. The yellow sand is still misty, and the early sun is still hazy.
Dele sat on the horse, rising and falling with the saddle, staring expressionlessly at the horizon connecting the dust and clouds.
Dark and blurry.
Just like the same old thing.
After several seconds, with the respectful reminder from his subordinates, Dele turned his horse's head and looked straight ahead.
The "gate" blocked by more than a dozen men and horses, the hard sandy ground that was flattened by force, the fortresses stacked up and down behind, the guards standing solemnly, and the cross and double-star flags flying in the air.
Of course, there is also a flag that shines like stars in the mist.
Stardust Battle Flag.
Just like the same old thing.
As expected, a group of camp guards came forward, arrogantly.
They clashed with Dele's team. The two sides quarreled, yelled, pushed, and collided.
Like two stallions feeding from the same stable.
Dele ignored it and let the situation develop, just taking out the water bladder from the saddle bag.
In Xihuang, the tongue will tell you faster than the eyes
The desert is not far away.
When Dele swallowed his third sip of water and his guard captain pointed angrily at the flag behind him, the conflict reached its climax. Both sides, who were glaring at each other in anger, could no longer suppress their emotions. They drew their knives and drew their swords, and raised their bows and crossbows.
His personal guards gave the order, and hundreds of horsemen immediately dispersed into battle formation.
The camp guards behind the gate rushed out and surrounded them tightly with gnashing teeth.
And Dele also caught a glimpse of more than a dozen magic guns and city guard crossbows poking out of the crenels from the observation deck high up, aiming towards them.
The tense atmosphere is on the verge of breaking out.
Just like the same old thing.
Dele, who was still riding the horse, snorted lowly.
He raised the water bag again and swallowed the fourth sip of water gracefully and effortlessly.
Then, of course, at the last moment, "Galloping Horse" Frank appeared at the door at the right time, sternly stopped his standing army soldiers, and then came to Dele with all etiquette and respect, asking him to forgive the royal standing army for "extraordinary times".
"Necessary vigilance.
It's as if they actually have "normal times".
Then, Frank, who looked much older than eleven years ago, welcomed them joyfully and warmly on behalf of Baron Blade Tooth.
By the way, I would like to sincerely apologize for the fact that the Baron is busy with business and cannot come to greet you.
Just like the same old thing.
So, their team entered the camp with disdain and hostility, walked onto the main road, and faced the noisy crowd.
Dele then lost the laziness and fatigue on the road, straightened his back, tightened his shoulders, and allowed his beloved horse "Saber" to move forward leisurely but gracefully, quietly but still vigilantly, with the guards on both sides riding on the horse, doing their duty.
They conscientiously raised their whips to clear the way, the queue was neat and the momentum was majestic.
The noisy camp fell silent.
In confusion and surprise, people all over the street stared at the group of them blankly for about five seconds.
Then, the first group of people stared, trembled, covered their mouths with their hands, and let out suppressed screams.
They yelled and pointed at the big flag behind Dele, telling those who didn't react what that flag represented.
Facing all kinds of eyes, Dele tightened his muscles, whether it was his back, arms or cheeks.
Just like the same old thing.
About three seconds later, the crowd exploded.
Amid an ear-splitting uproar comparable to that of a siege battle, Dele's guard captain skillfully lifted the reins and stepped forward with a fierce look on his face. His specially made long whip made a beautiful spin in the air, making a warning blast.
"Give way!"
The captain's echo echoed throughout the fortress for more than a second.
Then, the crowds that crowded the street and blocked the procession dispersed in a chaotic situation.
Among them were the hurried footsteps running back and forth, the urgent cries of those who were dragged down and knocked over, the complaints of merchants whose goods were scattered, and the vicious curses of those who were unlucky enough to have their belongings stolen in the chaos.
Until the end, only those figures were left on the sides of the road and in the streets and alleys. Most people tried to squeeze their bodies closer into the corners, while showing awe or curiosity in their eyes, and sneaking towards Dele's team from time to time.
At a glance, many of them focus on Dele.
Just like the same old thing.
With hundreds of years of accumulated prestige and ingrained knowledge, at least in this land, few people dare to fight against the flag behind Dele.
rare.
but.
