During Barony Keane's winter military training, there was also an interesting episode. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the time of the second military training, and a large group of peasants were lining up on the barnyard, under the guidance of junior officers, and practicing hard to form a formation to gather thorns, and the sentry in charge of keeping a guard at the village lookout suddenly screamed and rang the alarm bell.

Every village or town has an alarm bell at the lookout that rings when the sentry detects an emergency. When the bell rings, the old and weak women and children should hide as soon as possible, and the young and strong should gather at once to try to resist the danger.

This is a common practice in all parts of the main plane, and is similar to each of the settled races.

As soon as the bell rang, the peasants immediately panicked. The last time the bell rang was during the reign of Crick's brother, Baron Gersang Keane, a terrifying monster, a troll, in the territory. Gersang was seriously injured when he led the team to exterminate this monster, and before he could send it to the temple for treatment by the priest, he had already died.

That was five years ago, and for most people, five years is a long time, so long that many people forget about that horrific experience. But now, when the bell rang, the terrifying memories of five years ago came to the hearts of those who had come into contact with that monster, and they couldn't help but tremble their legs, and they could barely stand on their feet.

The terrifying monster had a gray-green body like a hill and was covered in a thick layer of moss. Its power is great, but what is even more terrifying is that it is almost impossible to kill - more than once, the brave soldier pierced the sharp spear deep into its body, and watched the green blood gush out, but about the time of a sentence, the blood gushed stopped, and in a few words, the wound began to heal, which was incredible.

This was the fault of the brave Baron Gelsan, who took a group of men with whom he tied the fellow with a sturdy rope, dragged him down with all his might, and then swung his axe and slashed it with a dozen blows, cutting off its head and bleeding all over the ground.

At that time, everyone thought that this guy was dead—his head had been cut off, how could he not die?, but on the way back to show his corpse, an accident happened.

The severed head grew back, and the "corpses" resting on the cart were brought back to life. The resurrected monster leapt to its feet, raised its fist and slammed it, striking Baron Gersang on his horse, and the poor baron was so beaten that his body was almost deformed.

Although the monster was tied up again, then cut into pieces, and set on fire to ashes thanks to the combined efforts of the soldiers and hunters, Baron Gersang was so badly injured that he died.

I don't know what the monster will be this time, if it's the same as last time...... That's okay, after what happened last time, everyone can be considered experienced. I'm afraid it's something else terrifying, like a legendary dragon or something......

The peasants obviously thought too much, of course there were dragons in the Principality of Thunder, but what dragon would be so boring and come to attack a small village?

Is there anything the dragon wants here?glittering gold coins?gems to decorate caves?food with strong life force?

There's nothing here, it's a completely barren land for dragons!

After a while, the militiamen, led by the officers, saw the attacking monsters.

Those were two ogres who ran out of nowhere.

The ogre is tall and probably has ...... Suppose you take the height of a writer who writes about boys and girls as a reference, it is at least twice as tall as the other party, and slightly taller. Unlike trolls, they are foul-smelling, powerful, and use thick wooden sticks as weapons to catch and eat whatever they want, and humans are naturally part of their recipes.

This monster is very dangerous and often causes serious damage. Don't look at the fact that they don't have the immortal body of trolls, but their destructive power is stronger than that of trolls - trolls often find a place to sleep when they are full, sometimes they can sleep for three or five days after eating one meal, but ogres have to eat two meals a day, and the difference in food amount is very staggering. Not to mention that trolls are omnivorous, and if they can't find any animals to eat, they can make do with grass, but ogres are different, they have to eat meat, and they are keen to catch some kind of creature that can't run fast on two legs and lacks combat effectiveness...... that's how the name "ogre" came about.

If the rules of the last time were still followed, then the militia that tried to tie up the ogre with a rope would have suffered heavy losses, after all, the ogre was more powerful than the troll, and he was also good at using a stick, and his combat power was much higher than that of the troll.

But fortunately, the junior officer who led the training had seen the ogre's materials during his studies, and as the elite of the new army, he firmly remembered the information of those common or particularly dangerous monsters, and the ogres were among them.

So he immediately set about arranging, mainly to quickly transform the spare spears into throwing guns, and gather the hunters to arrange the formation, but fortunately, the ogres did not come quickly, and when they arrived outside the village, the preparations were also ready.

Then, there was a fierce battle.

