"Damn, we're a step late. ”

Berto's sword lifted a farmer lying in a straw pile. Judging by the extent of the decomposing corpse, the farmer had been dead for several days, his face had been bitten by mosquitoes, maggots were crawling out of his eye sockets and ear holes, and the stench of the corpse was unbearable.

As far as the eye can see, the whole village is like this. Corpses were everywhere, in the wheat fields, in the windmill houses, in the thatched houses, and on the country roads, all of them were such a scene of corruption and foul smell. The bodies lying on the path, mostly men, appeared to have tried to escape when the army of the undead arrived, but without success. Sealed up in the village and slaughtered. The rotting limbs are reluctant to even vultures and wild dogs.

"All bodies must be incinerated. ”

Inya approached a carrion corpse, observed it for a while, and then said seriously and solemnly.

"Yes. The king would order the place to be set on fire and the corpses to be burned. We cannot set up new enemies for ourselves. ”

"Well, if we don't burn it thoroughly, it won't be long before these corpses will stand up again and become our enemies. ”

"I'm curious, why didn't the necromancer resurrect these corpses?"

Tallinnam asked, puzzled.

"I don't know. Inya rubbed her sore eyes, "But my guess is that the army of the undead that Heinrich left behind Gul is strong enough that they don't need these ineffective corpses to join." ”

"Necromancers have always summoned undead creatures as much as possible. ”

Berto rejects the claims of the Tyrellses.

While the three of them were bewildered by what they saw, King Charles had ordered the entire village to be burned. The soldiers piled up the bodies and burned them in a concentrated manner, and thick smoke rose from all sides, gradually staining the otherwise clean sky. It's like this war, which is constantly being polluted by an evil force.

......

"Inya. ”

At night, inside the Bartonnian barracks. Tallinnam cautiously walked over to the Rose Knight. Ever since Inya was known to the soldiers of Bretonnia, the knights of Bretonnia have given this visitor from afar a better and more memorable name - the Rose Knight. Because of her gender, roses represent women, and at the same time, beautiful roses symbolize the delicate appearance of female knights. The roses are thorny, which hints at the sonorous and resolute character of this Tyrell knightess. Because, almost everyone who approached her with a purpose was scolded back with a cold face. Except for the little-known little squire.

"Huh?"

As Tallinnham approached, Inya was taking off her gloves and baking her hands in front of the fire. It was a delicate and small hand, but the joints were unusually hard and the skin was rough. It was left behind by the perennial wind and rain and heavy objects. Other than that, Inya is definitely a beauty. She has the face of a symbolic Southern aristocratic woman. The bridge of the nose is flanked by deep, sunken eyes. Fine, pale yellow hair fluttered slightly in the evening breeze.

"You haven't rested yet?"

Looking at his crush, Tallinnham still stuttered a little. He is honest with others and naturally generous, but he has never been able to do so with Inya. In front of this Tyrell knight, he couldn't really behave naturally.

"Hmm. Inya whispered, "The air is filled with the scent of the dead, and I can feel the wails of the countless wraiths of the land. Lord Moore is angry...... It's been a long time since I've felt this anger. ”

The words of the female knight overwhelm Tallinnam, who, in a way, belong to two different worlds. Despite all its travels around the world, Tallinn still has no particular worship of a single deity. In his eyes, the gods were nothing more than the sustenance of mortals in times of despair. Unlike Inya, she believes in death and vows to dedicate her life to the Moorish gods. Her fanatical beliefs make her an outlier in the eyes of outsiders.

In the face of Inya's mystery and unwavering faith, Tallinnam stopped talking and did not delve into the topic. Because he didn't understand it, and he couldn't feel the undead aura that Inya could feel. He only knows that the big war is imminent, and tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, will be another bloody battle with real swords and guns. He was worried about Inya...... Because according to her will, in the battle with the army of the undead, she will be in armor and sword, and rush to the forefront. But Tallinn didn't want her to be hurt in the slightest, just as he did to protect his lord.

The silence was noticeable to Inya, who smiled at Tallinnam—

"You don't have faith in Moore, you can't communicate with it, and you can't feel my perception, which is normal. ”

"I just hope you don't get hurt in tomorrow's fight......"

Tallinnham plucked up courage and said. But his face turned red unconsciously. Having been in Bretonnia for a long time, chivalry, gentlemanly demeanor has penetrated into his mind. Maintaining respect for women, so that he has never said anything ambiguous and frivolous to any girl. Of course, this is not frivolous. It's just that the care in his words still made him uneasy. Will Inya know? Does she know her thoughts and thoughts? As soon as the words fell, Tallinnam was uneasy.

Fortunately, Inya smiled again and resolved the embarrassment.

"So, do you want to be by my side and protect me?"

Inya's whispers made Tallinnam blush. For a moment, he stayed where he was, helpless. The heart was in ecstasy, however, reason told him that it was impossible. He was the squire of Berto, lord of Bretonnia, how could he have turned to the knees of other foreign knights?

"Hehe, I'm kidding. Inya laughed lightly, "You are the most powerful squire of Lord Berto, and even the king of Bretonnia knows you. Such a famous squire, how could I poach you. ”

Inya's jokes left Tallinnham embarrassed. On the battlefield, he is an experienced fighter, however, in the love field, he is undoubtedly an absolute rookie. I can't even see that the woman in front of me already has a slight affection for herself. As everyone knows, the only person who can communicate with her frequently these days is him Tallinn......

"Alright, let's go back and rest. I have the best guards by my side, and they will protect me. In fact, you and I don't have to worry about our lives. Because, our fate is in the hands of death. If the decisive battle against Güll is my destination, then no matter how much others try to save me, they will not help me. If this is not my fate, then there is no need to worry, because no matter what kind of crisis we encounter, in the end we can survive and persevere. ”

Inya's tone became serious and serious. Tallinnham knew that she was talking about her beliefs and ideals again. It's a bit of a missionary. If it weren't for his sweetheart, Tallinnham would have known he was gone. But Inya is her crush...... He endured it, and listened to the female knight's pious words.