Elongated chain mail made of ten refined steel, a white cape, a longsword with a cold light, a blood-filled axe, and a real royal guard round shield (not a stinky bean-style bootleg shield made of Wolff...... Together, these are a lot of money, but they're worth the five thousand dinars of the birdcage that Wolf made. For the vast territory of Dayar (Nord: nobles), who had no worries about food and clothing, it was easy to pay for ten sets and a hundred sets. If Wolf had gnawed on a mouthful of his white teeth, he would have been able to put together two or three sets. Of course, judging by the frequency with which he is currently (note the current word) in battle, one set is enough for this cowardly child to pass on to his eighty-year-old life.

But he couldn't buy that badge, never will. The painting is not complicated, it can be done by lifting the pen and sacrificing a nap.

He did not fear Odin, treated the lord as a parasite of the peasantry, and despised the intelligence of young people of his age, but he never despised the painting.

It was the dream totem of every Nord man - the black-feathered raven, the admiration of the Nord royal guards.

At least before the age of six, Wolfe, who couldn't even make a film of a little girl, was determined to become a Nord royal bodyguard, so that he could teach the wild children who laughed at him a good lesson. At the age of fourteen, when Wolf first put on the iron armband given by the lord and lifted the miniature shield specially made for the child, he fell into a sturdy dog poop and realized that his life was basically no longer a joke - Wolf had fallen five paces more than he had then, and his father said.

Blind to thought, when this small Nord royal guard team carried his companions in front of him, Wolf, who saw his childhood idol, couldn't help but shake his legs. But Wolfe's flickering skills are still there, obviously his liver trembles with nervousness, and he still talks and laughs freely on the surface.

At the head is a red-haired leader, sword hilt in one hand, and a face like many Nords, with a high nose and deep eyes, eyes as blue as the sea, but if you look closely, you are facing a sea of corpses and blood beneath the city of Tiha. He disregarded the lives of others, and he disregarded his own. At this time, the warrior frowned and looked down at Wolf, who was a head and a neck shorter than him: "I am Kylo, the head of the royal guard of the Earl of Ragnar!

"Odin does not refuse the offerings of his pious servants because of his age. Wolf interrupted the unkind questioning: "Carry the man into the yard, help him up!

The red-haired leader Kylo still couldn't believe this overly young little priest, but seeing that the unlucky companion was choked and speechless, and it was estimated that he would go to the Vargra Temple to report in a while, he simply gritted his teeth and waved his hand to the four royal guards who carried the person: "Listen to the priest! Carry Tomman in!"

So, the two men dragged their companion named Tomman into the courtyard like a bear, and Wolf glanced at the patient's purple face and said, "Take off his chain mail (that is, chain mail) and the fish will suffocate him!"

Unexpectedly, Kylo rejected Wolf on the spot: "As long as you are out on the expedition, the armor of the royal guards can only be removed on the day you die in battle! Besides, we let you take the apple, what is the matter with the chain mail?"

Wolf turned his head to see that all the Nord royal guards had the same solemn expressions, and seemed to be convinced of this point of view, and sighed with a smile: "Very good, everyone sit down!

The roots of Kylo's teeth itched, and he wanted to pull out the Germain sword on the spot and kill the bastard priest. As a top-level samurai who is usually high, is there anyone who dares to talk to himself like this without opening his eyes, let alone use the lord to pressure himself?

In fact, Wolfe's words were very crutched, but they were also very explicit: "If you don't remove your armor, wait for death, girl, wait until your lord splits you!

The choked Nord royal guard Tomman had short golden hair, and his young and handsome face was now blue and purple, and he was being held like a dead dog, gasping for air. Young Tomman's eyes were a little pretendedly calm, but still with reluctance to the world. On weekdays, Forty childless Kylo treats him as if he were his own, and seeing him like this, Captain Kylo is really more uncomfortable than being stabbed by himself.

After three seconds of silence, Kylo walked up to him, pulled out his battle axe, and slashed the chest of the chain mail with a sharp swing. Then he turned to Wolf and said, "I tell you, little bunny! Every royal guard is a treasure to my lord! I swear by my honor and loyalty to Ragnar! If you can't cure him, I'll ......."

