Talking to Browning Dragon Knight, Aldington didn't gain much, and he was still confused about Dragon Knight, but at least he knew that as an awakened knight, he had a key to open the door.

Early the next morning.

The camp of the dragon knight Browning began to pull out the camp from the settlement of Changmei Mountain Rong and migrated to the depths of Huaguan Mountain. Aldington followed the ranks of the knights, and soon got the news that the knights had launched a night attack last night, and destroyed a large number of primitive tribal settlements.

The three settlements of Changmei Shanrong were all exterminated, the shaman priest was killed, and the tribal berserkers were captured, and since then there is no primitive tribe of Changmei Shanrong in Lima Xiongling.

War is so unforgiving.

Riding on his horse, Forstavo kept revising the poems, and finally made a long narrative poem called "The Night Battle of Corolla Mountain", which recorded in detail the glorious results of the battle. It's a pity that the end of this poem did not attract any natural blessings, and it is not up to the classic poem.

"Although it failed, I am still satisfied with this poem, classic poems are hard to find, not to mention this kind of propositional narrative poem, which can rhyme appropriately and have interesting content, is enough."

Forstavo chanted it several times and said proudly: "My "Narrative Long Poems of the Dragon Knight with Faustavo" has another good poem! ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Aldington chimed in.

Seeing that from time to time, there were knights who followed the horsemen, escorting a group of Shanjung natives to the outside of Huaguan Mountain, his heart still seemed heavy. Although he didn't feel that the strange-looking Shanjung natives were the same kind of humans as himself, even if the kittens and dogs were abused, he was uncomfortable, and he was human.

But this is war, this is the cruelty between civilizations.

"Think it's cruel?" In Browning's tent, the ordinary-looking dragon knight was painting, and his hobby was painting, and a graffiti work could sell for more than 100 leva in Versailles.

But to be honest, Aldington looked at Browning's paintings and always felt that there was no artistic conception.

"It's true that some, many Shanjung children, shouldn't be able to survive without their parents. I think they should be kept with their mothers and taken care of a little bit. ”

"Don't underestimate these mountain jungs, they are like weeds all over the mountains, even a one-year-old baby can grow up with a little broth. If it weren't for the fact that the fertility of our low-level commoners has not weakened, and with the fertility of the aristocracy, which is stronger and more difficult, it would not be us who occupy the fertile land. ”

"Sir, I can understand and agree with the discussion, but I am a little embarrassed."

"Weakness is the original sin, and you have to keep it in mind."

"Yes."

"The study of the dragon knight is long, it is more about your own understanding, and then you don't have to come to the camp every day to follow me, go to join Hanks, and then you will also participate in the battle, and each of you will go to accumulate combat achievements." Browning waved his hand and decided to come down.

Hanks Dahua Whelan, the head of the guard with a straight face at all times, flashed enthusiasm in his eyes, and immediately led thirty knights to join the battle sequence. As a servant of the dragon knights, he was quickly accepted by the knights directly under the king, and with them they charged into battle and plundered the battlefield.

The pace of the war of blood and fire does not stop for a moment.

Just like the ants who moved, the knights carried the spoils back and forth to the Golden Corolla Fort, and everyone was reveling in the face of this feast.

Before the blood on his face had dried up, the horn of the charge sounded again, and Aldington wiped his face indiscriminately, took the heavy spear handed by the one-eyed Parker, and resonated with the knights' fighting spirit, like a violent wind swept through the settlement of the Shan Rong tribe, and the warriors' heads flew up.

"Roar!"

"Man-eating butcher!"

One of the tribal berserkers roared, then draped the wolf skin on his back, quickly transforming into a werewolf who reached a height of three meters. This is a wolf-skin berserker, the wolf's skin is fused with the body, so that he has a layer of hard wolf hair, and his face has also turned into a wolf face, and his eyes are green.

The wolfskin berserker takes the agile route, as if he were actually a cunning wolf, and keeps moving forward with the help of obstacles, trying to snipe the knight.

But before he could kill, Baron Hanks jumped high from his horse, purple light bloomed, he had already put on the armor of the phantom beast, the phantom sword in his hand, and collided with the wolfskin berserker, and at the same time did not forget to turn his head and order: "The knights continue to charge, hunt ordinary warriors!" ”

Aldington was not involved in the battle between the top classes, he had his own battlefield, and as the Knights fully charged, the enchanted heavy spears continued to pass through the chests and heads of one Native warrior after another.

It's as easy as pinching an ant to death.

When Hanks pinched the wolfskin berserker's head and held it high above his head, the Knights slaughtered all the resisting warriors and shamans, and the remaining natives were all prostrate on the ground, trembling. Aldington, on horseback, relieved from his feverish mood.

Turning his head to look at the bloody settlement, those broken bodies, speechless to tell the bloodshed just now.

"Young master, take a sip of Milega, this is the fruit wine brewed by the secret method of the Flying Locust Mountain, it is very fresh." One-Eyed Parker rode over and handed over a kettle.

Aldington pushed the kettle away: "I'm not thirsty. ”

It's true that I'm not thirsty, but I want to vomit a little, and I've been involved in the battle since the day before yesterday, and I killed for the first time in the charge, and I didn't feel anything at the time, and my brain was all occupied by excitement. However, when the battle was over, he looked at the mess all over the place, his throat swelled, and he almost vomited several times.

If he really vomited, then he would definitely be the laughing stock of others, a knight, and he would not dare to kill.

Fortunately, at that time, One-Eyed Parker saw Aldington's discomfort and handed over the fruit wine, called Milega, which allowed him to successfully suppress the vomiting. At the end of each subsequent battle, Parker One-Eyed would come over to deliver Milega, and today, Aldington no longer needed Milega.

"War will make people grow up overnight, young master, you are very talented, you have experienced this blood and fire, and no stone can stop your steps."

Aldington smiled slightly: "Parker, don't comfort me, my psychological quality is indeed a little worse than that of ordinary knights, and it took three days to adapt to it." ”

"This is young master, you are too merciful."

"Perhaps, but from now on, I'll be as iron-blooded as the other knights." With that, Aldington rode towards the nearby tent, "You four help me unarmour, and then stay outside the tent, I have some understanding of marksmanship and need to be sorted out as soon as possible, don't let people disturb me." ”

"As you wish!"

The One-Eyed Parker four-man helped Aldington remove his armor, and brought water for him to wash, and then guarded outside the camp tent, stopping the knights who wanted to come to Aldington one by one.

In the tent.

Aldington was indeed tidying up his marksmanship, and every time the Order charged, he would have a new layer of spirit for Mountain Lance, and the same would be true for Eagle Lance. It's still early to understand the two marksmanship, but he has a vague understanding of the meaning of the two marksmanship.