Time passed quietly, and before we knew it, we had already turned over twelve hourglasses.
Viscount Rudolf was still wearing the old armor when he walked into the headquarters of the City Defense Center in Highman City, but his footsteps had returned to a steady level. He was not questioned at all along the way, but no one guided the young knight.
He just walked through the long corridor and stopped in front of an ordinary wooden door. The young thousand people had their breasts tidy up and knocked on the door six times cautiously until a slight greeting came from inside.
The room in the door is neat and simple, or rather, it should be described as simple as it is more suitable.
The most conspicuous furniture is only a small five-step square, the most conspicuous piece of furniture is a large wooden table with no paint surface. The chairs behind it were either exquisitely crafted, but now even the surface is mottled. As for the rest
The last piece is a bedding that looks like a box that is more than a bed. The shriveled bedding is folded with edges and corners like square bricks, and the bed sheets are also not messy.
In addition, there was only a pair of pitch-black armor set in a corner of the room, spotless and magical light flashed. Although the form had faded from the popular Milan style, the degree of defense of this armor was unquestionable, and there was no
The embellishment of leaf patterns is only a deck with a thickness of more than one inch, and is pieced together.
It is hard to imagine that this is the residence of a big man who commanded the entire Heyman, and even the entire northwest of the kingdom. At this time, the owner of the room, Ingrey Heyman, sat in front of the armor and watched with concentration.
A few pieces of paper left only a half-bald, mottled white hair for the guests. Even though the young knight saluted him a standard knight salute, he waved his hand without raising his head, signaling the young man to be at will.
But the young man still maintained a erect posture like a spear.
"You were attacked suddenly, but the twenty-year-old Knights lost only five people. For the situation where there was no spellcaster to accompany the team but encountered the spellcaster, you did a very good job this time." The owner of the room came from that
When the eyes were raised from a few pieces of parchment paper, a small grid had flowed in the sand in the hourglass: "But we will not accept your previous suggestions, and the deceased can only receive ordinary pensions."
The young knight lowered his eyes and showed no emotion. Only his eyes narrowed slightly and had some anger flashed.
The name Qing Knight is just a unique classification method invented by the old man in front of him. It represents a low-level knight with poor ability. He can only work hard on all levels of battlefields to have a chance to make a comeback. But these people are usually old.
In the entire Knights, the last one is vitality and potential. No one can guarantee that those young people who unfortunately died under the werewolf's claws will not be able to become a great knight or swordsman in the future.
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But the reality is that they are still just soldiers, and after death they can only be transported back to their hometowns or buried on the spot, and there is not even the reputation that a so-called "knight" deserves.
"You kid, although it's really good, but this kind of personality that puts everything in your mind is sometimes undesirable..." The old man sighed and stroked a short beard on his jaw: "Okay,
Well, are you guessing that those people were also intentionally put in?"
This is undoubtedly a terrible question, so the answer I got was still silent, so I paused, and the old man said: "I guessed it makes sense, but if we were not going to make such a basket, I would rather let someone in, and you will face it.
It should be a small group of spearmen from the empire. With a few advantages in number, it is easier to judge the advantages and disadvantages of command skills, hone the will of the knights, and it will not easily get out of control. It can also allow those stupid pigs to get a few
A head that is enough to boast, satisfy their boring arrogance.”
In other words, there is already such a plan. And a small group... that usually refers to one or two brigades, at least one hundred people.
"My performance this time... should be a rare bad thing. I made a few mistakes in the judgment. If I choose to retreat at the beginning, the loss may be much less. In addition, this time there are two young dragons in the team.
It is not worth saying anything to lose such a number in the face of a small number of enemies."
The young viscount finally spoke, and the emotions in his eyes disappeared.
"The fewer commands at the tactical level, the higher the requirements for luck, so you don't have to blame yourself... But it's really rare. Viscount Rudolf would not hesitate to praise himself? It seems that those two guys are really
Extremely outstanding. Is it the Saint Warrior of His Majesty the Morning Light? Oh, and what kind of demon-slaying hero?"
The old man nodded: "Actually, these guys are lucky. If it weren't for you but those other kids, they would have to reduce their number. In fact, I forgot to remind you about this matter.
Otherwise, you may have lost a fewer losses and don’t blame yourself like this.”
"But if these people lose, some people... won't sit idly by, right?" The young man finally showed a little surprise on his face. So the old man laughed:
'These miscellaneous people have long become free old trees entrenched in their territory, so they will not mind that we will pick some malnutritional buds. According to general standards, this kind of trial every year,
There will always be one or two percent of the unlucky guys sent to His Majesty Kelanwo's palace. The real important figures, such as the successors appointed by the dozen old guys, do not need to participate in such boring gatherings at all, and for these
A little guy who doesn’t get too high or low can only be considered a kind of benign cleaning.”
