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Chapter 101: The Battlefield of Hunting and Harvesting-

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"Increase?" repeated the young nobleman in surprise, and then irrepressibly raised an octave: "Do you want me to run to that damn unknown boy and tell him that you should have been a lord this time, and it was my help that you were able to be promoted to a baron, so thank me?"

"Just as muscles atrophy after a long period of absence, idle minds also mean degeneration, so it's best to use your brain more. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the Wèn Aishang Novel Network biquge.info) I think that in that case, the Marquis may change his opinion of you. ”

The man in the robe spoke slowly, omitting the title or even the name as a sign of anger in his heart—in fact, if he could, he would have given the pampered idiot's face a ball of acid...... It is already called stupid not to think about it before acting, and it is simply ridiculous to fail to recognize the strength of the opponent after repeated setbacks.

If he had been his own apprentice, then what would undoubtedly await him would be an argument about the fact that the creatures of purgatory were investigating the source of food, or that dismemberment was related to human existence...... Even if he was not the eldest son of the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the nephew of His Majesty the King, the Master would be happy to conduct the practical lessons.

But if he did that now, it would be a pity to have thrown at him what he had cast on him before—time, and others.

“... Forgive me for being unreasonable, but you mean that this will be beneficial to us?" The mage made an unceremonious taunt, which surprised the young man, and finally became respectful: "But even if it is promoted, it will be a baron's title at most, and His Majesty may do whatever he wants in small matters, but it will definitely not create a destroyer of aristocratic traditions......, but how much difference can there be between a lord and a baron? But that's not a problem, the tax of two or three hundred gold coins a year is not difficult for a mage at all."

"For the half-elves, it's a long-awaited territory. The mage said, "The issue of the half-elves is by no means a sensitive topic for the emperor to touch, and if there is a gathering place of the half-elves near Romandy, then it is extremely normal for anything to happen in it." It won't be long before a qiē is moving towards the end. ”

Any incident, including being attacked by thieves, suffering from fire and water, and even the possibility of a half-elf rebellion, even if the probability of these catastrophes themselves should be infinitely small, but with the impetus of someone with a heart, the small possibility is also possible.

After a brief reminder, the mage shook his head and disappeared into the portal, leaving the young man alone in the hall.

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"If that's all it takes, it's true that the troublemakers will disappear, but it's ...... It's too incomprehensible. ”

Punching the table heavily, the young man gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, his father's reproach, and the loss of finances, all of which made the hatred in his heart grow like a flame. Or this resentment can only be healed by completely destroying the source of that hatred, the existence of those damned who dare to stop him.

But how?

Or...... Harvest time, is it a good opportunity?

After standing in the room for a long time, the young nobleman suddenly thought of something, and he sat down in a soft chair, leaning back and squinting his eyes.

Aristocrats are supposed to be noble, however, with the passage of time, countless baptisms of war, so that the successive kings of Tuminis, they understand that the nobility of some true nobles is not reflected in guts, intelligence, blood... Or any aspect of power that can help them get closer to victory in war, even the only noble bloodline, the moment it is sprayed along the wound to the ground, becomes worthless.

Therefore, in order to ensure that they do not repay their masters with stupidity in the event of war, to secure their own lives and victories, all the nobles of the kingdom, whenever necessary and possible to lead their troops into battle, must undergo a period of compulsory training to make them understand that the only thing that can guarantee them and their men's lives on the battlefield is flexible command. Fierce courage, skillful tactics, not the so-called noble blood.

This kind of training is called harvesting.

The word harvest, when used here, is terrifying and makes most nobles palpitate, because it means at least once in a lifetime real battlefield, a head-to-head confrontation with the legendary Imperial people mixed with the blood of the orcs.

From the founding of the Tumenes, the battlefield of this kind of battle was chosen on the border between Tumini and the Empire, a real battlefield - or a famous family like the Golden Pelican would be fully cared for, so that they could be safe on the battlefield, but a powerless new baron, a stray arrow from nowhere, was enough to make him die silently.

Yes, a real battlefield.

As a result, the young nobleman showed a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth: "On the battlefield, anything can happen." ”

The battlefield was a dark wasteland, the soil was sticky and not dry, but at first glance, it was a barren place, with only a few short dead branches that seemed to have been drained of water, standing on the ground. The vast black, emitting a faint smoke under the setting sun, like water vapor, but more delicate, condensed but not dispersed, from a distance, almost obscured half of the sky.

Several figures rushed out of the smoke.

They ran, their feet staggered, their mouths were already foaming with their breath, and some of them were drenched in blood, and the wounds of the bones were deep visible.

