A tall stallion came to a halt outside the Horn Legion's garrison, and Alan dismounted from his horse, and the soldier at the door reached out to stop the stranger who suddenly visited. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"No outsiders are allowed to come and go here, so take your horse and get out of the way!" the soldier scolded.

Alan looked at the soldiers in front of him, today was supposed to be a day of relaxation, and this unlucky guy must have been stranded in the station because of the sentry.

"I was invited by Commander Sersi, and if you want to stand guard on the Day of the Sacrifice next month, you don't have to report to him. Alan said unhurriedly.

The soldier turned and walked to the station, whispering insults at the arrogant stranger behind him.

Half an hour later, a dark-skinned soldier stepped out of the garrison, and he led Alan to a large cowhide tent, where a cacophony could be heard.

Alan lifted the curtains, and there were six twenty-foot-long oak tables on either side of the tent, and in front of them sat men in leather armor, wearing various weapons, and the leather armor was deeply dented, and they all looked like they had been in armor for many years.

Sersi sat at the table in the first row on the right, next to the throne at the top, and when he saw Alan enter, he stood up and waved at him, and all the eyes in the tent fell on Allen, and they looked curiously at the stranger they had never met.

Alan sat down beside Sercy, and the tent was back to its original noise. The attendant came over and poured a full glass of wine, Alan took a sip of his glass, and glanced at the crowd around him, he was surprised to find Kenny sitting at the long table opposite, the two exchanged their eyes, Kenny smiled at Allen, raised his glass and gestured to drink together, Alan took a sip of the wine glass, and looked away at the throne.

It was a man with a delicate face, and it seemed that he should be the legendary cavalry commander Taylor, Alan didn't expect this guy to be so young, and he revealed a good aristocratic quality in his gestures.

The curtain was lifted again, and a middle-aged man entered, dressed in a short black shirt with a stand-up collar embroidered with burgundy silk patterns, and a pair of yellow deerskin trousers, with vine-like gold trim from top to bottom, the cuffs tucked into silver boots, and a wide mink robe. Aiden walked in after him, and the two sat next to Kenny at Allen's table.

"Calm down, everyone!" Taylor on the throne elegantly raised his wine glass, stood up and said, "Today is the day of our Horn Legion's Sacrifice Army, and it just happened to meet Lord Barton's winter hunt, in fact, I have always wondered if my Scrooge brother-in-law was so sorry for the wine in Mowen Castle that he chose to hide in the forest in such a cold winter, hoping that the lions and tigers there can help me ask him!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Taylor reached out and pressed down, "On behalf of Lord Patton, thank you for your trust and loyalty, and may God Namu bless you!"

"May the god Namu bless!" the crowd shouted in unison, drinking the wine from the cup.

Taylor sat down after drinking, and the attendant next to him poured him another glass.

"Hey, Cersi, looks like you've made a new friend, can you introduce us?" Taylor asked, looking at Cersi.

"You found out, this is my newly hired swordsmanship teacher, I have seen his dueling skills with my own eyes, I really can't think of any words to describe his superb swordsmanship. Sersi said with a smile.

"Alan, from Assyria. Alan introduced himself.

"Taylor, the head of the Horned Cavalry Regiment, Scrooge's brother-in-law, hehe. Taylor said with a smile.

"What? You're from Assyria too, and my new archery teacher is also from Assyria, what's going on with you there, and the Lord of Ina can't afford to pay your salary, so you're coming to Nipur in droves?" asked Fello on the side.

"They're here to earn commissions, I'm here for revenge, don't confuse us. After Allen finished speaking, he glanced at Aiden slightly.

Aiden put down his glass and stood up, pulling out a black arrow and placing it on the bowstring and aiming at Alan, "Say it again, believe it or not, I'll shoot you in the head!"

"Hey, what the are you going to do, golden retriever?" slammed the table and yelled.

Fellowo stretched out his hand and pressed Aiden's arrow, "Sersi, your people are as rude as you, and it's ridiculous to earn commissions while building a chastity archway for yourself. ”

"Hey, that's enough. Taylor said displeased, "All the people sitting here are the Horn Legion, do you want to kill each other?"

"Didn't you see, Taylor? That damn golden retriever just insulted our infantry regiment. Sersi stood up from the table.

"I can break your neck without a sword, believe me? Alan followed suit and stood up.

"Damn, do you really think we don't have anyone in the Archery Legion?" said a strong man beside Aiden stood up.

The relaxed atmosphere in the tent was shattered, and everyone looked at the group of people arguing by the throne. The strong man beside Aiden stepped over the table and rushed towards Allen, his steps hurried and his eyes were like torches, and he ran towards the guy who stirred up the dispute.

Alan twisted his neck and shook his hands, relaxing his muscles. The strong man in front of him rushed over like a lion, only to see him clench his five fingers and swing his fist violently, and the huge fist force smashed like a lightning-fast hammer.

But Allen was faster than his fist, and everyone saw the guy with the ponytail dodge sideways, jumped over the table and easily dodged the blow, and struck an uppercut with his right hand, directly breaking the strong man's jaw. The strong man fell to the ground, his mandible twisted into a strange shape, and a mouthful of blood spat on the ground, with two milky incisors in the red.

Two more rushed up from behind the table, one of whom was armed with a scimitar and slashed at Alan without hesitation. Alan bowed his head slightly, moved half a step lightly, his right elbow slammed into the man with the knife, and in the quiet tent, only a 'click' was heard, and the man fell to the ground holding his broken ribs, and as soon as Alan withdrew his hand, an arrow flew past his left arm, and the pain immediately made him dodge to the left, and the corner of his eye looked at the man with the bow.

Alan lowered his head and kicked the scimitar on the ground, the arcing blade shot like a dart at the sneak attacker around the corner, a wail accompanied by the sound of the longbow falling to the ground, the man covered his calf and fell to the ground, the people on the side helped him pull out the scimitar, turned his head and glared at Alan fiercely.

"That's enough!" Taylor stepped down from his throne and stood between the two men. "What the hell do you want to do? Today is the day of the army, not the day of infighting!"

Taylor's voice resounded through the tent, and the two men glared fiercely at each other.

"Captain Taylor, I think this knight's dueling skills are really good, I want to try his swordsmanship, whether it is as superb as Captain Selsi said. Kenny stood out from the crowd and said calmly.