. Little Watermelon whispered: "When it comes to killing people and fighting wars, I'm not as good as those guys." They are all old mercenaries, playing with their heads. It's easier to kill someone than to kill a chicken. But if you want to talk about strength, hehe, this team has to be counted as the first ...... of my little watermelon except for the flag chief.

"You?" Roy glanced at the little watermelon up and down, but he really didn't see what this guy was so good about.

"Don't look at me with that look," the little watermelon smiled and said proudly, "I'm a first-year student of the first training camp." Ranked fifth in grade strength. Four-star armed knight!"

Roy was startled. This guy looks smaller than himself, and he is already a four-star armed knight. What's even more coincidental is that he is also a student of the first training camp.

"Really?"

"How scared, right?" Little Watermelon danced proudly, "I knew that once I revealed my true strength, it would shock many people." Hahaha. ”

"They don't know?" Roy turned to look at the other mercenaries around the campfire. During this day's observation, he found that no one had much reverence for the little watermelon. It seems that he only thinks of him as an ordinary boy who has joined the rabble without knowing the height of the sky.

Although it is not to be looked down upon, the mercenaries who are accustomed to determining their status by their strength will naturally and unnaturally show a casual attitude.

"Of course not. The little watermelon smiled: "If you really know my strength, who would dare to instruct me to run errands and drink around?"

The corners of Roy's mouth twitched.

He originally thought that his bad habits that he was forced to cultivate by his grandfather William were bad enough, but he didn't expect that there were still guys like little watermelons in the world who took pleasure in it.

This guy is really a watermelon head!

Roy smiled honestly at the little watermelon very sincerely.

As he spoke, there was a burst of laughter. The mercenaries beat their chests with laughter one by one.

"That Ugo and the flag commander," Roy glanced over and asked curiously, "What's going on?"

"Ugo is a member of the Coast Mercenary Regiment. When the rabble was formed, that guy was unlikable and was kicked to the rabble to be the flag commander. Little Watermelon said: "As a result, after the old bear came, he pressed him in front of him in all aspects." ”

Speaking of Ugo, the little watermelon looked disdainful and spitted. Spit, then continued: "You know that Your Majesty has issued a solicitation order for You Yong. The military exploits of the Rangers are equivalent to those of the regular army. Recognized by the royal family and the knights. The same goes for promotion rewards. As long as you do a good job, you may be able to rely on military exploits to get a share of the estate. Roy nodded. The importance of the Harvest to the Riders is well known. Just like the roots of a big tree, it is almost a certainty that a knight who owns a fief will complete the registration of the knight's hall and truly become a nobleman.

Before that, mercenaries like Lao Xiong and Ugo were just civilians with knightly strength. Just like the non-commissioned officers in the Order who hold the swallowtail flag. Even if it is the same as the strength of the knight holding the long flag, the difference in status is very different.

Undoubtedly, fighting for a military merit with military merits has a fatal attraction for many mercenaries in this world who have more than one rank of fighting spirit.

"I heard that in the Northwest Province of Pru, a brave mercenary with four-star strength has been promoted to the ...... of a first-class tiger lieutenant in just one month after joining the command of the Grand Duke of Freret." Tsk, that guy is hairy. ”

"By the way, there is an even more amazing guy who is said to be a down-and-out aristocratic ......", Xiao Watermelon remembered another example: "That guy was about to go bankrupt in his family, but he made a meritorious service in the border city Dragon Gate and was immediately promoted to a third-level dragon school." The whole family turned over at once. ”

"To the point, what's going on with Ugo. Roy couldn't help but interrupt the little watermelon. This guy's thinking belongs to the divergent jumping type, if you don't pull him back, it is estimated that these legends can be said to be able to talk for a night.

"Ugo, hey, that guy is daydreaming too!" Little Watermelon grinned, "But that guy can't do it himself, and he always wants to recruit all the best guys into his team." As a result, last time, several third-grade seniors from our first training camp came to sign up, and they were originally assigned to our team, but Ugo grabbed it hard and fought with Lao Xiong. ”

"First training camp?" Roy was speechless for a moment, turning his head to look around, "How many people from your training camp are here?"

