"What are you kid thinking, you're in a daze again?"

Ronald was immersed in his inner world, but he didn't expect to be pulled back to his thoughts by this thick and loud voice. He quickly stood up and looked at the bearded blacksmith with a smile: "Uncle Faral." ”

The bearded blacksmith shook his head slightly, and handed him an iron sword with a cold glow: "Oh, it has just been repaired." Help me run an errand and get to Hal, the boy is in a hurry. ”

"Okay. ”

Ronald took the iron sword and trotted to the south of the village. He hadn't gone far when a rapid alarm bell suddenly drilled into his eardrums, accompanied by the roar of the watchtower guards.

"Damn the Turings are coming!"

"Oh no, there's ......"

Hearing those short shouts, Ronald immediately stopped and looked nervously over the watchtower. He saw a large fireball suddenly appear on the side of the watchtower, and it smashed on the rudimentary wooden watchtower.

Bang!

The loud bang was followed by a large cloud of fire and smoke, and at the same time a vague figure let out a terrible scream.

"Ahh

The guards, covered in fire, struggled to leap from the watchtower. But when he landed, he only twisted a few times with difficulty, and then never moved again.

"Hahaha! Kill these pups!"

Ronald turned his head and saw that it was a Turing leader on horseback outside the fence who had uttered the words.

Before he could finish speaking, he rode his horse to the Turing leader under the wooden fence, cut the hemp rope on the gate with a knife, and ordered his men to take advantage of the situation to advance.

"Uh-oh-oh!"

Under his leadership, a dozen light cavalry rode over the collapsed wooden gate. Brandishing their sabers, they arrogantly rushed into the village to prepare for the massacre. The light cavalry was followed by a small square of dozens of infantrymen. On a small mound in the distance, there was also a mage protected by two swordsmen.

At the same time, the village garrison was quickly organized by the captain of the garrison. They formed small teams and began to meet the invaders on the opposite side.

Jingle Bell!

After the light cavalry rushed into the village, the sound of hand-to-hand combat suddenly resounded.

The chaotic pace was accompanied by each other's blood and wails. With a bang, another fireball struck, completely blowing down the wooden fence at the entrance of the village.

"Kill!"

The Turing infantry immediately raised their swords, shouted, and rushed into the village from the still blazing fence, and began to cooperate with the cavalry to encircle and suppress the garrison.

"What are you doing here! Run!"

At the same time as the voice came, there was a hot pain in Ronald's ass at the same time. He saw the blacksmith with a large axe glaring at him viciously.

"Damn, there's a magician, I'm afraid our village won't be able to withstand it this time! Those bitches raised by sons!" Then, the bearded man spat out thick phlegm: "Run south quickly, go to the town to report the news!" After speaking, he pushed Ronald hard: "Quick!"

"Phew!"

The blacksmith turned his head and spat again, and ran to the other side of the battlefield with his axe.

Ronald stood silently for a moment, and then suddenly he followed the blacksmith from a distance with his iron sword in both hands.

After slicing open the neck of a war horse with an axe and severing the head of the fallen cavalryman, the blacksmith noticed that there was suddenly a black-haired young man beside him. Seeing that this kid actually came with him, he couldn't help but burst out: "Damn! you want to die!"

But to his surprise, Ronald's skills turned out to be extremely agile. The blacksmith saw that Ronald was holding his sword and slashing diagonally, forcing the opposing soldier to take a big step back. Before the soldier could stand firm, Ronald rolled over and stabbed closely, the tip of the sword diagonally upward, and stabbed the soldier in the heart with precision. Like the soldier who had already fallen to the ground, the blacksmith Farar looked at the young man with the same incredulous gaze.

He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Ronald's voice.

"Left!"

Bite!

The blacksmith's axe held the swords of the attack steadily. There was a whoosh, followed by a flying arrow, mercilessly piercing the heart of the light cavalry.

Blacksmith Farrar turned his head to look at it and shouted in surprise, "You're here!"