The few pieces of blood that were pouring out kept bursting, but they were still running and the Buddha was being chased by some kind of ferocious beast - their bodies were draped in broken pieces of armor, the rudimentary armor sewn into thick cloth, their weapons in their hands, their rough sticks wrapped in what could barely be spikes—but they were no warriors... Faces covered in mud and blood were only frightened and helpless.

Even if they are tired, they can't throw away their armor, even if they are frightened, because that's the only thing they have left, and the faint sound of hooves in the mist is a sign of death, the approaching distance.

Silvery shiny, metallic death.

Whoosh. The first was the screech of the arrow, which drove into a man's back in the whistle, but the piece of iron nailed by the cloth slightly deflected the arrow, so that the man was only pushed by the force of the arrow, and continued to run.

The essence of death appeared.

The shadow of a man and a rider approached through the fog at a rapid pace, and a spear with the power of the impact stabbed at the running man, and in the next moment, threw him like a piece of wood

The horses slowed down and slowly stopped, and the knight hung his head and stared at the ground, scarred but still struggling with his body. He tilted his face and spat out thick plasma, but he still tried to struggle.

So the knight raised his spear and stabbed the man in the neck. Mu Feng is fat and less cedar

This time, the effect was very good, and the blood suddenly broke free from the restraints, and the human body struggled for a while, and then did not move. Hao J49 macro ■ 酾酾temporal 囗囗洞酾匚康■■ post ■■

"Despicable fellow, what a ......," the young knight lifted his helmet and let out a low curse, then looked up at the sunset, which was sinking and scarlet—it had been an hourglass time, and the abundance of body and cunning running of these imperial livestock was a real headache.

The soldiers of the Empire were originally vicious bandits, death row prisoners, and even inhuman aliens.

Such killings were horrific and brutal months ago, but now that he has witnessed the way the Empire kills civilians and takes revenge with his own hands, he has become accustomed to it.

It is said that the empire called this kind of sporadic but continuous battle a hunt, and the knights were used to deal with the miscellaneous soldiers who were sent to the battlefield, just as the nobles dealt with the wild animals in those territories, but perhaps the name given by the kingdom of Tumenis was better - harvest, because in the face of superior forces, these enemies had no ability to resist in the slightest, and they were almost the same as the dealers in the fields.

But either way. There is only one goal, life.

More lives means more feats, more feats are more lives, and in the end, these things will become the basis of the knights' lives, into a territory, a group of subjects, and a happy rest of their lives.

The knight suddenly felt a little surprised.

The smell of burnt blood from the battlefield had numbed his nose, but every time the horse's hooves stepped on the wet mud, the sound always reminded him of a half-decomposed corpse - the worst of what had happened in battle, the sight of a carrion trampled by horses exploding would be enough to remember for anyone who saw it.

Flames, rancidity, blood, this is a qiē in front of the knight.

Although in the mouths of those bards, the magician is a symbol of power, the priest is a proof of piety, and the knight, always the most popular profession. To choose it is to choose glory, flowers and the favor of a lady.

The young knight snorted again, at the hellish reality.

In reality, knights are just a little more life-saving than the spearmen, and in addition to the armor on their bodies and the horses under their crotch, they will also die on the battlefield - as a stray arrow that accidentally inserts into the eye socket, or even a hole in the ground that is only the size of a rice bowl and breaks the horse's leg. As for the flowers of glory and the noblewoman, at least until the end of their service, they can only appear in dreams.

Of course, in fact, the simplest reason is that he is not a knight in the first place - just like those predecessors said, we civilian knights cannot be considered knights, but are just cavalry. Even if the gap between a cavalry and a knight seems to be only a little pronunciation, it is the biggest key to the difference and reality and story - if you want to become a knight, you must have the status of a nobleman.

It's better to be the nobles.

The knight sighed in his heart - when the true heroes of heaven arrived here in a few days' time, all that was left of the empire was the remnants of the soldiers and frontier people who had been hungry for a few days, and they could slash and slaughter them with pleasure, and then exchange the heads of these poor fellows for honor, shining medals, and even more fertile land

Something seems to be wrong.

Stagnant in his thoughts, the knight raised his visor in confusion and glanced at the battlefield under the sun, but only noticed his sporadic wandering companions, and the outfantrymen who were panting towards him—but what was the faint sense of vigilance in his heart?

There was no time for him to ponder, the answer was already revealed.

Silently, a dagger came from behind, and the tip of the tip cut a faint afterimage in the air, sinking into the knight's armor and into the back of his heart like slicing cheese.

Then the young knight opened his mouth, and at last he saw the ground, the two shadows almost attached to each other. But all the strength in his body was drained. The dagger that pierced deep into his lungs and through his heart greedily sucked his blood and life, making it harder and harder for him to breathe, and the blood foamed against the air choked on his trachea, mouth and nose, and stubbornly blocked there.

