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Just one day later, the three elite troops that originally belonged to the Herman family had already risen from their camps and began to advance eastward.

By the time it came out, the sky had already lit up for a few hourglass hours, but there was no trace of sunlight in the sky, and the haze-like clouds spread thinly and thickly across the sky, turning the sky into a kind of annoying darkness, and by the way, scattering rain on the earth. After the month of decay, as the weather has gradually cooled, the rain has become more abundant, but unfortunately this kind of rain is not the kind of heavy rain that rains transparently, but a sticky layer of water mist with a chill, flowing through the armor and staining the skin, cold and soaked to the bones.

The cold feeling above his head made Prancy shiver, he cursed vaguely, looked up to see the outline of the sun hiding in the thick clouds and only showed spots, and then a drop of rain hit his eyelids, which made the hundred-man shake his head violently!

This damn march, this unlucky rain.

Prancy shoved his helmet, and then simply ripped it off his bare head in exasperation, the studded-looking horned helmet had already made him suffer enough since the morning - the damn blacksmith must have cut corners in the forging process, and the rain ran down the slit in the stud into the helmet, and after slowly soaking the felt pad inside, the feeling of being wet and cold against the scalp was hell!

Wiping the rain from his bald head, Plancie's gaze swept over the hazy shadows in the rain and mist, and the figures formed two lines of marching formations, and the long line stretched all the way to the rain and fog at the end of the line of sight. And the rain seemed to soak away a layer of color from them, making everyone look cold and gloomy. Coupled with the mechanical movement of moving forward, it is almost reminiscent of the zombies in those ghost stories.

Noah's Hills, in fact, was originally called Noah's field - the name is very straightforward to describe its landform, legend, Noah is a giant who likes to imitate humans, but he does not have human intelligence, so every time it will only make things worse, he once saw a farmer plowing the land. He also wanted to learn, but the land he had plowed was so messy that it was like a disaster.

Even on the eastern side, which is close to the Mango Basin, the moor is still littered with a strange pattern of potholes, and in such cool, humid weather, rain and sand mix into a sticky mud that stubbornly fights with human legs and feet for the right to the boots. Even horses, in such weather, can become sluggish. Those sluts who are the most difficult to control their mouths on weekdays have also learned to close their mouths and move forward step by step.

What the hell is that......

With a whisper of curse, Prancy put the hateful helmet back on his head. Although this thing can't hold back the rain, it can make the sound of muffled thunder through the rumble of the rain curtain. It became a little smaller—when the hundred-man captain of the Seventy-fourth Knights of the Seventy-fourth Order of the Kingdom of Tumenis raised his gaze, he could see the source of the voice, the huge dark shadow in the distance.

A huge black shadow, fifty feet long and twenty-five feet wide, was scurrying forward in the rain. A low roar accompanied it, every now and then. A white smoke was sprayed out of the black shadow, covering a radius of dozens of feet, making the outline of the black shadow even more blurred, and from a distance, this huge black shadow, like a legendary giant elephant, or an earthly dragon, was slowly moving forward in front of the queue of three thousand soldiers, guiding them in the direction of their progress.

But actually, it wasn't some giant elephant, or earthly dragon, or any large, living creature.

It's a ...... Golem?

Well, in fact, as a knight hundred, Prancy has also seen those magic miracles, steel golems in the central city of the family domain. That's why he thought of what he was looking at, but although the Iron Golem was shocking, it wasn't anything special when he saw it too much - it was nothing more than a huge metal moving giant, which was just different from those legendary earth elemental creatures.

However, the thing in front of me is a completely different image.

It doesn't even have the shape of a human at all, but is closer to a reptilian creature...... The slightly flattened body was topped by a box of half-shrunken steel, a hollow tube made of metal, the thickness of a small bucket, that stretched out like a nose. If there were a few, or a dozen long, arthropod legs and legs supporting that body, then this thing could be seen as a grotesque metal beetle that had expanded millions of times.

But what allowed him to move was a set of huge wheels.

So, although it's hard to imagine, the essence of this thing, or just a car.

Admittedly, if the perception of the car is simplified as much as possible, it is not impossible to put it on this strange-looking thing - a square carriage with wheels underneath to walk on the road...... Although it is strange to walk on their own, it is said that some magicians often make carts that can walk on their own without horses or beasts of burden to tow.

But......

The Hundred Captain shook his bald head, as if to shake out the incredulity a little bit...... No matter how much he tries to understand the huge monster in front of him, he will still fall into the myth that he can't decipher.

For example, each of the huge wheels of that thing was at least half a man as tall and more than a foot thick, and although there were a few hollow caves in the middle, the faint green luster on the exterior was enough to prove that they were cast from fine steel, and the steel used up by such a wheel could probably cast a knight's whole body armor, but this strange car was divided into four groups at least on both sides, each time six in the front and eight in the back, a total of twenty-four such wheels.

And the steel-cast, tightly knit body -- what was the need to think of casting such a bulky creature out of iron? The steel of this car would be in the tens of thousands of pounds, and it would probably consume a tenth of the output of a small iron ore!

And the most surprising. Or maybe it's the heavy thing that doesn't sink into the soft ground in the rain - it's not the effect of the magic that makes things lighter. Because of the outside of this car, the layer of green light, Prancy knew - the spell was invalid enchantment, and within the scope of this magic, no other magic could work, even magic items would become ordinary things.

Or, it's not going to sink because it's on the outside of those wheels. Well, it should be said, it was wrapped around the row of iron wheels, and they were cleverly joined together to form a belt-like iron plate, which kept tumbling forward and falling as the wheels turned. A deep, wide mark was pressed into the ground.

