Chapter 101 The Battlefield of Hunting and Harvesting-
Chapter 101 The battlefield of hunting and harvesting-
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"Increase? You" the young nobleman repeated in surprise, and then raised his voice an octave uncontrollably: "Do you want me to run to that damn ignorant boy and tell him that you were supposed to be a lord this time?
I helped you and you were promoted to Baron, so you want to thank me?"
"Just like muscles will atrophy if they are not used for a long time, an idle mind also means degradation. Therefore, you'd better use your brain more. I think that way, the Marquis may change his view of you."
The man in the robe spoke slowly, omitting the title or even the name as a sign of the anger in his heart - in fact, if he could, he would have shot an acid ball in the face of this pampered idiot... He had already weighed the words without thinking before taking action.
To be stupid, to still not recognize the strength of your opponent after repeated setbacks is simply ridiculous.
If he is his apprentice, then there is no doubt that what is waiting for him is an investigation and experiment on the food source of purgatory creatures, or a demonstration on the relationship between dismemberment and human body survival... Even if he is not the eldest son of the Minister of Finance, His Majesty the King's
The nephew and master will also be happy to conduct the above-mentioned experimental courses.
But if he did that now, it would be a pity for what he had thrown at him before - time and other things.
"...Please forgive me for being unreasonable, but do you mean that this will be beneficial to us?" The mage's unceremonious ridicule surprised the young man, and finally he became respectful: "But even if it is an improvement, it is only at best.
It is a title of baron. His Majesty may do whatever he wants on small matters, but he will never create a noble person.
A destroyer of ethnic traditions, but how much difference can there be between a Lord and a Baron? There is an additional hereditary right and you can own a territory. Well, having a territory means you have to bear some obligations and pay annual taxes... But that is not a problem.
, a tax of two to three hundred gold coins a year is not enough to trouble a mage at all."
"For the half-elves, that is a long-awaited territory." The mage said: "The issue of half-elves is by no means a sensitive topic that can be easily touched by the emperor. If a half-elf appears near Romandy,
It’s a gathering place for elves, so it’s extremely normal for anything to happen there. It won’t be long before everything will end.”
Any incident, naturally including being attacked by thieves, suffering from water, fire or natural disasters, or even the possibility of a half-elf rebellion. Even though the probability of these disasters themselves should be infinitesimal, with the help of thoughtful people, the slim possibility is still possible.
After a brief reminder, the mage shook his head and disappeared into the portal, leaving only the young man standing blankly in the hall.
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"If it's just like this, although it can indeed make those troublemakers disappear, it would be... too unreasonable."
Punching his fist heavily on the table, the young man gritted his teeth and muttered to himself. His father's censure and financial losses made the hatred in his heart grow like a flame. Or he could only find the source of that hatred, those damn ones who dared to stop him.
This resentment can be healed only by the complete destruction of existence.
But how?
Or... harvest time is a good opportunity?
After standing quietly in the room for a long time, the young noble suddenly thought of something. He sat down on a soft chair, leaned back on the chair and squinted his eyes.
Nobles should be noble. However, with the passage of time and the baptism of countless wars, the ancestors of Tuminis learned that the nobility of true nobles is not reflected in courage, intelligence, bloodiness... or anything.
In addition to the ability that can help them get closer to victory in the war, even the only noble bloodline will become penniless the moment it is sprayed along the wound to the ground.
Therefore, in order to ensure that they will not repay their masters with stupidity during the war - to ensure their own lives and victory, all the nobles of the kingdom, as long as it is necessary and possible to lead troops on an expedition, must undergo a period of compulsory
Through comprehensive training, they understood that only flexible command, strong courage, and skillful tactics can guarantee the lives of them and their subordinates on the battlefield, not the so-called noble blood.
This kind of training is called harvesting.
When the word "harvest" is used here, it is terrifying and makes most nobles palpitate, because it means a real battlefield at least once in a lifetime, a direct confrontation with the legendary imperial people mixed with the blood of orcs.
Since the founding of Tuminis, the battlefield for this kind of battle has been on the border between Tuminis and the empire, a genuine battlefield - or famous families like the Golden Pelican will take sufficient care of them, allowing them to fight on the battlefield.
He could be at ease, but for a new baron with no power, a stray arrow coming from nowhere is enough to kill him silently.
Yes, a real battlefield.
Then, the young nobleman showed a pleasant smile at the corner of his mouth: "On the battlefield, anything can happen."
The battlefield is a deep black wasteland, the soil is sticky and not dry, but at a glance, it is a deserted place, with only a few short dead branches that seem to have been sucked dry of water, standing on the ground. The vast black, in the sunset
There is a faint smoke underneath, like water vapor, but more delicate, condensing and not dissipating. From a distance, it almost covers half of the sky.
Several figures rushed out of the smoke.
They were running, staggering, and foam was spraying out of their mouths as they breathed. Some of them had blood dripping from their bodies, with wounds visible to their bones. As they moved,
The few plasmas kept bursting out, but they were still running as if they were being chased by some ferocious beasts - their bodies were covered with broken armor, the kind of simple armor with iron sheets sewn on thick cloth.
