Bertol's long sword opened up a farmer lying in a pile of straw. Judging from the degree of decomposition of the body, the farmer had been dead for many days. His face was bitten by mosquitoes, and maggots were crawling out of his eye sockets and ear holes. The corpse smelled bad.
The smell is unbearable.
Looking around, the whole village is in such a scene. Corpses are scattered all over the wheat fields, in the windmills, in thatched houses, and on the country roads. It is such a rotten and stinky scene. Most of the corpses lying on the roads are
The man seemed to have tried to escape when the undead army arrived, but failed. He was blocked and massacred in the village. Even vultures and wild dogs were reluctant to approach his rotting body parts.
"All bodies must be burned."
Innia approached a rotting corpse, observed it for a while, and then spoke seriously and solemnly.
"Yes. The king will order this place to be set on fire and these corpses will be burned. We cannot create new enemies for ourselves."
"Well, if we don't burn them completely, it won't be long before these corpses stand up again and become our enemies."
"I'm curious, why don't the necromancers resurrect these corpses?"
Talinnam asked in confusion.
"I don't know." Innia rubbed her sore eyes, "But I guess that the undead army that Heinrich left for Gul is already strong enough and does not need these corpses with no fighting power to join."
"The more the necromancer summons the undead creatures, the better."
Bertol denied the Tyrell female knight's statement.
While the three of them were puzzled by the scene in front of them, King Charles had ordered the entire village to be burned. The soldiers piled the corpses together and burned them together. Thick smoke rose from all around, gradually dyeing the originally clean sky yellow. Just like this
War is being continuously polluted by an evil force.
…
"Innia."
At night, in the Bretonnian military camp, Talinnam walked carefully to the Knight of the Rose. Since Innia was known to the majority of Bretonnian soldiers, the Bretonnian knights gave this visitor from afar a
She chose a name that sounded better and was easier to remember - the Rose Knight. Because of her gender, the rose represents women. At the same time, the beautiful rose symbolizes the delicate appearance of the female knight. The rose has thorns, which also hints at the Tilly
Your female knight has a sonorous and resolute character. Because, almost everyone who approaches her with a purpose is turned back with a cold face. Except for that little-known little attendant.
"Um?"
When Talinnam approached, Innia was taking off her gloves and baking her hands in front of the fire. They were a pair of delicate and small hands, but the joints were extremely hard and the skin was rough. They were blown by the wind all year round.
Damaged by the rain and left behind by holding heavy objects. In addition, Innia is definitely a beauty. She has a face that is the hallmark of a southern aristocratic woman. The high bridge of her nose is flanked by deeply sunken eyes.
Her eyes and light yellow hair were fluttering slightly in the evening breeze.
"You haven't rested yet?"
Looking at his crush, Talinnam still stuttered a bit. He was honest and generous to others, but he could never do the same to Innia. He could not behave truly in front of this Tyrell knight.
nature.
"Yes." Innia responded in a low voice, "The air is filled with the breath of the dead, and I can feel the wails of countless resentful spirits on this land. The Lord God Moore is angry... I haven't felt this for a long time.
Kind of angry.”
The words of the female knight made Talinam at a loss. To a certain extent, they belong to two different worlds. Although he has traveled around the world, Talinn has not worshiped any god in particular. In his eyes, the gods
It is nothing more than a sustenance for mortals when they are desperate. But Inia is different. She believes in the God of Death and vows to dedicate her life to the God of Moor. Her fanatical belief makes her an alien in the eyes of outsiders.
Faced with Innia's mystery and firm belief, Talinnam stopped saying anything and no longer delved into the topic. Because he didn't understand it himself, let alone felt the aura of the undead that Innia could feel. He only knew that the war
Soon, tomorrow, or the day after, there will be another bloody battle with real swords and guns. He is worried about Innia... because according to her wishes, in the battle with the undead army, she will wear armor and hold a sword, rushing to the front line.
.But Talin didn't want her to get hurt at all, just like he protected his lord.
The silent atmosphere made Innia aware of it, and she smiled at Talinnam——
"You haven't believed in Moore yet. You can't communicate with him, let alone feel my feelings. This is normal."
"I just hope you won't get hurt in tomorrow's battle..."
Talinnam plucked up the courage to speak. However, his face turned red unconsciously. After staying in Bretonnia for a long time, chivalry and gentlemanly demeanor have been deeply ingrained in his mind. Maintaining respect for women, he never said this to any girl.
He had said ambiguous and frivolous words. Of course, these were not frivolous words. However, the care in the words still made him uneasy. Will Innia know? Does she know her own thoughts and thoughts? As soon as he finished speaking, Talinnam
Then he felt uneasy.
Fortunately, Innia smiled again and resolved the embarrassment.
"So, do you want to be by my side and protect me?"
Innia's whisper made Talinnam blush with embarrassment. For a moment, he stayed on the spot, at a loss. His heart was ecstatic, but his reason told him that this was impossible. He was Bertol, the Lord of Bretonnia.
How could a squire turn to serve other foreign knights?
"Haha, I'm kidding." Innia laughed easily, "You are Lord Bertol's most capable servant, even the king of Bretonnia knows you. How could I treat such a famous servant like you?
Dig it over."
Innia's constant jokes made Talinnam embarrassed. On the battlefield, he was an experienced warrior, but in love, he was undoubtedly an absolute rookie. He couldn't even tell that the woman in front of him had any feelings for him.
Silk's affection. Little did he know that the only one who could communicate with her frequently these days was Talin...
"Okay, go back and rest. I have the best guards around me, and they will protect me. In fact, you and I don't have to worry about our lives. Because our fate is in the hands of death. If we fight against Gul's
War is my destination, so no matter how others save me, they can't help me. If this is not my destiny, then there is no need to worry, because no matter what kind of crisis we encounter, we can survive and persevere in the end.
"
Innia's tone became serious and serious. Talinnam knew that she was talking about faith and ideals again. It was quite missionary. If it weren't for his sweetheart, Talinam knew that he would have left long ago. But
It just happened that Innia was the one he had a crush on... He endured it and listened to the pious words of this female knight.