Not without.
Dele's eyes swept across the streets mixed with dust and filth, and he looked away from the two sneaky and slovenly gangsters. Before he could react, the guards who were patrolling the road and clearing the way came forward and gave him a whip.
, beating the two men until they crawled away from the empty street crying and howling.
Dele looked at the sand and dust raised by the whip and nonchalantly pulled up his mask to cover his mouth and nose.
It has been eleven years since he last came to Blade Tooth Camp, and the haze of the desert war has long gone.
But Blade Tooth Camp is still the same as before.
Chaos, blood, and filth.
Even the few fortresses of charred houses that had obviously been burnt to rubble recently did not look out of place.
Just like their Western Wilderness.
When he was a child, Dele's father used to be full of drunkenness and ferocity. When he whipped him, he actually whipped the servants, because every time after his father woke up from alcohol, if he found any wounds on his body, he would get angry and punish the servants with torture.
Because when they didn't take good care of the little master, they told Dele Xihuang what it was like before.
A land that is free, wild, rich in gold, simple, unrestrained, and accessible to all directions. It is also crowded with all kinds of exotic beauties and all the fine wines from the entire continent.
And everything can be solved with a sword.
That is the Western Wilderness.
Their paradise.
Of course, Dele had never seen the Western Wilderness that his father was talking about.
In fact, he spent most of his childhood and adulthood away from his hometown.
One night when he was eight years old, Dele's alcoholic father ran into his room as usual, staggering around and trying to "teach him something."
His mother, after being reminded by the servants as usual, hurried over as usual to take Dele away.
Only that time, his father was very drunk.
superb.
That time, what my drunken father touched was not a riding crop.
But a sword.
That sword is very sharp.
Too sharp.
Dele suddenly felt that the color in front of his eyes suddenly turned a little redder.
He adjusted his sitting posture unnaturally and subconsciously pressed his back shoulders to dispel the bright red in front of his eyes.
The scar from decades ago still seems to be aching.
Everything can be solved with a sword.
Thinking about his father's words, Dele snorted softly.
He remembered that on their wedding night, when his wife timidly asked him where the scar on his back came from, and he answered "battlefield" with a sullen face, his wife, who was almost still a half-grown child, looked half shocked.
It's also an expression of admiration.
battlefield.
My husband is a true warrior, my wife said, her soft fingers touching the scar with pride and reverence in her eyes.
Thinking of this, Dele tightened his fingers on the horse's reins.
Bullshit battlefield.
Bullshit.
His breathing quickened.
Dele had been on the battlefield and was injured. After leaving his hometown, his aunt and his wife insisted on raising him with the traditions of the Western Wilderness. In fact, he had several war wounds that could be boasted about, some of which were even used by the most difficult soldiers to deal with.
When the children saw it, they also gave a thumbs up.
Once upon a time, the blood flowing out from it was also bright red blood,
But not that one.
Dele touched his back shoulder, his expression tense.
no.
Not that kind of bright red.
no.
He still doesn't know why he lied on his wedding night.
Or towards the person closest to me in this life.
But that's too late.
Too late.
Just like that night.
Dele's hand slowly relaxed and moved away from the scar.
He still remembered how the strangers broke into the castle after the incident. The group of warriors were rough and fierce. Their armors were painted with skulls with four eye holes. Facing them, the family guards were indifferent.
Dare to speak out.
Also on that day, Dele, who was seriously injured and had a high fever and was in a coma, saw many people.
The old Duke, who was ill but not angry and proud, and his nephew and heir.
The old Count Bozdorf who once hugged Dele.
And his aunt and uncle who came in a hurry from the east.
Of course, there is also the noble prince who is surrounded by thousands of people.
But my father, who had always been overbearing and always told the truth, stood alone in the middle of the hall, facing a group of noble people, remaining slightly awake, with a pale face and lowered eyebrows.
The last thing Dele remembered was what the prince said.
His father first roared loudly, and then rushed towards the prince angrily. After being stopped by those vicious stranger soldiers, he collapsed to the ground as if he had lost his soul, looking helplessly at Dele.
