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The bristle brush slipped from the fingers that had lost their strength and fell to the ground. His mouth opened slightly but he couldn't say anything. His eyes widened and his breathing became disordered.
Some things cannot be dealt with with a smile. The so-called things that are difficult to express are from the reaction - the 13-year-old waiter saw it for the first time.
Strict knight education supported Locke from making excessive erratic actions. Ordinary civilians who lacked relevant education have already slumped to the ground.
Contaminated with various solid and liquid attachments, the original color of the white cloth is almost invisible, covering several cargo carriages. The driver's facial skin is loose, the eyes with dark circles are wide open, and the fluffy beard on the chin makes the face
The facial expression filled in a more neurotic puzzle piece. The stains on the white cloth dried and oxidized and turned into a horrible brown. The twisted armor was exposed under the gap. The smell in the air told the cargo of the carriage. Behind the carriage was a picture.
Zhang's expression was as lifeless as that of the coachman, and the marching procession with gloomy faces gave annotation to people's speculations.
After paying a heavy price, the crusade troops gained - failure.
well equipped;
Well trained;
Kong Wu is powerful;
huge amount of;
Magicians and nobles travel together;
The human army has too many favorable factors.
Lost to a group of bandits with pointy ears.
No one can convince themselves to accept a reality that is too unrealistic.
The generals, whose faces were full of joy and cheered loudly for victory, were riding on carriages, waving the treasures and trophies they had captured from the enemy's lair. Everyone sprinkled celebratory flowers, and the girls wore beautiful clothes that they had made difficult choices after worrying for several days.
Hugging and kissing warriors covered in dust, parents handed celebratory wine to their returning children, and merchants took advantage of the excitement of the celebration to sell goods at high prices and make a fortune.
——The return of the army that everyone expected, believed, and was waiting for should be like this.
The army that relied on relaxed and happy emotions and imagination was back. The beautiful illusion that people had planned was cleanly shattered by the decadent, desperate, and unbearable atmosphere that filled the queue. The stunned expressions that made the correct response before thinking were also shattered.
Becomes part of the status annotation.
Elf——
Defeated humanity.[
Everyone felt like they were in a nightmare, the most terrifying and terrifying kind.
In the name of the Supreme Almighty Mother Goddess! A group of rustic, stupid elves nesting in the ravine! It should not and cannot be this group of pagan pigs who defeated the elite and brave knights of mankind!!!
Vulgar Albion guys, Castile bastards, savage orc bastards, ferocious group danger species... Although there is a possibility of losing to these rubbish bastards! But, elves... priests in the church, castles
The lord in the manor, the bards and rappers wandering around all said they had some kind of intellectual defect, and the vulnerable elves with low ability to use force and mana. The elves who should have accepted the conditions of human rule actually severely damaged a fully armed army.
Human army?!!
A nightmare within a nightmare, a realistic nightmare that shakes even confidence and common sense.
"Victor...Victor!!!!"
The old woman with wrinkles all over her face and pale silver hair rushed out of the crowd and threw herself into the gloomy carriage compartment. A left hand dyed black and auburn slipped from under the white cloth, and a rose rosary of unremarkable style and color was wrapped around it.
The wrist without any life movement was dazzling in the sunlight, and the shrill screams split the strange pauses, tearing at the restless and trembling nerves of the crowd.
"Damn it! Stop that crazy bitch!"
The commander on the pure white back waved his wand, and his sinister face shrouded in leaden gray cursed roughly. The soldiers who had been trained by the whip to obey orders like domestic dogs rushed at full speed towards the old woman pulling the white cloth.
Perhaps because they didn't have enough breakfast or exhausted too much energy during the long journey, the soldiers were unable to pull the old woman who was crying out her son's name from the side rail of the carriage. Repeated pulling had no effect. The soldiers who exhausted their patience lifted her feet up like
He kicked the old woman in the abdomen like a disgusting piece of garbage. Amidst the angry and frightened exclamations of the crowd, the old woman clung to the sheet that refused to let go and fell to the ground in a low parabola.
The tragic and depraved scene was frozen for several seconds, and the girl's screams of extreme fear made it difficult for the onlookers to keep their vocal organs silent.
There were corpses piled on the carriage, and everyone had already guessed this. They had also seen and touched corpses, seen thieves and robbers being hanged and beheaded, and they were also lucky enough to witness the scene of heretics being burned at the stake. Even though
They should be able to withstand a carriage of corpses.
Corpse pieces piled together haphazardly.
What was carried on the carriage was beyond the limits of people's imagination and tolerance, fragments of what was once called human beings.
No corpse can be considered complete. There are missing limbs, abdominal and chest clefts, unknown organs hanging outside the body, or shrunken and charred mutilated pieces of meat piled up in the carriage. This pile of meat cannot be seen to exist at all.
The dignity of any deceased person, the carelessness of carrying and disposing of garbage, the disgust and the strong smell of corpses blew into the face along with the frightening fishy wind, and the horror of being on the edge of hell stirred up the crowd's gradually boiling uneasiness.
"Victor!!!!"
The old woman struggled to get up from the dust, and her calloused and wrinkled hands reached out from the fence formed by the strong arms of the soldiers. Following the waving arms, the charred body with the rosary wrapped around it among the corpses was revealed.
