High Magic Earth

The wind fizzed and horses roared, and countless towering figures were hiding in some sparse dense forests, like wandering souls wandering in the middle of the night with nowhere to return. The sound of rustling leaves hung up, blocking the sound of horseshoes pacing on the dirt.し

The crowd was crowded, and countless cavalrymen were hiding in the forest a few miles away from this twin river city, but under the shadow of the shadows at the moment, they did not make a sound, no one whispered, and there was no war horse hiss.

Only the deathly silence, together with the disappearance of birds and insects, makes the forest look strange.

Don't underestimate these iron rides from the Middle Ages. Although the Middle Ages seem to be a backward era, their combat effectiveness is not weak at all. No matter in what era, the existence of specializations is the existence of super high skills.

These knights fought for the rest of their lives until they beat a prestigious and generous net worth. They are more lethal than the soldiers of later generations, because the knight's career is all in their lives.

Nearly ten thousand Tieqi did not make a sound, they quietly hid in this endless forest, waiting for the enemies from the north from ancient times.

The knights assembled here and waited for their own orders. Those nobles also came here and waited for the news from the scout ahead, which would determine whether their actions were good or bad.

Similarly, the ordinary knights at the bottom also have their own lives and ideas.

Atria, an ordinary knight from a small town near the beauty fair, was born poor. There is no outstanding net worth, just handed down from generation to generation. The wealthy family property and a set of knight armor allow him to squeeze into the upper knight class of ice and fire.

He, who had never participated in the war, seemed a little nervous at this time.

To appease the equally agitated warhorse, Atria stretched out her hand to her polished knight's sword, clenched it, and slowly released her hand. Then squeeze again. Let go of it again, as if it would give him a trace of peace of mind.

Thinking about it, he took out some warm meat that was warmed by his body from the armor, and then began to chew slowly. Anyway, he still remembered the experience and traditions left by his parents. Atria chewed slowly. Allow yourself to supplement as much energy as possible with some food.

His movements made several other nearby knights look sideways, but looked at his young face, and no one said anything.

Atria's knight armor is incomplete. Half of the shoulder armor, half of the breast armor, and only one leg armor left. He didn't have a knight's helmet, so he didn't cover the younger face.

Experienced knights nearby can see at a glance what is going on. Apparently, Atria was just a grown-up, and when he heard those nobles recruiting brave men to resist the ghosts, as soon as it sounded like an epic and legendary story, he couldn’t wait to pick up his father’s weapons and came to the battlefield .

Presumably, there are no elders in his family, so he will not be allowed to stop his death.

The blood of young people always renders the best dyes and catalysts on the battlefield.

But I have to say. The rewards for recruiting them this time are also very generous, enough to make the knights heart-warming, and let the ordinary low-level civilians live for a large amount of gold coins for several years.

Let the nobles who stole get such a large sum of money, the enemies they face this time can be imagined.

What's more, a large number of knights in front of those with neat movements and equipment are like a person. It is the private soldiers of several famous nobles in the south. Even they have been dispatched. The nobles have also invested their blood. .

This is the usual method of warfare used by nobles. For example, Stannis, he likes to spend all his dispatches, because the cavalry dispatch is costly once, and the problem that can be solved at one time should not be delayed twice.

Most of the knights here are trying to salvage the last stroke, or plan to use their own value for their juniors. Their age is unclear. Even if they do not die on the battlefield, they will soon be unable to sit on horseback. Too.

But there are also young people like Atria, where there is no shortage of young people's blood.

"Come on, come on quickly." After eating a small piece of meat, Atria seemed to be a lot of energy. He was released from the sleepy state, and then whispered in his mouth.

His voice was very low, almost no bigger than a mosquito, but the nearby knights who were close to him still heard clearly, even across a thick helmet.

In the battle of cold weapons and chaos, the five senses and intuition are essential. Use your eyes to capture and avoid with your experience. Sometimes you need intuition and hearing to avoid deadly danger.

