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Herman knew very well that although the troops of the Brell family who ambushed were conservatively estimated at more than 3,000 people, but those who were killed and wounded in the battle and could not participate in the battle, as well as those who had been evacuated in the past two days - after all, a few thousand people surrounding a hill did not mean that they would not eat, and it would be too much if they could leave more than 1,000 people.

Even so, no one could underestimate them - there were only a few dozen fighters left, and no matter how few people were left of the Brell family's troops, one punch could knock them out.

So there is the beginning of the "train" rush, clearing out a no-man's land, and then all the riders break out as fast as they can.

"Rush, charge, may the light of Osmond protect us!" the riders desperately pedaled the horse's belly to squeeze the speed of the horse, and with the weapons in their hands slashed down all the enemies who dared to stand in the way of their escape,

As the wave of riders was halfway through, the Brell troops finally came to their senses, and arrows and crossbows began to glide through the air.

"Ah!" another rider fell from his horse when he was impaled by a crossbow, and as he lay on the ground, he stretched out his hands feebly, begging his companions to pull him on.

Herman, who happened to be next to the rider, did not react at all, but only deflected slightly before speeding over.

"Whoosh!" a bolt flew over Herman's head.

For no reason, Herman's heart tightened, and Herman instinctively lifted the shield in his left hand up.

The momentum of the impact on the shield made Herman sway for a moment. Before he could react, an arrow shot into the butt of the war horse under his crotch.

The horses under their crotches neighed, raised their front hooves and threw Herman out, and then ran away with the group of riders on his own.

Herman, who had been stumbled, scrambled to his feet, drew his knight's sword from his belt and began to take precautions.

Looking at the group of riders who were gradually moving away, Herman knew that he did not want to escape.

Just as Herman drew the knight's sword. Many soldiers and knights of the Brell family surrounded him.

"Are you a wandering knight?" A knight who looked like the commander of these people looked at the heavy chain mail and wore a pale gray burqa, on which were marked with both a family coat of arms with winged black dragons and a brown double bear crest that was obviously temporarily suspended, and after figuring out Herman's identity, he continued: "Wandering knight, there is no need for you to continue fighting—the Marquis of Arvis is dead, and he committed suicide against the doctrine, and he will never pay you any more commissions." ”

"Maybe that's the reality, but unfortunately, I don't think so. Herman watched the dust rise in the distance, his hands holding his shield and knight's sword spread out at his sides, exposing his chest: a battle posture peculiar to northerners.

The commander-like knight sighed. With a wave of his hand, a large group of soldiers of the Brell family, led by several fiefdom knights, began to gradually move closer to Herman.

The corners of Herman's mouth twitched, as if trying to make a smiling face. But his facial muscles were so stiff that he looked like he was grinning hideously.

Striking the standard starting hand of a sword and shield, Herman rushed forward without hesitation.

Ten minutes later.

"Whoa, whoa, whoaa" Another Brell soldier rushed forward brandishing a battle axe, his face covered with madness surrounded by beard and long blond hair.

Herman was short, put up his shield on the spot, and lifted the tall Brell family soldier up and turned it behind him, when the Brell family soldier who fell directly to the sky in a daze tried to struggle to stand up. A knight's sword had already been inserted into his heart.

Herman didn't know how long he had held out or how many enemies he had killed—surrounded by soldiers and knights of the Brell family. Whenever he kills an opponent, a new opponent pops up from the crowd.

"Click!" a warhammer smashed Herman's shield on his left hand, and just as the attacking Brell knight tried to retract the hammer and swung it again, Herman's right knight's sword had already stabbed him in the stomach, along with his robe and chain mail.

"Ahhh He let out an even more terrible wail and fell to the ground, as the shattered internal organs of his body slowly flowed out of his body.

Before he could pull the knight's sword from the corpse, von Hermann felt a sharp pain in his lower back, like being pierced. As soon as he looked down, he saw the head of the spear emerging from his side.

Blood poured out of his throat as he squatted on the ground. Seeing several soldiers of the Brell family walking in front of him, they all held heavy crossbows in their hands.

"Is this the end?" Herman was completely plunged into the darkness that came with him with the sharp pain that rushed up like a tide all over his body.

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I don't know how long it took, Feng Longde woke up as if he had woken up from the bad news, and opened his eyes to observe the surrounding environment.

With the decorative ceiling like a European oil painting, the blood-red velvet quilt covering his body, and the elegant Victorian decorations in the room, Feng Longde was finally able to confirm that he was in a room in the Red Devil Pavilion, not on a bloody battlefield.

"What's wrong with me? I can have such strange dreams, and so vividly as if I had experienced them completely. Feng Longde sat up and touched his forehead, "Heloise, help me bring me a glass of ale." ”

As soon as he said the last sentence, Feng Longde immediately covered his mouth: if he is not mistaken. Heloise is the blonde girl in the dream, wearing a sword and shield in tin armor, and he is very skillful in calling her by name and letting her do things, as naturally as he greets Caroline!

Looking at his hands, Feng Longde has begun to be a little confused, is he the former otaku Feng Longde who is now thinking well, or the ruthless wandering knight Herman on the battlefield?

It seemed that Ron Virus instinctively sensed the thoughts in Feng Longde's soul that were running at high speed, and Feng Longde's hands were constantly switching back and forth between his normal state and his state of wearing steel gauntlets. The black and red flesh is constantly turning into a variety of materials.