The human form reflected in Locke's bewildered eyes.
The limbs below the thigh disappeared, and a horrifying white leg bone protruded from the center of the burnt black and blood-red section. There was a crossbow arrow penetrating wound on the shoulder blade. There was nothing, and the empty eye sockets like an abyss still retained the embers of the last cry for survival.
Locke suddenly remembered the toy soldier that he wanted very much when he was six years old, but was broken and discarded by the neighbor boy. The soldier who could not close his eyes until his death and the tattered doll that was thrown away after getting tired of playing with it, the two were inexplicably similar.
The commotion started and the crowd shouted the names of their relatives. Two groups of people who couldn't hear each other yelled and shouted at each other. The loudest and clearest voice among them was that of the old woman who was tearing everyone's heart apart.
"Arrest! Arrest the crazy woman who disturbed the queue! This heretic! She is a spy of the heresy!!"
The man who looked like a commander raised his ruby-encrusted wand. The mana around him gathered and turned into an atmospheric vortex, and the roaring wind was about to turn into deadly fangs.
"Be like a man! Viscount! The Mother Goddess gave you the power to drive Mana, and His Majesty the King gave you the magic wand to show off your power to the mother who sacrificed her children for the country and faith?!!" [
The powerful roar was like an exploding thunderbolt. The screaming crowd, who was about to lose control, held their breath and stopped moving. They all turned to look at the source of the angry voice. The commander with a high temperature of his head twisted his neck viciously, deviating from reason and bloodshot eyes.
His cloudy eyes were fixed on those who dared to openly rebuke the nobles.
The person who acted like he was seeking death was a tall, strong man. He had a tall figure that was slightly lower than the wretched man riding on the pure woman. He held up the linen fabric and had strong muscles and skin that were reminiscent of rocks and anvils.
The parts of the body that were not covered by linen can be seen with numerous scars left over from many battles in the past. The thick sideburns and the silver sideburns that are equally hard and hard to distinguish give the fairly decent facial features a fierce aura similar to that of a bandit or bandit.
The man with an evil-looking face held down the boy dressed as a knight's page with his left hand. The cold light of sullen contempt pierced Viscount François Foucher (Frnos Fuher) from his eyes. The next moment he would launch a charge with a determined expression that showed no sign of class.
Things like dignity and inferiority are put in the eyes.
"Is the mother who lost her son a heretic? The right and ability to decide this issue does not lie with you, the Viscount. The one who has the qualifications is the supreme and almighty Mother Goddess and her spokesperson in the world. Your Excellency, the Viscount, you have already connected with this
Have you forgotten everything?”
"Chevalier Edgar Pierre (egrperre), are you qualified to teach a noble magician? Think about your status!"
"That's right, Sir Viscount. I am not a magician, and my brain is not very good. I have participated in three battles to defend the orcs on the border of Lapland, and now I am just a low-level knight with nothing but brute strength. Under your guidance, sir.
There is nothing in my eyes."
He spoke with honorifics, but did not give in on the content. The pungent counterattack came from the seemingly rough man's mouth and hit the Viscount who was about to go berserk.
"However, there is an even more remarkable person besides you who is commanding the battle. I hope that the earl who is waiting for you to return to report the [Great Victory] will not be here for a long time... How about this?"
[Wind Fang], which could be released at any time by changing the direction of attack, stopped further movements, and the street fell into a dead silence like midnight for the third time. The cold knight who was born as a commoner and the magician Viscount who had accumulated six generations of blood were facing each other motionless.
Locke, who had wanted to rush out to protect the old woman before, felt the palms holding his shoulders relax. The Viscount's closest attendants noticed that their master, who was pretending to be calm, had a hot face and his hands were shaking wildly.
In the end, the confrontation did not last for more than a minute, because there were still many important things to do - such as how to defend the failure to Count Agentolaton, calm the anger of the distant cousin, clarify one's own responsibilities, etc. -
Viscount Fouche was waiting to handle matters many times more important than getting entangled with such a trivial matter as a crazy old woman and a lowly knight with no sense of etiquette.
With a cold snort, the viscount put away his wand, and the spell was released. Pulling the reins, the obedient pure woman carried the nervous master and once again took a trained step toward the count's castle. The demoralized army also had no morale.
The silent march begins again.
The horse with sharp ears cannot see what is behind it like its owner, and the soldiers on the outside who are close to the crowd can catch the sounds of spitting and whispering curses. The horse cannot respond to human emotions and the horse avoids those unfriendly sights and sounds.
Human beings maintained a synchronized silence.
"coward!"
"Flattery!"
More than one person was whispering such curse words, and Locke could hear many resonant words.
Amid the curses, one could hear soft sobs that could no longer be suppressed, as low as words of comfort. Surrounded by emotions of shock, accusation, doubt, and disgust, the army of Matai dragged their long black backs and slowly moved towards the Earl's castle.
,
——It looked almost like a funeral procession.
The turbulent emotions in his heart were suppressed and calmed down. Looking at the embarrassment of the queue he once longed for, Locke didn't know what to say.
Seeing the defeated soldiers and miserable corpses returning from the battlefield, it was hard for the always optimistic knight boy to smile.
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Brunhil: This is the second update as agreed, and there will be another update tonight! Please continue to vote!