When he first joined the army, William, who had not yet been selected as Shutoral, was a petty officer and a trainee knight. His closest companion, the lance "Behemoth's Tooth" was just an unknown gun. However, even
Nameless, the "Behemoth's Tooth" is also absolutely extraordinary. The gun blade is half a meter long, and its eight-sided armor-piercing edges are indestructible. Needless to say, ordinary mail armor, even three-layer heavy armor can't be destroyed.
It can be broken with one blow. He has never tried dragon scales, but he has stabbed Behemoth to death with his own hands. He thinks that stabbing another dragon to death will not be a problem.
Of course, William didn't kill that Behemoth alone. After he crawled out from the pile of corpses of his squadron mates, he stabbed the behemoth's eye socket that was already twitching on the ground with the then-unnamed "Behemoth's Tooth"
At that time, he had nothing but the rifle.
He sat next to the hardened blood clots and scattered teammates as if he had lost his soul. Tears left two blood stains on his cheeks. When the Legion found him, the military doctors agreed that he had lost all his sanity and soul.
On that battlefield, staying in the armored cavalry unit was a danger of losing control at any time.
The legion hurriedly sent him to the rear, to the mountains far away from the front line. Around 1420 in the Second Age, the new territory of the Eastern Province was full of wandering monsters, infiltrated orcs and troll hunters, and
The disgusting and despicable Goblin William, who was still a second-level squad leader at that time, was sent there to command the militiamen of a settlement group to kill threats in the woods and valleys.
This was originally an extremely dangerous thing. The settlement was on the supply line leading to the front line, and enemies passing through often wiped out the residents and garrison.
William defended the place. Not only did he earn the name "Behemoth's Teeth", but he also built it into a large town that absorbed nearby refugees and defeated armies. It stood like a rock in the raging blood tide. Every day
There were pioneers who came here and wanted to be protected, so they gave William a nickname.
"Tearful William"
This nickname is very unpleasant, and William hates it extremely. However, when he regularly keeps watch on the highlands of the settlement, and the strong winds from the eastern mountains bring the bloody smell from the front line, he will hear the strange melody of the flute,
Seeing the squirming masses of shadows, tears of blood flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, which was extremely horrifying.
Some knowledgeable residents secretly said that this was a sign of loss of control. The soul of the second-level team leader was trapped at the foot of the crazy distant mountain and could never come back.
William could also feel that his end was approaching. More and more often, he saw hideous and twisted black shadows wandering around in a funny and terrifying way. The edge of his vision was a wriggling black line. Even on a sunny day, his eyes were filled with a blur.
The dim and manic ravings became more and more clear.
He seemed to hear the squadron leader he had admired for a long time calling him.
Suddenly one day, a noble girl came to the town. She was well-dressed and well-equipped, but she was dusty. Her blue eyes were as bright as gems, and her light blond hair was like the morning sun. Suddenly, William's dim world suddenly became...
other colors.
"Are there no other Beyonders and mercenaries here?" The girl had already carefully inspected the town and muttered with a disappointed face. Then she steeled herself and assumed the posture of a young lady, "Okay.
Well, my name is Elena de Lamore. Listen to me, Mr. Apprentice Knight. I recruit you to fight for me in the name of the Lamore family and your lord. I have already made a record at the garrison.
.Quick, bring as many militiamen with me as possible. My brother has been missing for three weeks, and there must be an explanation no matter what!"
The person who came was William's superior lord. He himself was the second son of a subordinate knight and had obligations to the Larmore family. However, the connection between the nobles and subordinates in Beyeland was not as close as other places, and everyone's usual contact
Not much. The missing eldest son of the Larmore family disappeared with most of the family's subordinates. This Miss Larmore was also forced to have no other choice, so she came all the way from Beyeland and recruited William on the spot.
Help in the fight.
"Where to go?" Captain William asked casually.
"Go to the mountains in the northeast. There is a ruins fifty miles away from here. I have already prepared the route and plan." Miss Larmore quickly packed up the equipment and began to arrange the itinerary. "Go back as soon as you go. Please confirm the traces of my brother."
I have an explanation to the Beyeland Court. I will never go deep into it. I promise, Mr. Trainee Knight, I promise not to go deep into this dark and weird crypt. I have no interest at all!
"I, Elena de La Mole, am definitely a witch who can suppress my curiosity!"
…
I don’t know when Count William de Lamore’s “Behemoth’s Tooth” was sent to the storage room and locked in the strongest box. When he was called count, legion commander or even senator
, his quill was more slippery than his lance. I can’t remember the specific moment. It might have been the day he married Elena, or it might have been the day his daughter was born.
He looked out the window and recalled some past events. The last leaves were falling from the treetops in the garden, reminding him again of his thinning hair and the passage of time, which made people feel melancholy and sigh softly.
"Who are you thinking about~"
The Countess was lying in William's arms, drawing little rabbits on her broad chest with her fingers. Time has left almost no trace on her appearance and figure. If anything, she has become more mature and seductive.