He still remembered the look in his father's eyes.
Dele himself, held tightly in the arms of his tearful but extremely tough aunt, finally got into the carriage and left the castle.
Away from hometown.
Together with my mother's coffin.
Years pass by.
Dele never saw his father again. In the era of war and chaos, the latter died in the siege of Yongxing City and suffered a national disaster.
Like...
That prince.
Thinking of this, Dele suddenly opened his eyes.
At the end of the street, he saw the tall tower.
And standing under the tower...
Another prince.
"Of course, if Your Highness wants to go out for a drink, don't go to that 'my' pub in the south without someone you know to take you with you..."
"I, ahem, let me tell you, that bitch boss has a fucking evil heart. There are often unlucky people who don't understand and get drunk there. When they wake up, they find themselves lying naked in the prostitute's village.
Inside, not only is the money gone, but there is also an old man lying on his body... Or worse, he is lying naked in the prison of bones, with a group of old men lying on his body... Alas, we have saved so many delinquent boys since we entered the service.
And the old man..."
Thales yawned and went downstairs while listening to Snake Hand introduce to him the customs and customs of Blade Tooth Camp with great interest.
Legend Wings isn't kidding.
Because early the next morning alone, Snake Hand, who was responsible for guarding the Ghost Prince's Tower, brought a dozen of his "freaks" (the only female, Spirit Blade, who kept casting leering and aggressive glances at the prince)
He knocked on the door, carefully indicating that the team had been assembled, and begged the sleepy prince that it was time to "return home with honor."
Looking at the sun that was still not far above the horizon, and looking at the extremely flattering but embarrassed look on his face, Thales sighed, and finally gave up the cruel idea of asking Snake Hand to go back to confirm with Roman again.
Facts have proved that the heroic and ferocious Baron Roman Williams is really...
Be careful.
He couldn't wait to...
Drive him away.
Just for...
A sword given by someone else?
So, when Thales yawned again and again, he packed up his baggage and wore a pair of coarse clothes ("Are you sure you don't want to try this? This is the best capture of our team. Look again, the bright red color is all over the place.
The bright gold on the chest, even the cuffs and collar are inlaid with gold, how could it be vulgar? Even the gray bastards like it so much! Even our baron himself is reluctant to wear it..." He used his powers to control the clothes to create various poses
Body position and posture, Snake Hands with a flattering look), following Snake Hands down the eerie stairs of the Ghost Prince Tower, he couldn't help but complain in a low voice to the air around him.
"You know, according to that letter, Legend Wings was once Prince Heyman's messenger."
"Imagine that guy with a bad face, running around delivering messages... Oh my god, even the Fallen Starman is cuter than that guy..."
Thinking of this, Thales couldn't help but hug the "Warning" sword in his arms a little tighter.
After a few seconds, an inaudible hoarse reply came through the air.
"But... that's also a good face."
Thales was immediately speechless.
It seems that his uncle, Prince Heiman, is probably also a guy who judges people by their appearance.
Thales subconsciously looked back at the dilapidated Ghost Prince Tower, and suddenly felt a gust of sinister wind.
In front of him, Snake Hands, who insisted on helping the prince carry his luggage, cherished every moment with the prince, chattering endlessly introducing Xihuang and Blade Ya to the interested princes (actually Thales just mentioned it casually)
All aspects of camp
"Oh, since you asked, I have to say, don't mess with those mercenaries! I mean, although they are all working with swords, they, eh, those sword sellers are all perverts.
, Hey, who knows if he was a murderer before he escaped to the camp. He would do anything for money. Unlike us, we are all good soldiers serving the kingdom, upright, loyal, law-abiding, and responsible.
You have a legitimate identity!”
Probably because he understood the prince's good temper, Snake Hand was very confident and righteous when he said this. However, Wei Huo and Mi Yan behind him subconsciously touched their heads and looked away.
While talking, they finally walked out of the Ghost Prince Tower and met up with the Stardust Guards in the same attire below the tower, who were obviously "freaks" soldiers.
Snake Hand was unaware of the expressions of his two subordinates and waved his hands excitedly.
