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"Hurry up, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I'm playing a horse riding game, when I was a child, my dad used to let me ride on his belly, at that time he was very fat, his belly was good, soft and big, and it was more fun to shake than riding a horse, but unfortunately Edward's belly is not very soft, that is, it is the same as a normal horse......"

"How did that old man educate? hell, how can this position be...... Teach it to a little girl? Does he often make you ......?"

"No, it's been a long time since I played with my dad about this. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)" Miss Half-Elf turned her head cutely, but obviously didn't think about anything through her brain: "Hmm, I probably already have, and I received ten ...... Twenty New Year's gifts before that long. And he said he wouldn't let me play this game with anyone else, but Brother Edward, you're no one else?"

"Hee-hee, I've wanted to play this again for a long time...... It's a pity that your stomach is really hard a little bit, and there is no way to shake it. Can you gain a little weight?"

"It's not worth it to gain weight for this kind of thing, besides...... I think your dad meant that this game isn't for you anymore, so don't get out of here! Don't shake it again, and don't enter someone's room without their permission!"

The combination of the nightdress-like thing and the shawl seems to be really evil, although the length is just enough to cover all the taboos, but it looks very good!

What's more, is it the relationship of the movement? Is it the relationship of just getting up? In short, there is a very lovely ruddy action from the skin, adding that sweet smile, and pulling the only remaining fabric of the body......

Stand...... It's a foul call......

"So ......"

"It's not okay to come in quietly!" The fierce contradiction in his heart made Edward's voice change a little - he was about to lose control of the flow of blood in the early morning, so he had to hide it by anger: "What the hell, you sneaked out of the house again?"

"No, this time I told the old man, and he happily agreed. ”

"Who are you fooling, you must have sneaked out again, and even your clothes have become this virtue. The fatal place finally got some relaxation, and someone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "In addition, this is a military camp, you can't come in casually, before being discovered by others, you'd better go back quickly!"

"Don't worry...... Elena is also going to participate in this barracks or something, and she has been knighted before, and I, as her retinue, can come and go as I please...... It was late when we came here yesterday and she told me not to bother you, but now it's fine. ”

"Hmm...... It's a little better, but when are you going to ...... Ahh

"Yes, she's here too...... She's busy putting on her armor, so I'll teleport over to surprise you. After moving to the side twice, the little girl pursed her mouth and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Hmph, what, when I mention her, my whole person seems to have changed, but Edward, you really like to make a fuss, isn't it just a little less dressed, and it won't be good......"

Well, this is really a "surprise".

Moreover, the surprise was clearly not over yet, and did not want to end - as Edward frantically pulled the blanket over to cover some part of himself, he noticed that the man who was talking was already standing at the door of the tent......

Elena's face was visibly red...... Even though she had been wearing that beautiful helmet, Edward could clearly see the blush slowly spreading on the little bit of skin she had exposed. She stood at the door of the tent. It's like a display shelf of armor.

And so the time passed in an awkward silence.

"You ......"

"Your Excellency, Master Apprentice, you have a guest...... You, you, you...... What are you doing? I, I, I...... I'm interrupted!"

But just before the situation seemed to ease, some stupid foolish apprentice got into the tent and stumbled headlong into the embarrassment - presumably by seeing a scene he had rarely seen in his life, or because it was taken for granted in his head some problem, the fellow let out a shrill like a banshee, stumbling to hide something, and then slipped out of the way!

"me......" Edward groaned.

The soul is light, who said that it is a happy thing to be bed by sister paper in the morning?

......

......

Or, more people are clearly more unfortunate than Edward.

Because of him, they are being thrown into a completely strange place.

The sun had risen high, but the faint mist that permeated the land did not seem to dissipate, on the contrary, it gathered even more - in the strange tales of the old and old, the ghosts of the unjustly killed were the most terrifying beings...... And when the souls of those who died are gathered, the strong negative energy will produce all kinds of annoying visions.

This dense fog, which can withstand the sun, is one of them.

Overhead, the sky was a swelling pale color, and the sun became a small gray-yellow ball, emitting a faint light, even in the warm breeze of the blooming season. When you pass through these fogs, your armor will become cold, and you can't help but feel chills all over your body. And add the ground that is always cold, damp, and soft, wrapped under the metal shell, and gradually stink. The surrounding sounds became empty and faint, and even though it was a team of fifty or sixty knights, the space around seemed strangely silent, and the clattering sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground quickly disappeared into the air.