"Mmmm!

The mercenary Hal replied loudly, and the ranger behind him quickly mounted an arrow feather. At the same time, Ronald's iron sword stabbed another infantryman to death.

"Ronald?"

Seeing this scene, Hal raised his eyebrows, also with an expression of disbelief. However, he quickly reacted and commanded the group decisively: "Orbi, you go up with me to support! Negro, find the opportunity to kill their mage, that's just a junior apprentice who has just learned the fireball technique! There's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Oh!"

The companion who followed Hal let out a loud roar in tacit understanding.

This roar instantly boosted the morale of the friendly troops. The garrison, which was originally a little weak, quickly formed a three-person squad under the command of the captain and formed a defensive formation. And some villagers with blood surnames also rushed out of the house one after another.

Seeing that the morale of the opposite side was rising, the Turing leader seemed to be even more energetic, he swirled his saber and said violently: "Kill them!"

Burst!

A bloody arrow soared.

Along with his arrogant words, he fell a pikeman with an unwilling face.

Encouraged by him, the Turing soldiers were not to be outdone and burst into a loud roar: "Woo oh oh!"

After wiping out the enemy's neck with a sword, Ronald swooped down with his sword and rushed into the enemy line without hesitation.

Farrar couldn't help but exclaim, "Hey, you kid!"

Hal, who had already rushed to the blacksmith's side, quickly made a judgment: "Up, cover him!"

"!"

The blacksmith burst into foul language helplessly. Although he was very worried about the boy's condition, he still took the axe and rushed into the enemy line with Hal and the others.

Ronald was agile like a cheetah, and as he charged, he deftly avoided attacks from around him by adjusting his body posture as he walked.

And as the distance between the two sides gradually shortened, the leader also noticed this immature brunette boy.

"Haha! Interesting!" he grinned, swirled his saber high, and rushed towards Ronald: "Oh oh oh! Come on, you bitch!" He rushed in front of Ronald and immediately took advantage of the situation to slash at him head-on. But before the momentum was exhausted, he caught a glimpse of a roll on Ronald's side, which was able to dodge.

"I still want to run!" Seeing that the boy seemed to be overwhelmed, he triumphantly turned his horse and slashed again.

Ronald's eyes lit up, and he seized the opportunity of the Turing leader's difficulty in turning back in time, and rolled under the horse's belly. He followed with both hands up and stroked, followed by another roll, and jumped up nimbly.

Whoa!

Just as he jumped up, a piece of blood and intestines leaked from under the horse, and a fishy stench suddenly spread.

Law!

The Turing leader tried to harness the horses, but the sore horses twisted their necks frantically and jumped around like crazy. It didn't take long for the leader to lose control of his balance and fall off his horse.

Seeing the direction in which he landed, Ronald quickly rushed forward, and without waiting for the leader to react, he decisively made up for it with a sword.

Hal, who had already run to Ronald's side, immediately burst out and yelled: "The leader of the Turing dog is dead!

"Oh oh oh!"

Suddenly, the morale of the garrison was greatly boosted.

"Withdraw!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, one of the Turing hussars shouted in panic, and he quickly turned his horse around and tried to retreat. With a whoosh, Ranger Negro's arrow struck him in the back. As soon as he fell off his horse, he was stabbed in the abdomen by the garrison next to him. The cavalryman clutched his stomach, wailed, and never moved again.

The originally menacing Turing soldiers immediately dissipated their morale, and they turned around in a panic and began to flee. When the magician in the distance saw this, he also nervously mounted his horse, and under the cover of the swordsman, hurried in the direction in which he came.

After seeing the enemy rout and leave, the captain of the garrison finally breathed a sigh of relief. Whew, he wiped away a cold sweat and hurriedly commanded his men to clean up the battlefield.

Hal walked quickly to Ronald's side, and he looked at the black-haired young man with slightly curly hair with eyes full of appreciation: "Good job! Ronald!"

