Lying on the top of the straw pile, White slept very lightly. From time to time, he would be awakened by the "crackling" sound from the fire. At this time, he would quietly raise his head and look towards the haystack where the one-armed man sat alone.
Take a look at it, then sigh secretly, turn over gently, and continue to try to sleep.
In fact, what if you fall asleep?
White couldn't help but look at the bright stars in the sky, feeling bitter in his mouth.
Different from the clear sky in Kent, White, who has fought hard in the northern part of the kingdom and survived for thousands of days and nights, has long been accustomed to the sight of endless layers of lead clouds above his head. A sky full of stars like this,
On the contrary, it made him very uncomfortable and gave him an absurd sense of guilt.
"What a wonderful and rich place!" White exhaled a long breath, looking sideways at the blurry swaying wheat fields outside the village in the night, and sighed sincerely.
There is no war, no blood, no undead, and even the falling rain no longer carries the stench of burning bones. Everything looks so peaceful, so happy, so peaceful, as if it were your own.
Like my hometown.
"How peaceful!" Once upon a time, with the good desire to protect this tranquility, White came to the northern border of Erathia and joined the kingdom's army to resist the invasion of the undead.
Three years of blood and rain, dozens of births and deaths, and the help of countless comrades, allowed the young peasant boy to grow from an ordinary third-class auxiliary soldier to a fifth-level divine crossbowman as strong and sharp as an eagle. No matter how pale he was,
Ugly undead skeletons, foul-smelling bloody zombies, or even horrific ghosts cursed by humans, were all transformed into cups of earth under his crossbow arrows one by one, returning to rest in peace.
However, the more you gain, the more you lose.
Regardless of whether White is willing or not, the long and brutal fighting career has been silently transforming his body and mind. The more White fights to defend the tranquility behind him, the further away he becomes. He can no longer remember how long it has been since he slept.
A good sleep. When he was in the Legion, no matter how tired his body was, no matter how sleepy his mind was, as soon as he closed his eyes, White would be involuntarily wrapped up in nightmares of killing one after another. The ferocious undead, covered in blood.
Comrades, penetrating wounds, death... these are everything that accompany White through the long night.
I have also heard veterans say that some soldiers went crazy or committed suicide because they could not withstand such cruel physical and mental torture. White also guessed how long he could last, but the answer made him laugh. Because White felt that waiting
Before that day comes, he himself will have been torn to pieces by countless undead souls.
Therefore, the idea of leaving the northern frontier of the kingdom alive one day simply did not exist in White's mind.
It's a pity that because of Centurion, White finally walked out of that hellish fortress intact. Although, at this moment, the former divine crossbowman had been removed from his own legion and was attacked by the kingdom as a dangerous fugitive.
wanted.
However, White did not regret giving up his honor as a soldier, and he was not afraid of being surrounded by "noble dogs" like a rat crossing the street. Since he chose to follow the centurion, White would go all the way to kill him.
To this day, White still clearly remembers the first time he met the Centurion.
It was also a night, but it was raining. White's ten-man auxiliary team was besieged by hundreds of undead skeletons in a deserted village five kilometers away from the fortress.
White had just joined the army at the time, and he and his companions held on to the only uncollapsed hut in the village, making a desperate struggle.
In the desolate night outside the house, countless green phosphorus fires gathered silently, which was the most malicious look of the undead.
The ten young auxiliary soldiers were unable to withstand the attack of the undead, and even the hut in disrepair was shaken and collapsed.
In despair and death, White was thrown to the ground and waited for death with his eyes closed.
However, just when the bone blade filled with the aura of death was about to be inserted into Han Xue's chest, a patrol team descended like an angel to this forgotten corner of life.
In a daze, White saw a blurry red shadow, like a holy flame that purified the world, destroying large swaths of skeletons into powder in an instant.
This was the first time White saw the centurion, and at that time, the centurion still had his arm intact.
"Whitey!" Just as Whitey was still thinking wildly in his sleep, a very familiar low growl suddenly came from his ears.
With a "pop", White reflexively jumped up from the haystack, and then quickly rushed towards the one-armed man. At the same time, he held the long crossbow in his hand and cocked an arrow.
"Centurion!" When he came to the one-armed man, he saw a very solemn expression on his face. White immediately knew something was wrong.
"Go wake everyone up and prepare to fight!" The one-armed man holding a long sword said coldly, looking steadily in the direction of the village entrance.
"yes!"
Without any unnecessary doubts or hesitation, White rushed towards the nearby farmhouse, shouting loudly at the same time, waking up the sleeping thieves one by one.
"You noticed it?"
Just as the awakened thieves walked out of their sleeping rooms one by one with angry faces or expressions of confusion, the thin figure wearing a black robe unexpectedly appeared next to the one-armed man.
"It's so quiet outside the village, so quiet that even the barking of wild dogs has disappeared. It seems that the pursuers have arrived." The one-armed man glanced at the other party and said calmly.
"Huh!" A low hum came from the robe, without comment, and then turned around, and the thin figure disappeared into the thick shadow again.
"Chief, this is..." Finally, amidst the hustle and bustle, a veteran thief was urged by the thieves, tentatively came to the one-armed man, and asked cautiously.
"Prepare to fight." Although he knew that the so-called "prepare to fight" was just empty words to the thieves, the one-armed man still shouted to the gathered "men".
"fighting?"
"Fighting with whom?"
"Did the nobles catch up?"
"Why didn't you see any movement?"
Upon hearing the leader's order, the group of thieves immediately erupted into a buzzing sound.