"There is no doubt that you are on the battlefield right now!"

A voice was sent into everyone's ears by the illusion technique, flat and cold: "This is the real place of death, the Styx on earth, the graveyard of the Empire!

Glancing over the back of the voice, Edward sneered silently.

The River Styx on earth lives up to its name.

The bare earth in the gray fog was as black as ink had infected, and countless corpses were shallow in the dirt, many of which were old and old, but more of them were just recently extinct **, most of them had turned into that rotten brown, but if the horse's hooves accidentally stepped on it, it would burst out a large stream of fishy yellow-brown pus, and that strange smell was even far worse than blood.

And the air was already filled with this breath, and everyone had to concentrate their minds on their mouths and stomachs, suppressing the intention of letting breakfast rush out of their throats.

But the danger? Obviously, that can only deceive these little aristocratic idiots who have just come out of the cradle.

There are at least three viscounts and twenty barons here, and their status is not just a simple noble title, except for the guy who is lucky enough to blend into the team, everyone else, as long as there is a slight mistake, the entire northern garrison will probably fall into a troubled situation.

What's more, this is just a wilderness that has just left City for twenty or thirty miles, if the enemy can be allowed to enter this area, then the situation of the war may have already entered the confrontation stage, and the imperial army may have been pushed to the bottom of the city.

Oh, well, or can't say that either...... Obviously, there are still some minor tests in this kind of place, otherwise, in the end, it will be just a lie, and it is not the effect that the guy wants.

Edward shook his head - who knows, anyway, he didn't expect that these border guards would be deliberately trying to give these nobles a disadvantage, or, really to educate these future lords that as a man, they should be born to work hard to defend their homeland?

Forget it, the man's affairs are left to others to think about, and what he pays more attention to now is the snow-white horse not far away...... The knight's helmet-wrapped face was angry or embarrassed?

Or, after all, the human gaze follows the strengths and weaknesses of the predator, and when it fixes on one thing, it loses focus on the other focuses.

Just a few feet away, the black-armored knight was glancing over the figure in the robes, making a contemptuous judgment of his movements.

"Horny idiot...... Half a piece of waste!"

"Even the reins of the horse are unstable, cowardly as a mouse, useless. ”

"This one is a little bit ......"

"It's quite vigilant, but it's a pity that the eyes are scattered and not focused, and the body is too bad, so it's not good. ”

Eyes swept over all the candidates, the young viscount made judgments one by one in his heart, and in the end, the green eyes couldn't help but flash a heavy disappointment, these people in front of them, the hope of being able to become a truly good knight, I'm afraid it is still low, and it is too far from the companions they need.

The best knights, brave, elegant, skilled, noble, well-born, well-spoken, excelling in falconry, respecting the lower class and the poor, judging by his own standards...... This is the legendary quality that a knight should have.

However, the gap between reality and ideals is often like a bottomless abyss and a heavenly mountain, and such a perfect person has long been finished, and there is no such thing in this world - even the poets who are full of heroic hymns themselves understand, or it is many insincere things that provide capital for ridicule in the gap between ideals and reality. Therefore, in order to highlight the imperfections of reality, poets retell ancient legends.

The so-called fact is that the sons and daughters of the great nobles were born with the hope of becoming knights - this hope simply means that they have the will to become knights. As long as they agree, the title will automatically shine above their heads, and they don't need any recognition at all.

The sons of the minor nobles and merchant families who did not have a prominent family had to go through the formalities through formal channels, although they became the squires of a certain knight. However, their road will not be bumpy, as long as there are no huge omissions in the mix for seven years, they can still get an official position in the army,

As for those who are from civilian backgrounds, they can go through too many ups and downs if they want to realize their dreams, they can't even afford a set of the cheapest knight equipment, let alone exercise martial arts, the regular channel is to find a way to become a young soldier first, and then select to become a knight waiter, and endure the general seven-year career of miscellaneous servants, which is even more miserable than miscellaneous servants, because the power of life and death is in the hands of knights, and only excellent ability can avoid all kinds of blame, and it is okay if the knights who follow are ordinary, But many of the knights from the middle nobility had quirks that could or could not be imagined - sometimes the transformation from chrysanthemum to sunflower was the most normal one.