"Also, since Your Highness asked about the tavern in the Blade Tooth Camp..."
The spirit blade behind him suddenly picked up a wine bottle, awkwardly pressed the mouth of the bottle against the lower edge of his chest, stepped forward in a domineering manner, and squeezed out an exaggerated expression that was clearly practiced in the mirror yesterday.
Smiling, he looked at Thales with the eyes of someone staring at prey.
"Ahem, although I can't take you there, I still spared no effort to get you good wine, which is definitely the best in Xihuang. Just please remember our kindness to you in the past few days... and please forgive yesterday's accident.
, but please believe me, I am not afraid of those big men, it’s just that the stinky Duke came too suddenly, you know, for you, I can..."
Facing Snake Hand's expectant expression, Thales had to awkwardly push away the wine bottle that Spirit Blade enthusiastically sent to him in the open space. This was not easy, because you had to avoid her while pushing the bottle away.
chest.
"No, wow, I mean...well, thank you, but I really don't know how to drink..."
But the awkward atmosphere soon came to an end.
"Snake...uh, team, captain?"
Strange Fire's confused voice came, and Thales and Snake Hand stopped moving at the same time.
The bustling sounds of people in the streets quickly disappeared and were replaced by the sound of horse hooves beating like drums.
The members of the Freak Squad suddenly changed their colors.
Thales, who was also puzzled, pushed away the snake's hand, and with his good eyesight, he saw a flag rising slowly from the fortress in the distance.
"That is……"
Under that flag, what appeared in the streets and alleys were teams of cavalry with shiny armor and powerful mounts, marching in four columns in an orderly manner towards the Ghost Prince Tower.
No less than a hundred horses.
And the leading flag is painted with...
"One-Winged Crow."
The fans in the team were confused.
One-winged crow.
Thales's heart moved, and he remembered his encounter with Dante's swords in the desert.
"Is it that commando team, the 'Thunder Crows'?"
Spirit Blade's face froze.
"Sunset, don't be them again!"
This time it seemed like something was ignited. The freaks screamed and complained one after another.
"Then there's so much food, drink and prostitution along the way..."
"Nah, 60%, they asked for 60% of the last batch of goods, 60%!"
Seeing the cavalry team getting closer and closer, Snake Hand frowned and comforted them amidst the noise of the freaks.
"Okay, okay, Thundercrow is Thundercrow, what's wrong? Besides, we have princes here, they don't dare to do anything..."
But among the crowd, Wei Huo, who had been chewing on a certain piece of bread, shook his head.
"No."
"Look closely at their crow flags."
With a strange look in his eyes, Wei Huo took a bite of bread and pointed at the approaching flag.
"Inlaid with gold."
The freaks all fell silent, and everyone's expressions froze.
With a snap, the wine bottle in Spirit Blade's hand shattered to pieces on the ground.
But no one cares anymore.
"No way……"
Snake Hands, who was carrying the prince's luggage, caught up two steps comically, his round eyes fixed on the flag.
The next second, Snake Hand took a deep breath.
"I got one"
Now Thales could see clearly that the edge of the flag was inlaid with gold patterns.
"Oops, oops, oops, oops!"
Snake Hand cried out in pain and turned around at lightning speed!
"Quick, quick, formation, formation! Put on your armor, don't eat any more strange fire! Spirit Blade, put your chest back, don't lose your momentum!"
Spirit blades, strange fires, blind eyes... the entire team of freaks moved around in a chaotic manner, as if they had seen a monster.
Leaving Thales with a confused look on his face
"I do not understand?"
Snake Hand hurriedly arranged his subordinates, and even ignored Thales's inquiry.
"Go and inform the Baron personally, my mother..."
Thales could only clear his throat to attract their attention.
"So, um, you guys have a grudge against Thunder Crow?"
After kicking Mi Yan, Snake Hand finally reacted. When he turned around, he immediately changed into a flattering expression.
"No, Your Highness, the 'Thunder Crows' is just the nickname of the second team of the Crow Guard. The Thunder Crows are all conscripts. They are all mud-legged and big-bodied soldiers. There are only a small proportion of Crow Whistle and Light Cavalry. We are not afraid of them.
