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Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, I had already turned over twelve hourglasses. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

When Viscount Rudolph walked into the headquarters of the city guard in Hayman City, he was still wearing the old armor, but his steps had regained his composure. He was not questioned in the slightest, but there was no one to guide the young knight, but he walked through the long corridor, stopping at an ordinary wooden door, where the young thousand men straightened their breastplates and knocked cautiously six times on the door until a slight greeting came from within.

The room in the door was neat and plain, or rather, it should be described as shabby.

The most conspicuous piece of furniture, which was only five steps square, was a very large, but not even lacquered wooden table, and the chairs behind it may have been beautifully made, but now even the surface was mottled, and the last thing left was a bedding that looked like a box more than a bed, and the shriveled bedding was folded like square bricks, and the sheets were also untidy.

Other than that, only a pair of pitch-black armor was set up in one corner of the room, spotless, with a stream of magic flickering. Although the form has faded from the popular Milanese style, the defensive form of this armor is undoubted, there is no ornamentation of a leaf pattern, only a deck more than an inch thick, which is combined with each other.

It is hard to imagine that this is the residence of a great man who commands the whole of Heyman, and even the entire northwestern part of the kingdom, and at this time the owner of the room, Ingray Heman, is sitting in front of the armor, looking intently at a few pieces of paper, leaving only the guest with half-bald mottled white hair, even if the young knight salutes him with a standard knightly salute, he just waved his hand without raising his head, signaling the young man to be free.

But the young man still maintained a spear-like upright posture.

"Suddenly attacked, but the Twenty Green Knights only lost five people, and you did a very good job this time for the situation where you didn't have a caster with the team, but you touched the caster. When the owner of the room raised his gaze from the parchment, the sand in the hourglass had already flowed a small grid: "But we will not accept your previous construction, and the deceased can only receive ordinary bereavement." ”

The young knight lowered his gaze and did not show any emotion. Only the eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with some anger.

The title of green knight is just a unique classification method invented by the old man in front of him, which represents a low-level knight whose ability is not outstanding, and can only have a chance to stand out on the battlefield at all levels by fighting with his life. But these people are usually the last of the Order, and the last thing they lack is energy and potential. No one can guarantee that those young people who unfortunately died under the claws of werewolves will not have the possibility of becoming a great knight or a sword master in the future.

But the reality is that they are still only soldiers, and when they die, they can only be transported back to their hometowns, or buried on the spot, and they do not even have the reputation that a so-called 'knight' deserves.

"You kid, although it is indeed good, but this kind of personality that stuffs everything into the psychology is also undesirable at times......" The old man sighed and stroked a short beard on his chin: "Okay, okay, are you guessing that those people were also deliberately put in by us?"

This is undoubtedly a terrible question, so the answer is still only silent, so after a pause, the old man himself spoke: "The guess is a little reasonable, but if we don't come out of such a basket and deliberately let people in, you should be facing a small group of imperial spearmen, a slight advantage in numbers, it is easier to judge the quality of command skills, hone the will of the knights, and moreover, it will not be easy to lose control." It can also get a few heads for those stupid pigs to boast about, and satisfy their boring arrogance. ”

That is, there are already such plans. And a handful of ...... That usually refers to one or two brigades, at least a hundred people.

"My table this time...... It should be a rare bad, there were a few mistakes in judgment, if you choose to retreat at the beginning, the loss may be much less, in addition, this time there are two young dragons in the team, and in the face of a small number of enemies, it is not worth saying anything. ”

The young viscount finally spoke, and the love in his eyes disappeared.

"At the tactical level, the smaller the number of commanders, the higher the requirements for luck, so you don't have to blame yourself...... But it's rare that Viscount Rudolph would be so stingy with his own praise, and it seems that those two guys are really excellent. Is that the holy warrior of the Dawn Majesty?oh, what kind of demon slayer is there?"

