Misunderstanding to the Combustion OP and the second teaser![sp=player.ku6./refer/uKJ_RTEoYIV5z8EBhxg43Q/v.swf]

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Thank you very much for your support, but at this moment, "Heart Hunting King" has caught up again, and the situation is urgent again!

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"Forward!Forward!Stay ahead, line up!!"

"Bastard!Can't tell the difference between left and right?!"

"What are you doing here, idiot!!"

"Damn it!!!"

Locke's ears were almost exploding with all kinds of abuse, roaring, and complaining, and the occasional whistling of the whip tearing through the air, the crunch of flesh coming into close contact with various objects, and a few screams for mercy could be discerned from the collapsing noise.

[How is this the case?]

Turning his eyes to look around, the boy experienced the huge gap between beautiful imagination and reality, and the sense of disobedience and depression forced the boy to regurgitate a depressed sigh from his stomach pouch as heavy as a stone, and precipitate his doubts in his abdomen.

In front of the young man who silently sighed and shook his head, a crowd of people wearing armor, leather armor, and ordinary cloth clothes walked on the dusty road.

It can only be called a "crowd".

It is difficult to say that it is [army].

It's too much of a grade difference from the awe-inspiring title that follows.

Glazed-eyed, dissatisfied, and even resentful, a collection of people who barely managed to maintain discipline and obedience by whipping them donned uniforms, took up arms, and formed a queue was not an army at all. To describe it reluctantly, the image of a laborer or serf, who may have been driven away by the foreman, is more apt for this marching procession on the verge of chaos and order.

After replacing the sickles, pitchforks, chisels, and hammers with swords, shields, and spears, and the clothes of soldiers, these people still looked more like farmers than soldiers. These unregrouped Volunteers were the main components of the Second Crusade against the Niflheim Valley, and their job was replaced by killing the pointed ears instead of harvesting wheat and planting the fields, building bridges and roads.

The armies described in the knightly biographies, poems, and stories that Locke read were always high in morale. Rely on a devotion and steadfast faith to move forward, kill the ferocious infidels and the orcs who murder innocent people and believers, and fight stubbornly to the last moment even in the face of a strong enemy.

The young squire saw the army in real life and ......

There is no so-called comparison at all, and the crusade teams organized last time are much more pleasing to the eye than the group in front of them.

[They should be trained for at least a while longer.] 】

The opinion that could not be spit out muttered in his stomach and sank back.

- There is no time for that! The Count does not have that face!

Pierre's anxious and indignant answer reveals that there is no room for rebuttal.

The autumn wind swept through the gap between the armor and the cotton fabric, and the coolness swept over the restless body, and the heavy steps stepped on the withered yellow leaves, making a rustling sound.

The pace of [General Winter] is getting closer and closer to Argentolaton, and if the bandits in the Niforheim Valley are not solved this time, the next purge will have to wait for the beginning of spring next year. The bad guys, heavily protected by the snow-covered mountains, will become even more tricky, requiring more sacrifice and pain than they do now to eliminate this group of pointy-eared bandits.

No one likes to pay more to achieve their goals, and even though the glorious knights have always been very gentlemen, they still don't want to suffer unbearable losses when fighting heretics. Defending honor with one's life is premised on value for money, at least enough to get a high enough price from the guy who took his own life, not the other way around.

At the moment, the new tactics and weapons of the Sharp-Eared are still defensive in nature, indicating that they are not strong enough to sustain an attack. But what about when they have built up enough strength to take down Agen Toraton?...,

It's a wild world, where there are no rules of engagement for wars between different races, and there are no international treaties signed between great powers that are not very respected. The only rule is the simple law of the jungle, humans will loot and slaughter conquered fortresses, and orcs do the same?

No one dares to imagine how the injured party will retaliate against the previous perpetrator, and generally does not want to think about it. With the signs of something like this in front of them, the humans knew in their hearts what was going to happen.

A disaster.

Military, political, faith, property, civilization...... All-round disaster, all kinds of collapse.

