Only then did Fatis realize that Reon had discussed with Mariga in the morning about attacking the pirates' lair. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "Boss, this jargon calls this place Haikou Wharf." They should all be enjoying the wine they had plundered in the morning, so take them down quickly, there's a lot of good stuff in them!" Porcha spoke in a thick kugit accent, and there was a smug smug in his deep voice. Leon waved his hand and told everyone to come around.

"The entrance to this place is too narrow, and if we all go in, we may be blocked in this place once we retreat. Leon said calmly, without a hint of fluctuation in his tone, "In this way, Fatis, Ellene, Porcha, Bestur, Bandak. The five of you are all dressed in pirate equipment, so pretend to be a pirate and go in, and don't speak. Then wait for the right time, and I'll take two people into it, and when we get together, we'll be able to win. Everyone agreed with his plan, and Fatis and the others prepared to go.

"It's not hard to imagine what will happen next," said Fatis, turning his gaze back to the poet, as if awakened from a dream, "and not a single one of the unsuspecting pirates will be slain by us, but it would be a good fate for these Nords to be killed while they are enjoying themselves." ”

After a killing, the whole canyon was filled with blood, and Leon led his team to loot the loot and sit on the edge of the beach to rest. It was almost dawn, and the clouds in the distance showed a faint purple-red glow, silently reflecting the sea. For the first time, Fatis killed two pirates, both of whom he was not looking, to find the gaps in the chain armor with precision, and then stabbed the robbers in the throat with a sword, and for the first time he felt the value of his battle, which he believed was truly protecting the weak. Just as he was excitedly trying to express his excitement to Leon, he found that Leon had taken off his giant helmet without a trace of joy, and the sea breeze had frozen the blood on his face, so he looked a little cold. Fatis restrained his pace.

"It wasn't until later that I really realized my powerlessness," Fattiston paused, "can you imagine the situation when you desperately save a village from the control of robbers, only to find that two days later the place had been destroyed by the fire of war and the souls were scattered. What we do is like throwing a drop of water into a sea of fire, and then it evaporates in an instant, as if it never existed. Reon was right, he couldn't make himself too happy, because too much contrast would destroy the most important thing for a person to persevere: confidence. ”

In fact, what they were going to do next was what a true knight should do, at least that's what Fatis thought. They destroyed the robbers' nests in various places and ran all over the continent to hunt down the robbers in various places, and it should be said that Leon was much more famous among those ringing horses, snow bandits, and pirates than ordinary small lords. They spend most of their time on the road, sleeping very little at night, and sometimes even traveling through the night. The snowy plains of Virginia, the winding and steep fjords of Nord, the endless plains of Swadia, the rolling mountains of Rhodok, the vast grasslands of Kugit, and the desolate and vast yellow desert of Salander have left their footprints everywhere. From time to time, Leon would find peasants in the tavern who asked for help, and asked his team to drive away the robbers who had attacked the village, but they did not have the rich dinar that the mayor had given him, and only the little ration he had left after the robbers had looted and plundered the army. When Leon saw them, his eyes softened considerably, and he hurried to their village day and night.

However, this seems to be completely useless in the face of real war, and the war on the mainland continues. After struggling to resist the attacks of Rhodok, Virgia and Nord, the Kingdom of Swadia was again declared war by Kugit. It was as if the last straw on the camel was pressed down, and the battle collapsed. Field Marshal Harengoth of the Black Eagle only inherited the title of Mars the Lion, the former Field Marshal. And wisdom, benevolence, and genius military talent are far from him. He led all the armies of the empire to Kugit with great fanfare, just to plunder a few villages in order to gain personal wealth. On the way back, they were surrounded on all sides by the army that had been in ambush for a long time by Nayan Borura of Kugit, day and night, and the exhausted knights were shot into hedgehogs by a rain of arrows from all directions before they could put up their spears and find the enemy's direction. More than half of the Empire's soldiers died in the Halma steppes defenseless and without resistance, and Harungus himself was taken prisoner. After that, the shrewd and powerful Boura led the elite soldiers to pursue the victory, and the entire region of Dehrim except Fort fell under the iron hooves of the steppes, and they plundered around Suno again before leaving contentedly. The Nords then plunged into the heart of the empire, and the scattered cavalry legions on the Sunoan plain were trapped in the shield walls of the solid Nord royal guards, only to be picked off by the big axes and cut into meat sauce. Suno, a gem city that the Nords have not been able to touch for more than ten years, has now completely fallen in only 5 days. The Nords were in full swing, King Ragnar personally oversaw the encirclement, and Uxhall flew the Jackdaw banner three days later. Rodok took the opportunity to get out of the mountains, and under the command of the Count of Larouken, he poured down from Marasburg and Kurma Fort, captured Haarongosburg and Fort Dvalin, and approached Paravon.

