After leaving the tavern, a group of old knights led by Luke went straight to the South Gate Military Camp. Along the way, everyone's eyes were shining with excitement.
Although they have been anonymous for more than ten years, they have never forgotten their identities.
No matter it is loneliness, hardship or pain, no matter how long the time is, the blood of soldiers who are born for war still flows in their bodies. And every time they recall the past moments in the dead of night, they will
The surge is unstoppable.
They all dream of going back to the days when horns sound and war songs resound. They all dream of standing side by side with their comrades, holding cold sword hilts, breathing the air smelling of blood, and then exhaust themselves
Let out that deafening roar with all their strength, crowd, run, and rush towards the enemy through the mud and bloody corpses. That is their world, that is the life they are most familiar with and love the most.
Therefore, after more than ten years of waiting, there is nothing more exciting for them than training an army with their own hands.
Soon, the group arrived at the South Gate Military Camp. After the guard reported, they were directly welcomed into Fano's small courtyard.
Fano was very surprised by Luke's arrival.
You know, more than ten days ago, the master and servant Roy and Luke disappeared together. Now that Luke is back, does that mean Roy is back too?
Fano personally welcomed him out. However, what he didn't expect was that when they met, Luke not only asked him about Roy's news, but also made a request that shocked him extremely.
"You train yourself?"
To be honest, when he asked this question, Fano felt that he almost choked on his own saliva. So much so that he coughed several times before he stopped.
"Yes." Luke nodded.
Looking at Luke's serious eyes, Fano realized that this did not seem to be a joke, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
If it were another person, he would definitely twist the opponent's collar, pull him in front of him and yell: "This is not a game, bastard! This is the army, these people are soldiers, they will go to the battlefield in the future! You know
What is training? Do you know how to train? Do you want to kill them?!"
But unfortunately, facing Luke, he couldn't say a word like this.
First of all, the Knights belong to Roy. And based on the relationship between Luke and Roy, to a certain extent, he is Roy's representative. People want to train their own Knights. As an outsider, what can I say?
Secondly, although I had known the chief appraiser of the Golden Skull Auction House many years ago, and even several collections at home were made by Luke, the facts proved that I did not know Luke well.
It wasn't until he heard Eugene talking about the night of the Munich Rebellion, how Luke took action in anger, and how he hung the corpses of the Fire King Sword Master's disciples and a group of defecting nobles all over the big tree outside the Munich gate, that he
You know, I have been wrong for so many years.
Therefore, when facing Luke, Fano could not ask a question like "Do you understand" under any circumstances?
"This..." Fano hesitated, his mind racing, thinking about how to convince Luke.
He knew very well what kind of topics were circulating in Munich recently. Therefore, in his opinion, Luke must have heard something outside, so he made such a request. But to convince Luke, he could not directly
Tell Rook about asking Scott and the Black Hawk Guards to help with training.
This matter is related to the secret alliance between the Renault family and Lulian. Before reporting it to Adolf, it is not something that can be mentioned to others at will.
Fano was a little embarrassed. He turned to look at the dozen knights following Luke, laughed, and changed the subject: "By the way, Mr. Luke. I haven't asked these guys yet..."
"They are my friends, this is Bai He...this is Michaud..." Luke introduced Fano one by one and said with a smile, "This time they will serve as instructors and train the knights with me.
"
Fano, who was shaking hands with everyone, felt that his smile must be very stiff.
The youngest of the group of knights in front of me is over fifty years old, and the oldest is probably almost seventy. As far as the profession of knights is concerned, they are all past their prime, and more importantly, these people are dressed in different styles.
, obviously from different places, with different professions and identities.
For example, the leather robe worn by the burly old knight is obviously unique to the plateau people. The little man next to him still smells like fish...
Such a group of people should serve as instructors or train knights?
Fano felt that he could no longer communicate with Luke, but he could not refuse either.
He shook his head with a wry smile, turned around with a stiff face, and said, "Okay, I'll take you there."
After taking Luke and others to the camp of the Knights of the Southern Cross and introducing them to Landero and others, Fano left quickly. He had to report this matter to Adolf as soon as possible.
You know, Grand Duke Renault is still waiting at the Grand Duke's residence.
This old man secretly went south this time, half of his thoughts were on Roy and the mercenaries of the Southern Cross Knights. Helping to train the Knights was one of the benefits he gave. Once he used this as a breakthrough and Roy
Reaching cooperation and even allowing the Knights of the Southern Cross to join the Tomahawk Knights in some way would definitely be an added advantage for the Renault family.
But now, Luke wants to train the Knights of the Southern Cross by himself, which means that the cooperation that Renault wanted has lost the best start.
When Fano's figure disappeared behind the closed camp gate, the atmosphere in the Knights of the Southern Cross camp became a little strange.
Looking at the group of old knights in front of them, the mercenaries looked at each other, wondering if they had made a mistake.
No one, including Landero, knew Luke. It wasn't until Fano introduced him that they knew that this old man was Leo's personal guard and his butler.
Since General Fano has proved this, there is no doubt about it.
What everyone found a bit hard to accept was that this Mr. Butler who suddenly appeared, leading a group of old knights who looked even more miscellaneous than the motley army, actually wanted to be the instructors of the Knights.
What kind of nonsense is this?
Since joining the Knights of the Southern Cross, everyone has put all their energy into training.
They know that the days of mercenaries are a thing of the past for them. From today on, they will become a soldier, a knight whose profession is war.
This clear understanding makes everyone feel energetic. They know their responsibilities and the changes they need. Everyone is serious and hardworking.
However, habits are the hardest to change. What's even worse is that the fighting instincts formed by years of mercenary life are no longer just a matter of habit. Those things have penetrated deep into their bones and become a part of their lives.