"Death will not allow savage heretics to enslave our children!Under the protection and guidance of the One Supreme Mother God, Marfa, we will surely defeat the evil race!!"

At the departure ceremony, the Count of Agen Toratong pulled out his wand and made a vow, and the nobles and knights who were infected by the love were in response, pulling out their wands and swords and pointing to the sky, and the passionate oath of "Defeat or Death" shook the atmosphere and the crowd.

The crowd, who had previously been unhappy with the grumpy soldiers, erupted in cheers in response, and the new raiding party was not only tasked with keeping everyone safe, but also many relatives, fathers, and sons were part of the 800-strong team. Looking forward to victory, and praying for the safe return of their loved ones, the blessings and prayers poured over like a wave.

In addition to trust and affection, there is another reason why no one admits to cheering for this.

Compared to the [omnipresent] and [omnipotent] mother goddess, the army in front of him is one of the more realistic reliance of Agen Torathon, and only when they destroy the damned pointed ears, will the days of fear end, the [war tax] will be stopped, and the things that have been forcibly bought can be cashed according to that piece of paper.

A grasshopper on a rope can't escape the heavy blow of defeat.

In fact, the Knights Templar, who attended the ceremony, were also relied on by the civilians, taking on the responsibility of the last barrier of Agen Toraton. Everyone should treat each other equally, and different guardians are. The fools, who were more concerned about whether they would go bankrupt due to a military defeat than whether they would attack the town with pointed ears, only sent cheers and blessings to the raiding party that protected their investment, and the faces of many of the monks of the church became very strange at that time.

On the other hand, they have been given too heavy responsibilities and expectations. The crusade team invisibly added unnecessary psychological pressure, and the spiritual encouragement cooled down slightly, and it didn't take long for the pitchfork in his hand to be replaced with a sword, and the recruits, who were far from qualified, immediately showed all kinds of bad signs such as uneasiness, depression, and even desertion. The officer who supervised the recruits had to use a flexible whip, a solid scabbard, and a simple slap to tutor the stupid guys who had been hot for three minutes, and the situation improved slightly.

Even more worrisome was the attitude of the Comte de Argent Toraton, who was personally the commander of the raiding party, towards the signs of instability.

The Count, who personally led the troops, ordered the supervising officers to severely punish the soldiers who violated military discipline, and further instructions, such as regrouping and repositioning the recruits, were not mentioned at all.

The Honorable Earl was not in a position to deal with the unseen potential danger, and in the Earl's mind there was a slight confusion among a few foolish peasants—such a trivial matter was not as important as the camping arrangements.

The Comte de Argent had never expected civilians who had been touching their weapons for a few days to take on the role of the main force of battle. That responsibility could only be entrusted to the Count's Order, and the glory of the post-war victory, the gold mines of the valley, belonged only to the great noble magician, specifically - himself.

The poorly trained recruits are tasked with two tasks - triggering the dastardly trap of Pointy Ears, where magicians including him, who observe specific phenomena and analyze their mysteries to determine how to destroy them, and make sure that there are still enough troops to capture the nest of Pointy Ears after making the necessary sacrifices and gathering information. ...,

The Count, having carefully studied the previous fiasco, also brought out his most elite troops, 50 griffon knights, to take on the heavy task of aerial reconnaissance and annihilation of ambushers. Under the watchful eye of elite knights riding domesticated flying dangerous species, the cowardly ambushers have nowhere to hide and will be steaming fresh bait for griffins.

The Count was very satisfied with the sound strategy he had devouted, and with the strength at hand, any form of resistance from the pointed ears would be crushed and crushed.

The honor, the gold, and the serfs of the Conqueror of Niflheim all belonged to the wise Count of Agen Toraton.

Filled with pride and excitement, Piaget filled his list of assets with new content.

There must be no surprises.

As for the Mother Goddess belief and protection...... In addition to praying and needing this rhetoric to inspire the soldiers' sense of battle, it can only be said that this fifth-pointed high-level wind and fire dual-attribute great magician is really limited in his devotion to the gods and beliefs.

Just as he thought.

