"Well, am I playing horse riding games? When I was a child, my father often asked me to ride on his belly. At that time, he was very fat, his belly was very good, soft and big, and it was more interesting than riding a horse.
Unfortunately, Edward, your belly is not very soft, just like an ordinary horse…”
"How did that old man educate? Hell, how can I teach this posture... to the little girl? Does he often ask you..."
"No, it was a long time ago when I played this with my dad last time." The half-elf-like lady turned her head cutely, but obviously she didn't think about anything after her brain: "Well, maybe there are already, I have collected ten...
Twenty New Year’s gifts were so long ago. And he said he wouldn’t let me play this game with others anymore, but Brother Edward, aren’t you someone else?”
"Hehe, I've wanted to play this a little longer... Unfortunately, brother, your belly is really hard and you can't shake it. Can you gain weight a little, okay?"
"It's not worth gaining weight for this kind of thing. Besides... I think your father means that this game is no longer suitable for you to play, so hurry up and never get off your body! Don't shake it anymore, and you won't be in the future.
Others have not allowed them to enter other people's rooms before!"
The nightgown-like thing and the combination of shawls seemed really evil. Although the length could cover up all taboos, it looked very erotic!
What's more, is it a relationship between action? Is it a relationship between just getting up? In short, there is a cute rosy movement from the skin, plus the sweet smile, tightening the remaining fabric on the body...
Can't stand it... This is a foul...
"So……"
"It's not okay to come in quietly!" The fierce contradiction in his heart made Edward's voice change a little - he was almost unable to control the blood flow in the morning, so he had to hide it by getting angry: "It's really a god, you ran from home again.
Out?
"No, I've told the old man this time, and he agreed very happily."
"Who are you lying to me? You must have sneaked out again, and even your clothes have become this virtue." The deadly place finally got some relaxation, and someone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "In addition, this is a military camp,
You can't come in casually. Before you find out, you'd better go back quickly!"
"Don't worry... Elena also wants to join this military camp, and she has been awarded a title before. As her entourage, I can enter and exit at will... It was too late when we came here yesterday.
Just tell me not to disturb you, but there is no problem now."
"Well... it's better, but when are you...ah? Elena is here too?"
"Yes, she's here too... She's busy wearing armor, so I'll teleport here to give you a surprise." After moving to the side, the little girl pouted and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Hmph, what's the matter
Well, when she mentioned that she had changed, but Edward, you really like to make a fuss. You just wear less clothes, and it won’t be so good..."
Well, this is a "surprise".
Moreover, the surprise was obviously not over yet, and I didn't want it to end - when Edward panicked over the blanket to cover up some parts of himself, he noticed that the person talking was standing at the door of the tent at some point...
Elena's face was obviously very red... Although she had been wearing that beautiful helmet, Edward could clearly see that the layer of redness slowly blew on her small exposed skin.
Come on. She just stood at the door of the tent like that, like an armored display rack.
So time passed in awkward silence.
"you……"
"Your Excellency, you have a guest...you you you you...what are you doing? I me, I...I'm disturbing!"
But just before the situation seemed to ease, a stupid fool apprentice got into the tent and broke the embarrassment. I guess he had seen a scene that he rarely saw in his life, or because of this kind of thing
He was taken for granted to some issues, so the guy let out a howl comparable to a banshee in fear of the whole world, stuttering something, and then he ran out!
"I'll just go..." Edward couldn't help but moan.
I am so weak, who said that being fucked by a girl in the morning is a happy thing?
...
...
Or, more people are obviously more unfortunate than Edward.
Because he and they were thrown into a completely strange place.
The sun has risen, but the faint mist that permeates this land does not seem to dissipate. On the contrary, they gather more intensely - in the strange stories that have been passed down from generation to generation,
Ghosts who died unjustly are the most terrifying existence... and when the souls of those dead gather, strong negative energy will produce all kinds of annoying visions.
This kind of thick fog that can withstand the sun is one of them.
The sky above the head showed a blue-white color that seemed to be soaked and swollen, while the sun became a gray-yellow ball, emitting dim light weakly, even the warm wind of the flowers blooming season.
At the time, the armor will become cold, making people involuntarily cold all over the body. And then, the ground that is always cold, humid, and soft, wrapped in a metal shell, gradually smelling. The sound around it becomes
It was empty and weak. Even though it was a team of fifty or sixty knights, the surrounding space seemed surprisingly quiet. The dull sound of horse hooves hitting the ground quickly disappeared into the air.