Therefore, it is often the easiest way to start with mercenaries - in fact, most of the civilian knights are born as mercenaries and have enough ambition and energy, after all, ordinary people would rather wander all day than be interested in participating in "holy wars", and do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives for the empire. Of course, if you want to get ahead, sometimes it's a good idea to take the off-the-beaten-path path, such as winning the favor of a rich lady, or at some point finding a few wealthy women who are willing to support them...... Among the purposes of the desperate exercise, there is also a small hope that one day it will be favored by a certain lady.

But in any case, how can those who follow these paths be expected to be full of chivalry?

Rudolph shook his head, although he was unwilling, but this was the embarrassing situation of the knights in the kingdom...... No wonder some poets end their hymns with the phrase, 'Chivalry is dead.' Only a group of cavalry remained, and they were still surviving. ’

And Rudolph is not short of cavalry, they are often best encircled by civilians, but it is a pity that they can only have spears and shields, in addition to destroying the other side, they are attacked by the other side.

But the cowardly and incompetent nobleman is also not his goal, he needs only real knights.

Shaking his head, he simply let go of these thoughts - the first test came a little faster, but it was okay to just see how these people looked. Make a decision again.

In fact, the rhetoric before the thousand people was not all alarmist, and the ground that everyone stepped on was the battlefield with the highest mortality rate of imperial scouts in the summer offensive, because the empire lacked mages, it could only use human lives to smooth out the disadvantages in reconnaissance. Those small-scale conflicts are just a kind of temptation for both sides, but whether it is an empire or a kingdom, the big people are always happy to keep tempting for months, so that sporadic attrition occurs every day......

If the nobles of the capital knew that they had introduced their descendants to such a place, they would surely have broken themselves to pieces?The young knight smiled self-deprecatingly, and then made a gesture for his own people who were mixed around to lead the formation.

"Wow, ah...... Undead monsters!"

The curated play begins with a scream, and the noble knights stop their horses, either smiling dumbly or harshly, staring at the ground, and skeletons rise from the ground in human form.

It's not a low-level zombie.

This is a game full of evil fun, and the actual low-level zombies that have not undergone treatment are not too different from skeletons, except that the rotten tendons and epidermis make zombies stronger and tougher than skeleton soldiers, and the smell of decay is also nauseous and disgusting enough, and it is possible to infect some diseases called rotting corpses, which invisibly enhance their strength.

Send these undead to rest, and there may be more people in this group, bursting with potential abilities.

"Calm down, you guys! Gather the array! Don't think that you can just be indifferent to what you can use, it doesn't make any sense, when you get to the battlefield, these tricks are useless. The only thing you can rely on is your weapons, your sword and your horse!

The young knight issued a series of orders, and the busy knights were also shocked. They began to gather their positions messily, which also showed the difference in ability, and the guys who screamed and tried to escape were immediately accused of freedom, and even forced to faint, only a few of them, like the seasoned knights, would let their eyes look over the slow and staggering undead, focusing on the edge of the fog behind them, those shaky shadows.

Those are mercenaries.

A single mercenary will not be used on the battlefield, and those who come purely for money will definitely rush to the end and run ahead, and no one can rest assured that they will entrust their backs to such people - so even if they are not capable, most of the lords still trust the peasants more, because those people's families are all under the control of the lord, and if they escape, even if they escape, their families will not be able to escape, so they can only fight desperately.

Therefore, most of the mercenaries will be used as bait, raids and other operations, the icing on the cake, can not involve the main force, and sometimes it may bring some surprises.

Of course, the mercenaries who can send troops to the battlefield in groups are commendable in terms of strength and discipline, but if they are in large numbers, even heavily armed knights will be dangerous.

Especially now, the undead are clearly far more terrifying than the average enemy - they are now gathering together, arm in arm, leg on foot hook, forming an even greater form!

"Evil undead!" a reprimanding voice sounded, "in the name of the morning light, put an end to your twisted existence." Dust to dust, earth to dust, may the glory be with you!"

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