The important thing in chaos is not **** the enemy, but how to protect yourself, because if you are not careful, you will be injured by weapons that you don’t know from there. In chaos, injury also means death.

"You really want them to appear?" Suddenly, a knight inserted his words in a low voice, an ugly helmet buckled on his head, he could not see his face clearly, but his eyes radiated a divine light in the dark, It seems that age is not too small.

Atria froze for a moment before he responded and told him, but he didn't think much and responded immediately, "Of course, why not."

"Because as long as we play, we have money to take." The old knight sneered. "Whether there is an enemy or not, as long as we go to Baigang City to investigate for a lap, even if the task is completed, I want to finish this one safely. Many months away."

"But, but there is a bag of gold coins in the head of a strange ghost." Atria was young and arrogant, and apparently was planning to fight for his reason.

But at this time another knight had interrupted him, "Do you know how many aliens there are, and how many huge corpses are around them?"

"Ghoul... Alien... What is that?" Atria was confused.

There were ears standing all around to hear a low chuckle from the knights here, as if mocking Atria’s ignorance, or his bravery, even the stranger didn’t understand, so he dared to face them. It was really courageous. Chia.

In fact. Southern knights really don't know much about the history and history of strange ghosts. Most of the northern knights know more. But at the moment, the entire northern border is like a locust crossing, no grass grows, and don't expect any city to have living people.

The quick and shrewd ancestors had long ran to Esos by boat, and there were few knights in the north. Except for the aristocratic scholars who recorded these things, most people in the south did not know that they were about to meet. What is right. Some active corpses and bone shelves? They simply don't understand the relationship between ghouls and aliens.

Perhaps some knights near the Sancha River Basin near Baigang understand. For example, these old knights.

It seemed to be shocked by Atria's stupidity, the old knight shook his head, and the helmet made a squeaky squeak, "Hehehe...gold coins." He smiled hoarsely, and the unpleasant voice was like An ugly night owl was crying, "Give you a piece of advice to young people, if I were you, I would never think I would run into a ghost."

"It's how far you can run after you touch it."

"Why?" Atria was not convinced.

"Because of him. Knight Digerheren, he participated in the battle of Sanchahe, the battle of the green forest, and even survived the encounter with the evil wizard while patrolling. He became the only survivor."

Someone beside him explained coldly, "It's a pity that he seemed to have experienced something terrible at that time, and his memory became very bad. When he saw the white horse and the thing with wings, he would fall into madness."

"Evil...evil wizard?" Atria stammered.

Then the knight found out that Digel didn’t seem to answer anymore, and went on to say, “Don’t care what evil wizards are not wizards. You should already know before the call, they are in large numbers, so try to protect yourself, don’t Go to death."

Although this unknown knight spoke coldly, even badly, but his words were very good. Every knight is a valuable combat power. Sometimes you help him, he may happen to save you when fighting A life.

"But we... there are so many people." The voice fell low. Atria was not an idiot. He could hear the good intentions of others or malicious. The cavaliers received more education, and even two civilians. world.

When the children of civilians grew up in their teens and were still in trouble, the nobles and knights' classes had begun to play tricks and tricks and calculate the psychology of others. It is really difficult to imagine that these are all humans, living on the same land and mud on.

So Atria has heard that these knights are not malicious, but the young man's flamboyance makes him unwilling to easily soften.

The knights who came here clearly understood his heart, and after snorting, he no longer ignored him, and he didn't even bother to explain.

But at this time, Digel, who had been silent, suddenly looked up and interpolated, "But, they have more people."

"I..." Atria hadn't spoken yet and was interrupted by Diger.

"How much of our people, I don't think." He smiled, "but when the battle really comes, you will find the fear of war, you have no companions, you have only yourself, only you...one person."