The "trap" lip opened and closed a few times, but it was hairy

At the slightest sound, he could only slam into the dirt on the ground, and a hand that had lost its strength was bound by armor, and it froze weakly in the sky.

"Rubbish!"

The man who jumped from the knight's horse let out a curse, and he pushed down his scarlet hood, revealing an equally youthful face, with disheveled half-long dark red hair, and deep brown pupils, all with extremely distinct imperial features.

The dagger in his hand swung with a wave, and a string of scarlet blood flew out of the tip of the dagger, dazzling like a jewel in the setting sun. The body of the slayer had already jumped up at this time, and the long burqa spread out in the air, rendered even more bright red by the setting sun, like a crow dying in mythology, and landed in the middle of the three husks that had just approached.

He didn't seem to waste any time, and as soon as the arm holding the dagger went around his hand, two more heads flew up in the air, and with another throw, the simple dagger had already pierced the neck of the third, and the slave who had turned and fled.

The sound of hooves sounded.

One of the nearest knights spotted his fallen companion and noticed the sudden appearance of the scarlet foe. So he rode his horse without hesitation, and wanted to stab it in his spear.

And the imperial man in the red robe is just a gentleman's hand, grasping a servant's long sword in his hand.

At this moment, the rough long sword used by the soldier seemed to glitter in his hand! The men and horses staggered, and between the blades of the sword, the heavy armor on the front of the horse spurted out a large stream of blood, and then the neck that was completely cut off was staggered, and the beast could not even let out a wail, and fell to one side, crushing his master wolf Bèi's body!

Then the knight, who struggled to get to his feet, saw a strange sight - under the setting sun, on the battlefield, one dark red shadow after another, with a slow pace through the water like a mist. Hao J49 macro ■ 酾酾temporal 囗囗洞酾匚康■■ post ■■

It was as if walking into this world from nothingness, accompanied by a strange arc of light, scattering mottled light and shadow in the air. They are like a group of ancient undead who have traveled through time and space, with indescribable depression and heaviness. Clad in crimson robes and wearing demonic black armor, these figures with spears and shields in their hands slowly revealed themselves in the wilderness, scattering in all directions, facing each of the Tumenis cavalrymen who had been scattered by the pursuit.

The scarlet banner, held high by spears, danced in the wind. On the surface of the flag, a coat of arms that looks like a blood-red magic eye and a crown totem is painted, and behind the coat of arms is a string of flying ancients

There is no time to see more.

"You hide in the darkness and sing and laugh with a loud voice, but you do not know that judgment has come. The only mercy for you is to spare you the pain and fragility of death, is there no stronger opponent?"

The hunter in the red robe raised his sword and fell, and the head flew up with the neck armor. As blood gushed out, the hunter paid no attention to the tumbling head, and only muttered to himself one after the other after the prayer.

But when the words fell, there was a response.

"It would be strange if there were masters among these cavalrymen. The voice of the reply was crisp and shrill as the speaker emerged from the waves, the rider of the jumper's mount: "But you don't have to worry, again... Well, in ten days at most, they will have a herd of fat sheep that will be sent into our hub. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Let those fools think that this is still an ordinary hunt, they will naturally jump in stupidly, and their expressions after discovering the truth must be extremely vivid and frightened, which is the best seasoning for death. The red-robed man who got the horse giggled: "Otherwise, let's make a bet, if you lose, then give me the necklace you just got, well, it's called royal power." ”

"Don't bet. ”

"Hey, I haven't said what I'm paying yet. ”

"Don't bet on anything. The red-robed hunter reached out and put a piece of silver metal into his collar: "I don't like a game with little wins. ”

"What am I talking about? You're going to lose. Alright, now you owe me two pieces of equipment enchanted, Your Excellency. Edward said excitedly. And what answered him was the old dwarf's disgruntled snort.

In front of them, in the smoke that gradually dissipated, a piece of cotton cloth, about the size of a cloak, shimmered with the warmth and luster characteristic of magical creations.

Only now it's riddled with holes the size of walnuts.

"I didn't expect to really break through the dual force field of shield technique and protective arrows, but at a distance of thirty, a fool would be hit by this kind of thing!" the old man muttered, and casually waved a flame in his hand, burning the cloth into ashes: "Moreover, the damage caused by this kind of physical object may have no effect on high-level armor." ”

"We didn't say we were going to let it pierce the armor...... As the saying goes, come out and mix, if you make a mistake, you must admit that you are wrong, and you must stand up when you are beaten."

"It's all nonsense.1 Don't worry, you little devil, I don't lack a little enchantment material fee......! I never thought of using this method."

"What good ideas can you have when you stay at home all day? If you don't have anything to do, you will get out and walk around a lot, and your head will be clear. ”

"So what do you think stimulates the mind?"

"Of course it's a battlefield. War is the ladder of human progress."

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