However, the thieves who have been able to survive until now are all experienced thieves. Although they are confused in their hearts and mouths, they still take out their weapons one after another, search for terrain, and be on full alert.
"Bah, rabble." White, who was standing behind the one-armed man, looked at the various "companions" in front of him and cursed in a low voice with disdain: "With such an attitude, if he had been in the army, he would have been beaten to death with a military stick."
"White, seize the point and create the machine." The one-armed man also knew that it was impossible to ask this group of bandits to form a formation to meet the enemy like the regular army, so he did not force it, but just whispered to his old subordinates.
"Yes, Centurion!" Just like when he was in the army, White stood up at attention after receiving the battle order, put his right hand on his chest and saluted, and then quickly disappeared into the dark village.
Looking around again, he raised his hand and extinguished all the fires on the field, leaving only one behind him. The one-armed man took a deep breath and suddenly stretched out his left arm. The huge black sword was like a black streak.
The flame pointed straight ahead and shouted: "When it comes, fight it! Why doubt it!?"
"Ha! I didn't expect there to be a true warrior among the thieves. Raise the fire and enter the village!" Along with the one-armed man's roar like a lion roaring wildly at night, a deep and majestic laughter immediately resounded inside and outside Beni Village.
In an instant, countless torches lit up from all directions, immediately driving away the thickest darkness before dawn. Then, bursts of heavy horse hooves ruthlessly trampled the tranquility of the night, carrying the burning eyes.
The firelight entered the village.
"It's really an army of nobles. It's coming too fast!"
"Chief, let's withdraw immediately."
"Why did so many people come all at once?"
Suddenly seeing that he was surrounded by a heavy army of Kent County nobles, even the most experienced thief could not help but feel his heart beat fast and his fingers tremble. You know, in the recent breakout battle in Ogg County, there were many people close to him.
Half of the thieves died on the spot. But today, seeing a large number of noble warriors and knights surrounding themselves, no one was sure how many people would die before they could open a bloody path again.
"end!"
When the noble sergeants rushed into the village for a certain distance, Lord Rosser, who was at the front of the queue, suddenly raised his left hand and stopped the entire army. Immediately, groups of soldiers jumped off their horses in family units.
They formed an array on the spot, as if they were one embankment after another made of swords and guns. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded the group of thieves in the center of the village tightly without missing a trace. At the same time, the real cavalry cooperated with the powerful center.
The knights stayed slightly further behind. Once the commander gave the order to attack, these fully armed killers would charge forward like an unstoppable flood, crushing, scattering, and killing the enemies in front of them.
"Thieves, give you one minute to release Sir Royata and surrender. I promise to give everyone a fair trial." As the former enemy commander in this battle, Lord Rosser looked at the hidden enemy with an expressionless face.
There are figures in the dark corners behind the barn, and only when you glance at that lonely figure, a hint of appreciation flashes in your eyes.
"A fair trial? I'm afraid there are not enough gallows in Kent." Looking at the once familiar military situation in front of him, the one-armed man said coldly.
"Assaulting the nobles of the kingdom is a serious crime, and the guilty should naturally be punished." At this time, Lord Helin on the side said.
"Ha! Thieves who commit crimes should naturally be punished. What about crimes committed by nobles? Or is it that the gallows and guillotine are naturally prepared for untouchables?" The one-armed man did not look at Helene, but asked Rosser with a slight sarcasm.
Lord, his tone was as cold as ice.
"Warrior, since you feel that you have suffered injustice, why don't you take revenge on the perpetrators, but point your sword at the innocent?" At this time, a young voice asked calmly.
Regarding this question, the one-armed man unexpectedly fell silent.
At the same time, no one made a sound, whether it was the coalition of Kent nobles outside the village or the thieves hiding in the village.
After a moment, the one-armed man raised his head, his eyes as red as flames slowly lit up, and even the light of the bonfire was suppressed.
"I have punished the evildoer. But this evil world still needs sword and fire to purify it!"
As if it was a horn declaring war, as the one-armed man roared like a volcano erupting, a huge red halo instantly lit up at his feet. Along with the heat waves flying up like a burning flame, a ball of the same
Red flames began to ignite on the one-armed man's black sword.
Before dawn, the one-armed man, each with a sword, charged forward with a wisp of pure fire.
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notice:
It has been more than half a month since "The Kingdom of Heroes" was uploaded. During this period, thanks to the love and care of all book friends, this book has been able to occupy a place on the new game book list. In this regard, a certain Xiang feels and
Ashamed, I feel trembling again. I deeply feel that the best way to repay you is to be honest and up to date.
Of course, since I started writing this story, I also hope that during the serialization process of "The Kingdom of Heroes", I can get the love and attention of the majority of book lovers (especially comrades Eisan). You can even use this book as a
platform to jointly discover and share the fun, excitement and passion of the Heroes of Invincible series. (This can also be regarded as a small ambition)
In the next week, Xianxiang will continue to do its best to ensure the speed of two updates a day. At the same time, I urge all book friends (comrades) to send as many recommendation votes as possible to Xianxiang in the middle of next week, so that
"The Kingdom of Heroes" can gain enough motivation to sprint and move towards a higher ranking. In the process, "The Kingdom of Heroes"'s new book list index (based on the index at 24:00 that day) increases by one thousand points.
One chapter will be added for a certain elephant; for every 10,000-point improvement (an extravagant hope), three additional chapters will be added. All added and updated chapters will be provided within 24 hours, and will never be delayed. (That means staying up all night, asking for leave, and skipping work.
, pretending to be dead...some elephant will fulfill his promise)