Although Digel was laughing, the smile seemed to be with a gruesome and madness, so Atria could not help but shivered and shivered, and looked at the old knight seemed to become emaciated, Atria Involuntarily feeling a coolness, he was unwilling to talk more in his heart, and even seemed to see other people around him like a devil. Under the sparse tree shadow, the swaying figure seemed to dance like a group of demons, making people crazy.

"Justice will defeat evil." Atria finally gave up his rebuttal and whispered, "Our experience will be written into the historical song, our battle will be praised as a legend, and the Seven Gods will bless us."

"Gquack, God? Ahaha." Digel suddenly laughed a bit sadly. He lowered his voice as if he remembered something, but he didn't remember it. "There is something in the darkness, but it's definitely not Our God, the Seven Gods cannot bless you, they have abandoned us, they..."

"Hush, no sound!" Suddenly, a knight beside him who had been paying attention to the periphery made a gesture and then became serious.

All the knights, including Diger, became serious. These old guys who had participated in countless wars had a very sensitive instinct. They told them from the war instinct between life and death that they had something to happen. Even if it still seems calm at this time.

But this is just the serenity before the storm.

. . .

Anxious, anxious, very anxious.

Sir Helens twitched the horse's hooves restlessly. While appeasing the horse, he seemed to subconsciously comfort his uneasy mood.

Because his mood is really bad, the scout troops have not reported for a long time, and there are three scout squads that have not returned for a whole time. They may never come back. They disappeared in this world. The darkness and the forest are like a giant devouring flesh and blood, and there is nothing left to devour the scout team.

They must have encountered something, which is certain, but the question is, what did they encounter, whether it was a beast, an unexpected situation, or something else. . Is the goal of their trip.

When the army travels, there must be scouts that follow the army. This is a matter of course.

Helens did a good job. As the temporary commander of the resistance to the Alien Alliance, Helens mobilized all the experienced knights in the cavalry and formed dozens of scouts, each of which was not in quantity. Many, because they are not fighting against enemies with brains, but corpses that have won in numbers, but there are many teams of scouts, which can ensure that the front, back, left and right are the eyes of Helens.

The news kept coming back, but at the moment, the news stopped, and there was no longer any wait for the news to come back.

One may be an accident, but three in a row is enough to make Helens restless. He glanced back and prepared to call Daniel. He was a survivor of the Baigang refugees. It was rare and organized. A few educated people had arrived, but Helens immediately thought that there would be no good idea to call him, so he gave up the plan.

He admits that Daniel has a set of management, but in war, forget it, Herrons did not dare to take risks.

"The scout team is back!"

However, this anxiety did not last long, and the good news came. The goddess of luck looked at Herrons, and he couldn't help but whispered, "Bless the Seven Gods."

The squad came to the horses of these nobles and knights without hindrance. They did not pay much courtesy. Instead, they sat on the horseback. The captain of the scout said directly, "Master, the ghosts are here, we found them. Not far from the north."

Helens was surprised, they came, but then calm down, which is not unexpected, after all, the purpose of their trip is to solve the strange ghost, right? Sooner or later, they will encounter ~www.readwn.com~ So Helens immediately frowned and calmly dissatisfied, "Not far? How far is it? I need an accurate value. Do you scout to do this?"

"About ten kilometers." The scout captain bowed his head and said hurriedly.

"Ten kilometers." Herrons froze for a moment, turning his eyes. "You can prepare." He talked to the other knights around him, or asked.

But at this time, the captain of the scout suddenly interrupted him. This is very incredible. Is it necessary to interrupt and intervene in the conversation of the nobility? But obviously, the rush of the scout captain can hear the urgency of this matter. , "Adult, I'm afraid I can't prepare anymore. We don't have time. They are fast."

"Soon." Herrons frowned. "How fast."

"Yes..." The scout captain replied immediately, but suddenly stopped, he paused, and felt the slight vibration on the ground with Helens, "... so fast." He slowly spit out the remaining few Words, and then said. (To be continued.)

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