The old man nodded: "Actually, these guys are also lucky, if it is not you but the other boys who lead the team, it is necessary to make their number a few." In fact, I also forgot to remind you of this matter, otherwise, you may have lost a few less, and you don't have to blame yourself so much. ”

"But if these people are lost, some people ...... Won't sit idly by?" the young man's face finally showed a little surprise. So the old man laughed:

'Those miscellaneous people have long since become old trees entrenched in their own territory, and therefore do not mind us plucking some malnourished shoots, according to the general standard, every year of this trial, there will always be one or two percent of the unlucky ones sent to the palace of His Majesty Kelanvo, and the really important people, such as the successors of the dozen or so old fellows, need not participate in such boring gatherings at all, and for these little ones, brushing off half of them can only be regarded as a kind of benign purge. ”

"If I were His Majesty the King, I would like to wash off my talents, so that I wouldn't have to face too many of the brain-filled wastes in various places, and I wouldn't have to spend so much effort to face so many territorial problems every year. ”

The Earl stood up, his tall body was not strong, but the short robe supported by his broad shoulders made his figure seem particularly majestic, and the old man took a piece of parchment from the table, waved his hand as if he wanted to throw away the boring things before, and recalled the topic:

"Werewolves, undead, assassins, such a combination is quite interesting, the Imperial people are less concerned than we are with provoking the so-called divine authority, and what is even more rare is that with such a small team, they can sneak under the city walls, it should be said that their ideas are much more open and pragmatic than most of our nobles who have nothing but excretion and food in their heads. "It's just that the idea of 30,000 soldiers preparing to bypass the fortress group is a bit too risky, and it doesn't seem like their own style. ”

"The last thing the empire lacks is the arrogant madman. The young knight nodded, and uttered a proverb that was confined to the region.

"But madmen are annoying, especially among arrogant madmen, there is one that is particularly annoying. We call them calm madmen. The old man laughed, but then sternly said, "You will never know how dangerous they are, how unhuman their thinking is, and whether the things that put the altars in the rituals he has set up to achieve their goals are pitiful or unimaginably many." After all, they are still fanatical believers in Isgandar, and that will not change as long as the bloodline of the empire continues. ”

Isgandar the Great. The founding emperor of the thousand-year-old empire.

Although it is said that he showed extraordinary intelligence at a young age, in fact, the founding emperor really appeared on the world stage because of a despicable murder - his father, the king of Thrace, was stabbed to death in the room by the head of his own palace, and at that time, the empire was not an empire, but a vast and sparsely populated Thracian kingdom in the northeast corner of the continent.

Naturally, this murder was not a simple hatred, and therefore it was followed by a large-scale invasion by neighboring countries. At that time, the 12-year-old Iskandar was forced to take over the command of the king's ** team, the whole country was in turmoil, the wind and rain were shaky, almost no one could look favorably on this child who had not yet held a coming-of-age ceremony, and at the beginning of the war, one-third of Thrace's territory had collapsed, and half of the country fell into the hands of the enemy.

However, Isgandar took advantage of the situation and showed unimaginable military talent - using the capital of the time as a bait, destroying the enemy's elite at the cost of the city, tens of thousands of civilians and defenders, and then using the mobility of a lightly armed knight to conquer 600 miles in three days, closing the country, eating the invaders in one bite, and in the following year, occupying nearly one-third of the opponent's territory.

Thus, this Great Patriotic Battle became the battle of Iskandar's fame and the first step in his conquest. In the years that followed, Iskandar gradually unified the northeastern part of the continent and formed a highly centralized state - he didn't name his country because he didn't care about that, as if he never cared what he had gotten.

This may also be a symbol of the emperor's ambition - the conquest of several neighboring countries was clearly not enough to satisfy Iskandar. So in the thirteenth year of the imperial calendar, Iskandar made another grand gamble, took out the wealth accumulated by the royal family in the past, sold all his real estate and herds, and began to build a huge army with the strength of the country.

It is said that one of the generals asked in bewilderment, "Your Majesty, what do you keep for yourselves?" "Hope!" Iskandar replied crisply, "I keep my hope to myself! It will bring me infinite wealth!" Then, with an insatiable desire for conquest, Iskandar left his homeland and embarked on a journey of thousands of miles.

The Emperor's 'hope' swept half the continent like a spark of fire, and before he died, he occupied almost all the maps on this side of the Central Mountains—in fact, if he hadn't died untimely at the age of forty-six, the whole continent would have been in his possession. But because of this, his kingdom has never had a unified name.

Out of awe, people called his country "Empire". It is also because of his actions that there is no way back in his life, and some historians who have a lot of criticism about this emperor have given him a less elegant generic name.

Emperor gambler.

"It's in the nature of gamblers that they don't have just one attack...... As long as they have even the last copper plate in their hands. ”

"So do you think they put more or less on the table this time?"