"If I were His Majesty the King, I would rather wash away my best. In this way, I would not have to face too many fat wastes in various places, nor would I have to spend time facing each other every year
So many territorial issues.”
The Count stood up. His tall body was not strong, but the short robe supported by his broad shoulders made his figure look particularly majestic. The old man took a piece of parchment from the table, as if he was about to throw away the previous ones.
Waving his hand like a boring thing, recalling the topic:
"Werewolf, undead, assassinator, this combination is quite interesting. The imperial people are less concerned about provoking the so-called authority of God than us. What is even more rare is that they can sneak to the position under the city wall just by just such a small team.
, It should be said that compared to most of our nobles who have excreted and eat, their ideas are much more open and pragmatic.": "But, 30,000 soldiers are ready to bypass the fortress group, this idea is unavoidable.
Some are too risky and not much like their inherent style.”
"What the empire is the most inexplicable madman." The young knight nodded and said a common saying that was limited to Heyman's place.
"However, madmen are annoying, especially among the arrogant madmen, there is a kind of madman who is particularly annoying. We call them calm." The old man smiled, but then he was serious: "You will never know, they will eventually be the end of it.
How dangerous it is, how different the thinking is, and how different the things that put the altar in his rituals set up to achieve their goals are pitiful or unimaginable. After all, they are still I
The fanatical believers of Sgandal, as long as the bloodline of the empire continues, this will not change."
Emperor Isgandar The Great. The Founding Emperor of the Thousand Years Empire.
Although it is said that he showed extraordinary talents at a young age, in fact, the founding emperor truly took the world stage due to a despicable murder - his father, King Thrace, was himself
The palace chief was stabbed to death in the study. At that time, the empire was not an empire, but was just a Thracian Kingdom, a vast and sparsely populated area in the northeast of the continent.
This murder is naturally not a simple hatred, so the ensuing mass invasion of neighboring countries. At that time, the 12-year-old Iskandal was forced to take over the command of the King's team, and the whole country was in turmoil and storm.
Almost no one can be optimistic about this child who has not held the coming-of-age ceremony. At the beginning of the war, one-third of Thrace's territory had collapsed and half of the country fell into the hands of the enemy.
However, Isgandal took advantage of the situation and showed unimaginable military talent - using the capital at that time as bait, at the cost of the city, tens of thousands of people and defenders turning into ashes, destroying all the enemy's elites in one go, and then
With the mobility of the light-mounted knight, he made a strategy of 600 miles in three days, closed the country's borders, ate the invaders in one bite, and in the following year, he occupied nearly one-third of the other's territory.
Therefore, this battle of presidency became the battle of fame for Iskandar and the first step in his conquest. In the following years, Iskandar gradually unified the northeast of the mainland, and
A highly centralized country was established - he did not name his own country because he didn't care about that, as if he had never cared about what he had ever received.
This may also symbolize the emperor's ambition - the conquest of several neighboring countries obviously could not satisfy Iskandar. So in the thirteenth year of the imperial calendar, Iskandar made another grand battle
Gambling, taking out the wealth accumulated by the royal family of all generations, selling all their real estate and herds, and starting to build a huge army with all the efforts of the whole country.
It is said that a general asked in confusion at that time: "Your Majesty, you sold all your things, what should you leave to yourself?" "Hope!" Iskandar replied neatly, "I keep my hope.
Give yourself! It will bring me endless wealth!" Then, Iskandar left his hometown with endless desire for conquest and embarked on a journey of thousands of miles.
The emperor's 'hope' swept half of the continent like a spark of prairie fire. Before his death, he occupied almost all the maps on this side of the Central Mountains - in fact, if not at the age of forty-six
He died young and prematurely, probably the entire continent was his possession. But because of this, his country has never been called a unified title.
Out of awe, people called his country the "empire". Because of his life's actions, some historians who had complained about the emperor gave him a less elegant general term.
Emperor Gambler.
"The nature of gamblers is that they will never have an attack only once... as long as they have even the last copper plate in their hands."
"So do you think, this time, are there more or less people on the table?"
"Imperial Iron Stream is once every three years, but in the past five years, they have not conducted large-scale attacks. They must have tightened their stomachs for a big bet, either this time or the next time."