"Don't doubt, you are on the battlefield now!"
A voice was sent into everyone's ears by the sound magic, calm and hard: "This is the real place of death, the River Styx on earth, the empire cemetery! It's better to tighten every nerve of yours and stare at me
I looked at it carefully with my eyes wide, because maybe an imperial ghost would emerge from the soil and cut off your neck!"
Edward sneered silently as his eyes passed by the sound of the back.
The River Styx on earth is worthy of its name.
The exposed soil in the gray fog was as dark as ink, and countless corpses were placed in the soil so shallowly, including many skeletons that had been old, but more of them were the ones that had disappeared recently.
*, Most of them have turned into the rotten brown color, but if the horse's hooves accidentally step on it, a large amount of fishy yellowish brown pus will burst out, and the strange smell will be far more
In bloody.
And the air was already filled with this breath, and everyone had to concentrate on their mouths and abdomen to suppress the intention of letting breakfast out of their throats.
But danger? Obviously, they can only deceive these little noble idiots who have just walked out of the cradle.
There are at least three viscounts and twenty barons here, and it is not just a simple noble title that represents their identities. Except for the guy who was lucky enough to get into the team, everyone else only had some
If you miss it, the entire northern garrison will probably fall into a troublesome situation.
What's more, this place has just left the wilderness of Manchester City for twenty or thirty miles. If the enemy can be allowed to enter this area, the situation of war will probably have entered the stage of confrontation, and the empire's army may have been pushed under the city.
Unless the lone wolf knight has the ability to compete with the troops, he will run out and wander, and he will have a sore in his head.
Oh, okay, or you can't assert it... This kind of thing is obviously a small test, otherwise, it would be just a false intimidation in the end, not the effect that the guy wanted.
Edward shook his head - who knew, anyway, he didn't expect that these garrison knights on the border would deliberately try to give these nobles a warning, or, really, to educate these futures.
Lords, as men, should we be born to work actively and defend our country?
Forget it, let others think about the man's affairs. What he pays more attention to now is the snow-white horse not far away... the face wrapped in a helmet on it is angry at this moment.
Chong, or shameless?
Or, after all, the human sight follows the advantages and disadvantages of the predator, and when it looks at one thing, it loses its attention to other focuses.
Just outside the horses, the black armored knight was looking at the figure in the robe and making a contemptuous judgment on his actions.
"A lustful idiot...half a waste!"
"Even the horse's reins can't be grasped steadily, it's as timid as a mouse, it's useless."
"This one looks a little bit..."
"I'm still very alert, but unfortunately my eyes are scattered and my physical strength is too poor, so it's not possible."
The eyes swept across all the candidates, and the young viscount made one judgment in his heart. In the end, a deep disappointment flashed in his green eyes. The hope of these people in front of him being able to become truly excellent knights is probably low.
It's so pitiful that it's too far from the companions you need.
The best knight, brave, elegant, superb skills, noble quality, origins from a famous family, and is very polite. He is proficient in everything, respects the lower class and the poor, judges by his own standards... This is the legend, the knight should
Quality.
However, the gap between reality and ideals is often like the bottomless abyss and the Paradise Mountain. Such a perfect person has long been finished and does not exist in this world. In this regard, even the poets who speak heroic hymns themselves
Understand, or it is many things that are insincere that provide sarcastic capital between ideals and reality. Therefore, in order to highlight the imperfection of reality, the poets retell the ancient legends.
The so-called fact is that the descendants of the great nobles have hope of becoming knights at birth - this hope simply means that they have the will to become knights. As long as they are willing to take it, the title will automatically shine above their heads, and there is no need for any
Agree.
Without the children of the little nobles of the prominent family and the guys of the merchant family, they have to go through formal channels to go through the motions. Although they become attendants of a certain knight, their roads will not be bumpy, as long as there are no huge omissions.
In the last seven years, I could still get a formal position in the army.
As for those who are civilians, they have to go through too many ups and downs to realize their dreams. They can’t even afford the cheapest set of knight equipment, let alone exercise martial arts. For formal channels, they have to find a way to become
The young soldier then became a knight boy through selection and endured a seven-year career as a traitor, even more miserable than a traitor, because the power of life and death is controlled by the knights. Only with excellent abilities can all kinds of blame be avoided and followed.