All of this happened so quickly that in less than two weeks, when Leon's team returned to the heart of the continent, it was already scorched, bones everywhere, and thick smoke from the incineration of corpses rose into the sky. Fatis could hardly believe his eyes, when they had helped Elindaha the other day, there was some poverty but already in the midst of a struggle for hope. They already have a thriving orchard, a narrow but flowing canal, and a green vegetable patch, all of which are thriving. Two weeks later, everything was in vain, as if only the charred houses and the cries of the children were real, and the sturdy and honest youths who had smiled and thanked them were now gone, perhaps reduced to ashes, or pecked by crows on the land.

That evening, the thick colors of the setting sun soaked the entire sky, and the smoke drifted away, making it unusually light under the sunset. Leon took off his helmet, dismounted and fell to his knees on one knee, his fist striking the ground with one hand, his figure small in the miserable land, his armor stained with dust, his greatsword stained, and his whole body trembling. Fatis had long since lost his soul, and the misery he had seen before was nothing more than a ready-made scene, but now what he saw was truly a brutal ongoing event, so that the blow was doubled, and hope was instantly annihilated.

night

Arriving at Suno's tavern at night, the banner has turned into a lonely jackdaw, the stone walls are littered with broken craters, and the remains of congealed blood on the streets show the fierce battles that have been experienced here. Fatis told Rayon that he was going to the tavern, and Ray was silent for a while, and told him, "I'll go with you." ”

The tavern was dark and gloomy, with only a lonely lamp, and it was better not to restore all the darkness. The mercenary cavalry stood stiff on the sidelines, with an indifferent expression, like a crow sniffing carrion.

"Haha, you know what, James was dressed in a shabby pilgrim's suit, like a rag picker, with little hair, and the middle of his head was more barren than the desert of Salander hahaha. Fatis laughed heartily. Feuyers was amused by this exaggerated description, and a large bald scoop suddenly appeared in the dim light of the fire.

James said he was trained to be a natural scientist from an early age, but was jealous of his peers and persecuted out of the institute. Later, he practiced medicine in Suno, but the Nords came back and were forced to become a temporary military doctor for the Nords. Yesterday a royal Nord guard came to treat his wound, and he put medicine on it and warned him not to drink, and that night he got a hangover with a group of people, and today the wound became inflamed and died. His comrades shouted to kill him, but fortunately, Idenjarr, who was here, was still sensible, spared his life and drove him out.

So you're a doctor who doesn't have a medical license. Fatis teased him. James blushed and nodded so lightly that he couldn't be seen. Leon's eyes were as calm and gentle as ever, but with a different majesty. He looked at James, suddenly took his hand, and said in an unquestioning tone, "Follow me." ”

James has been with us ever since. Fatis yawned lazily and grimaced again, "I've always wondered how Leon could be so accurate, and you know how many civilians and warriors your mother and James saved later." ”

However, it was not a big deal for James to enter the team at that time, after all, their team was not really in the war yet. But it was an earth-shattering event for Fatis, because it was at this time that his true spiritual pillar was found.

During a pursuit of the rebels, Fatis was stabbed in the thigh with a cavalry rifle of a Vigian cavalryman, and he immediately bled profusely, but James dragged him back to the camp despite the danger to stop the bleeding and apply medicine to save his leg. It was only then that Phatis was able to see the extraordinary courage and practical skill of this wandering doctor. During that time, Fatis could not ride a horse for pack horses to carry, and James and Jamila looked after him.

"When will it be a head if it goes on like this? "As he passed by the old city of Dehrim, Fatis was lying on horseback, his eyes full of loess and dust, his surroundings full of devastation, and he could not do anything, as if he had a greater sense of nothingness. Jamila didn't speak, pretending not to hear, because she knew she couldn't face the question and give an answer. But that gentle voice appeared, this time with perseverance, "Reunification ends chaos, and development brings abundance." This day will definitely come. Fatis raised his head, looked at James beside him, and muttered the dreamy distant word just now: "Unification?" James looked at him gently, and explained word by word: "Yes, the real chaos, bring everything back to wholeness, and restore the land to its original appearance." Then he strengthened his tone, "It's unity." Only then did Fatis realize that the answer to everything was this, that the origin was it, that the goal was also it, that there was complete division and unity, and that there was ultimate peace. "Reon?" Fatis looked blankly at the knight at the front, his armor now covered in dust and tired in his movements. He knew," James said, looking ahead confidently, "he knew it from the beginning, and he knew the road was full of twists and turns, but he wasn't going to give up." Then he gave Fatis a big smile, "And I believe him." Fatis on horseback finally smiled and picked up his words, "From the beginning. ”

"In fact, do you know why Reon is called the Unknown Knight?" Fatis smiled slyly.

"Is it because he helped the village and never left his name?"