Nothing, he sighed, and he couldn't see his fingers in the place behind him, and he couldn't see anything famous no matter how he looked at it.

Frustrated, he pushed the iron gates. It's just a habit, as it looks like it would take ten knights or Calamon to open the floodgates.

The people of Kander were surprised to find that the iron gate had begun to rise slowly, making a souring grinding sound for their gums!

Wade grabbed it desperately, finally stopping it.

Wade looked at the entire camp in fear, waiting for all the knights to wake up and catch him.

But it was evident that the knights of the entire camp seemed to be listening to their own hungry voices, and had no time to care about others.

Wade turned around and took a closer look at the iron gate. There was just a small gap between the spikes at the bottom of the gate and the floor, enough for the Kander to slip through.

Wade didn't take time to think about the consequences at all, he shrunk back and got in.

He found himself running into a vast hall about fifty feet long and wide.

He could only see a short distance. However, there are many old torches on the walls.

Wade jumped a few times, took Hubble's velvet box from his package, and lit the torch.

Now Wade could see the whole hall clearly. It stretches all the way forward, leading directly to the very center of the tower.

On either side are strange pillars, like sharp fangs. He looked closely at one of the pillars and found only a fireplace in the back, nothing else.

The hall itself was empty. Wade continued on his way disappointed, hoping to find something interesting.

He walked to the second iron gate, and what he didn't expect was that the door had already been raised.

"What seems simple on the surface is more laborious," is an old Kander proverb.

Wade walked through the iron gate and entered the second hallway, which was narrower than the first, about ten feet wide;

But there is still the same on both sides, with pillars that look like fangs.

Why build a tower that is so easy to enter?

Although the outer walls of the tower look quite stunning, even five drunken dwarves can occupy the place with just one pass.

Wade looked up. Why was it built so huge? This hall is almost thirty feet high!

Perhaps the knights of ancient times were giants, the Kanders were cranky.

He wandered around the hall, looking for anything behind the door or in the corner.

At the end of the second walkway, he found a third iron gate. This gate is not the same as the other two gates, and like the entire tower, it exudes a strange aura.

This gate is divided into two halves, left and right, and one in the middle.

The strangest thing is that in the middle of this door - there is even a big hole!

Wade crawled through the hole and found himself in a relatively small room.

He found two huge steel doors in front of him. He pushed cautiously and was surprised to find that they were locked.

The gates were not locked, and there was nothing to protect here.

Regardless, at least it would kill him some time and make him forget about his rumbling belly.

Wade climbed onto a bench, stuck a torch into the pedestal on the wall, and began to fumble in the bag.

Finally, I finally found a lock pick that every Kander must have - "Why lock the door when it was meant to be opened?" is one of the Kande's favorite quotes.

Wade quickly picked out the right tools and got to work. It's a very simple town.

With a curry, Wade put the lock pick away contentedly, and the door slowly opened inward.

The Khandians stood in the doorway for a while, listening carefully. He couldn't hear anything, and it was pitch black when he looked inside.

He climbed onto the bench again, retrieved the torch, and cautiously walked inside the door.

He raised his torch and found himself in a huge, circular room.

Wade sighed. The huge room was still empty, with only a dusty fountain spout in the middle of the room.

This was also the end of all passages, for though there were two other doors, the Kanders could easily see that they led to the great walkways.

This is the very center of the tower, which is a sacred place. This is also the most important place.

But not even a fart.

Wade walked around for a moment, shining around with a torch. Finally, the discouraged Kanders had to examine what looked like a fountain before leaving.

When Wade got closer, he realized that it wasn't a fountain spout at all, but the dust was so thick that he couldn't figure out what it was.

It was as tall as the Kanders, about four feet above the ground. The top of the circle is supported by a three-legged pedestal.

Wade looked at the thing closely, then took a big breath and blew it desperately.

The dust was flying, and Wade sneezed incessantly, almost knocking the torches off.

For a while he couldn't see anything. Then the dust fell back to the ground, and he could see something like that.

One of his hearts was about to jump out, and he was trembling with nervousness.