"
Snake Hand turned around and looked at the approaching team of knights.
I saw him holding up his index finger, gritting his teeth, with a look of envy, jealousy and hatred on his face
"But for this group of people, have you noticed that their expenses from equipment to mounts... almost all of them are Crow Whistle, which is no worse than Lord Williams' personal guards in the standing army."
Thales narrowed his eyes and it was true as he said. The knights on the horse had sharp eyes and neat movements. Their mounts were spirited and their coats were shiny. They were equipped with complete equipment from swords and spears to bows and arrows.
But he also saw more high-altitude single-winged crow flags, and there were at least ten flags behind them.
Lightning, spider, giant axe...the patterns and textures on these flags are different, but they are slightly shorter, following the crow flag slowly.
The prince frowned.
"As for their golden flag... Your Highness, this is not the Thunder Crow, but the... first team of the Crow Guard."
Snake Hand's eyes revealed fear and awe
"On the Western Front, we call them..."
"Head Crow."
Head crow?
Thales looked at the gaffe team, and he quickly understood what it meant.
The team holding the gold-patterned single-winged crow flag arrived not far from them.
The cavalry were divided into three teams
A team surrounded them from both sides, spread out and took up positions, occupying the edges and main roads of the open space. It seemed that they had set up sentries out of habit;
The second team is all soldiers holding flags. With the golden crow flag as the center, they spread out horizontally and stood in position skillfully, trying to reveal every flag;
The third team and the cavalry that looked the least messy came in two columns. When they were about to approach the freaks, they all stopped, turned around and spread out to both sides, then returned to their horses to face each other, and stood out in a passage.
.
Looking at their neat steps, Thales couldn't help but think of the Fuxing Palace six years ago. The sentries and guards there were probably the same.
"I'm going to choke you. As for that, it's pretty good, pretty good..." Misyan complained, but he took another look at the majestic cavalry around him, and his arrogant tone unconsciously weakened.
"...It's quite similar to that."
Facing this group of imposing "head crows" and looking at the scattered team of freaks, Snake Hand's face became even more ugly.
At the rear of the team, the cavalry stationed on the spot reined their horses skillfully and gracefully and retreated, making way for a noble knight in unusual attire.
The knight is young, in his thirties, with a resolute and calm face. He wears gold and black armor, and his posture on the horse is tall and tough, revealing a temperament that is incompatible with the chaotic camp.
Thales sighed, pushed aside the distracted freaks, and walked forward. Snake Hands was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed in a few steps.
The noble knight saw Thales from a distance. He turned over and got off the saddle neatly, and the cavalry behind him also dismounted as if they had agreed.
The knight in his prime handed over the horse's reins and the sword at his waist to his subordinates, made a downward gesture to them, and then walked alone through the passage where his subordinates stood and entered the formation of the freaks.
Snake Hand raised his chest nervously, cleared his throat, and prepared to say something.
"That, what, this is..."
But the knight seemed not to see him at all, and just passed by Snake Hand without squinting.
A guard standing nearby glanced at Snake Hand expressionlessly. The latter's face suddenly turned red, and all the words were held in his mouth, unable to be spoken.
He raised his arm several times, as if hesitating whether to stop the other party, but in the end he did not have the courage to take a step forward, and just watched the knight move forward.
The noble knight ignored him and moved forward, stopping in front of Thales who looked rather shabby.
He looked at Thales silently, his eyes were clear and his emotions could not be read.
Thales frowned slightly and carefully looked at the single-winged crow pattern on the young knight's chest.
"Dear Prince Thales."
The noble knight spoke softly, his voice smooth and pleasant.
I saw him clenching his iron-gloved right hand, placing it against his left chest, nodding slightly, with perfect and impeccable etiquette.
"Fuxing Wang Chifeng, the successor of the Thirteenth Earl of the founding of the country."
"The vigilant of the kingdom, the watcher of the Western Wilderness, and the guard of the Wing Fortress."
The young knight raised his head with a calm expression.
"Dele Croma."
There was a small commotion among the freaks.
The knight named Dele took off the iron glove on his right hand and extended his palm to Thales.
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