The cold wind blew, tugging at the military flags and tents. After the day's fighting, the soldiers were exhausted and fell asleep early. Sentinels patrolled the walls of the temporary camp.
There was darkness in the valley, with only the bonfires in the camp glowing with starlight.
Talinnam couldn't sleep. He didn't take off the armor he wore during the day, so he walked straight to the camp wall and stared at the endless night in a daze.
Bretonnia, wood elves, vampires, moguls, beastmen... Talinnam recalls everything he has experienced over the years, like a dream, full of cruelty, blood, savagery and romance. The heroic knight wears
Armor, charging under the golden light of the setting sun, Pegasus flying in the sky, beautiful wood elves, and the dreamy Athel Loren forest. Everything is like a dream, and Talinnam can't help but doubt its reality sometimes.
"Talynham."
Comrade Philiber came over and woke up Talin who was deep in thought. They were very good comrades. They worked for Lord Bertol together, and they also had the same status. They were both mounted attendants. However, compared to Philiber,
Compared with others, Talinnam's status will be higher. He can guard Berto around the clock and sometimes have dinner with Berto. This is a treatment that other servants absolutely do not have. It should be said that there are not many in the whole of Bretonnia.
A servant had such treatment. Philibert would sometimes be jealous, but when he thought about it, it was normal for Talin to receive such a generous treatment. He was the only servant who followed Berto through life and death, and the others did not have such an experience.
"You can't sleep either, friend."
Talinnam asked with a smile.
Philiber nodded. Drinking was not allowed in the army, otherwise he really wanted to bring a few bottles of wine and get drunk with Talinnam.
"Can't sleep."
Philiber replied, he smiled and stared at Talinnam in front of him, but hesitated to speak. However, Talinnam saw the clues.
"Is something wrong?"
Talinnam's eyes shifted from the endless darkness outside the camp to his comrades.
"Nothing important, just..."
"Just what? My brother, if you have anything to say, just say it."
"Okay, brother, have you heard? There are rumors about your life experience."
Philiber came closer and spoke mysteriously.
"My life experience? Haha, someone is talking about something again, right?"
Talinnam asked with a smile. This is not the first time that Talinam has heard all kinds of random rumors. Ever since he was brought back from the outside by Berto, various rumors about his life experience have been endless. Talinam has long been
Habitually, no matter what others say, he always knows who he is and where he comes from. Kislev is his hometown.
"Well, many people are whispering that you are the illegitimate son of the lord."
Philiber came closer and whispered.
Hahaha……
Such remarks couldn't help but make Talinnam burst into laughter. From the street child at the beginning to the illegitimate child now, it seems that there is a lot of gossip among the people. But when you think about it, it is not unfounded for everyone to think like this. Who let the whole castle
, you are the only one who can stay with the lord around the clock? This kind of relationship, to be honest, is indeed better than the relationship between the lord and his attendants.
"But I'm not."
Talinnam answered with a smile.
"Really not?"
Philibere got close enough and asked again. In addition to curiosity, his eyes were filled with envy...
"It's really not true. If I were Berto's illegitimate child, Anna would beat me to death."
Talinnam said with a smile.
"That's true..."
Philibere nodded thoughtfully.
"But this rumor seems to have quite a big impact. You have met King Charles, right?"
The young comrade Philibert asked.
"Well, before departure, the lord and I met the king himself in the capital."
Talinnam answered sincerely.
"The king said that you are very similar to Lord Bertol..."
"So what? It was just an unintentional joke. Besides, there are many people in the world who look alike and have similar personalities."
Talinnam then answered with a smile. Because he really did not take such rumors to heart. Is power and status really that important? Talinam is very satisfied with his current situation. He can participate in every battle and rush to kill.
On the front line, he has felt his rapid growth in the past few years. This is enough. This is his purpose of following Bertolt. As for staying in Bretonnia in what capacity, he doesn't care at all.
But the people around him care...
"Even if it's just a joke, it's different when it comes from the king. Moreover, Lord Bertol has never had a son, you know this..."
Philiber looked at Talinnam, his eyes full of seriousness.
Just as Talinnam was about to retort, there was an uneasy commotion under the dark sky.
"What is it?"
Philibert also became vigilant. Being at the forefront of the battle for many years made them particularly sensitive to such unusual sounds.
Talinnam and Philiber opened their eyes wide and looked at the endless night, trying to find the source of the sound. However, human vision is limited. Even if they opened their eyes wide and stared intently, they could not find the source of the sound hidden in the night.
things below.
Soon, a series of strange sounds began to appear outside the camp of the Bretonnian coalition forces.
"Quick! Notify the lord!"
Talinnam shouted loudly, even though he hadn't seen the enemy yet, but his years of combat experience told him that the sound was definitely unusual. The camp was in danger!
Philibert hurriedly ran down the wall. When he rushed to the lord's tent, Bertol was already fully armed, picked up his sword, organized his knights, and prepared to fight.
"Lord Lord..."
"I heard it, the real main force of the undead is coming."
Berto said calmly. After speaking, he got on his horse and rushed straight to the king's rest area.
"Enemy attack!"
The next second, the urgent shouts of patrolling guards sounded above the camp wall. The alarm bell rang...
Talinnam stood on the wooden wall, looking at the black waves rising and falling under the night sky. He knew that they were not waves, but countless undead advancing.
"Archer!"
Under the moonlight, Talinnam pulled out his silver sword and shouted loudly. All the soldiers guarding the camp entered a fighting state.
In the central camp, the old King Charles mounted a war horse in person, wearing armor and a shield. For Bretonnia, for the survival and hope of this kingdom, he must once again go into battle in person. The Holy Grail Knight beside him quickly drew his sword after a brief prayer.
, followed by the king and rushed out of the camp.