Wolf didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and one of the runners rushed to the guard, picked up the weak fist and struck the unlucky man in the chest, "Bang!" After a muffled sound, Tomman's eyes bulged like a toad, his mouth was open like a fish dying of thirst, and his limbs twitched violently as if he had been hit by an evil man, and this time everyone could not hear his violent breathing at all.

The five Nord royal guards who were watching were so stunned by Wolf's sudden outburst that they forgot to stop them. Wolf had no intention of letting it go, and in front of Tommen's chest, Wang Ba punched him smoothly, and the punch was chaotic, and the "knock knock" hit in ten directions. However, it can be seen that it is played from top to bottom, in a certain order. His movements are very crazy, but looking at the comparison of the two sizes, it looks like an angry little daughter-in-law beating her husband's chest.

"Stop!" Kylo was the first to react, this time the head of the group was so angry that his eyes were as red as his hair. He picked up Wolfe, who was still abusing the royal guards, viciously threw him to the ground like a little chicken, kicked off the still steaming and steaming bean pot, and swung his axe at the bewildered Wolfe, "I'm going to rip out your brain!

Seeing that Wolfe's life was in danger and someone could write "The protagonist is dead, something to burn the paper", a vain voice called out to the rampaging head of the royal guard from behind: "Lord Kailo! I, I, I, I am saved! Mr. Priest saved me!"

The red-haired Kylo turned his head and watched in amazement as Tomman, who had choked like a dead dog a second ago, slowly shook off from under his companion's lift, but he held his breath for too long, and he was still panting for a while, and his hands and feet were weak. Tomman smiled: "Commander, I just thought it was the short and shy Valkyrie who beat me in the chest, and she came to take me to the temple!

"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed, and Kylo smiled rarely, "Let's go, take Mr. Priest to Lord Ragnar!"

Only then did everyone realize that the boy was holding his ass and supporting his pot, and the poor crucible was deformed by Kylo's kick, and Wolf felt that he should be able to call it a big horse spoon now, which showed what kind of virtue this pot had ruined.

Just as Wolf was silently grieving for his pot, the muscular men hugged him from behind, and Wolf immediately felt that his legs were cold, and he suddenly felt that the evening was not safe. People say "Tiha has been fighting for three years, how many chrysanthemums are crying", he didn't believe it originally, is it time for him to show up and say it?

Fortunately, unlike what he was pondering, everyone lifted him high and shouted "Hurray!" three times like a hero. It was naturally not easy to be welcomed to this point by the Nord royal guards. Of course, it would be even better if there was no "one, two, three, go you!" trapeze that comes back and forth every time after long live!

The dizzy Wolf was finally put on the ground, and after a hard fall from the head of the Royal Guard Regiment and three high tosses from the Royal Guard, Wolf really felt that his life was about to be pulled down. Kylo gave him a rare smile and asked, "How was it?"

It may have been the rescue of a royal guard that gave the always cowardly Wolf great confidence, and he said the bold words that had the greatest impact on his life: "Cool! I was not only beaten by the royal guards today! I also beat the royal guards! This is enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life!"

No one expected that this well-known sac kicking family would have such a person and say such a sentence. Kylo stopped laughing, and neither did the royal guards.

As Wolf fell into a new round of confusion again, Kylo patted him on the shoulder, stared at him with unprecedented seriousness, and said more seriously: "On the second expedition to Tiha, Count Ragnar's army needs more new blood. He would recruit thirty recruits from the villages of Blackcurrant, Swamp Mud, and Asunción. ”

"Goo," Wolf swallowed in fear, "why are you telling me this?"

"For by virtue of the fact that you have just been able to say those words, I think there is no one more fit to be the leader of these thirty spears than you. Kylo's hand gripped Wolf's wrist like iron, "Let's go, everything should be decided by our lord, right?"

