Ron, who also heard this voice behind the door, was slightly stunned, and then a smile appeared on his calm face.

He shifted his gaze to the armor at the dining table.

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow. ”......

Early the next morning.

When the sky was faintly hung with stars, all the recruited personnel had already received the report.

In the blackstone streets, Ron, on horseback, dressed in the armor and many recruited personnel, walked slowly under the guidance of a soldier.

The heavy armor completely enveloped his slightly thin body, and he looked much bigger than usual.

It's just that the hideous helmet on his head, which is like a dense set of sharp teeth, makes him look a little colder than ever.

Feeling the weight of his body, Ron turned his head from side to side, the people around him were also wearing armor, but, for some unknown reason, these armors were all in different styles.

Some of the whispers of the surrounding personnel reached his ears through his helmet, making a noisy 'buzzing' sound.

Frowning, Ron reached out and pulled the visor on his helmet to make his senses clearer, but still a little uncomfortable.

Just as he pondered whether to take off his helmet as well, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Hi Ron, how does your armor feel. ”

He looked back, and Gris's lewd face came into view.

"Except for being a little heavy, everything else is good, I think it's good. Ron tapped his chest, making a 'bang' sound. "What about you?"

"Awful, man. Gris tugged at the metal gloves on his hands. "Wearing this iron guy, I may not even be able to cut people, and this"

He gestured to the helmet on his head. "Don't you think this thing is an irregular cylindrical bucket?"

Ron looked at his helmet, the cylindrical exterior was covered with large and small willow nails, and the visor had a cross-shaped void on the top of the visor, which happened to be the location of the eyes.

Although this helmet is not as exaggerated as Gris said, if you look carefully, it looks quite similar.

"This can't be helped," Ron on horseback shrugged his shoulders and said with a calm face. "You might be able to get that Skar Knight to get another one, but maybe your next helmet will be even more ridiculous. ”

"Oh my God, will my enemies be laughed to death by my helmet before I hack them to death?" Gris wordlessly glanced at the armor on the others. "Besides, I'm here to fight, I need blood and fighting, and I feel like I'm going to get rusty all over my body these days, you know, I'm going to be a knight and a servant for that. ”

"Blood and fighting, I think we'll get it for sure. Ron inhaled the cold morning air, and there was a faint smell of blood. "After all, this is the Pfister Line. ”

"I hope so. ”

Gris didn't seem to want to say anything more on this topic and began to move on to something else.

Ron casually coped with Gris's whining while carefully observing his surroundings.

You know, almost all places here were off-limits to them before.

The tall black-and-gray buildings envelop everyone like giants, and most of these buildings have small round windows that can faintly see the flickering figures inside.

On both sides of the street, pillars like street lamps are erected, and torches are lit on them to make the road clearer.

On this path, apart from those who reported on it, only a few tall figures in black cloth armor occasionally walked by.

The entire defense line was filled with an eerie atmosphere of cold and solemnity.

After passing through two long streets, led by the soldier, the group finally came to a huge empty field.

On both sides of the field are two huge statues in armor, the armor of which is covered with curved spikes, and the giant swords in their hands are stuck in the earth, which looks very spectacular.

In addition to these two statues, at the front of the field, there was only a muscular man sitting on a high-backed chair, quietly waiting for their arrival.

The man was wearing a thin layer of black cloth armor, and next to the chair was a huge warhammer with an extremely exaggerated appearance.

His explosive muscles were full of armor, there was not a single hair on his head, his shiny bald head was covered with terrible scars like earthworms, and his gray eyes stared at the incoming personnel without blinking, looking very vicious.

When they reached the field, the soldier who was leading the crowd jumped off his horse, ran quickly to the man, and said respectfully.

"Master Scar, they're here. ”

"Got it, go down. ”

The knight named Scar waved his hand, looked at the scattered crowd, frowned, and slowly stood up.

At this time, Ron was horrified to find that this man was a little terrifyingly tall, almost reaching a height of three meters by eyesight, just like a legendary little giant.

The huge warhammer next to the chair was no different from a normal weapon than his height at this time.

"I'm sure this guy definitely has the blood of an Orbis giant! Look at his gray-skinned right hand, that's proof that I was"

A well-informed guy next to Ron whispered excitedly to his companion.

However, just as he was about to say something, his companion immediately made a silent gesture and pointed at Scar in front of him with a strange face.

"Quiet!, newcomers!" Scar's grim gaze swept over some of the still whispering crowds. "If, you don't want me to screw your heads off. ”

While he spoke. A faint aura of danger slowly permeated the entire venue, and under the threat of murderous intent, everyone immediately closed their mouths.

Looking at everyone with satisfaction, Scar slowly opened his arms and said loudly.

"Welcome to the Pfister Line, the strongest bulwark of the Bester Empire, and I am your temporary leader, Skar Edaro, whom you may call Skar Knight. He lowered his arm and said with a solemn expression. "Here, the first thing you have to learn is to carry out the order, just as you did in the former territory, no matter how ridiculous the order is, whether it is right or wrong, it is to let you die, you need to execute it immediately, you know what I mean?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd that had just calmed down immediately became noisy again, as if they did not agree with Scar's words.

Waiting until his voice had become a little quieter, Scar continued.

"Of course, you can also choose not to carry it out, then I think you can get out of here now, I don't allow any accidents in my team!"

Standing in the crowd, Ron frowned slightly, and he could tell that there was nothing false in Scar's words.

However, there was some resistance to what he meant.

He had come here to find the power of the 'wizard', not to die, but Scar's words were clearly beyond his expectations.

In fact, not only Ron, but also other people who came over were very opposed to Scar's words.

Amid the commotion, three tall figures in silver armor stepped forward with their horses in command, one of them taking off his helmet and looking up at Skadao.

"I'm sorry, Skaknight, we can't joke with our lives, I don't think I'm fit to stay here. ”

"Alright, take off your armor and get out of here. Ska grimaced, and gestured to the entrance to the field.

Hearing his words, the three of them immediately rode their horses and ran in that direction.

Not caring about the trio's departure, Scar turned his gaze back to the crowd on the field.

"Now give you half an hour to consider and choose, and after half an hour, the rest will be my team members, and then I will give you my first order. ”

With that, he turned around, sat back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

Looking at the huge figure sitting motionless on a chair like marble, after he finished speaking, more than a dozen people controlled the horses to leave the field in turn.

When Ron was also hesitating, Gris next to him took off his helmet and looked left and right at the few people who were leaving.

"Ron, did you choose to stay or leave?"

"Me?" Ron looked at the huge field in confusion for a long time before turning around. "I don't know. ”

In this situation, if he chooses to leave, he has no idea where he is going.

Bill: They're gone completely, and it's impossible to catch up.

Crises on the road may have cost him his life.

But if you stay here, you will lose your freedom and self.

"Really?" Gris rubbed his iron glove against the ridiculous helmet on his hand, and was silent for a few moments. "I don't like this lump, I choose to get out of here, and I don't want to regret it for the rest of my life because of a stupid order from that big man. ”