Therefore, the training effect is very poor. They will always make mistakes involuntarily, and they will always naturally and unnaturally question tactics and develop a sense of distrust in their hearts.
Just like a group of wolves, one day they suddenly have to learn the hunting methods of tigers.
This is simply extremely awkward.
Of course, no one questions the effectiveness of the military's fighting method.
Everyone understands that only clusters can concentrate the power of individual knights, and only huge clusters can fully exert the impact of knights. In the face of this surging iron stream, any army of any race can
It is as vulnerable as a fence before a flood.
It can be said that this set of swarm tactics has played a vital role in human beings' ability to continue to this day. Otherwise, as early as the end of the Hundred Years' War between Humans and Demons, human beings would have been extinct with the fall of magical civilization. It would be impossible to persist.
to the final battle.
However, understanding is understanding, whether you can do it or not is another matter.
Everyone who is used to flexible tactics really can't treat themselves as a part of a machine, operating in a cold and unchanging way.
In the past ten days, everyone has had the same feeling, that they are experiencing an unprecedented war.
The opponent in this war is not someone else, not a powerful magical beast, but myself. This kind of contest is far more difficult than any battle I have ever experienced before. After a day of training, everyone's bodies are still weak, but
Mentally and psychologically exhausted.
What's worse is that their efforts have not received the rewards they deserve. The disastrous training results have made everyone full of frustration.
And just when everyone was at their wits' end, they received exciting news from other people in the military camp - Archduke Adolf had invited a group of powerful new instructors.
Compared with the officers and generals of the Munich Guard such as Fano, Eugene, and Iverson, the teaching methods of these instructors are more detailed, more innovative, and more effective. Under their training, the original difficulties and progress have been compared with those of the Southern Cross.
Several similar recruit camps of the Knights have now been completely transformed.
This news gave everyone hope.
But what people didn't expect was that when Fano led people here today, the situation seemed to be different from what he had imagined.
Looking at Luke and a dozen old knights in different clothes, Landreaux, Lake, Larry and others all looked at each other. They really couldn't connect these people with the word "instructor".
"Mr. Landreaux," Luke ordered to Landreaux without leaving everyone in a daze, "Gather everyone together, take your things and follow me."
"Go?" Landreaux was stunned, "Where are you going?"
"No good warriors can be trained here," Luke and the old knights all laughed under the gaze of everyone, "We have to go to a spacious place."
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When the darkness disappeared from his eyes, Roy found that he had returned to the Grand Duke's Mansion.
The room was still the same as when he left it. It was afternoon, and the sunlight slanted through the window and fell on the carpet. It was calm and warm.
After flushing his face with water, Roy left the room and prepared to go to the main building of the castle to find Adolf.
While walking through the corridor from the annex building to the main building, Roy found an old man sitting quietly in the garden on the left. Next to him was a white coffee table with several snacks and a cup of tea.
A black thorn-backed dragon lay on the lawn at his feet, enjoying the early winter sunshine with half-closed eyes.
Not far away, several knights in black and two strangers dressed as attendants were standing silently. When they saw Roy passing by, the eyes of the guarding knights were calm and expressionless, but the subtle details on their bodies
The fluctuations in fighting spirit still clearly showed their vigilance.
Roy was a little curious.
The first thing that caught his attention was the thorn-backed terrain dragon.
The Spinyback is a gold-type terrain dragon. It is named after the row of spikes that extend from the head to the tail on its back. This kind of Terrain is extremely small. Even an adult male Spinyback
The dragon's back height does not exceed one and a half meters, and its body length does not exceed two meters. It is not as big as a sand demon wolf.
However, this kind of terrain dragon is quite ferocious and violent, with lightning-fast running speed and terrifying attack and defense power. Its muscles are as hard as steel, and ordinary arrows or spears are pierced on their bodies, and even their skin will be damaged.
Can't be broken.
And their innate skill, like [Stealth Magic Leopard], is the extremely precious [Invisibility]. They can hide themselves for a short time when launching an attack.
In the wild, especially in the jungle, when you are targeted by a group of thorn-backed terrain dragons, it basically means death. This terrible social animal can kill you in just half a prayer time.
Tear a well-defended camp to pieces.
In the jumping firelight, all you can hear are screams one after another, and all you can see is the fence that was suddenly broken, the tent that was torn out of thin air, the limbs and flesh that were blown away by the intertwined phantoms, and the pieces of flesh that fell like rain.
of blood...
You can't even imagine that kind of despair unless you experience it yourself.
Therefore, among the war pets of terrain dragons tamed by humans, the spiny-backed terrain dragon is the rarest and most precious one.
Their talents and fighting prowess make them difficult to catch and even harder to tame. Even the most professional and famous hunting teams and animal trainers only have a few Spiny-backed Terradons for sale in a year.
This is why Roy was immediately attracted.
You know, even within his current territory of nine hills in a desperate situation, there is no such precious magical beast.
However, after his eyes swept over the Thorn-backed Terradon, Roy's attention was immediately attracted by the old man sitting quietly on the chair.
Compared to the conspicuousness of the thorn-backed terrain dragon, the old man looks very ordinary.
When he was sitting on a chair basking in the sun, his wrinkled face, half-closed eyes and stooped body made him look no different from any old man in the city.
However, Roy keenly smelled an unusual aura in this old man.
This kind of aura is so powerful. It is as unfathomable as the sea. Even if he just passes by the gathering dozens of meters away, even if the other party just sits quietly without any action, Roy still feels like he is facing a demon god.
I couldn't help but hold my breath while concentrating.
However, this was not the most important thing that Roy noticed about the old man.
The most important thing is that out of a vague and mysterious intuition, when Roy saw the old man for the first time, he inexplicably felt a sense of closeness.
At this moment, as if he felt something in his heart, the old man turned around and glanced at Roy.