Relying on these things, it was certainly no faster than a horse, but it was evidently much faster than a man's legs, and now it was only waiting for the infantry—Prancy reckoned that if the thing had turned a little faster, the chariot would have traveled twenty miles in an hourglass time. There shouldn't be any major problems.

What's the value of a mage asking for this kind of car? He can't cast spells in the Spell Nullification Barrier, so can he use it to hit people other than just walking? But the huge carriage and the slow degree, not to mention the cavalry, even the infantry can run faster than it. Unless it's a blind man riding a blind horse. Otherwise, how could it not be avoided?

Who knows? Or maybe magicians shouldn't be counted as human beings in the first place. It's a bunch of monsters, so want to guess what they think. It's a kind of crankiness in itself, right?

"Mistress Meliane...... I'm looking at the direction of this journey, is it possible that we are going in the direction of the Imperials?"

Putting aside the boring thoughts in his heart, he kicked the stirrup, and Prancy's well-trained horse quickened his pace a little, allowing him to pass a few knights, and walk side by side with the horses in front of him, and was silent for a while, before the captain of the hundred spoke cautiously.

But this question did not receive any response. The knight on the horse didn't even bother to turn his gaze to Prancy, except for a faint click on his thin, pale jaw in the air that showed the shadow of his helmet, as an answer to him.

In response to this indifferent response, the bald centennial only smiled, not caring at all.

He was able to mix from a scoundrel from a commoner to the current status of a knight hundred, relying on his not stupid head, a smooth mouth, and a thicker face than the iron-clad wooden planks of the city gate, so after a pause, he continued to throw out his topic without hesitation.

"However, those Imperials are very cunning, if we advance like this, will they surround us, no, sneak attack us from the flank, you know, after all, their military strength is stronger than ours, even those peasant soldiers, if they gather into a bunch of bets, it is not easy to kill them......"

"Your lord never lets his soldiers die. The half-elf named Meliane turned his gaze and glanced at Prancy, and the indifference in his gaze suddenly made the bald hundred-man pause, and the other party's green eyes were like knives, which reminded him of the arrow that had pierced his knee a day earlier! ”

Touching his helmet, Prancy laughed wryly.

Just ask the monster, what's the joke?

What the Viscount had done a day before, in the camp, Prancy...... No, all the leaders of the entire legion are still fresh in their memories - with a wave of his hand, the head of the Order was transformed into a statue, and not a stone statue as the legendary mages often used, but a crystal clear...... It wasn't a simple illusion trick, it was a real change, and after he left, everyone found a mage and two priests to check. But in any case, it was impossible to restore it to its original state. After tossing for a long time, the final answer given by a priest was that this was a spell that he didn't know, and it couldn't be cracked lightly, and the only thing that was clear was that the head of the regiment who had been turned into a crystal sculpture was still alive. He was able to manifest the crystal, the sober soul of the man.

This conclusion made everyone shudder at the time -- what is the concept of a sober soul? That is, he is still conscious, he has thoughts. It's just confined to the body of that crystal carving......

The gods are above, no wonder that guy said. You can choose between this and nailing the wooden frame - this kind of pain is simply worse than death, and it is better to be nailed to the wooden frame and wait for death than this one who will never die!

The statue was now thrown in the camp, and was being watched by the commanders of the two infantry regiments, because the mage was ...... Oh, it was Viscount Vincent who said that it was only a small punishment, and when he was in a good mood, he would naturally change it back, but if the statue was damaged. Then people will not survive.

What are you kidding, if you don't say the right thing, and you annoy the mage lord, you might be used as material for nailing a wooden frame, though I don't know what kind of torture it is, but Prancy is not interested in joking with his own life.

He fell silent, and the elf stopped talking, and the situation fell into awkward silence once more. This time, though, even Prancy was not interested in breaking it again.

Sorry for the ...... Need to wait a while-

He still couldn't figure out what the mage was trying to do to them......

If you want to take them under your banner, there is actually no trouble, although the men and horses of these three regiments are the so-called elite of the Herman family, but the knights at the bottom are also selected from among the civilians or mercenaries, just like him, when their lives are threatened. He didn't think about the question of family loyalty, as long as he replaced the original captains, the hundred captains and some of the Shi chiefs with people who were loyal to him, these troops would also change their masters. And though the mage's guards didn't seem to be much. There are only more than a hundred, but the combat effectiveness is definitely not too weak. If you want to control 3,000 people, you are actually rich and surplus.

But the mage lord didn't do that.

He didn't even have the pleasure of replacing the hundred-man chiefs, but hastily announced that his gang would need to obey the elf and the woman's command in the future, and then left the camp, only to reappear this morning, and with an order, he drove everyone out of the kingdom camp, and followed the huge golem for nearly three hourglasses on this rainy day, without telling them what they were going to do.

Is he ready to ...... Just take us to attack the Imperials?

Prancy gritted his teeth, and suddenly thought of something possible - the method of leading the troops of those experienced veteran officers, that is, to "start work" without informing his subordinates of what would happen to the soldiers. There is a certain reason for this, if you explain to your subordinates what will happen before you go to the battlefield, it may cause tension in the troops, even if the morale is high, and if the troops go into battle in a state of psychological tension, it will not be effective. The first battle of some veterans is often fought without any preparation, and under extreme fright, they will force out the potential that people usually do not wield, and if they are soldiers who have undergone strict training, the war potential that is forced out will be a little greater....... (To be continued......)