Arnold was shocked—

This was a power comparable to that of a fourth-order powerhouse, and he immediately realized it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWho are the people behind the sea of fire?humans?the regular army of the Glorious Fortress?or the people of the Red Red Army.

Arnold was shocked—

This was a power comparable to that of a fourth-order powerhouse, and he immediately realized it. Who were the people behind the fire? the human beings, the regular army of the Brilliant Fortress, or the people of the Red Red Army.

He subconsciously assumed a defensive posture, raised his head, and just in time to see a group of knights galloping out from behind the sea of fire, it was like a torrent, and it swept out of the flames in an instant. The leading rider turned to him at once, and he raised his sword—a row of riders behind him pulled the reins at the same time—and the whole team was in unison.

"Who are you—?" asked the rider coldly, a young man in the voice. But the other party was immediately stunned, and Arnold couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, but he could feel that the person knew him. No, it should be said that he knew the original Arnold.

Then he heard the whispers of the riders behind him:

"I'm a militiaman, I bet. ”

"I know him. ”

"But you guessed it wrong, he's a baron, a cowardly logistics officer. ”

Arnold frowned slightly, and as his gaze gradually adjusted to the bright light, he finally saw the men's outfits. A thick tweed shirt on a blue background, a dragon scale breastplate, a shiny white iron helmet and a cavalry sword, and that epaulette with black pine leaf markings on a silver and white background-

The garrison from Fort Reno, or rather, the private army of the nobility of the province of Amaurica.

Arnold then remembered that he had served in Fort Reno before, as a logistics officer for the turnover of supplies, and it was an old acquaintance with the garrison of these land tyrants, which were all aristocratic private armies.

"Arnold, why are you here?" the rider in the lead asked in a condescending tone.

"I have the same problem. Arnold found the man's name from memory: Martigue, like him, was a down-and-out nobleman from the border districts, who had been drafted into the garrison for his outstanding performance in militia training, and was sent to the Amaurica border for training......

Of course, this is only a superficial problem. Because no matter how good Martig is, he can't surpass Arnold, who entered the border earlier, but there is a local governor's uncle who speaks, and the rest of the story is naturally much smoother.

He knew the grievances of these two people, of course, it was not a grievance, at most they looked down on each other.

Sure enough, Martigue immediately spoke: "Militiaman, I, as the deputy captain of the Fort Reno garrison, ask you to report to me immediately - why are you here?"

There was a burst of snickering among the knights, who knew that Arnold was not a militiaman, but a regular logistical officer.

Martigue just wanted to make some trouble for his fellow countryman, and as for reporting or something, it was just an excuse.

The flames were blazing, and the golden-red flames formed a line of chromatic aberration that progressed from light to dark at the edges of each person's face.

Arnold looked up and looked earnestly at the young lieutenant of the guard on his horse. He saw that the other man's face was equally serious: the other man pursed his lips and stared at him without saying a word, as if he was going to give him a stern gaze.

But Arnold, he doesn't eat this-

Whether it was the experience of this time, or the dignity from the egalitarian society of his previous life, he matured quickly.

"Militia, if I were the militia of Fort Reno, what would Captain Martigue be, the guards in the village, what would be your definition?" Arnold scoffed.

Although the logistics officer is small, he is also a decent Adelaide regular army, which is much higher than the local garrison, of course, under normal circumstances.

As soon as he spoke, the knights behind Martigue were choked. Arnold, though young, knows a lot more about the laws of this country than these hairy boys.

Martigue and the others were pampered and couldn't refute it for a while.

The young deputy captain of the garrison thought for a moment and stubbornly replied: "Special period, special treatment." ”

The local garrison has the right to unite and garrison troops in special times, but it is obviously not in this magnificent and glorious fortress.

Martigue knew that the other party couldn't pull down his face to give in, but he didn't want to care, if it wasn't for Martigue taking the initiative to find trouble, he wouldn't bother to care about those childlike battles.

"I'm looking for someone who broke into the tent, what do you see?" he asked, looking up.

This is the problem that Arnold is most concerned about at the moment, and the fire around him seems to have been lit by these young men in the garrison, but he can't help but maliciously think that Adelaide's future sword master will not be burned to death by a fire, right?

Of course, this is just a thought.

Arnold walked into the Western Military Tent and saw the sword marks on the ground, and he felt familiar.

When he saw several soldiers who fell to the ground, the wounds were almost the same, they were all sword wounds in key parts, but they were incapacitated and not in danger of life, they knew that this person must be the person he knew, the former playmate.

Brando's understatement seemed to Martigue, but he couldn't think of anything to be proud of in this middle-of-the-road and not very mixed up now. He held back the disgust in his heart before he spoke: "The man who broke into the military tent? What is his relationship with you? What do you want to do here?"

Arnold could see that this guy's tone was not good, and he thought of the disgraced face when he met him, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot of losses.

Arnold smiled secretly in his heart, and said quietly on the surface: "Captain Martigue, I know him, this is my freedom. As for what I'm doing here, I'm afraid I'm just like you, don't think I don't know what you're doing—" he retorted.

"Boy, what kind of attitude do you have!" a young man behind Martigue angrily reprimanded and came out of the crowd: "This thief innocently broke into a military place, injured countless soldiers on duty, and even caused a fire in the military tent, and the crime is unforgivable. ”

Arnold was stunned, but raised his head and looked at the other party carefully.

As if following his gaze, the riders in front of him were all in unison, as if they wanted to give him a dismount. He looked at the fifteen young men standing on horseback like knives, all of them brushing their dark blue military uniforms, and their armor was neat and shiny, showing the demeanor of a strong army.

Arnold also knew that these young people did have the ability to be proud - they were originally the best young people from the countryside or towns in the Adelaide war zone, and after rigorous training and screening, the rest were at least close to the third-order strength.

"Who's saying bad things about me. Suddenly, a loud shout resounded throughout the audience, and a figure quickly swept through several defensive lines and broke into the field.

The posture of the person who came was raised, a golden head like wheat rose and fell under the action of the breeze, the slightly bulging clothes concealed amazing strength, and on his back he carried a two-handed sword wrapped in white cloth, which looked extremely inconspicuous.

"Chernobyl!" Arnold exclaimed as he saw the human face in the light of the fire.

"Arnold Jean!" Obviously, the visitor also spotted Arnold standing on the side, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"What? He's Chernobyl?"

"Chernobyl, the grandson of the Kingdom Sword Master?"

"That swordsmanship talent, recognized as the future little sword saint Chernobyl?"

When Martigue and the young men behind him heard Arnold's voice, they suspected that their ears were wrong, and they could only be shocked when they could not react to their changing emotions.

Yes, Chernobyl is Arnold's childhood playmate, the grandson of the first master of the Adelaide Kingdom and one of the four great sword masters recognized on the continent - Fiji Sword Master.

This guy was the grandson of the Sword Saint when he was a child, and he bullied people a lot, until he met Arnold, and the two disagreed with each other.

Chernobyl was extremely talented, more talented than his grandfather's swordsmanship, and was recognized as a future sword master on the mainland. Since he was a child, he has been practicing swordsmanship under the teaching of the Fijian Sword Master, and it is only in recent years that he has begun to practice alone on the mainland.