The old man shook his head. This forced bet is really boring. It is not only because he cannot leave before he decides to win or lose, but also because the right to bid has always had only one ownership:
"We have too little capital. Although fools know that attacks cost more than defense, but here we have to face half of the empire. Therefore, if we only defend, Heyman would not be able to survive these hundred
For many years, the people of the Empire are not stupid. On the contrary, they are very smart, so don’t expect the delicious meal they give you. Blindly opening your mouth will only make you pierce your throat by the iron jab inside.”
"So, how do we do it?"
"Bail, the Empire can do this, and so can we,"
"But there are too few baits that make the Empire excited."
"No, imagine their purpose, you know that bait is also easy to choose."
"But is that too risky? And if you fail, the price will probably be unimaginable..."
"War is not just gambling, it is all about everything."
...
"It's not easy to use anything, it's not easy to use anywhere. You'd better not talk about this kind of ghost idea."
He stuffed the spirit crystal servant into the dimensional bag, and also cut off the one, "Strong push is also an art and knowledge... We must handle the relationship afterwards to ensure that there will be no good ending for the ship..."
Edward shook his head, as if he wanted to use this to completely bury the unpleasant memories.
But I couldn't help but stretch out my fingers and gently brushed them across my lips.
There seemed to be a soft fragrance remaining there, but when the memories reappeared, some spicy and tingling feeling appeared on the cheeks - it was really not very good to be slapped by a hand wearing iron gloves.
Especially after a lingering kiss. Even a hand that is so weak, it is the same.
Or, I was overly excited at the time, and the approach was really a bit problematic... Just like Miss Half-Elf said?
"Edward, you idiot, Elena is a girl after all, how could you kiss someone else's lips without permission? And in front of so many people... You idiot, idiot, big fool, do you think you
She is yours...ah!?"
"But she didn't object at the beginning..."
"At that time, it was normal to kiss your forehead and wish you blessings! But who made you more and more capable? You pervert!"
Well, no matter what, the result of impulse is that from that time to the present, the male and female protagonists of the story have no chance to meet again. The paladin firmly put the door of the room on the grounds of healing his injuries.
He even let him beg for mercy outside the door and apologizes, and tried his best to do anything, but Edward had a headache now. To put it simply, that ordinary wooden door could not stop him, but the other party was after all
It's Elena. If you take any more extreme actions, you may not be facing a slap, but a sword with the holy light shining!
Therefore, Edward found that all he could do was sigh...
By the way, I have to face some other problems - the consequences of this impulse act are not only temporarily lost two companions, but also brought a group of companions.
Well, it's not a companion, but a group of worshippers killed a necromancer with one force, forced two people to retreat, killed a group of undead, and killed five werewolfs in every move... If this record is one
In the eyes of the mage, it can only be considered a good performance, but in the eyes of a group of mortals, it has become an invincible typical example. At least half of the twenty or so nobles as audiences often follow this '** master'
, trying to get close, the scorching sight was enough to make the person involved so annoyed.
For example, now, you are clearly standing in the darkest corner of the training ground, but there are still two clever guys who follow you after a while, and you can really be called a shadow.
However, facing the silent black-robed mage, they did not dare to act rashly, so they followed not far behind, pretending to appreciate the training of soldiers not far away, but they were obviously absent-minded.
"The way for soldiers is to go to the battlefield. Whether they are new soldiers or veterans, civilians or nobles, they die in foreign countries, they are the most noble glory... The warriors will not die, and the warriors will last forever." A chief stern voiced at the top of his lungs.
He said, to do subtle work for the soldiers, but the loud slogan became the object of ridicule of two boring guys.
"Swish. I have never seen any great nobles die in a foreign country. Even if there is something wrong with them, they surrender directly. At worst, they can only give me some money," one of the fat men commented, and then his voice was dim: "It's a pity that we are
These people don't have this opportunity... "
"It's not that easy... Unlike those great nobles like marquises and counts, we each generation live on that pitiful salary... If we don't have money, we can't decorate the storefront or look handsome.
If you don't want to tighten your belt like this, you can only work hard on the battlefield and strive to get recognition from the above. If you make contributions in the war, you may get rewards from the territory, so everyone is crazy and desperate
I don't have time to worry about the danger of life and death... Huh..."
"Ha, it's not easy to survive. Once you find that you are not physically strong enough, you just throw away your horse and robe and pretend to be a gardener or something?
"It seems not possible, because then I'm afraid the chance of death is higher, the lowest international
"Yes," "No, you don't understand, the snatcher has always been unlucky... The so-called snatcher has been lucky since ancient times, e..."
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