The casters really do not show their age~ The magic power refines their spirits, and the traces of time seem to have been erased. There is a view that the longevity and youth of elves come from the power of magic, but it seems to be reasonable. However,
, why do Tiberion and Salorian look so white-haired? Are they just playing the role of the boss? In fact, the white beards are glued to their faces...
Earl William's thoughts wandered away one after another, and he couldn't help but laugh when he thought of interesting things.
"Hey~" The Countess bit him unsatisfied, "You're ignoring me again!"
"I didn't," the earl said hurriedly, "I was just thinking about Tiberion and Salorion..."
The countess sat up from the bed, covered her mouth and whispered: "Well, as expected of you~"
"..."
The Earl was speechless for a while. But he had long been used to it and had accumulated rich experience in dealing with it. At this time, he could not follow Elena's train of thought, otherwise she would say with a smile after a while.
I don’t know if I’m serious about the suggestion of inviting Didwige or a certain general’s wife to come and play with her in the bedroom.
Even if she was serious, I wouldn't accept it, let alone what if she just said it casually! The count immediately said seriously:
"There are some changes in the engagement between the prince and the princess..."
Before he finished speaking, Elena raised her eyebrows and said excitedly: "You want to take her down? As expected..."
"I'm talking about business."
"I'm talking about business, too~" The countess tilted her head, "There must be a replacement to fill the vacancy. Only when it is full can people feel at ease. Otherwise, it will be really disappointing."
"If you keep making dirty jokes, I'll leave!" The count immediately reached out to grab the nightgown beside the bed.
"Ah, don't!" Elena hurriedly pressed his arm, "Then who will deal with this accident?"
Speaking of this, she paused, raised her head and thought: "Griffith?"
"He can't handle it," the count shook his head. "He is probably the favored one of the goddess Silver Moon and Starlight, and is involved in the immediate crisis in Canaan and the fate of the Villanoy family."
"No, not from the Moon God," Elena shook her head and said with certainty, "He must be the favored one of the God of Contract~"
"Is this happening?!" The Earl was shocked, "How could it be related to Him?"
"William," Elena poked the earl on the forehead, "you really know nothing~"
After saying that, she grabbed her nightgown and walked out of bed. When she slowly pulled up the silk robe and brushed it against the undulating curves, Earl William couldn't help but recollect the feeling in his heart.
"A letter?"
"Well, Sonia sent it from Homemonworth." The Countess came to the desk in the bedroom. She set up a small echo hub there to receive important messages from all parties.
"At this time, the final exam has just ended. What can I do?" The count was lying on the bed, looking at the curtain above his head in a daze.
While reading the message, the Countess made a rare noise on her face. The tense and worried look in her eyes flashed and then relaxed, and there was even a mischievous smile.
"My dear," the countess thought for a moment, "what do you think of Griffith?"
"A good tactical commander," the Count thought for a moment, "Has commanded one squadron-level battle, two brigade-level battles, and one regiment-level battle. He has mastered the theory of intelligence and logistics. Judging from the battle in Odessa, he is very familiar with the theory of cavalry shock.
The talent is higher than that of Shutoral from the same batch."
"Well, William, I mean..."
Griffith's performance in several battles is getting better and better, even exceeding Count Larmore's expectations. The situation in Verona is becoming increasingly complicated, and Griffith may become an excellent adjutant or even an agent.
In the future, when the earl is busy fighting for power in the Senate, Griffith may be able to lead the army alone and provide some arguments for the earl's motion.
Thinking of this, Count Larmore became interested and continued to express his views without being disturbed by the countess:
"Of course, a corps-level victory is not convincing enough. In the Battle of Berrymion Ferry, the army under his command consisted of more than a dozen units. It had just suffered a defeat and there were no senior officers present. The situation was special.
.”
"Dear, I want to say..."
"Well, under normal circumstances, a fully-staffed legion has four to five thousand combat infantry, and several squadrons of cavalry and artillery. The legion commander can at least be supported by a local auxiliary legion with a strength of close to ten thousand.
; He also has to manage the logistics of thousands of people transporting and serving this army. Griffith does not have his own adjutants and staff, and commanding such a large force will blunt his advantage of mobility and flexibility;
"Moreover, leading such a force inevitably requires dealing with nobles, commanders and knights. Griffith does not have enough qualifications, prestige and background to suppress them. This is different from the Battle of Berimion Ferry.
.”
The count became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke. He quickly pointed out Griffith's shortcomings and thought of ways to solve the problem.
How many troops could Griffith command?
Judging from current standards, 10,000 people is his limit. Commanding a large corps is still far from enough.
How many troops can I command? The Earl thought of this question. He calculated it and nodded with some satisfaction. He even wanted to ask the lady what she thought. It would be better if she could praise her.
"Crack!"
Elena rolled a stack of reports into a stick and hit the count on the head:
"Who asked you this?
"You men are so annoying! Why don't you understand?"