On the grassland, Arthur took out a full body of heavy armor and gave it to the general

Honla patted Arthur's shoulder gratefully, but didn't say much. With the heavy armor on his back, he strode towards the north, where his home was.

Boom suddenly raised his head, and the heroic battle song sounded, the song faded away, and the figure faded away.

Arthur sat down and admired the grandeur of the sunset over the prairie for a while, and when the sky was full of stars, he let out a long howl and turned into a crow and melted into the black sky.

In a small town in southern Germany, Arthur sat in a tavern, drinking and perusing a military order that was too few words to read. The only peculiarity is that this edict is written in seven languages, so it looks extraordinarily space-bound.

A few young men were talking enthusiastically, they were all new recruits who were about to join the army, they still had a yearning for honor, but they had not yet experienced the horrors of war.

Fifty percent of the taverns were now made up of such young men, and the Germans regarded it as the greatest honour to join the army and make a contribution. And as long as you can make war achievements, it is easy to become a knight or even a nobleman. And then completely change their fate.

Arthur's purpose is the same as theirs, it is also to join the army and make some military achievements. The reason why this place was chosen as the place to enlist in the army was the arrangement of Bloodthorn, there were people in the German army, and the rank was not low.

But it's not surprising that among the German generals there were also hill giants. It can be seen from the emblem order that no matter what race you are or what purpose you are, as long as you are useful, you can join and become a nobleman. But it is also subject to the temperance of the army. It also shows the courage of this Caesar V and his desire for unity.

After the last glass of wine, it was like walking to the Huibing Point outside the town, with groups of young people and some tearful mothers, which reminded Arthur of the scene when he was in college.

Smile freely. Don't think about him. Walked straight towards the soldiers in military coats. Quote your name. Home address. Almost without any hindrance, it entered the German army system. But of course. It's just a lowest-level creep.

After that, the training of local recruits will be strictly reviewed. Outlanders like Arthur are closely monitored.

Hundreds of young people get together. They all took the military uniforms they received to the ground. Talk excitedly. The small field roared. Arthur sat on a barrel in a corner of the ground and looked at the sight. I didn't mean to talk to anyone. Of course, no one took the initiative to talk to him. A stranger is a stranger after all.

At this time, a slightly chubby officer stepped onto the stage. As if to bring a wordless wave. The small venue immediately fell silent. Wait for the officer to walk up to the small wooden terrace. It's already silent.

Arthur couldn't help but sigh. This was the military atmosphere in Germany. These young men are born soldiers. Discipline as part of their education. It has become a habit. It's no wonder that the human terrain is weak enough to resist the constant attacks of the orcs.

Old-fashioned speech. But it still made the blood boil for these young people. The military was the highest class in Germany. Everywhere you go, you are respected. But of course. The living talent is. No matter how great a dead person is, he can only be hanged.

At this time, the officer suddenly asked, "Those who can write raise their hands!" Most of the people here raised their hands, and Arthur was among them.

"Raise your hands for those who can ride!" After all, horses are not something that ordinary people can afford. Arthur, this druid, is naturally no problem, let alone a horse, the giant god soldiers can be driven, the question is do you have it.

A dozen young people stood out and looked proudly at their peers around them, calmly accepting their envious and jealous gazes.

These men were trained by light cavalry, and their main job was to transmit information and reconnoiter the enemy. It has a higher chance of survival than infantry, and it is easier to make a contribution. It's basically getting out of the cannon fodder situation.

Then all kinds of training, horsemanship, fencing, spears, skirmishes. Arthur is among the top performers, which inevitably attracts some jealousy, but Arthur naturally doesn't pay attention to it, and still does his own thing.

The commander of the training camp also talked to Arthur once, and Arthur replied casually without humility or arrogance. The most important job for him every day is to communicate with the earth elemental world, although he used Quincy's power last time to ascend to the sky in one step, but to truly integrate it has to work his own.

When the three-month training was over, they were dropped to the troops in the south. Each of the dozen or so men was assigned a horse, and instead of accompanying the infantry, they walked alone through the wilderness and arrived within the allotted time. It's the final test.

Arthur chose a Longchedonian dark horse, and in this group of people can only be regarded as the last class, but not the army darkness. As the best achiever, he was the first to pick a horse. Out of a dozen horses, he chose this not very good horse in the end.

It's not that he has a good eye, and this horse is really not very physical. It's that he sees things differently than everyone else.

