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Chapter 16 Centipede or Dragon Dance?

Ten seconds later, the entire marching column exploded!

"Be careful! There may be enemies!"

"Where is the enemy? Where-"

"On the tree!"

"Troll!?"

"have no idea!"

At this time, the quality gap between the veteran knights and retinues and the newly recruited retinues and spearmen emerged.

The loyal knights rushed up with clattering horses. Without saying a word, they made another circle outside the four kings and surrounded their own duke. They all drew their swords and raised their shields, staring at the treetops above their heads. They were extremely nervous.

.

The Four Great Vajras are even more like facing powerful enemies.

At this moment, their status is only the pastors of the Holy Light Church, and their status is slightly higher than that of free citizens.

Without McDonald's support, how could they be qualified to lead military internships?

Whether it is out of morality towards their master or out of selfishness, they will protect McDonald to the death.

After a while, a few archers and crossbowmen rushed up, raised their bows and crossbows, and looked at the gaps in the mottled tree shadows. They were dazzled.

But where can I see the shadow of the enemy!

After a while, no movement was seen, and everyone slowly relaxed their nerves.

McDonald, who was protected by the Four King Kongs, was actually not afraid at all. If the Four Silver Saints couldn't protect him, he would have died.

"What's going on?" Uther frowned with thick long eyebrows.

As soon as he heard that his master was going to fight, he also suspended his 'study', and Baron Rivendell who ran over was even more nervous.

Turalyon repeated it once, and everyone who heard it found it strange.

The Duke said, "Unless a pie falls from the sky," does it really mean that a pie falls from the sky? Or is it a half-eaten one?

Everyone looked at the small teeth marks on the edge of the pie, and suddenly a guess came to their mind - a woman!?

Where did a pure man get such a cherry mouth?

It was weird as hell from start to finish.

Only a certain time traveler realizes something.

To do such a boring and painful thing, his temper must be a little out of control, and there are only a few suspects...

Well, there is only one answer, the culprit is us...

Ahem!

After Rivendell saw his boss's expression, he wondered: "Your Excellency, could it be you..."

"I have some ideas, but I'm not sure." McDonald looked at the half of the pie in a daze.

"What should we do?" Rivendell asked.

"Didn't we issue an announcement recruiting mercenaries and adventurers? Add a paragraph for me."

Two hours later, there was an additional paragraph of recruitment announcements on the bulletin boards of all the villages and towns along the way. The content was the same, but it was written again in Dwarf and High Elf.

In the nearby woods, after seeing the bulletin board with unimaginable eagle-eye vision, the mysterious woman was really surprised: "Huh? This little Duke is a bit interesting. Did he guess it?"

"Please, our covenant with humans can be a piece of waste paper at any time." On the tree, a handsome and slender ranger man rubbed his brows.

The silver-haired mysterious woman complained to him: "This piece of waste paper has been effective for 2800 years."

They suddenly noticed that a knight hurried over and said something to the village chief, so he hung a white lion logo made of tin next to the bulletin board and posted a new trilingual bulletin.

"For friends who are willing to cooperate?"

At a glance, you can tell that this is a mark issued to mercenaries, used to identify ourselves and the enemy on the battlefield. In fact, when the enemy is limited to trolls, the main reason is that guys without marks are not eligible to take the loot.

The woman smiled: "Look, Halduron, this little duke is really not simple."

Halduron*Mingyi, who is a bit handsome, has a big head: "Then shall we take it?"

"Take it! Why don't you take it?" The woman's laughter was full of playfulness.

Here, after four days of march, the army finally arrived at the foot of the mountain to the west of Zumashal.

This time, no one had any objections to MacDonald's road construction.

It only took one day to walk the first 40 kilometers, and it took three days to walk the next 40 kilometers. There was no way around it. Those 'secret weapons' were too heavy and the roads were broken. The carriage could get stuck ten or eight times a day.

Slowed down the speed of the army.

"Oh! My dear... Your Majesty the Duke, I look forward to your arrival every day." Baroness Anastari was so fierce that she even passed the two bosses Mograine and Abbendis and rushed over in advance.

Looking at the pair of big black sesame buns that could jump out of the low-cut top at any time, McDonald was quite speechless.

Ever since she was demoted to this barren North Valley, the Baroness has not had a good night's sleep. It's one thing for the village to be poor, but it's hard to live without it. But when she arrived, an incident occurred where the villagers were mauled by the moss-rot trolls.

At first she was probably desperate, but then she heard about McDonald's expedition, and she made up a lot of things in her mind. For example, someone still loved her, but out of love, he sent her here first, and then captured Zumasha.

Er, make this place the most gorgeous fiefdom or something.

Come on, she really thinks too much.

Not to mention that it's the same even when the lights are off. Looking at the nearly 1cm of fluff rippling in the sun, McDonald wanted to say, is it the same if you touch a peach and touch a durian skin?

"Pay attention to your identity! Baroness!" Rivendell shouted and scolded her stupidly on the spot. She stood there and did not dare to move.

Right next to her, McDonald, who was observing etiquette, ignored her presence and rode his horse to meet the heavily armed Mograine and Abedis.

Someone can't even ride a horse steadily, and his shaky posture won't fool anyone.

But he knew all the tricks. As a popular figure in the king's heart, he didn't even need to win this battle. He could just chop off a few troll heads and go back to the battlefield - our army severely damaged the moss-rot trolls and so on.

Anyway, from the king's reply, Mograine knew that he was not the protagonist.

If we really want to fight, then Mograine will take the lead.

"Welcome, Lord Stratholme."

"Long time no see, Lord Mograine! Lord Abedis!"

With the help of their attendants, the three people dismounted and came up to hug.

"Clang!" McDonald's silver armor collided with the red armor unique to the Scarlet Cross Legion, and McDonald took half a step back with a grin on his face.

The two tough men opposite said softly "Hey".

Unexpectedly, the notoriously modest (weak) and humble (chicken) son McDonald, who seems to be blown away by a gust of wind, actually has a high level of strength?

This is a bit of a surprise.

No one knows, this is someone's career template that just loaded a warrior, no matter how bad it is, there is a recipe for it.

A routine of patting each other on the rainbow, detailing the marriages of each family, why they were a family three thousand years ago, and they killed trolls together two thousand years ago. Anyway, that's how the aristocrats behave, they will just brag as long as they can get a relationship, and the atmosphere

It's harmonious.

"I was surprised to receive your request to go to war suddenly. I wonder if you have any strategy to defeat the enemy." Mograine's words were purely polite. If someone didn't have the ability, this would be a grand armed parade.

At worst, spend some food and grass, kill a few trolls and then go back.

No one wants to fight blindly and die under the rain of spears thrown by trolls.

McDonald smiled and snapped his fingers, and immediately a servant removed a miniature model from the carriage and came over.

"Is this... rushing a car?"

It has a triangular top like a house, which is covered with double layers of cowhide on the front, rear, and left sides, and is coated with fire-made lime mortar. The bottom is supported by a wooden frame and has wheels.

"No!" McDonald smiled evilly: "What if we connect the crosses and the twenty crosses together? Doesn't it look like... a dancing dragon, uh, centipede?"


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