It would be fine if the knights were ordinary, but many of the knights from middle-class nobles had imagined or unthinkable quirks - sometimes the transition from chrysanthemum to sunflower is the most normal one.
Therefore, it is often the easiest way to start from mercenaries. In fact, most civilian knights are born as mercenaries and have enough ambitions and energy. After all, ordinary people would rather wander all day than participate.
"Holy War" means sacrifice for the empire. Of course, if you want to make a name for yourself, sometimes it is a good idea to take some paths that are rarely visited, such as winning the favor of a wealthy lady, or at some point finding a few wealthy families willing to fund them
The resentful woman... The purpose of her desperate body training also has small hopes that she might be attracted to by a certain wife one day.
But no matter what, how can those who follow the above paths expect them to be full of chivalrous spirit?
Rudolph shook his head. Although he was unwilling to accept it, this was the embarrassing situation of the knights in the kingdom... No wonder some poets would add a sentence at the end of the praise, "The spirit of the chivalry is dead. Only a group of cavalry remains, and they still survive."
Rudolph did not lack cavalry. They were often the best to win over them as civilians. Unfortunately, they could only have spears and shields, in addition to destroying each other, they were also breached by each other.
But the cowardly and incompetent nobles are also not his target. All he needs is a real knight.
Shaking his head, he simply put down his thoughts - the first test came a little faster, but that was fine, so just see how these people performed and then make a decision.
In fact, the words of Thousand People's Chang before were not all alarmist. The ground where everyone stepped on was the battlefield with the highest death rate of imperial scouts in the summer offensive. Because the empire lacked a mage, it could only use human lives to investigate.
The disadvantages in the aspects are resolved. Those small-scale conflicts are just a test for both sides, but whether it is an empire or a kingdom, the big men are always willing to test continuously for several months, causing sporadic losses every day
It's happening...
If the nobles in the capital knew that they had introduced their descendants to such places, they would have broken themselves into pieces, right? The young knight smiled self-deprecatingly, and then made a gesture to make the people who were mixed around him.
Lead the queue.
"Wow...the undead monster!"
The planned play was still opened by a scream, and the noble knights stopped their horses, smirked, and looked at the ground, and bones stood up from the ground.
, forming a human form.
Not a low-level zombie.
This is a game full of vicious fun. In fact, there are not many differences between low-level zombies and skeletons that have not been processed. It is just that the rotten tendons and epidermis make zombies stronger and tougher than skeleton soldiers. That kind of rotten rot
The smell is also nauseating and nauseating enough, and it may also spread some diseases called carcinoma, which invisibly enhances their strength.
Send these undead to rest, and there may be more people in this group to burst out potential abilities.
"Calm down, you guys! Close the array! Don't think that you can ignore what you can use. That means nothing. On the battlefield, these tricks are useless. All you can rely on is your weapons and your sword.
And your horse! Apart from these, only companions are your reliable backing!”
The young knight issued a string of orders, and the busy knights were shocked. They began to gather their formation in a mess, which showed some differences in their abilities. The guy screaming and trying to escape was immediately controlled.
With freedom, even forcibly fainting, only a small number, like the sophisticated knights, will make their eyes pass over the slowly staggering undead and concentrate on the fog edges behind and those shaking shadows.
Those are mercenaries.
A single mercenary will not be adopted on the battlefield. Those who come purely for money will definitely rush to the end and run ahead. No one can be assured to entrust behind such a person behind. Therefore, even if they lack the ability, most of them will be
The lord also trusted the peasant soldiers more because the whole family was under the control of the lord. If they escaped at the last minute, even if they escaped, their families would not be able to escape, so they could only fight to the death.
Therefore, most mercenaries are used as bait, harassment and other operations, which adds icing on the cake without involving the power of the main force. Sometimes it may bring some surprises.
Of course, mercenaries who can be sent to the battlefield in teams are commendable, both in strength and discipline. If there are huge numbers, even fully armed knights will be dangerous.
Especially now, the undead are obviously much more terrifying than ordinary enemies - they are gathering together, holding hands, hooking their legs, and forming a larger appearance!
"Evil undead!" A scolding sounded, "In the name of dawn, end your twisted existence. The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil, may the glory be with you!"
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