"Why have so many felons been brought in these days?" said the soldier sitting behind the wooden table, a little impatient. He flipped through the roster in front of him with ease, and asked lazily with his pen open.

"Name?"

"Al Edward?"

"Crime?"

Al sighed and looked at the priest behind him, "Father, even if it is a holy religion, can there be such a cumbersome bureaucracy? ”

The black-clothed priest who escorted Al all the way over still maintained his usual indifference, he glanced at Al coldly, but still didn't say a word.

Al sighed again and tightened his clothes, "This damn ghost weather, how can it be colder than Shenghui City." ", he muttered.

"Blasphemy. Al said angrily.

The registered soldier shuddered and left a ball of ink on the register. Originally numb, with a routine expression, he glanced up at Al, and his eyes flashed with surprise, disgust, and so on.

He was stunned for a moment, then took a pen and wrote it down on the roster.

Felony: Al Edward

Crime: Blasphemy

Especially on the side of the word blasphemy, an exclamation point was written in thick ink.

When he was escorted into the barracks by the arriving soldiers, Al turned to the black-clothed priest and shouted, "Father Priest has always been with me all the way, and it is always a fate, can you always tell me your name when you leave?"

The priest was stunned, and his words were already on his lips. With his personality, he would have liked to make these blasphemers remember his name and make them remember that he had captured them.

Those unforgettable hatreds, those desperate and painful eyes, for him, are the sweetest cane sugar in the world, the highest enjoyment. But when the black-clothed priest's eyes met Al's black eyes, somehow, the words that came to his lips could not be spoken.

He remembered that outside the Radiant City, the look in Al's eyes after seeing the mysterious woman was like a beast after being injured, trying to choose someone to devour.

The black-clad priest glanced at Al again, turned to leave without saying anything. The black robe gradually turned into dots of ink, and finally disappeared in the snow.

This white world is not suitable for that kind of black.

"There is a debtor who is wronged, and the old man has to give me a chance to take revenge. Al sighed again, and he noticed that he had sighed much more often these days.

"Sigh, a year old, I'm already several years old. ”。 Al thought about it and sighed again.

"As for revenge, let's survive the convict camp first. Al was shoved by the soldiers escorting behind him and scolded.

"Yes, the most important thing is to survive, and soon the dark elves will launch an invasion of the north. The camp of criminals is cannon fodder when you hear it. Alr thought. However, he is extremely confident in his own survival, not in his own strength, but in his father, Duke Edward, the guardian of the West.

Even though this is the northern realm, and it is also the military camp of the Holy Cult Cathar, it is difficult for the family's power to infiltrate here, and his powerful father will always have a way.

Shoved by the soldiers, Al curiously surveyed the surrounding scene. As far as the eye can see, groups of soldiers are shouting slogans and conducting drills under the leadership of non-commissioned officers. They kept changing the formation, attacking and defending, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, and in a short period of time, Al saw the formation of the crane wing formation, the sharp arrow formation, etc., and the change of the formation was mellow and skillful, without a little sluggishness, and it was a drill many times at a glance.

Although it was still daytime, many bonfires were lit in the camp. A large number of weapons and armor were moved to the campfire, where they were maintained by specialized craftsmen. In the ghostly weather of the northern realm, which snows all day, these weapons are extremely susceptible to moisture, and must be wiped and oiled regularly. In particular, the bow and arrow should be well adjusted, and the arrow should be smeared with a kind of stuffed beast that is a specialty of the north, and the oil squeezed out will not be affected by this cold weather.

Passing by a few tents, you can hear the sound of Herod's horses chirping in the tents. Generally, the military horses in the barracks have been gelding, that is, castrated, and have a very gentle temperament, rarely neighing like this. Al had been in the barracks and knew it was a shoe to patch up the broken horseshoe. Generally, such a war horse will not go to the battlefield again, lest the horse stumble on the front hoof, but harm the soldiers on the horse. Only when the boss thinks that there will be a fierce battle and a battle to the death, will such a war horse be prepared for emergencies.

Just by looking at it, you can feel the tense atmosphere of the approaching big war, and the faces of the soldiers are less of the usual hippie smiles and a little more dignified.

Escorted by the soldiers, Al made his way through the entire barracks to a lone row of low tents in front of the barracks.

"Sure enough, it's cannon fodder. Al thought as he was pushed into one of the tents by the soldiers behind him.

"You will live here in the future, don't think about it, this is a military camp, you have violated military law, and you will not be spared!", the two soldiers lost a cruel word and left without looking back.

The first was a sour, foul smell that hit the tip of his nose, and Al frowned and looked at the tent.

Dilapidated and shabby, this was the first impression of this tent on Al. There must have been something broken in the tent, and Al could feel a cold wind burrowing into the tent, and the surface of the tent was constantly bulging with the wind, making people worry that the thin tent would break at any moment. There was no other furniture in the tent, except for a few haystacks on the ground, on which a thin quilt as thin as a piece of paper was placed, and I don't know how long it had been in use by the yellowish color.

Six men were lying on the haystack, covered with thin quilts, still shivering with cold, and when they saw a new man coming in, they all straightened up and looked at Al with great interest.

Almost the four words of ill will be written directly on the face.

Al didn't care about them, and walked straight to the remaining haystack in the tent, it seemed that he had to live in this hellish place for a while. I was only halfway through when I was stopped by a stout man.

"Boy, what's the new guy doing?", the strong man smiled.

"Get out of the way, good dogs don't get in the way. Al raised his eyebrows, these scum blindly bully the soft and fear the hard, only by giving them a little hardship, they will be honest, so Al is ready to kill the chicken to show the monkey and catch a Liwei.

Just dozing off and sending pillows, no, someone sent it to the door.