It seemed that it was another gray and cloudy day, and Bischoff rubbed his gray hair, sighing that this strange weather was probably a sign of a rainstorm to come.

As a mountain keeper in the Moketu Territory, Bishov has been working in this nameless barren mountain for more than forty years, but if you add in the years that his family elders have continued this position, he can only say that it is an uncountable amount of time if he does not know much arithmetic.

Wu...... Yes...... Wu...... yes

There were strange sounds in the distance, but Bischoff was used to it, and it might feel new or strange to happen once or twice, but to wait for the number to rise to the hour, measured in years, would only make people feel boring.

Or is it that the gloomy weather has made Bishav, who usually only likes to be in a daze, inexplicably have many novel ideas today, and the oxygen content caused by negative air pressure has decreased, which makes the brain hallucinate?

Think about when that voice appeared!

It seems like three years ago, yes, it hasn't stopped for three winters.

There seemed to be some strange people at that time?

Yes, a group of knights who Bischoff didn't know how to describe it, but he felt that he was full of nobility, passed by him to guard the barren mountain, and traveled to the distance where he was now constantly making strange noises, and one of the most impressive knights, Bischoff, recognized as a tax collector in the Moketula.

Although Bischoff was reluctant to recall the experience of knowing the tax collector, the severity of the tax collector's direct order to kill a large group of tax evaders on the street did make him frightened.

I still remember that cold-blooded eyes and indifferent tone made him recuperate for almost three months even when he returned home, and barely stopped thinking about what happened to him.

However, it was also because of this that the first time he encountered the knights, Bishov hurriedly lay down on the side of the road with cold hands and feet, and buried his head deep in the depression on the side of the road.

Bischoff could only listen to the sound of horses' hooves galloping along the path not far away, and the bad episodes that he couldn't stop and tease him did not appear, such as the knights stopping to tease him.

However, in Bishaw's mind three years later, he kept complaining that he was too timid at that time, and he didn't even see his face clearly, so he saw that the tax collector was the first to do it, and he didn't know what the whole team of knights was like at all, so they dared to get up and look at the luxuriously dressed people from afar when they ran away.

After thinking about it for a long time, Bishov came up with an adjective, like a hero dressed up in a legendary story.

Well, as a lowly mountain guard, Bishov only listens to stories to know some outside news, and he can't read books to understand the world.

But Bischoff always had a question, what did the knights do at that time, did they go to a distant place to kill demons like heroes?

But recalling the tax collector's face, Bischoff was a little skeptical of his definition of a hero for them. 678

Aimless speculation is Bischoff's main way of passing the time of his usual boredom, although the air pressure is so low today that his brain has been rising, as if something wants to run out of his head.

Pack up your clothes and cover up the wooden door, no one will actually stay in this barren mountain and wilderness, and the weakness caused by not eating salt for a long time is enough to bury all the wild survivors.

Bischoff reached out and tied the hat strap on top of his head, and had already figured out that it would rain and that it would not be a good idea to go out without rain gear, and he Bischoff was not a fool.

The barren land here simply can't support much vegetation, and the whole barren mountain is only a few shrubs that rely on their long roots to absorb water from the bottom of the mountain.

Boom ...... Boom ......

Before Bischoff reached the top of the mountain, the voice in the distance changed for the first time, although it was still intermittent, but the more intense sound made Bischoff unacceptable for a moment.

Soon, like a red-eyed bison that had been stimulated, Bischoff, unable to vent his emotions normally, turned around and ran down the mountain, his little wisdom making him just want to run back to his house and hide.

100 meters, 50 meters, 10 meters, Bischoff ran very fast, and in a few minutes he was about to run back to his wooden mountain hut, but unfortunately, his footsteps stopped ten meters away from the hut.

A sharp spear pierced his chest, and Bischoff, who was at a loss as to what was happening, was still shaking his legs and trying to run back to the hut in front of him, but as the tip of a knight's spear was raised, he could only die silently with the last muscle twitching.

Following the knight's spear, a knight in black armor and black armor stood up, and behind him was a group of knights who were constantly pouring out of the mountain, the same black armor and the one-piece waistcoat covering the horse's body, and a whole team of knights was silently passing through the nameless mountain of the ink kettle.

Dimo shook the knight's spear in his hand with ease, and cleanly threw the impaled corpse into the nearby wooden house.

As a preemptive explorer, Dimo immediately jumped over the hill and found this farmer or mountain dweller who was running wildly, and remembered what the dead man was wearing just now.

Cleaning up all the people who may expose the trip is the order that Di Mo received, naturally he will kill this person who has no grievances with him in the next second, and he has no trace of murderous guilt for his life by obeying orders.

After checking that there were no omissions, Dimo quickly turned his horse and galloped forward, and the two knights who replaced him behind him were approaching him out of the knight formation, and after jumping out of this barren mountain, the largest grain-producing plain in the vast Moke Territory was in front of him.

Turning his gaze upwards and downwards, following the route of the knights, he could see countless knights in the mountains and forests preparing for their journey, and the incessant strange chirping was actually the trumpet of the army.

And in the depths of the deep mountains and old forests that cannot be seen directly ten kilometers away, on a calm lake as black as ink, a team of neat knights is constantly shuttling from the other side of the lake, as if the entire lake bottom has become another world, and a steady stream of knights is constantly converging, and the whole team then merges into the knight army that is rolling out.

An invisible aura of blood brake gradually condensed above the knight legion, and the originally gloomy weather suddenly surged, and the black in the sunlight was swallowing the color of the ground in an endless way, without a single reflection of light.