The cold wind blew, pulling the military flags and tents, and after the day's fighting, the soldiers were exhausted and went to bed early. Sentinels patrolled the makeshift barracks walls.

The valley was dark, except for the campfire in the camp, where the stars were shining.

Tarlenham couldn't sleep, and without taking off the armor he wore during the day, he went straight to the wall of the camp and stared at the endless night in a daze.

Bretonnia, Wood Elves, Vampires, Mogul, Beastmen...... Tallinnham recalls what he has experienced over the years, like a dream, full of cruelty, blood, savagery and romance. Valliant knights in armor charge in the golden light of the setting sun, Pegasi soar through the air, and beautiful wood elves, the fantastic forest of Etholoren. Everything, like a dream, makes Tallinnham sometimes wonder if it's real.

"Tallinnam. ”

His comrade-in-arms Felibel came over and woke Tallinn from his deep thought. They were good comrades-in-arms, working together for Lord Berto, and, in the same capacity, they were both horseback squires. It's just that, compared to Filibel and the others, Tallinnam's status will be higher, he can guard Berto's side around the clock, and sometimes he can have dinner with Berto, which is absolutely not a treatment for other attendants, and it should be said that there are few attendants in the whole of Bretonnia who have such treatment. Filibel was sometimes blushing, but it was normal for Tallinn to be treated so favorably, he was the only squire who followed Berto all the way from birth to death, and no one else had such an experience.

"Can't you sleep too? ”

Tallinnham asked with a smile.

Filibel nodded, he was not allowed to drink alcohol in the army, otherwise he would really want to bring a few bottles of wine and get drunk with Tallinnam.

"Can't sleep. ”

Filibel replied, smiling and staring at Tallinnam in front of him. But Tallinnham saw the clue.

"Something?"

Tallinnam's gaze shifted from the endless darkness outside the camp to his comrades.

"Nothing important, just ......"

"Just what, my brother, if you have anything to say. ”

"Well, brother, have you heard? ”

Filibel leaned over and said mysteriously.

"My background?haha, someone is talking about something again, right?"

Tallinnham asked with a smile. It's not the first time Tallinnham has heard all sorts of rumors, and rumors about his origins have been going on since he was brought back from outside by Berto. Tallinnham has long been accustomed to always knowing who he is and where he comes from, no matter what others say. Kislev is his hometown.

"Well, many people are whispering that you are the illegitimate son of the lord. ”

Filibel leaned in front of him and whispered.

Hahaha......

Such remarks can't help but make Tallinnam laugh, from the beginning of the street child, to the current illegitimate child, it seems that there is a lot of gossip among the people. But when you think about it, it's not unfounded, who let the whole castle, only one of them be able to stay by the lord's side around the clock? Such a relationship, to be honest, does exceed the relationship between the lord and the attendant.

"But I'm not. ”

Tallinnham replied with a smile.

"Really, isn't it?"

Filibel leaned close enough to ask again. His gaze was more envious than curious......

"Not really. If I were Berto's illegitimate son, Anna would have killed me. ”

Tallinnham said with a smile. Zero Long Literature Network

"That's ...... too"

Filibel nodded thoughtfully.

"But this rumor seems to have a big impact, you've met King Charles, haven't you?"

The young comrade-in-arms Filibel asked.

"Well, before we set out, my lord and I met the king himself in the capital. ”

Tallinnham replied sincerely.

"The king said you were a lot like Lord Berto......"

"So what? It's just an unintentional joke. Besides, there are many people in the world who look alike and have similar personalities. ”

Tallinnham then replied with a smile. Because he really didn't take such rumors to heart, is power and status really that important? Tallinnam is very satisfied with his current situation, he can participate in every battle, and he is at the forefront of the battle, and in the past few years, he has felt his rapid growth. That's enough. That's what he followed Berto for. As for in what capacity he remained in Bretonnia, he didn't care at all.

But the people around him cared......

"Even if it's just a joke, it's not the same when it comes out of the king's mouth. And Lord Berto has never had a son, you know that......"

Filibel looked at Tallinnam, his eyes full of seriousness.

Just as Tallinnham was about to retort, there was an uneasy commotion under the dark canopy.

"What is it?"

Felibel was also vigilant, having been at the forefront of the battle for many years, making them particularly sensitive to such unusual sounds.

Tallinnam and Filibel stared at the endless night with wide eyes, trying to figure out the source of the sound, but human vision was limited, and even if they kept their eyes open and stared, they could not find what was hidden in the night.

Soon, strange noises erupted outside the camp of the Bretonnian coalition.

"Quick! Inform the lord!"

Tallinnam shouted loudly, even though he hadn't seen the enemy yet, but his years of combat experience had taught him that the sound was anything but extraordinary. The camp is in danger!

Felibel hurried down the wall, and when he rushed to the lord's tent, Berto was fully armed, took up his sword, and organized his knights to prepare for battle.

"Lord Lord......"

"I hear you, the real main force of the undead is coming. ”

Berto spoke calmly, and with that, he turned on his horse and rushed straight to the king's resting quarters.

"Enemy attack!"

In the next second, above the fence of the camp, the rapid shouts of the patrol guards sounded. The alarm bells are ringing......

Standing on the wooden wall, Tallinnham looked at the black waves that rose and fell in the night sky, and he knew that it was not the waves, but the countless undead advancing them.

"Archer!"

In the moonlight, Tallinnham drew his silver sword and shouted loudly. All the soldiers in the garrison entered a combat state.

In the central camp, the old king Charles personally mounted his war horse, put on armor and shields, for the sake of Bretonnia, for the survival and hope of this kingdom, he must once again personally go into battle, the Holy Grail Knight next to him quickly drew his sword after a short prayer, and followed the king out of the camp.