The rain was cold and wet, and the air was filled with an unrelenting mist, like a cloud floating on the ground, which enveloped the entire Bretonnian army.

Like Tallinnam, the rest of the legion was drowsy in the cold, damp weather. If it weren't for the military order, I'm afraid many people would have not wanted to hurry. They were chasing the army of the necromancer Heinrich, and the army of the undead went in the direction of Quinaris, which meant that the wood elves were forced to get involved in the war.

Tallinnham heard that the Wood Elf Legion had once again assembled on the forest border, and a handful of Elven rangers even ran to Tancred's castle to help. Once upon a time, Tallinnham was full of expectations for elves, they were like mythological characters, beautiful, immortal, with beautiful appearance and clear voice, both in terms of artistic creation and combat skills, they were much stronger than humans.

However, since the last Mogul invasion and the Bretonnian Legion joined the defense, Tallinnam's view of these elves has changed completely. They are so arrogant, even a little self-admiring, that they can't tolerate too much interaction with the races of the outside world. Except for a few elves who live at the edge of the forest and are adjacent to the human territory of Quinarith, they will be more enthusiastic, and the other elves, like ten thousand years of ice, are reluctant to communicate too much with people from the outside world.

"Stop moving forward. ”

Ahead, the latest orders came. It was King Charles's order, delivered by the squire cavalry all the way.

This is the end of today's march. They're going camping.

The surrounding terrain meant that they had to build their tents with the original materials and barely spend the night again. It was a savannah, in the middle of the legion, a small raised hill, on which Tallinnam knew that the king's tent was on top of it, and that it could be used both as a lookout and as a military bulwark, and that the wall was bound to be built around the hill. In this way, in the event of an enemy attack, you can hold on to the high ground and fight from a high position.

Tallinnham remembered his situation when he followed Lord Rhodes, under whom the civilized armies of the north of the world were walking on thin ice, and they often had to face enemies many times their size, the Beastmen, Greenskins, Norscans, etc., and the soldiers of Blackhammer were not as bold as these Bretonnians, but only used fences and trenches as fortifications.

According to Lord Rhodes' requirements, if you want to camp, the fortifications must have walls and traps, and the camp must be near the water, even if you want to camp on the high ground, you must build a fortification to reach the water source. You can only camp after you do this. Today, in Bretonnia, there are similar requirements, but they are much more stringent than they were when he served under Rhodes. Of course, it is not surprising that Bretonnia has the best knights in the entire Old World, and the valiant knights will protect us, which is almost the traditional culture of Bretonnia.

"Tallinnam!

Not far away, a familiar shout was heard.

Tallinnam followed the prestige, it was his friend Felibel, who was busy helping the lord set up a camping tent. In the hierarchical kingdom of Bretonnia, the king's tent had to be built at the first time, followed by the dukes, the marquises, and finally the small lords in the various places. Although Berto is an alternative lord, he still does not break some of the most basic rules.

It's just that every time he camps, this "valian" lord chooses to camp on the outskirts, and in the event of an enemy attack, Berto and his knights must be the first to meet the foreign enemy...... As a result, Tallinnham often heard the soldiers complain that their lords were responsible for their honor, regardless of whether they lived or died. Or rather, Berto is to show himself in front of the king and show his head. But each time the soldiers only talked in private, and continued to work, after all, Berto was still very good to the knights and civilians in his territory. Love Me eBook

"There is a situation!"

Just as the tents were being set up, the sentry guard shouted. Then, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing, drew their weapons and stood inside the fence. Staring at the earth at dusk.

In the pouring rain, a cavalry contingent of unknown origin stood in the rain curtain, keeping a certain distance from the camp. It wasn't far enough to see their banner without being wounded by the archers.

"Tyrellle's freelancer, Innia Calradia St. Calvin, from Lucini City. There is an urgent request to meet King Charles!"

In the distance, a crisp female voice was heard.

In the rain, this cavalry team was neatly equipped, the armor was black and shiny, the horses were heavily armoured, and the knights were equipped with standard riding spears and swords.

It was indeed strange to the Bretonnian soldiers, but not to Tarlinam. As they wandered west from Kislev, he and Lord Berto passed through the Tyrells. I have a certain understanding of the customs and folklore there, as well as the brief situation of the army. Such free-rider units were not uncommon in the Tyrells, and there were times when the knights of the Tyrells could not be called true knights, as they did not follow tradition and value honor as the knights of Bretonnia.

In the free kingdom of Tyrrell, money is paramount, and it is not uncommon for armed knights to become mercenaries of local lords for money. Tallinnam didn't know why this army of knights was here, but it was certain that they didn't come for money, and the Bretonians wouldn't hire foreign knights......

"Those who are unknown are not allowed to enter the camp. I can't even meet the king!"

The guards shouted in response. The archers did not let their guard down, and continued to aim their arrows at these strangers.

"Listen, people of Bretonnia, I know that you are fighting against the forces of evil, that darkness is about to envelop the land, and that the necromancer Heinrich has approached the forest of Etholoren with his army of undead. There are tens of thousands of bones buried in the ancient battlefield, and if you don't let me in and inform your king, the dead will come back to life, countless undead will pour out of the ground, and darkness will envelop the world of the living. ”

The female knight shouted. Even from a distance, the sound is still crisp in the ears.

The guards hesitated, and at this time, Berto himself also came out. Standing beside Tallinnam, Berto looked at the knight in the rain curtain, frowned, and then turned to the guard and shouted—

"Tell the King! you can't afford to have important information. ”