The sound of horses' hooves broke the silence of the valley, and heavily armed knights swept over the hillside like a torrent, encircling the small manor hidden in the valley. (M starter)

The black knight grabbed the reins of his horse and stood outside the door and shouted, "May I ask if Mr. Ron lives here?"

The gate of the manor slowly opened, and a well-dressed old man walked out on crutches, looking at the menacing soldiers outside the house, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes. He snorted coldly and asked, "It's Ron, what are you doing?" Could it be that I've already hid here, and Viscount Sachiko is still an eyesore?"

"On the contrary, Mr. Ron, it was Viscount Sachko who recommended you as a hermit to us. The black knight said.

"Haha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard this year, that old dog would actually recommend me, do you lack a manure digger for the sewers?" the old man laughed, his face not half convinced.

"I have to admit that Viscount Sachko was indeed a quick-witted gentleman, and at the last moment when we hung him on the gallows, he actually remembered your existence, and this news bought him a second life. The black knight said unhurriedly.

"Huh, that sounds interesting...... Who are you?" asked the old man, his eyes flashing, and he put away his contemptuous smile.

"We are a hunting regiment from the plagued area, and you can call us hunters. The black knight said, "Viscount Sachko of Bambrol refused to heed our warnings, but became hostile to us, so we sent him to the gallows." But Viscount Sachko recommended you to us, Mr. Ron. I heard that you were a well-informed explorer when you were young, and even now you are highly regarded in the local area. We need your help now. ”

"Do you mean the northern region? I've never heard of any hunting regiments. The old man looked at the badge on the knight's chest, and a look of understanding flashed in his eyes. But he still asked quietly on the surface, "Lord Knight, I don't know what my old bones can do you to help?"

"I heard that you once told Viscount Sachko to be careful about the plague in the north, but he was punished in the name of deceiving the people, but now it turns out that you are right. The black-clothed knight leaned down and said to the old man, "Our general is building a defensive line in Bambrore, hoping to use your wisdom and prestige. ”

"You want to build a defensive line here?" asked the old man puzzled, "I remember that the Sixth Legion has already gone north......"

"If you're referring to the Sixth Southern Army stationed on the Debris front, according to our latest intelligence reality, they are retreating this way. After the death of Count Kemal, the entire defensive line of the Southern Army collapsed. The black knight waved his hand to his men to lead a warhorse, and said to the old man, "If you want more accurate information, it is best to go back to Bambrol with us now to meet our general." ”

Until he was semi-forcibly helped onto the war horse, the old man did not recover from the shock. As a respected elder in Bambrow, even if he lives in seclusion in a remote place, he is not without access to information. He knew that the plague was raging in the northern region, accompanied by the undead natural disaster, and he also knew that as early as a month ago, the southern legions began to move north, building a steel defense line on the dividing line between the north and the south of the kingdom, and vowed to keep the plague and the undead in the north.

Just three days ago, the Kingdom Guard escorted a group of refugees back to Bambroll, and it was hard for Ron to imagine that the Iron Guard Prince would be so kind, but it had nothing to do with him being a hermit after all, so he didn't care. It wasn't until now that he finally realized that things might not be that simple!

He could barely believe his eyes when he returned to Bambrore, a peaceful town that had been transformed overnight into an iron-blooded military fortress. The inhabitants of the city hid in their homes in terror, peeking through the cracks in the doors as a procession of knights galloped by.

To the north of Bambrol is a beautiful river that has been dug to the bridles. Thousands of men in trousers wielding shovels and pickaxes set up a makeshift line along the south bank of the river, which stretched on either side to the endless wheat fields.

Almost all the trees in the vicinity of the city had been cut down to fill in the makeshift line, which could not have been fortified in just three days. Even from Ron's point of view, this kind of improvised defense line made of wood and stone has no defensive type to speak of, and the only advantage may be that it is long enough, and it is insanely long.

Ron met the general of the hunting regiment at the Lord's Palace, a young man who looked ordinary, but the silver badge he wore on his chest was not fake. The entire Lord's Mansion had been bulldozed to the ground, all the bricks and stones had been pulled to build a defensive line, and he was crouching on the ground with another cowering young nobleman studying the evacuation of civilians.