The mother goddess who only appears in religious texts, stories and legends is not a good person who responds to requests, and the wise mother goddess is only on the side of the victor.

The Count's opponents had similar thoughts, and the commanders of the warring sides had some common thoughts on the point of being ungodly, and the people involved in the church did not know what kind of wonderful expressions they should make.

"The total number of enemy troops on the ground is about 840, and it will be confirmed again!"

Private Fritz clung to the rope to keep his body from falling, and the thick rope was a little uncomfortable, and the scout, tightly wrapped in a winter suit, like a smoked ham, repeated to his commander.

[Soundproof Enchantment] so that the sound does not come out of the range of effect, even if you shout, you don't have to worry about being heard by the guy who shouldn't hear it, and the pointed ears wrapped in thick earcups by Corporal Bell can clearly hear the deafening shouting in the cold wind that is almost frozen.

"Plus griffons 50 rides, close to 900. ”

The retractable monoculars were stored in the fur coat, and the white mist from the mouth was blown away by the 4,000-meter-high cold wind in a blink of an eye, and the ground maintained a 60-degree tilt posture as the black dragon's body returned to a horizontal state.

The landscape seen from the dragon's back shifts from the yellow-green staggered earth painted with ant-colony-like lines and small dots like floating flies to the norm, with tightly fitting black scales, flat wings, and sharp horns as the theme, filling the field of vision with the vast and infinite sky that magnified the minds of the inhabitants of the ground.

The scenery is magnificent and beautiful in its seclusion, but the elven passengers, who are wrapped in dangerous thick furs, are only concerned with their tasks and preventing themselves from freezing to death, and have no leisure to enjoy the wonders.

With the tension of war looming, those involved rarely enjoy that luxury, especially on the elven side of the defense.

"They are moving at about 7 kilometres per hour, and at that rate, they can reach ...... before dark Dora.4 area, Lord Nidhogg, please report to His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief. ”

After Bell's trembling words with his teeth striking up and down, the tubular horns rose and fell a few times, and the black dragon, which relied on Mana's omnipotent power to soar through the atmosphere, began to make contact with the distance.

The columnar crystals on the dragon's forehead shone brightly, and the power of the rebellion against the theory of magic was helping Nidhogg to make a mental connection with his master, and the information gathered was immediately shared with the rear.

“900...... Nearly 900 troops ......"

Looking down through the windbreaker at the queue of humans wriggling like caterpillars spliced together with pieces of meat of different colors, I had never seen an 11-year-old private who had never seen several times more than the number of inhabitants of the entire village gather in one place to act in unison, swallowing saliva, and the cold wind whistling in his ears could not hide the clear sound of [coo].

"Nervous, boy!"

"Talent...... Not at all!!"...,

Fritz's tone was slightly tense and highly tense.

"It's the first time I've seen so many humans, that ...... It's a bit messy. ”

"Oh, that's a normal reaction, boy. No one saw 900 armoured animals running towards their house without any reaction. ”

There was an inexplicable sharpness in the corporal's explanation, but when it comes to the human army, what elf will give a positive evaluation?

"To be honest, I was scared too, 900 pigs can be slaughtered to exhaust everyone to death, but this time...... I'm afraid no one has a chance to show Xiàn. ”

"Huh?"

The private made a suspicious voice, and the young corporal, who had participated in the first black market tour, pursed a smile from his lips under the cold mask.

"It's that the whole village is an audience today, and the starring role is only that one!"

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Small theatre time

Brunhill: There have been no human guests, which has bothered readers.

Li Lin: Today, we specially invited Jean Rock Knight to make a preview for us for the next issue, and the sound is in the teaser part after the OP of the opening video.

Locke: The humans who finally mastered the elven base have finally launched a general attack! A black-haired humanoid suddenly appeared in front of us! The guy who destroyed three Gundams with just one plane - it's an ace! Friends who have been killed one after another, and, I- Will I die?

Li Lin: Ah, I won.

Locke: The Mountain of Shock!

Li Lin: It's foggy! You kid actually wants to kill your father-in-law!