"What's so unusual?" said the little watermelon casually, "The training camp was originally the cradle of imperial generals, and it was natural to go to war on the battlefield. Moreover, the credits converted from military merit are much higher than those of the exam. In the three major training camps, in which year are there few ruthless people who have been deducted credits because of their ethics go to the border cities to earn credits?"

As he spoke, Xiao Watermelon glanced around: "This time, there are fewer people in our first training camp." In addition to me, there are also seven or eight other ...... of the second and third training camps."

Little Watermelon said a little depressedly: "Fuck." In the past few days, Lao Tzu has met those guys, all of whom are smiling and smiling, talking about the number of people participating in the war. If you don't forget it, don't talk about the old turtle. When Lao Tzu has made a great contribution, one is more than ten of them!"

Roy was secretly happy. It seems that the competition between the three major training camps is everywhere, and even if they go to the battlefield, they must be compared with each other.

After that incident, the bond between Ugo and the old bear was settled. This time, the little watermelon took the initiative to pull the topic back, shook his chubby head and said, "As a result, several of my senior brothers were assigned to other teams of 100. Nu is over there. Three armed four-star, two brave one-star. ”

Roy followed the little watermelon's gaze. In another hundred-man camp at the bottom of the hill, several young men were chatting and laughing among a group of mercenaries. It is very important to look at the situation.

You Yong, who was observing the other training camp students around him, suddenly saw a rapid sound of horses' hooves galloping down the hillside from afar.

Everyone was attracted by the sound of horses' hooves in the rainstorm.

Roy and Little Watermelon stood up with the crowd and turned their heads to look.

I saw thirty "Heavenly Change Knights" dressed in a full set of black demonic armor, surrounded by a female knight riding a dark blue unicorn, rolling in front of the camp like a whirlwind, heading straight for the camp.

The magic patterns on the thirty black-armored knights shimmered blue in the night. Sitting down the steed is extraordinary, and under the stimulation of the gorgeous battle ring, the muscles skyrocket, like a giant beast. Iron hooves larger than the mouth of the bowl tossed rapidly, shaking the earth and making a thunderous sound

There were also hundreds of non-commissioned officers and followers around, their spears in their hands pointing straight to the sky like a forest of guns, and the swallow-tailed flags shook straight in the wind as the horses galloped.

And everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the female knight in the lead.

The female knight was dressed in a fiery red magic armor that outlined her graceful line. The magic pattern of flowers and vines is like an ice blue rose blooming in the night. Her face was obscured by a helmet with six flame wings on one sideburn, making it impossible to see her face. But the long snow-white hair fluttered in the wind with the wings, like a river of ice in a blazing fire. It's dizzying. , sat down the unicorn, and with every step it took in the night, its body emitted wisps of silver-white light and golden stars. The light was shaken off into the wind behind it as the unicorn galloped like a whirlwind, bending, winding, flickering, and fading away. A brilliant band of light is formed.

"Who is she?" Roy asked, surprised as he watched the cavalry move away.

"Sister Sophia, the youngest daughter of Grand Duke Adolf. Little Watermelon said excitedly: "The head of the Bavarian Knights, the goddess in the hearts of all the men of Lulian." ”

"It's amazing. Roy stared at the light that disappeared into the camp and said.

From the moment the female knight appeared, he felt an oppressive force that was almost suffocating. It seemed that anyone who dared to take a step near her would be crushed into powder and dissipated into the wind.

Until she was gone, this feeling was still in her body, and it could not be reversed for a long time.

Little Watermelon said, "Of course." Otherwise, why do you think Lulian has sustained himself until now?"

As soon as Little Watermelon's words fell, there was a sudden commotion around.

Immediately, there was a rapid sound of trumpets in the distance.

In the dark night, the troops in the south suddenly moved, and countless torches swam in the night like fire dragons, and after a while, the sound of killing shook the sky.

"Is it a night attack by the Phillips or is it for us to attack!" the little watermelon quickly climbed up the tree, standing on the branch and looking into the distance. Roy, on the other hand, set his sights on the north.

There, a Solan army, under the cover of night, bypassed the camp and marched northeast. There are many more units of the Lulian Legion, which are being grouped together.

Retreat?at this time?

An ominous premonition flashed through Roy's mind.

At this moment, he heard the roar of the old bear Sean rushing from the central tent of the rabble: "Everyone, gather at once and prepare for battle!"

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