The newly awakened memories in his soul were in conflict with the existing memories, and Feng Longde's face was constantly changing because of this—his current face was almost indistinguishable from that of the wandering knight Herman in that memory: a strong and rugged face, angular lines, straight eyebrows like a long sword, short hair as black as the night sky, and blue eyes as deep as the sky. The only difference is that Herman has a scar on the left side of his face, and instead of ruining his image, the scar looks extremely masculine.

Who the hell am I?!

When Feng Longde was getting more and more painful because of the conflict of memories in his soul. Feng Longde suddenly stopped the changes of the Ron virus on his body, returned to his previous normal state, and then fell headlong, snoring suddenly.

A detailed memory awakening brought Feng Longde not only the impact of the three views on the known memory, but also the huge amount of information that was a great burden on the soul itself. The effect of this massive information shock is the same as that of Caroline's flood of information in the first place, or even more serious - this leads to the acceleration of Feng Longde's soul exhaustion, and when the soul is weak, it will automatically enter a deep sleep to avoid irreparable damage.

When Feng Longde fell asleep again. The other room was in the same situation.

Remilia's closed eyes snapped open, as frightened as a child waking up from a nightmare. The blood in the corners of his eyes kept slowly spilling out.

"Hahaa

Although in the past nearly five hundred years, Remilia has used her abilities to witness the past of countless people, and even seen the future and end of some people, but the man dressed as a Teutonic knight she invited this time. For the first time in years, she felt that using the Destiny ability was so difficult.

When Remilia first met Sixteen Nightsakiya, she had also used this ability to peek into her past and future, and that time it consumed far less energy than it did now.

There are only two situations in which energy can be expended: either the content of the scene that time has peeked at is too nuclear for Remilia, or. It was this period of time that had taken place, far more distant than Remilia had realized.

Remilia combed through what she understood, and found that many of the names of regions and ethnic groups did not match what she knew—which meant that the time in which that memory took place was far older than the history that humanity knows today!

Maybe go back in time again and look at Feng Longde's other pasts?

The corners of Remilia's mouth raised a helpless wry smile: Now the various reactions in her body make her very clear, this time she will not wake up if she sleeps for at least a week or two, if she does it again, then she can sleep directly this month!

With a snap of his fingers, almost at the same time, Sakiya appeared in front of Remilia: "Miss, what do you command?"

"Tomorrow, when the sun rises, let them depart with a courteous service. The blood in the corners of Remilia's eyes had disappeared, and the entire vampire had long since returned to its previous majestic appearance, "I need to sleep, at least a week." During this period, the big and small affairs of the Red Devil Pavilion will trouble you, Sakiya. ”

"Yes, Miss. Sakiya nodded, and began to serve Remilia to change her clothes, lay out the futon, and wait for Remilia to sleep.

"Good night, Sakiya. ”

"Good night, Miss. ”

At the last moment before Sakuya closed the door and left, Remilia closed her eyes and relaxed, she sighed: "It seems that I still have a little more heart, the complete past fragments are far more reliable than messy fragments, Herman"

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When the sunlight began to reflect in the Red Devil Pavilion, the large bell of the Red Devil Pavilion's bell tower also stopped striking the time, and only the hands were still moving slowly.

During the day, the Red Devil Pavilion is asleep, just like its vampire owner.

Warm sweetened milk, cheese sandwiches with tender white omelette and fresh ham, small but delicate cakes and salted boiled eggs, the continental breakfast proved to be more suitable for Teutonsians like Von Rond.

Feng Longde's perception of breakfast is to eat full in the morning to cope with the energy needs at the beginning of the day, as for whether it is Chinese or European, to be honest, he doesn't really care, although his taste is biased towards European, but that doesn't mean he can't chew pancakes and fritters.

After breakfast, Sakiya led Feng Longde and the others to the stable, and the fairy maids were hurriedly working together to pull out the undead war horse - the undead war horse was the Northland war horse before his death, this horse breed is known for its irritable and fierce personality, and it is even more fierce after being reincarnated after death, Feng Longde and the others watched an undead war horse stumble, and the two fairy maids flew into the grass in the stable like trapeze.

"Your horses are too strong. As far as I know, even Sharma doesn't have such a large size and a strong temper. Sakuya looked at the goblin maid with a head of hay and a gray face, and her face was a little helpless - after all, the goblin maid of the Red Devil Pavilion has always been heavy rather than quality, and many times the work in the Red Devil Pavilion is basically taken care of by Sakuya herself

This is thanks to Sakiya's ability to manipulate time, otherwise she would have ascended to heaven a long time ago!

"I apologize for the difficult care of our horses and am honored by the attentive service provided by the Red Devils. Feng Longde shrugged his shoulders and jumped up on his own after taking his immortal war horse from the hands of a fairy maid - don't laugh, when there is no ladder, the two-meter-high Northland war horse with a shoulder height can not be climbed on one leg, these guys have always jumped up on their own, "Then goodbye." ”

In this regard, Sakuya could only pretend that he had not seen anything, and watched the gang of guys ride their horses slowly away from the gate.

On the way back, Feng Longde asked Caroline in the Soul Connection, "Caroline, I have something I need to talk to you about. ”

"What's the matter, my brother?" Caroline also asked in the soul connection, she was far more dull than her own brother, she usually used soul connection when communicating with her own people, and even Feng Longde rarely spoke when communicating with her.

"I had a dream last night. Feng Longde said, exuding irregular fluctuations in his soul, "And it's also a thing of a wandering knight named Herman, but from a third-person perspective." (To be continued......)