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This time I will use the OP for exclusive use

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The third watch broke out in battle, and the second watch participated! Brothers, please smash the tickets with more momentum! Smash the tickets to your heart's content! The number of this book group 275625734

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The bristle brush slipped between the fingers that had drained the power and fell to the ground. His mouth grinned slightly, but he couldn't say anything. His eyes widened, and his breathing became disordered.

There are some things that can't be dealt with with with a smile on the past, the so-called things that are difficult to say and unable to react to—the 13-year-old boy has seen it for the first time.

Locke's strict knightly education kept him from making excessive gaffes, and some of the ordinary civilians who lacked the relevant education were already sitting on the ground.

Stained with various solid-liquid attachments, the white cloth of almost unrecognizable primary color covered several wagons carrying goods, and the driver's face was saggy, his eyes were wide open with dark circles, and the fluffy beard on his chin filled his facial expression with a more neurotic puzzle. The stains on the white cloth dried and oxidized to a terrible brown, the twisted armor peeking out from the cracks, the stench in the air silently told the story of the wagon's carry, and behind the wagon was annotated by a procession of lifeless and gray-colored faces like a coachman.

After paying a heavy price, the crusading forces reaped the rewards—defeat.

Well-equipped;

Trained;

Kong Wu is powerful;

There are a lot of them;

Magicians and nobles go together;

A human army with too many favorable factors to work.

Defeated by a group of pointy-eared bandits.

No one can convince themselves of a reality that is too unrealistic,

The soldiers cheered loudly with joy on their faces, the wagons carrying the treasures and booties recovered from the enemy's lair, the flowers for celebration were sprinkled, the girls embraced and kissed the warriors covered in dust in the beautiful clothes they had chosen after several days of trouble, the parents handed their returning children celebratory wine, and the merchants took advantage of the excitement of the celebration to sell the goods at a high price.

- The return of the army that everyone expected, believed, and waited for should be like this.

The army of lightheartedness and imagination returned, and the predetermined illusions were cleanly shattered by the decadent, desperate, and unbearable aura that permeated the queue, and the stunned expressions that preempted the thinking were also part of the annotation of the situation.

Elves –

Defeated the humans.

Everyone feels like they're having a nightmare, the scariest kind of horror.

In the name of the Supreme Mother Mother Goddess! a bunch of earthy, stupid elves nesting in the ravine! No, it can't be, it can't be, this group of pagan pigs defeating the elite and brave knights of mankind!!

The coarse Albion, the obscene embryo of Castile, the savage orc mongrel, the ferocious group danger ...... Despite the possibility of losing to these garbage bastards!, the elves ...... The clergy of the church, the lord of the castle manor, the troubadours and rappers who wander around have a certain kind of mental deficiency, weak elves with low force and mana, and the elves who are supposed to accept human rule unconditionally have inflicted heavy losses on a heavily armed human army?!!

A nightmare within a nightmare, a nightmare of reality that shakes even faith and common sense.

"Victor...... Victor !!!"

Wrinkled faces, pale silver-haired old women rushed out of the crowd and threw themselves into the gloomy carriage. Slipping from the white cloth fell a charred black and russet left hand, a rose rosary of inconspicuous style and luster wrapped around the wrist that had lost any life, dazzling in the sunlight, and the terrible scream split the strange stop, tearing at the restless and trembling nerves of the crowd.

"Hell, stop that crazy woman!!"...,

The commander on the white pure back waved his wand, and the lead-gray face of the gloomy owl cursed roughly. The soldier, trained by the whip to obey orders like a domestic dog, rushed at full speed towards the old woman pulling the white cloth.

Perhaps they had not eaten enough breakfast or had exhausted too much body after a long journey, the soldiers were unable to pull the old woman crying her son's name away from the siderail of the carriage, and repeated pulling had no effect, and the soldier who had exhausted his patience lifted his foot and kicked the old woman in the abdomen like kicking away the nasty garbage, and in the exclamation of anger and fear of the crowd, the old woman clung to the cloth sheet that refused to let go and drew a low parabola and fell to the ground.

The image of pathos and depravity freezes for several seconds, and the girl's screams of extreme horror make it difficult for onlookers to keep their vocal organs silent.

The carriage was piled with corpses, and everyone had already guessed it. They have also seen and touched corpses, seen thieves and robbers hanged and beheaded, and had the privilege of witnessing heretics being burned at the stake. Even a wagon of corpses should be able to withstand it.

Piled up in a mess of ...... Corpse parts.

The carriage carried pieces of what people once called human beings beyond the boundaries of imagination and tolerance.

None of the corpses were considered complete, the missing limbs, the bursting of the abdomen and chest, the hanging of unknown organs, or the shrunken and charred pieces of flesh were piled up in the carriage, and the pile of flesh was completely undignified in the presence of any deceased, and the casualness, disgust, and heavy stench of corpses that carried waste and disposed of garbage came with the terrible fishy wind, and the horror of being on the edge of hell stirred up the gradually boiling uneasiness of the crowd.

"Victor !!!"