Others look at horses, endurance, explosiveness, and intelligence. Arthur, on the other hand, looks at horse nature, like people, some horses are brave, some horses are cowardly, some are smart, and some are stupid. But since it is on the battlefield, the most

It's not easy to be frightened, and Arthur is willing to choose a smart horse.

Even in human territory, there are all kinds of dangers in the wilderness. That group of people is going to act collectively. Arthur chose to go it alone.

Arthur stood on a hill and watched their departed figures. He also knew that he was not suitable for an organization like the army, he didn't want to lead others, and he didn't want to be led by others.

Pat Montenegro next to you, go on the road slowly, as long as you arrive within the specified time, it will be good if you can save Montenegro a little effort.

With Arthur's current strength, there was no danger on the road, and the date of arrival was just stuck on the stipulated date. Those who set out at the same time as him, day and night, arrived as early as the first day.

Arthur dismounts and salutes, reports.

The non-commissioned officer said coldly: "If it is important news, this half a day can change the entire battle situation." ”

Arthur spread his hands and said, "But no one said that this was important news!"

Unexpectedly, the non-commissioned officer turned his face to the others and said: "He is right, if it is not important news, you must cherish the horsepower, and the time we have arranged is the most suitable time, in order to ensure that you can carry out the next mission immediately after returning." You do save a little time, but the horses can't rest for half a day. ”

When everyone looked at the rather relaxed Black Mountain beside Arthur, their horses looked tired and a little ashamed.

Arthur stood leisurely to the side, pampered and unfazed. The non-commissioned officer immediately struck him again, and Arthur did the same. It's just that in this way, it is inevitable that some resentment will be added.

This is one of the strongholds in southern Germany, and it is here that Arthur is looking for someone.

After a few days of rest, suddenly one day, the gate of the camp opened, and a party entered. The armor was covered with sword marks, and the wounded were carried, proving that they had just experienced a great battle. But except for the clanging of armor, and the thumping of footsteps. There were no human voices, and the silence was somewhat terrifying. Except for the joy in his eyes when he entered the camp gate, he didn't even have much expression.

The first one, riding on a war horse, was in great shape. The red armor was very special, especially the scarlet greatsword behind his back. Although it was unrecognizable, Arthur still vaguely saw what it used to be through the pattern on the hilt. At that time it was only a short sword, and its owner looked very thin.

But the demon's power was unexpectedly strong, and Arthur felt that this person had now broken through the level of ten levels and reached a completely new realm.

Bloody Sword Keller was his current name, and the former haste had long since disappeared from his face, and now everyone had to look at him with fear. Joining the army is the right choice, regardless of the background, and the Demon Sword is constantly growing in the continuous killing, and he, the master, also draws more power from it.

In order to kill more people, he deliberately painted his armor red, which on the battlefield was no different from suicide. But he survived, and became famous in one fell swoop, and was highly regarded by the generals. His red armor had become a nightmare for his enemies, not his own, but if it weren't for the sword's constant repair of his body during the killing, he would have died a hundred times. But now, this sword has also become his biggest problem.

But in retrospect, the sword changed his fate, and although it wasn't perfect, it was better than dying like a mouse. Even if you give your soul to the devil, you have no regrets.

From a few years ago, when he dropped that bottle of poison in the small town called his hometown, he was no longer himself.

Dozens of people died because of him, but he was full of joy.

In the subsequent escape, he was absorbed by Bloodthorn and became a member. After training, it was sent here. The fact that he was able to achieve such a high status in such a short period of time has a deep relationship with this behemoth behind him.

And now, he also has to serve this behemoth, a very simple task, to recruit a person to become his servant. And he had no obedience, and anyone standing beside him would be terrified.

Reluctantly, he could not refuse this simple request, and the man was now waiting for him in the barracks. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become even more irritable, and wanted to kill him. The people around him unconsciously moved farther away from him.

He beckoned the man to his room and looked closely at the smiling little white face in front of him.

Arthur looked at him without fear, and the eyes had turned red under the erosion of magic, not the crimson of Boom, but the real blood red. On the battlefield, just a glance can make people feel terrified. Frightened people can't hold the weapon in their hands.

But it naturally has no effect on the current Arthur. After staring at each other for a long time, Arthur stretched out his hand and smiled, "It seems that this is not the first time we have met, Arthur greets you, General Keller." ”

Keller was suddenly surprised, "You're that half-elf kid!" and his tone turned cold again, "Thank you for the poison!"

Arthur said calmly: "You're welcome!"