"Imperial Iron Stream, once every three years, but in the last five years, they have not carried out a large-scale attack, presumably for the sake of a big bet and tightened their bellies, either this time, or the next time. ”

The old man shook his head, this kind of forced gambling is really tiresome, not only because you can't leave until you decide whether you win or lose, but also because the right to bid has never had one home:

"Our capital is too small, although fools know that attacking costs more than defense, but here, we have to face half of the empire, so if we simply defend, will not be able to survive more than a hundred years. It's just that the Imperial people are not stupid, on the contrary, they are very sophisticated, so don't expect the good food they give you, blindly opening your mouth will only make you be poked in the throat by the iron thorns inside. ”

"So, how do we do it?"

"Bait, the empire can do this, so can we,"

"But there are too few baits to make the empire tickle. ”

"No, imagine their purpose, you know, in fact, the bait, is also easy to choose. ”

"But isn't that too risky? And if it fails, the cost is unimaginable......

"War is not just gambling, it's about everything. ”

......

"It's not going to work everywhere, so you'd better not talk about this kind of idea. ”

casually stuffed the spirit crystal servant into the dimensional bag, and at the same time cut off that, "Strong push is also a kind of art and learning...... Edward shook his head to make sure that the unpleasant ......memories were buried entirely.

But I couldn't help but stretch out my fingers and brush them lightly on my lips.

There seemed to be a soft fragrance there, but when the memory returned, some spicy tingling came back to my cheeks—the feeling of being slapped with an iron gloved hand was really not good, especially after a lingering kiss. No matter how weak a hand is, it's the same.

Or, I was a little too excited at the time, and there was really something wrong with it...... Like Miss Half-Elf said?

"Edward, you idiot, Elena is a girl anyway, how can you kiss someone else's lips without permission! and in front of so many people...... You idiot, idiot, big fool, you think she's yours...... Huh!?"

"But she didn't object at first......"

"At that time, it was normal to kiss your forehead and bless you! But who made you gain an inch? You pervert!"

Well, no matter what, the result of impulsiveness is that from that time to the present more than a dozen hourglass hours, the hero and heroine of the story have no chance to meet again, the holy warrior on the grounds of recuperation, firmly tied the door of the room, and even let him beg for mercy and apologize outside the door, and tried his best, but he resolutely did not say a word, and Edward now has a headache - To put it simply, that ordinary wooden door couldn't stop him, but the other party was Elena after all, and if he took any more drastic actions, he would probably have to face not a slap, but a sword blade shining with holy light!

As a result, Edward found that all he could do was sigh and sigh......

By the way, there is another problem - the consequence of this moment's impulsive action is not only the temporary loss of two companions, but also the bringing of a group of companions.

Well, not a companion, it's a group of worshippers who killed a necromancer with the power of one person, forced back two, killed a group of undead, and killed five more werewolves with a single move...... If this kind of record is in the eyes of a mage, it can only be regarded as a good performance, but in the eyes of a group of mortals, it has become a typical example of invincibility, and at least half of the twenty or so minor nobles who are the audience are now often following this '** master', trying to get close, and the burning gaze is enough to annoy the person concerned.

For example, now, I am already standing in the darkest corner of the training ground, but there are still two clever guys, who follow after a while, and they are really like shadows.

However, in the face of the silent black-robed mage, they didn't dare to make a mistake, so they followed not far behind, pretending to appreciate the training of soldiers not far away, but they were obviously absent-minded.

"The path of a soldier is to go to the battlefield, whether it is a recruit or a veteran, whether it is a commoner or a nobleman, and dying in a foreign land is the noblest glory...... Warriors do not die, warriors live forever. "A master officer is howling hoarsely, doing subtle work for the soldiers, but the loud slogans have become the object of ridicule of the two boring guys,

"Snort. I have never seen a great nobleman die in a foreign land. Even if something goes wrong with them, just surrender directly, it's a big deal to send a sum of money," one of the fat men commented, and then his voice couldn't help but be dim: "It's a pity that our gang doesn't have this opportunity." ......”

"Where is it so easy...... Unlike the great nobles such as marquis and earls, we have lived on a pitiful fortune for each generation...... If you don't have money, you can't decorate the façade, and you can't be handsome. If you don't want to tighten your belts like this, you can only work the battlefield to gain recognition. If you make a contribution to the war, you may be rewarded with a territory, so everyone is crazy and fights for their lives. I don't have time to worry about the danger of life and death...... Whew......"

"Ha, it's not easy to survive, once you find that your body is not enough, throw away your horse and robe, and pretend to be a gardener or something?

"It doesn't seem to work, because then I'm afraid that the chance of death is greater, and the international nationality of the bottom line"

"yes," "No, you don't understand, the spearmen have always been unlucky...... The so-called spearmen have been lucky since ancient times, and they are lucky to ......"

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