Ron knew the young nobleman, he was Mahler, the youngest son of Viscount Sachko, who had been a street tyrant in Bambrore, and later when the Kingdom Guard crossed the border from here, he took a group of fox friends and dogs to get in, and spent a lot of money to buy a position as a logistics officer, supposedly to come back to inherit the family business with some military achievements.

Now the boy leaned in front of the general, nodding his head and bowing like a grandson, and he did his best to grovel to his own father, which gave Ron a new understanding of the majesty of the young general.

"General, Mr. Ron has arrived. When Ron saw Mahler, the latter saw him too, and hurriedly put on a smirk and reported to the young general beside him.

"Mr. Ron, you can call me El. El turned around and nodded and smiled at Ron, "Time is running out right now, so let's make a long story short." I've heard that you worked with the Cursed Sect when you were younger, and you know a lot about the undead?"

"If this is the version you heard from Viscount Sachko's mouth, then I can only deeply regret it, General. Ron ignored Mahler's fire-breathing eyes and bowed to El.

"Twenty years ago, the Cult of the Damned came to this country as a lost dog, and I followed the Paladins of the Hand of Justice as a guide across the territory of Oakland, chasing them all the way to the icy regions of the north. ”

"Mr. Ron used to love to tell stories of his adventures in the tavern, and the children of Bamblow knew it. Mahler scoffed with a disapproving look on his face.

"But your father must have known that he was not lying, otherwise he would not have spoken his name before the gallows. Mahler's face turned red with a light stroke, and although he had paid his ransom for his freedom, he did not dare to make a mistake in front of the general, who was younger than himself.

"Mr. Ron, I apologize to my men for taking the presumptuous manner to you. But now the situation is that the army of the undead has broken through the so-called southern defense line, and it is less than three days away from here. We need to build a defence in Bambrore and we need your help now. El said to Ron.

The old man was silent for a moment, looked at Mahler, who was following behind Er, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "General, what can I do for you?"

"I suspect that Bambrol has the eyes of the Cursed Sect in his eyes, and that's what they've always done. Viscount Saziko seems to have been blinded and doesn't know anything about it, but I'm sure you should be aware of it. The black knight who beckoned El to surprise stepped forward and said to Ron, "This is my lieutenant Timmy, who can provide you with the necessary force protection. And my request to you is to guide the inhabitants of Bambrol to evacuate within three days, and at the same time dig up the dark lines buried by the Cursed Sect in this town. ”

"I'm afraid it's going to be difficult, Shogun. Ron smiled bitterly, "The autumn harvest is coming soon, and it's impossible for everyone to give up this year's harvest." As for the suspects involved in the Cursed Sect, I do know of a few, but there is no substantial evidence. ”

"That's your problem, Mr. Ron. El waved his hand impatiently and said, "In three days this will be a battlefield, and if they leave now, they will be able to catch up with the ranks of the exiles, and Lady Lanstatt will provide them with refuge." If they don't want to leave, they'll die here, and that's no joke, and then my army won't have anything left to protect civilians. ”

The cold answer made Ron's face turn pale, but reason finally replaced his composure. He had seen real soldiers, and he knew that El was now determined and could not be changed. He bowed his head deeply and said in a deep voice, "I see what you mean, General. ”

"Very well, I hope to hear good news from you soon. El nodded to him, turned to Mahler and continued: "I don't care what means you use, but give you thirty minutes to gather your father's private soldiers. I don't care how valuable the timber in that forest is, you have to cut it down for me before the sun goes down......"

"No problem, General, I vouch for it with my own head!" Seeing that Ron had the support of the black knight, Mahler, who was still squirming and hesitating just now, immediately patted his chest and made a guarantee. He had been in contact with the general longer than Ron, and knew exactly what kind of temper he was.

While the job that Ron accepted was daunting, it was also a re-establishment of his prestige in Bambrore. If this old man is allowed to do his best, there will soon be nothing to do with their Sachko family here!

"Idiot......" Ron didn't care about Mahler's clown-like performance, and when he saw the dark canopy rising from the horizon, he knew that the general was not joking. So the time left for me is very tight, and I have to give it my all.

It seems that it is time to move your old bones

(Jiangsu.com)