"Oh, no," Wade cursed. He took a handkerchief from another bag, and wiped it off.

The dust was quickly cleared, and he knew what it was. "Damn!" he said in despair. "I guessed right. What now?"

The next morning, the sun rose, and the weak light could not penetrate the smoke above the dragon legion.

In the square of the Tower of the Great King, before the night has completely disappeared, people start moving.

A hundred knights mounted their horses, adjusted their saddles, buckled their armor, and took their shields, while a thousand infantry scrambled to find their positions.

Stone , Lolana and Ser Alfred stood in the dark hallway, watching Ser Drake silently, laughing and riding into the square.

The knight's armor was polished, and the roses on his chest shone in the sun.

His subordinates were in high spirits, and the mood of the battle made them forget about hunger.

"You'll have to stop them, my lord. Stone said quietly.

"I can't help it!" said Sir Alfred, putting on his gloves. His face was dead in the morning light.

He hadn't closed his eyes since Stone woke him up late last night.

"The knightly statute gives him the authority to do so. ”

In vain, Alfred tried to convince Derek to beg him to wait a few more days.

The wind has begun to change, blowing the warm breeze from the north.

But Derek is already obsessed. He insisted on riding out to challenge the dragon army.

As for the disparity in numbers, he laughed it off. Since when can goblins also fight the Sorenian Knights?

A hundred years ago, the knights and hostile goblins and trolls who defended Minga Fort were outnumbered by one to fifty, and they didn't take down those monsters easily!

'But you're going to be dealing with dragonmen,' Stone warned him. "They are not goblins.

They are both intelligent and highly skilled. Among them are magicians, and their weapons are the best in all of Klaes.

They can kill their enemies even when they're dead—"

"I'm sure I can handle them, Breit-Brad," Drake rudely interrupted him.

"Now I suggest you wake up your subordinates and get them ready. ”

"I disagree," Stone said firmly. "I'm not prepared to send my people to death. ”

Derek turned pale with anger. For a moment he was speechless, and he was so angry. Even Sir Alfred was taken aback.

"Stone," said Sir Alfred slowly, "do you know what you're doing?"

"Yes, my lord," Stone replied. "We are the only defenders between the city of Paranzas and the Dragonlegion.

We do not dare to give up our positions easily. I'm going to stick here. ”

"Disobedience," Drake gasped heavily. "You are a witness, Sir Alfred.

I'm going to ask for his head this time!" he walked out. Alfred followed behind with a grim face, leaving Stone alone.

In the end, Stone gave him two options. They can stay and don't need to be sent to death.

Because they only obey the orders of their superiors, or can follow Derek It's like, he mentions, when the knights rebelled against the empty Atlantean Empire, Venus. Solanus gives his subordinates a choice.

They all remember this legend. They took this as a sign that, like Venus's men, most chose to follow their beloved leader.

They watched solemnly, watching their friends prepare to go on the march.

This was the first public rupture in the history of the Order, and the timing was even more inappropriate.

"Reconsider, Stone," said Sir Alfred as he mounted his horse, "Ser Drake is right, the Dragons are untrained, unlike us knights. There is a good chance that we will cross them unscathed. ”

"I will pray that this is true, my lord. Stone said firmly.

Alfred looked at him sadly. "If that's true, Derek will see you guillotined. There was nothing Swart could do to stop him. ”

"If my death can stop what is to come, I am willing to accept it without complaint. Shi Ben replied.

"Damn it, you guy!" Alfred erupted. "If we are defeated, what good is it for you to stay here?

You don't even have enough men left to stop a group of valley dwarves!

What if the supply lines were open? You can't hold on to this tower until the city of Paranthas sends reinforcements. ”

"At least I can give the city of Paranthas time to evacuate its inhabitants-"

Sir Derek Kranga rode over and stood between the two men.

He looked down at Stone, his eyes gleaming behind the mask, and Sir Drake raised his hand to signal silence.

The war was about to begin, and the knights in the Tower of the King were ready to deliver on their promises.

Guarding the castle is the best way for this group of new knights to prove themselves.

The glory and faith of knights is nothing more than protecting the weak and guarding the territory of mankind.