The old woman struggled to her feet from the dust, her calloused hands poking out of the fence of the soldiers' sturdy arms, and the charred figure with the rose rosary wrapped in the pile of corpses met Locke's bewildered eyes along the waving arms.

The limbs below the thigh disappeared without a trace, and the center of the blackened blood-red section protruded a terrifying white leg bone. There was a piercing wound of a crossbow arrow in the shoulder blade, and the empty, abyss-like hollow eye sockets still had the embers of the last cry for survival.

Locke suddenly remembered the toy soldier he wanted so badly when he was six years old, and finally discarded after being broken by the neighbor's big boy. The soldier who couldn't close his eyes until he died and the tattered doll that he threw away after getting tired of playing with it were inexplicably alike.

The commotion of the crowd shouted the names of relatives, and the two streams of people, who could not hear each other's shouting, pushed and cursed each other. The loudest and clearest voice was the old woman who tore at everyone's heart.

"Arrest the mad woman who is messing up the queue! This heretic! She's a spy of heresy!!"

The commander-like man raised his wand encrusted with rubies, and the manas around him gathered into an atmospheric vortex, and the roaring wind was about to turn into deadly fangs.

"Be like a man, Viscount, did the Mother God give you the power to drive Mana, and His Majesty the King gave you a wand to make you show prestige to the mother who gave her children for the country and the faith?!!

The powerful shout of rage was like a thunderbolt, screaming that the crowd that was about to get out of control held its breath and stopped its movements, and turned together to look at the source of the angry voice, and the commander, who had a high head, twisted his neck viciously, and stared at the people who dared to openly rebuke the nobles with bloodshot cloudy eyes.

The act of seeking death was a tall, strong man, with a tall figure slightly lower than the gaze of a lewd man riding on a pure body, with strong muscles that held up linen clothes reminiscent of rocks and anvils, and the scars on his body from many battles were visible on the surface of his skin that had not been covered by linen. The thick sideburns and silver sideburns that are equally hard to distinguish give the decent facial features a ferocious aura similar to that of bandits and bandits. ...,

The man with a non-good-looking face pressed his left hand on the boy dressed as a knight's squire, and the cold light of anger and disdain pierced Viscount François Faucher in his eyes, and the next moment he would launch a charge-like resolute expression without regard for class, dignity and the like.

"Is the mother who lost her son heretical—the right and power to adjudicate this matter is not you, Your Excellency, but the Almighty Mother Goddess and her spokesperson on earth. Your Excellency, have you forgotten about this?"

"Knight Edgar Pierre, do you have what it takes to teach noble magicians?!

"That's right, Lord Viscount. I'm not a magician, and I don't have a good brain. Participated in three Lapland border orc defense battles, and now he is just a low-level knight who has nothing but brute strength, and is nothing in the eyes of you, sir. ”

Speaking honorifics, the content does not back down. The spicy counterattack hit the viscount who was about to go berserk from the mouth of the seemingly rough man.

"However, there are even more amazing people above you who are commanding the battle. Let the Earl who is waiting for your old man to go back and report the [Great Victory] will not be there for a long time...... Is that good?"

The [Wind Fang], which could be released at any moment after changing the direction of the attack, stopped any further movement, and the street fell into a dead silence like no one in the middle of the night for the third time. The cold knight from a civilian background and the mage viscount who has accumulated 6 generations of bloodline confront each other motionlessly. Locke, who had wanted to rush out to protect the old woman, felt the power of his palms holding his shoulders relax, and the squires closest to the viscount noticed that their pretending calm master's face was hot, and his hands were trembling.

The confrontation did not last a minute, for there were many more important things—such as how to justify the defeat to the Count of Agen Toraton, to appease the anger of the distant cousin, to absolve himself of his own responsibilities, and so on—many times more important than the petty matter of a mad old woman entangled with a tasteless and unruly lowly knight.

With a cold snort, the viscount put away his wand, and the spell was lifted. Tugging at the reins, the obedient and purely neurotic master once again took the rhythm of his trained steps in the direction of the Earl's Castle. The demoralized army also began its silent march again.

The sharp-eared horses, like their masters, could not see behind them, catching the sound of spit and whispering like the outer soldiers approaching the crowd. The horses, unable to respond to human emotions, are in sync silent with the humans who have avoided the unfriendly sounds of their gaze.

"Coward!"

"Sycophants!"

More than one person whispered such expletives, and Locke could hear many resonant words.

In the scolding, you can also hear the small sobs that can not be suppressed anymore, and they are as low as comforting words. Surrounded by shock, accusation, doubt, and disgust, the army dragged its long black back slowly towards the Earl's Castle.

- It looked like a funeral queue.

The churning emotions in his heart were suppressed and calmed down, and looking at the queue that he once longed for was now a wolf, Locke didn't know what to say.

Seeing the defeated soldiers and miserable corpses returning from the battlefield, it was difficult for the knight acolytes who had always been happy to smile anymore.

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Brunhill: This is the second shift as agreed, and there will be another watch in the evening!