"Oh?" Ron glanced at Gris, not expecting him to have made up his mind so quickly. "So where are you going to get out of here?"

"Who knows. Gris shrugged indifferently. "I'm not going to go to Rabina anyway to join the lord, that stable city is not for me, I think I'll be a free adventurer, or a mercenary, anyway, I want to take my life in my hands, not the stupid big man. ”

Without speaking, Ron turned his head to look at Scarknight sitting in his chair with his eyes closed.

Even when he sat down, he could feel a faint aura of oppression.

"And what are my options?" Ron had a confused look in his eyes.

He remembered the peaceful days he had lived on Earth, and the dangers and mysteries he had seen since he came to this world.

All he had hoped for was a force that could protect himself.

And as your knowledge grows, so does that expectation.

By far the most powerful power Ron knew of was the mysterious 'wizard' from Grant's mouth.

You know, even a large empire like Best is only a weak force for wizards.

Ron felt that the otherworldly power was what he was looking for.

According to Grant, those wizards themselves are very mysterious existences, ordinary people may not be able to contact them in their lifetime, only some huge forces or some high-level empires have a little clue and connection, if I choose to leave, I may completely lose the opportunity to contact wizards, but the Best Empire seems to have only one wizard apprentice at present, I don't know how long it will take to get in touch with that level, if I have my current strength'

While Ron was thinking about the pros and cons of his choice, several more personnel who chose to leave silently walked towards the exit of the venue.

His gaze swept over the departing figures, and the confusion in Ron's eyes faded.

Rather than spin around like a fly without a head, I should take advantage of this opportunity, and if following orders here is the price to be paid for gaining strength, then I can afford it." ’

Even though Scar said something terrible, Ron believed that he wouldn't really give the order to die.

After all, the value of a soldier is not something that ordinary people can replace.

Gris calmly watched Ron's eyes change, and put the helmet back on his head.

"What about you, decide whether to leave or stay. ”

After a pause, Ron looked up and said.

"I chose to stay. ”

"Really?" said Gris gesturing at Scar with his eyes closed. "Are you sure you've been following that guy's orders ever since, even if it's for you to jump into the fire?"

"Hmm. Ron took a deep breath and nodded. "I had already thought about it before I came here, but I just decided on it again. ”

"Okay. Gris smiled and pulled his visor down. "Well, goodbye, I hope the next time I see you, you're not a cold corpse. ”

"Of course. Ron smiled.

Glancing at Ron again, Gris tugged at the reins and controlled the horse out of the group, leaving without looking back.

Looking at the back of Gris leaving, Ron vaguely noticed that the person who had left was Vincent, the apprentice knight in a white swordsman suit he had met on the road earlier.

At this point, the team of nearly three hundred people has already removed one-half of the number in this selection.

The huge field seemed even more empty.

Half an hour later.

Scar, who was sitting in a chair, opened his eyes and stood up, looking at the remaining half of the group, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, since you choose to stay, then from now on, each and every one of you is my subordinate, as your leader, I will issue the first order now, that is, to take two days to get used to the armor on your body, and then follow me to kill all the Ryan soldiers who escaped from the defense line, I don't want my soldier to be a weak man who has never even seen blood, if you have any needs or weapons, just command your minions, they will meet you, okay, now the team is disbanded!"

After saying that, ignoring the commotion of the crowd, Scar turned around and left directly.

Ron, on the other hand, frowned slightly at the order.

It is undoubtedly a very crazy order to throw people into battle without any organizational training.

He didn't know what Scar was thinking, but at this moment, Ron suddenly regretted his decision to stay.

"Is that really an idiot?" he muttered unconsciously.

After Scar left, the team dispersed, and in the end, Ron was left alone.

Looking left and right at the empty field, Ron moved his heavy armor and controlled the horses out of the place.

Although he was skeptical of this order, he had decided to stay, so he would not run away from it.

All he had to do now was apply the armor to his body, as Scar had said, and then prepare himself for the battle in two days.

Fortunately, although the armor sank a little, it was also within his tolerance......

Two days later, early in the morning.

On a remote plateau in the area of the First Line.

Hundreds of cavalrymen in hideous armor stood silently.

The early morning sun reflected a faint silver glow on the smooth armor.

The knights were heavily armed, carrying a large number of weapons, and even the horses under their crotch wore a layer of black and colored waistcoat.

Standing in the middle of the line, Ron's eyes narrowed slightly, and through the gap in his helmet, he could clearly see the huge figure of Scar at the front.

Even if he simply stands, he is a head taller than the people on the horses.

The same huge war hammer was carried in his hand, swinging gently like a toy.

Below the heights are humble camps of white tents, from which a faint smoke rises.

A gust of wind blew from below, carrying with it the faint aroma of food.

Although Scar had previously stated that it was just an ordinary group of deserters, Ron took a cursory look at the number of tents in Nalane's barracks, and there were thirty or forty of them.

In terms of the number of people, it is definitely not much less than them.

As time passed, the sun rose in the east, pulling Scar's shadow for a long time.

After a long time, he slowly turned his head, put the horn helmet in his hand on his head, and grinned a big smile on his vicious face, revealing snow-white teeth.

"Alright, recruits, let me see how capable you are, those who survive may be rewarded beyond your imagination, now"

He paused, raised his hammer, and pointed backwards at the white camp.

"The time has come to test you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole team took control of their horses and charged downward.

The horses raised a large amount of smoke and dust through the Scar who stood in place, and the whole high ground 'rumbled' like a small earthquake under this level of charge.

Several excited cavalrymen waved their weapons in their hands and let out an indistinct roar.

Ron, who was riding on horseback, arched his body, pulled out two short spears with his palms to his back, and held them in his hands.

And behind him there were dozens of such short spears, in addition to the short spears, there was also a knight's spear three or four meters long hanging on the side of the war horse.

These weapons were all prepared in advance by Ron and his servants for this battle.

In the distance, the camp that heard the movement also began to run out of a large number of white-armored soldiers, who shouted loudly to pick up their weapons.

Soon, a series of fine feathered arrows shot quickly from there.

A crisp 'ding, ding, ding' sound came from the charging ranks.

'Bell!'

Ron felt a thump in his chest, and a gray arrow slid out of his chest, leaving no real damage other than a deep mark.

He single-handedly protects weak spots such as visor armor from being pierced by arrows.

This weak arrow has no effect on the entire team at all, except for shooting a few unlucky eggs.

When the distance between the two sides was about the same, Ron's arm holding the spear stretched out sharply, and then hurled it in that direction.

'Whoosh!!'

The sheer force caused the short spear to emit a whistling sound similar to tearing through the air.

Then there was a 'snap', and it was pierced deep into a soldier's chest.

The short spear that Ron threw with his current strength almost pierced the iron breastplate through the wound, making the soldier stand motionless as if he were a prey.

After shooting through one of the Ryan soldiers, Ron quickly threw all the dozens of short spears behind him in one go, and then he took out the cavalry spear on the side of the war horse and held it flat in front of him.

As the two sides made contact for the first time, Ron's mounted gun slammed into it, and one of the soldiers was directly impaled by him.

But the speed of the horse did not slow, and Ron wore the soldier's corpse and walked towards the other soldier who tried to escape.

'Flutter!!'

The sharp riding spear easily pierced through two heavy corpses.