Lildra comes from an impetuous society.

As a historian, he often lamented this. But when you are really faced with trusting someone, you have to hesitate.

King's Landing's army is too weak.

Dismounted feudal knights (England).

Category: Heavy infantry

Equipment: Heavy chain mail, shield, and longsword.

Notes: When the situation calls for it, the feudal knights will dismount and fight on foot. After dismounting, they became excellent hoplites.

Swordsman in Armor (England)

Category: Heavy infantry

Equipment: Half-body plate armor, shield and sword

Notes: Armored Swordsmen come from a class of knights who like to dismount to fight, or who are too poor to afford a horse. Equipped with a good quality sword, they can defeat other infantry. Together, these units and longbowmen formed the main force of the English army.

Farmer (Denmark)

Category: Light infantry

Equipment: Farm Tools

Notes: Living at the bottom of medieval society was difficult and painful. During the war years, peasants were forced to stay away from their fields and enlist in the army. If you're lucky, you'll get some rudimentary weapons. Not surprisingly, the peasants were more willing to flee the battlefield than to fight.

The system gives an introduction to the army. The only people under the baron's command who can be called warriors now are Angus Gale, and the hundred Danish peasant uncles feel like they are being sent by phone bills.

"Lord Frederick, how are Angus Gael's strength in this world?" asked Lord Lildra.

Frederick smiled and sat down, he was not as respectful as an ordinary butler: "Angus Gale is enough to compete with the best knights in the kingdom of Bamholm under our feet. ”

"What is the strength of this country?" asked the baron eagerly.

"It's nothing on the mainland. The kingdom was invaded by the Asuna Empire last year, and the power of the royal family was greatly reduced, and the lords everywhere disobeyed the orders of the royal capital. We were in a very close place to the Pena Valley. The Pena Valley, the main route between the north and south of the kingdom, has just been given to the Earl of Annaba. ”

The Earl of Annaba, Cecil Latin, rose to war in the midst of war. Standing over two meters tall, this fierce and combative giant has always been known as the "Bear of Annaba".

I don't know what kind of battle it went through, but the Bena Valley, which could contribute countless gold coins to Duke Anthony every year, was transferred to Count Annaba, who was far north of the kingdom.

The weak defense of the castle must be solved before the arrival of the count's army!

Thanks to this heavy rain, the Pena Valley was blocked, slowing down the Count's advance.

The baron gritted his teeth.

Foy Lorraine spoke.

She didn't know what the two people in front of her were saying, but from the words she could understand, she could guess that it was about the owner of the land.

The mighty bear of Annaba.

What a terrible enemy.

But what is the danger of the extinction of an entire race?

"Dear Baron, I beg you once again to consider my request. ”

Half-elves, outcasts of the elven race, a disgrace to humanity.

Gradually, they formed one ethnic group after another, trying to fight discrimination with unity.

Foy Lorraine is one of them. They named themselves, "Lin Ge." ”

They live on the edge of the forest and live a simple and peaceful life.

Until the discovery of gold mines.

The greedy eyes of humans began to watch the forest, and large numbers of mercenaries and adventurers flocked to the forest, and finally, the king's banner flew over the forest.

Leave, surrender, or die!

There is nowhere to go, it is the last quiet place in the whole kingdom. The condition of the king's mercy is that he is a slave.

The Lin Ge tribe had nothing to do, and they exhausted almost all of the tribe's wealth in exchange for the promise of a half-year extension of the kingdom.

Foy Lorraine left the Horde. She really didn't want to see desperate faces.

She knelt down.

"Honorable Baron, promise us that we will be loyal to you as your people. ”

Lildra didn't have much of a choice. All he was worried about was whether the Lin Ge tribe would take over his castle.

It was a tribe of more than 5,000 people, and at least a thousand warriors could be gathered.

As the night deepened and the rain continued, the ranger and an armored swordsman hurried out of the castle.

"If you accept them, the human world will see you as a traitor and a blasphemer. Butler Frederick's words were tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

"You don't seem to be worried that they will take over the magpie's nest?" asked the baron, squinting.

"You don't understand the power of the system. Frederick was succinct.

Compared to Angus Gale, the old guy seemed to know something. But the baron knew that Frederick, the old fox, was not something he could deal with.

"Alright, Lord Butler, please take me to the grain storage room and water room to have a look, and I will confirm with my own eyes whether it is infinite grain and water. “

"As you wish, my Excellency. ”

The early morning sun hit Fenrir's face, and he shook the dung fork in his hand, causing the light to be intermittent.

Fenrir doesn't care why he's in this world, or what the future holds. The man named after the mythical giant wolf had a tall stature among the Norsemen. He tilted his head, vaguely seeing his companion in the thin mist.

He was very upset with the Danish-speaking Englishman.

Fenrir's father had always been dismissive of these aristocratic lords who had received complete knightly training. As the leader of the mercenaries, the old Fenrir, who had been out for half his life, saw through the hypocrisy of the nobles and chose to return to his roots.

Trained by his father, Fenrir was familiar with the Norse axe from an early age, instead of holding a dung fork as he does now.

Odin is on top, it's simply insulting.

With a hard punch from his shifting companion, Fenrir descended the wall. The lord's castle is undoubtedly impregnable, but it is impossible to defend it with such a few people, and what is even more odious is that the chief is actually an Englishman.

At the time of the Vikings, Britain was nothing more than a defenseless baby.

Thinking crankily and scolding quietly, Fenrir crashed straight into the crowd.

He looked up in astonishment to find that he was surrounded by fellows with farm tools.

"Fenrir, stand still, we're going to war. I don't know who whispered beside me.

Angus Gayle's discipline is strict, and they don't want to be beaten up for some reason.

Fighting? It's great. I didn't even kill anyone last night.

Fenrir tightened the fork in his hand and stared feverishly at Rildra as he walked by.

The baron, who had not been rested well, was startled by the glowing eyes of the strong Nordic man in the queue, and after guessing the sexual orientation of his subordinates, he ordered the team to leave.

Quest Name: Greetings from afar. Return to Berklung Town and defeat the Bamholm Kings** team. Reward for mission success: One random Spanish unit

Failure Reward: Becomes a Eunuch.