The blacksmith also came over with a smile and punched Ronald hard: "It's really yours! Good boy, your swordsmanship is so exquisite?"

He was beaten back by the blacksmith's force, but Ronald didn't care, he laughed a little embarrassedly, and handed the iron sword to Hal: "Yours." ”

"Haha!"

Mercenary Hal smiled and pushed the iron sword back: "I gave it to you." Then he turned to look at the blacksmith: "Falar, make me another one." ”

"Well!" replied the blacksmith loudly, "Why don't we have a drink?"

Hal was about to agree, but after catching a glimpse of the captain's movements, he immediately looked at Ronald with a smile: "Don't worry, Falar. Seeing Falar's puzzled gaze, he nununed his mouth and gestured to the side.

The group looked in the direction of Howl's gesture and saw that the captain of the garrison was walking briskly in this direction. Several acquaintance mercenaries greeted him with a smile, and the blacksmith excitedly punched Ronald.

The captain nodded to the group: "Thank God, if it weren't for your support, I'm afraid the village wouldn't have been saved." ”

"Captain Brada, you're welcome. However, this time it was not our credit. Hal pulled Ronald out: "Thank you, thank this kid." ”

The captain laughed happily, "Haha! After saying that, he began to seriously look at Ronald, who was covered in mud and dust, and had not had time to wipe it off.

He saw that the young man in front of him was quite tall, with a little bulging muscles than his peers, and was dressed in ordinary linen clothes. Slightly curly thick black hair, full forehead bangs, dark and deep pupils, a bit of resolute maturity on his face, and an obvious scar on the side of his sideburns.

After a quick flash in his memory, the captain turned to the blacksmith and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's the one from half a year ago, right?"

"That's right, it's this kid. The blacksmith took over with a smile: "At that time, his face was covered with blood, and he lost his memory after waking up, I really didn't expect this kid to be so powerful." ”

"That's right. The captain nodded and thanked Ronald earnestly: "Thank you so much this time." Then he looked at the blacksmiths, and said, "Later, I will go to the lord to tell me about this." I think the adults will give this brave warrior the reward he deserves. With that, he waved his hand, and then ordered his men to pull over a horse and ride quickly.

Law.

The horse's hooves fluttered lightly and drove away in the direction of the town.

After seeing the captain leave, Hal and the others also took Ronald and walked to the tavern together, trying to rediscover the young man's origins. Unfortunately, after forcing him to take a few large sips of ale in the tavern, they still couldn't get any useful information from Ronald's mouth.

Ronald's cheeks were already flushed at the moment, he felt a little unbalanced, and after a wine burp, his tongue was also unsharp: "I, I, I don't know." I don't know what's wrong, but I suddenly feel like I can do something. ”

Hal pondered for a moment before he spoke his opinion: "I bet Ronald was definitely trained in swordsmanship before. But, that damn amnesia made him forget all about it. ”

Negro nodded, "That's right, Falar, where did you pick him up?"

"It's the river outside the village. The blacksmith scratched his head, and he suddenly slapped his thigh: "That's right!" Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, he took off Ronald's coat without saying a word, and then rolled up the short sleeve on his right hand, and pointed to a mark on his shoulder: "Look." ”

The group looked in the direction of his finger and saw a white snowflake-like mark the size of a fingernail.

The blacksmith lifted Ronald's hand, "I said Hal, you are well-informed, do you recognize this thing?"

Hal shook his head, "I don't know. ”

The blacksmith let go of Ronald's hand and looked deflated: "Then it's no fun." ”

Grunt.

Wiping the foam from the corners of his mouth, Hal said his thoughts: "Why don't you join us as mercenaries?"

Ronald was stunned for a moment, and his face was embarrassed.

Before he could speak, Hal smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Drink, drink." ”

At first, Ronald drank quite carefully, but after being provoked by the blacksmith a few times, he began to puff up the smell of alcohol and get carried away with it.