The stone bench in the center of the village is the work of Wolf's grandfather, and it is a gift from the priest who had just moved from the city of Cadgat to the village chief. The stone bench was originally just a boulder with a root connected to the bottom and I don't know how deep, at the entrance of the village, it was short and ugly, and people were annoyed by dogs. The grandfather, who was also short, lay on the ground, listened to the sound of the groundwater flowing under the rocks, and said, "It's too big, at least half the size of the village square, and there is no possibility of digging it out." ”

He carefully examined the exposed part of the rock for a while, and said to the village chief with a smile: "There is a stone bench hidden here, and I will help you find it." ”

Grandpa stood in the village square for three days and three nights, asking for nothing but a small amount of food and water. The hammer and chisel came alive in his hands, and no one could count the blisters on the hands of Grandpa Qing and the marks on the boulders, and on the third day, when they woke up, they found that the little priest was sitting majestically on a stone bench, and on the left and right sides was a miniature statue of "Odin's Crow", which was polished into a perfect curved surface according to the human anatomy, as smooth as the beautiful legs of the goddess.

The village chief was very happy, and organized the whole village to build the current courtyard of Wolf's house in a few days. According to the ancestors, this is called mutual help and privilege sharing. With this handicraft-like stone bench, successive generations of village chiefs can sit leisurely on the stone bench and watch the tenant farmers and yeoman farmers work in the barren fields where there is not much oil and water, facing the loess with their backs to the sky, just like a noble lord.

But today, the village chief Gretel didn't dare to sit on that comfortable "throne" even if he had two bear galls. Because, sitting on it now, is a true noble lord. Although everyone knows the iron-clad village chief and the lord of flowing water, nobles are nobles, and they can't help but wear handsome clothes when fighting, pull the banner, and control the life and death of the commoners. If you glance at the lord with disdain, he can have someone pull out his Germanic sword and cut off your head.

Now, of course, Count Ragnar did not mean to have nothing to do, but looked with interest at the short, thin young man in front of him, who had seen too many village lords and village girls see the noble lord like a big fool, like a piece of wood. And the young man named Wolf in front of him didn't have much fear or resistance to himself, except for being a little cramped.

"You're the priest of this village?" I've listened to what Kylo and Tomman have to say about you, and I think you're up to the position of leader of the recruits. "Count Ragnar's eyes were deep and intriguing, and he had a long but capable beard. A fine Germanic sword rested squarely on his lap. Under the wide aristocratic robe, there is a sturdy thick leather nail armor, compared to the shriveled and obscene village elder Gretel next to him, he is like a character who came out of a myth.

"Yes, sir. Wolf replied without humility or arrogance. Tomman on one side slapped his throat, as if he hadn't recovered yet, and his other hand quietly gave him a thumbs up, which was glanced at by Kylo and retracted in a curt. But Kylo turned his head and gave Wolf a rare smile, and Wolf thought to himself, "This is also a kind man who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside." ”

"What do you think...... Does Odin really exist?" Ragnar's voice was not loud, but it was audible to all. But Wolf was the only one who changed his face: Ragnar spoke Swadia!!, and he was the only one of those illiterate people who could not even write the runi alphabet of his own name and could understand the twisted Swadian language.

Old Gratt saw that Wolf's face was not very comfortable, so he hurriedly tidied up his washed white and dehydrated jacket, and came up with a smiling face of a good old man: "Lord Lord, this child may not understand, you see ....."

Kylo appeared quietly again, carrying the old village chief by the neck and throwing him aside like a mop: "When the adults speak, you should be quiet!"

"We should not question the existence of God Odin," Wolf replied in Swadia, looking at the old village chief with a defeated face, "and he has been guiding us in the right direction." ”

Ragnar smiled at Wolf and teased, "Really, my child, it was Odin who guided you to be a little priest in this broken village for the rest of your life?"

Wolf's face turned red all of a sudden, and he timidly didn't know how to answer, it seemed that his unpromising reputation had already broken through the small village of Blackcurrant.

Ragnar laughed, stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said in Nordish: "A man always has a chance if he is willing to take risks." Come and see the little army you're about to lead. ”[.]