When the words 'Lorrainburg' popped out of his mind, another memory in Martin's body that did not belong to him was like a veil that had been lifted, presented to him without reservation.

The original Martin was the son of a lord. It's a pity that although his father is a duke, he is not a big dog hiding in a rich land. As an old man who was extremely loyal to the king, he volunteered to take his men to this wild land called the 'wasteland' to carve out territory for the kingdom of Bakaria, also known as the pioneer knights.

How dangerous is Pioneer Knight?

A narrow escape!

Last month, even the old lair of Lorraine was burned in half, and the old man hung up in this conflict with the orcs!

Martin Lorraine, the only son of an old man who was born at the age of fifty, had to inherit his father's 'robbery', automatically became a pioneer knight, and was forcibly sent over.

came here as cannon fodder, and was caught by the orcs halfway and killed once.

The horror was yet to come, and in three months all the Pioneer Knights had to return to the kingdom to report to their duties. Knights with good achievements in the pioneer can naturally be rewarded, but with bad results, anything is possible, from being demoted, to exile, and dying everywhere.

Before the crossing, of course, it was possible to leave a place for the master here, but the memory of the previous owner of the body told Martin that it was not so simple. On the continent of Kaos, there are only two human kingdoms: the better Bakaria is its homeland, and the other Rick Empire is at civil war. Both human kingdoms are highly valued for origin and bloodline.

In addition, there are countless terrorist forces: the various orc clans that kill people when they see them, the vampires who kill you if you don't want to be slaves and make you zombies, the wood elves who bury you without saying a word once they step into the deep forest, the dwarves who remember their hatred for you in the little black book when they offend him, and the barbarians of the Northland who come to fight the autumn wind at every turn to rob and kill people......

And this is still a world of witchcraft, magic, and so on.

There are not many places suitable for human mixing.

Surprisingly, Martin accepted all these facts with great calm.

His dead dad has been messing around the land for two years and nine months and still accomplished nothing. Now as a bloody son who was cheated by him, he has to pass on the pot, and he must make some achievements within three months, otherwise he will shed his skin if he does not die.

Martin's thoughts would have stretched indefinitely, if it weren't for the savage drums that seemed to come from the sky......

"Knock, knock, knock!" Just by listening to the dull sound of the drum, one could vaguely guess that the diameter of this cowhide drum was no less than one meter.

Kouden is like a cat that has been stepped on by the tail, and the whole person is fried, almost jumping on the spot. At the same time, the clear sword had been pulled out by him, and the cold light almost blinded Martin's kryptonite eyes.

"Beast-man-" The old knight's mournful roar caused the entire cavalry team to react immediately, and the cavalry drew their weapons one after another, either swords or meteor hammers.

It may have been in a hurry to meet Martin, the young master, who did not see a knight's spear among the cavalry. And not all the knights who come are high-level knights.

The silver armor they wore made of thin iron sheets, and the half-covered helmets that were extremely economical, were completely different from the plate armor that Kuden looked like a high-end product.

His mind was blurry for a while, and Martin could think that the combat power of this cavalry would not be too strong.

At the foot of the mountain in the distance, a group of orcs spun out in a scattered formation. For a moment, Martin almost thought he had been ambushed by an orc with an IQ of 5.

Soon, not only him, but all the cavalry felt that they had been tricked, because the group of guys was obviously about a hundred meters away, and no one looked at this side at all.

Immediately, anger appeared on everyone's faces.

Because the group of people who were all about to march had a corpse hanging from a stake in the middle of the procession. Martin struggled to recall the memories of the body's former owner, recognising from the corpse's clothing that it was Lothmar, the knight of the bodyguard who was escorting him. However, his head was missing, and a large black boar's head had been crudely sewn into his broad shoulders.

Martin still remembered that it was Lotherma who killed the giant wolf who tried to attack him, and then he was brutally murdered.

Grief, indignation, hatred, and all kinds of fiery emotions filled the entire team.

The old knight Kuden was trembling all over, and the war horse under him seemed to feel the violent mood of his master, and he was also snorting and panting.

"Young Master...... Order!" Kuden's teeth flowed from a monstrous hatred that could be felt from a distance of several meters.

In the next second, Kuden and several other riders immediately hesitated a little.

Martin felt for a moment that the hesitation was because of him.

Now there are about thirty knights, and there are not many orcs and goblins on the opposite side, adding up to about twenty orcs and thirty goblins. Normally, once the fight starts, it will be a close match.

From the heart, going to war is almost an inevitable choice.

As knights, the obedience that imprinted into their souls was clear to them that they had to be approved by Martin as a lord first.

If Martin ordered them to retreat, for the safety of the lord, they could have used the horse's mobility to shake off the enemy and avoid the battle. It's just that it would be a humiliation to them, and it would be a humiliation to the soldiers who died trying to protect their lords.

The knights were extremely entangled, because it was rumored that Martin Lorraine, the only heir left in the capital of the kingdom of Bakaria by the previous lord, was quite a cowardly fellow. I heard that he couldn't even ride a pony well, and was so timid that he was terrible as a cow. If it weren't for the lack of choice, no knight would want to serve a bitch.

Bakaria founded the country with chivalry, and in peacetime he could discuss the transfer of service or something. In times of war, any renegade on the oath of knighthood would be spurned en masse by the entire nation, from the populace to the nobility.

For a moment, a series of scorching eyes were focused on Martin.

Martin was feeling stressed.

He never felt that he was a hero, even if he was forced to cross because he died saving little Lori, after looking back, he still thinks that I bothered so much to save someone's wife.

When faced with a choice, his mind became ethereal again, and he abandoned all distractions.

Is it to be a coward for a second, a coward for a lifetime?

Or maybe it's a reckless man (hero) for a second?

But is there a choice?

Standing on the beach, despite his ragged clothes and the slimy feeling of his soaked clothes, standing on the battlefield strewn with corpses, the stench that almost made people faint still irritate his nostrils, Martin still picked up a long sword from the ground that had lost its owner, and raised it high.

"In the name of Martin Lorraine, I command you to slaughter those hateful greenskins!"

"Oooo

The knights were apprehensive and uneasy, fearing that what they were waiting for would be a humiliating order, and the result would be unexpected. It seems that this legendary waste is not so wasteful. Although young, at least he is still a real man!

The knights are collectively high*!

"Fast, you take care of your lordship. Knight Kuden threw Martin to the monk and raised his sword aloft: "In the name of Lord of Lorraine - charge!"