Protective gear, they held weapons in their hands, and the rough wooden sticks were wrapped with things that could barely become spikes - but they were by no means warriors... There was only fear and helplessness on their faces covered in mud and blood.
Even if they are tired, they cannot throw away their armor, and even if they are frightened, they cannot throw away their weapons, because that is their only support, and the faint sound of hoofbeats in the mist indicates the approaching distance of death.
Silvery, metallic death.
Whoosh. The first thing that came was the scream of the arrow. It nailed a man's back with the roar, but the iron piece nailed to the cloth slightly deflected the arrow, so the man was only hit by the arrow.
Staggering due to the force, he still continued to run.
The essence of death appears.
The shadow of a man and a horse passed through the mist and approached quickly. A spear carried the power of the impact and stabbed the running man. At the next moment, he was thrown away like a piece of wood! The wood jumped over the fat Xiuu@
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The horse slowed down and stopped slowly. The knight lowered his head and stared at the human body on the ground, which was still struggling despite being scarred. He raised his face and spit out thick plasma, but still tried to struggle.
So the knight raised his spear and stabbed it into the man's neck.
This time the effect was very good, the blood suddenly broke free of the restraints, the human body struggled for a while, and stayed still. Hao j49 macro ■酾酾酾temporal囗囗图嚚囗溷■■Post■■
"Despicable guy, you are so patient..." The young knight held up his helmet, uttered a low curse, and then looked up at the sunset that was gradually sinking and becoming crimson - it had been an hourglass time, these empires
The livestock, with their abundant physical strength and cunning running methods, are really a headache.
The soldiers of the empire were originally vicious bandits, death row prisoners, and even inhuman aliens.
Such killings were horrifying and cruel a few months ago, but now after witnessing the way the Imperials killed civilians and taking revenge with their own hands, everything has become normal.
I heard that the empire refers to this kind of sporadic but continuous battles as hunting. It is very vivid to use knights to deal with the miscellaneous soldiers sent to the battlefield, just like the nobles deal with the wild animals in the territory, but maybe Tumi
The Kingdom of Nice gave a better name - harvest, because in the face of superior troops, these enemies had no ability to resist at all, and they were almost the same as the bankers in the fields.
But no matter which one it is, there is only one goal, life.
More lives means more meritorious deeds, and more meritorious deeds mean more lives. In the end, these things will become the basis of the knights' lives, turning into a territory, a group of subjects, and a relaxed and happy rest of their lives.
The knight suddenly felt a little bored.
The bloody smell mixed with the burning smell on the battlefield had already numbed his nose, but every time the mount's hooves stepped on the wet mud, the sound always reminded him of the half-corrupted corpse - that was last time
The worst situation we encountered when we went into battle, the sight of rotting corpses being trampled by horses and exploding, is probably enough to be remembered for a lifetime by anyone who has seen it.
Fire, rancidity, blood, this is everything in front of the knight.
Although in the mouths of the bards, the magician is a symbol of power, the priest is a proof of piety, and the knight is always the most popular profession. Choosing it means choosing glory, flowers and the favor of a noble lady.
The young knight snorted again, because of this damn reality.
Knights in reality are just miscellaneous soldiers who have a little more life protection than those spearmen. In addition to the armor on their bodies and the horses under their crotches, they will also die on the battlefield - because of a stick accidentally inserted into their eyes.
There are flowing arrows in it, and even a hollow in the ground that is only the size of a rice bowl with a broken horse's leg. As for the glory flowers and ladies? Ha, at least until the service period expires, they can only appear in dreams.
Of course, the simplest reason is that I am not a knight to begin with - as those seniors said, we civilian knights cannot be considered knights, but just cavalry. Even the difference between cavalry and knights seems to be only in pronunciation.
It's just a little bit different, but it's the biggest difference between reality and the story - if you want to become a knight, you have to have the status of a noble.
Those nobles are better.
The knight sighed in his heart - when the true heroes of heaven arrive here in a few days, the only remaining soldiers and border residents in the empire who have been hungry for a few days will be, right? They can happily kill them,
Then use the heads of these poor guys to exchange for honors, shiny medals, and even more fertile land.
Something seems wrong.
Stopping his thoughts, the knight raised his visor in confusion and scanned the battlefield under the setting sun, but only noticed his scattered companions wandering around and the panting infantrymen running towards him - but there was a faint vigilance in his heart.
What's going on?
There was no time for him to think about it, the answer had already been revealed.
Silently, a dagger came from behind. The tip cut a vague afterimage in the air, and sank into the knight's armor like cutting through cheese, and into his back.
So the young knight opened his mouth wide, and finally saw the two shadows on the ground, almost touching each other. But all the strength in his body was taken away. It was deeply pierced into the lungs, and the dagger that passed through the heart sucked greedily.