The power of the ogre is unmatched by ordinary peasants, and even hundreds of people will be defeated by it if they attempt to fight in close combat. However, with the help of the two hunters in the village with their bows and arrows, the two stupid men were led to an open area, where a dozen whistling spears awaited them.

As the ogre roared in pain from his wounds, the officer approached and threw stumbling ropes and fishing nets to trap them for a moment, followed by a throwing gun.

In the end, the brave officer led a few villagers with great strength and ended the battle with spears.

The battle was not long, but the impact was not small. An officer with dozens of militiamen and two hunters, with a simple weapon, killed two terrifying ogres, such a record is glorious even in those brave areas that are known as "children can use swords", not to mention that Barony Keane is actually not the kind of area where there are many brave men, culture and art are popular here, even the farmers, in their spare time, like singing and dancing rather than fighting.

But it is this group of scholars or artists who have done what ordinary martial artists can't do!

Crick gave him a good honour for this, giving him a prize and a medal that he deserved to lead a group of peasants to kill two ogres.

Interestingly, York himself benefited from this battle, and his professional rank was increased from the original soldier level to the non-commissioned officer.

The combat level of the fifth level is enough to qualify as a professional, and more importantly, the "non-commissioned officer" belongs to the profession of command, and York's ability to comprehend this profession in this battle means that he has this talent.

Command is a very rare talent, and a talent who has not undergone special training and can comprehend the command profession by relying on temporary cramming and battlefield practice deserves to be vigorously cultivated!

So after the commendation, York's work was transferred. Through the priest of Milomon, Creek contacted the head of the Knights of the Void Mask Church, the legendary powerhouse "Iron Giant" Mr. Gerard, and gave him a generous gift, entrusting Mr. Gerard to let York learn about officers in the Void Kamen Knights.

Unlike his fierce appearance, Mr. Gerald is a very kind and talkative person. He didn't want to accept the gift, but he couldn't help Creek pleading three times and twice, and when he finally accepted the carefully prepared gift, he actually blushed slightly.

This made Crick secretly amused, but also more assured of the character of this legendary powerhouse. I believe that York will be able to learn well if he studies in the Knights.

The Barony of Keane can canonize three knights, and there is still one seat vacant. If York could make a good commander, then perhaps he would be the last knight of the barony.

"After all, Keane is still too small, and the people are still too few after all......" Sending York away, Crick sat in his chair and pondered for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He had already used his ability to probe, and there was no one with great talent or qualifications among the civilians in Keane's territory, and the only way to find such a talent was to search elsewhere.

Fortunately, a few years have passed, and the operation of the territory has also formed a virtuous circle. When the fruit trees are strong and the herbs can be picked, and then the workshop for making fruit wine is built, everything should be considered good.

Writing this, he felt some pain and stuffiness in his chest again, put down the charcoal pen that recorded his fragmented thoughts, patted his chest gently, and couldn't help but cough again.

"It seems that this illness is getting worse and worse......" This time he coughed for a while before it gradually subsided, picked up the healing potion mixed with honey next to him, took a sip, and sighed in a low voice.

He had investigated his physical condition in detail, and had also asked several priests for help, and the conclusion was basically the same: although he returned alive from the battlefield of the "day the sun went out", he was involved in the most fierce battle area as a mortal, and his body was impregnated with a variety of divine powers, forming symptoms like a curse.

The priests could pray to dispel the curse on him, and even if the curse was imbued with divine power, a master like the priest of Milomont would be able to help him do so. But because of the vague balance of various divine powers in his body, even the chief priest of Milomont did not dare to act rashly, for fear that if the balance was broken, some divine powers would burst out violently...... At that time, the priest of Milomont will probably be able to resist it himself, but Crick is afraid that even his soul will be destroyed, and even resurrection will be impossible.

So he could only tolerate these divine powers fighting each other, as if his body was a battlefield. In the course of the fight, of course, his body suffered greatly. Even though I have been maintaining and often taking healing potions, I can only barely maintain it.

Now he spends more than a hundred gold coins every month just drinking healing potions, and fortunately he has Pastor Morton to help heal him, otherwise he doesn't know how much it would cost!

"It's a bottomless pit!"

Crick sighed secretly, he only hopes that these divine powers will win as soon as possible, no matter which side wins, it doesn't matter if it's a serious illness, the long pain is better than the short pain, and if you get sick once, at least you will save the trouble in the future! )