His blood and life made it harder and harder for him to breathe, and the blood foam choked his trachea, mouth and nose against the air, and stubbornly blocked it there.
The "trap" lip skin opened and closed several times, but it appeared
In the end, he could only make a thud and fell into the soil with a thud. A hand that had lost its power was bound by the armor, and it was helpless and stiff in the sky.
"waste!"
The man who jumped off the knight's horse cursed. He pushed down his scarlet hood, revealing an equally young face, messy half-long dark red hair, and deep brown pupils, all with extremely obvious imperial characteristics.
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He waved the dagger in his hand, and a string of scarlet blood flew out from the tip of the dagger, dazzling like a jewel in the setting sun. At this time, the killer's body had already jumped up, and his long robe was stretched out in the air.
The setting sun turned even brighter red, like a dying crow in mythology, falling on the three soldiers who had just approached.
He seemed to waste no time. He casually circled the arm holding the dagger, and two more heads flew into the air. With another throw, the simple dagger had already pierced the neck of the third servant who turned around and ran away.
The sound of hooves sounded.
A knight who was nearest noticed his fallen comrade and also noticed the sudden appearance of the scarlet enemy. So he rode up without hesitation and wanted to stab him on his spear.
The imperial man in the red robe was just a gentleman, holding the sword of a retinue in his hand.
At this moment, the rough long sword used by the soldier seemed to become gleaming in his hand! The man and horse were intertwined, and the sword blades were flying. The heavy armor on the front of the horse suddenly spurted out a large stream of blood, and then was
The completely severed neck was staggered, and the beast couldn't even utter a cry, so he fell to one side and pinned his master embarrassingly under his body!
So the knight who struggled to stand up saw a strange scene - under the setting sun, on the battlefield, dark red shadows one after another moved through the mist like waves with slow steps. Haoj49
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It was as if they had walked into this world from nothingness, accompanied by a burst of strange arc light, scattering mottled light and shadow in the air. They were like a group of ancient undead traveling through time and space, with indescribable depression and heaviness all over their bodies. They were dressed in scarlet.
In robes and demonic black armor, these figures holding spears and shields slowly revealed their appearance in the wilderness, scattering in all directions, confronting everyone who was separated from the team due to pursuit.
, the cavalry of Tuminis.
The scarlet flag was lifted high by a spear and kept dancing in the wind. On the flag was painted a coat of arms that looked like a blood-red magic eye and a crown totem. Behind the coat of arms was a string of
flying ancient
No time to see more.
"You hide in the darkness and sing and laugh loudly, but you don't know that the judgment has come. The only mercy for you is to save you from the pain and vulnerability of death. Isn't there a stronger opponent?"
The hunter in the red robe raised his sword and dropped it, and the head flew up together with the neck armor. As the blood spurted out, the hunter ignored the falling head and just followed the prayer with another one, murmuring.
of self-talk.
But as the words fell, there was a response.
"It would be really strange if there were masters among these cavalry." The voice of the response was clear and high-pitched. The speaker then appeared from a wave of water and jumped on the mount left by the knight: "But you don't have to worry.
After... well, in ten days at most, they will have a batch of fat sheep and send them to our burrow."
"Are you sure?"
"Let those fools think that this is still an ordinary hunt. They will naturally jump in stupidly. Their expressions after discovering the truth will be particularly vivid and frightened. It is the best seasoning for death." After getting the horse's
The man in red robe chuckled: "Otherwise, let's make a bet. If you lose, then the necklace you just got is called royal power, right? Give it to me."
"No gambling."
"Hey, I haven't said what price I'm offering yet."
"Don't bet on anything." The hunter in red robe reached up to his neck and stuffed a piece of silver metal into his collar: "I don't like bets with little chance of winning."
"What did I say? You are definitely going to lose. Okay, now you owe me the enchantments for two pieces of equipment, Master Master." Edward said happily. The one who answered him was the old dwarf.
A dissatisfied groan.
In front of them, among the smoke that gradually dissipated, a piece of cotton cloth was revealed, about the size of a cloak, shining with the unique warm luster of magical creations.
But now it is riddled with holes the size of walnuts.
"I didn't expect that it actually broke through the dual force field of shielding and arrow protection. However, only a fool would be hit by this kind of thing at a distance of thirty!" The old man muttered, and waved a flame at will.
The cloth was burned to ashes: "Moreover, the damage caused by this kind of physical object will probably have no effect on high-level armor."
"We didn't originally say we were going to let it penetrate the armor...Aren't you trying to make excuses, Master? As the saying goes, when you go out to fool around, you have to admit your mistakes, and when you are beaten, you have to stand at attention."
"It's all nonsense. Don't worry, you kid. I'm not short of a little enchanting material fee! You guy with weird thinking... Why didn't I think of using this method?"
"What good ideas can I have after staying at home all day? Go out and walk around more when you have nothing to do, so that your mind will be clear."
"So what do you think stimulates ideas?"
"Of course it's on the battlefield. War is the ladder of human progress."
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