An interesting episode also occurred during the winter military training in Baron Keen.
It was during the second military training. A large group of farmers were lining up on the grain drying field, receiving guidance from junior officers, practicing hard in formation and stabbing. The sentry in charge of guarding the village lookout suddenly screamed and rang the alarm bell.
Every village or town watchtower has an alarm bell, and the sentry will ring the bell if he or she detects an emergency. When the bell rings, the old, weak, women and children must hide as soon as possible, while the young and strong must gather immediately to try to ward off the danger.
This is a common practice in various places on the main plane, and all settled races are similar.
As soon as the bell rang, the farmers immediately panicked. The last time the bell rang was when Creek's brother, Baron Gersan Keen, was on the throne. At that time, a terrifying monster, a troll, came to the territory. Gersang was seriously injured when he led the team to exterminate this monster. He died before he could be sent to the temple for treatment by a priest.
That was five years ago. For most people, five years is a long time, so long that many people have forgotten that horrific experience. But when the bell rang at this moment, the horrific memories of five years ago emerged from the hearts of people who had been in contact with that monster, making their legs tremble and they could hardly even stand still.
The terrifying monster had a gray-green body like a hill and was covered with thick moss. It is very powerful, but what is even more frightening is that it is almost unkillable - more than once, brave soldiers pierced sharp spears deeply into its body and watched green blood spurt out, but that is probably what it means. As soon as he spoke, the gushing of blood stopped. After a few words, the wound began to heal, which was incredible.
The brave Baron Gersang suffered this loss. He led a group of people and tied the guy with a strong rope. They worked together to pull it down, then swung the axe, and gave it a dozen blows. Cut off its head and blood flowed all over the ground.
At that time, everyone thought this guy was dead - his head had been chopped off, how could he not die? As a result, on the way back to take its body for public display, an accident happened.
The severed head grew back, and the "corpse" placed on the cart came back to life. The resurrected monster jumped up, raised its fist and smashed it, hitting Baron Gersang who was riding a horse. The poor baron was knocked away and his body was almost deformed.
Although with the joint efforts of soldiers and hunters, the monster was tied up again, then cut into pieces, set on fire and burned to ashes, Baron Gersang died because of his serious injuries.
I don’t know what the monster will be when it attacks this time. If it’s the same as last time... then it’s not bad. After what happened last time, everyone has some experience. I'm afraid that something else terrifying is coming, for example, a legendary dragon or something...
The farmers are obviously overthinking. Of course there are giant dragons in the Thunder Principality, but which giant dragon would be so bored that it would come to attack a small village
Can you get anything the dragon wants here? Sparkling gold coins? Gemstones used to decorate caves? Food that contains powerful vitality
There is nothing here. To the dragon, it is a completely barren land!
After a while, the militiamen, led by their officers, saw the incoming monster.
Those were two ogres who ran out of nowhere.
The ogre is tall, probably... assuming the height of a certain author who writes about popular boy and girl characters is used as a reference, it is at least twice as tall as the other person and slightly taller. Unlike trolls, they are full of stench and are extremely powerful. They use thick wooden sticks as weapons and eat whatever they catch. Naturally, humans are also in their diet.
This monster is very dangerous and often causes serious damage. Although they do not have the immortality of trolls, their destructive power is stronger than that of trolls - trolls often find a place to sleep when they are full. Sometimes they can sleep for three to five days after eating a meal, but ogres are unstoppable every day. After two meals, the difference in food intake is astonishing. Not to mention that trolls are omnivorous. If they can't find any animals to eat, they can just eat grass. Ogres are different. They insist on eating meat and are keen on catching some kind of animals that can't run fast on two legs and lack fighting ability. Creature... This is where the name "Ogre" comes from.
If the rules from last time were followed, the militiamen who tried to tie up the ogres with ropes would have suffered heavy losses. After all, the ogres were stronger than the trolls, and they were also good at using big sticks, so their combat effectiveness was much higher than that of the trolls. few.
But fortunately, the junior officer who led the training had read information about ogres during his studies, and as an elite member of the new army, he had firmly memorized information about common or particularly dangerous monsters. Human demons are also among them.
So he immediately started to make arrangements, mainly to quickly transform the spare spears into throwing spears, and summon the hunters to arrange the formation. Fortunately, the ogres did not come quickly, and when they arrived outside the village, the preparations were done.
Then, there was a fierce battle.
The power of the ogre is unmatched by ordinary farmers. If they try to fight in close combat, even hundreds of people will be defeated by it in one fell swoop. However, relying on the two hunters in the village to attract them with bows and arrows, these two stupid big guys were led to an open area, where more than a dozen roaring spears were waiting for them.
When the ogres roared in pain because of their injuries, the officers led the team closer and threw trip wires and fishing nets to temporarily trap them, and then threw guns again.
Finally, the brave officer led several strong villagers and ended the battle with spears.
This battle did not last long, but its impact was not small. A mere officer, along with dozens of militiamen and two hunters, killed two terrifying ogres with simple weapons. Such a record was impressive even in those brave areas where "children can use swords" It can be called brilliant, not to mention that the Baron of Keen is actually not the kind of area where brave people come out in large numbers. What is popular here is culture and art. Even the farmers like to sing and dance in their spare time, not fight.
But this group of scholars or artists have accomplished something that ordinary warriors cannot do!
For this, Creek commended the officer named York, gave him a bonus, and also awarded him a medal - as a hero who led a group of farmers to kill two ogres, he Well deserved this honor.
Interestingly, York himself also benefited from this battle. His professional level was increased to a sergeant level on top of the original soldier level four.
A fifth-level combat level is enough to qualify as a professional. More importantly, "noncommissioned officer" is a command-oriented profession. York's ability to understand this profession in this battle means that he has talents in this area.
Commanding is a very rare talent. A talent who has not received special training and can understand the commanding profession by relying on improvisation and battlefield practice deserves to be vigorously cultivated!
So after the commendation, York's work was transferred. Through Priest Milomon, Creek contacted the leader of the Knights of the Masked Void Church, the legendary strongman "Iron Giant" Mr. Gerald, and sent him a generous gift, entrusting Mr. Gerald to let York join the Knights of the Void. The regiment learns officer knowledge.
Unlike his fierce appearance, Mr. Gerald is a very kind and easy-to-talk person. He originally didn't want to accept the gift, but he couldn't help but begged again and again. When he finally accepted the carefully prepared gift, he actually blushed a little.
This made Crick secretly amused, but also more assured of the character of this legendary strongman. I believe that York will be able to achieve success if he studies in the Knights.
The Baron of Keen can canonize three knights, and there is still one seat vacant. If York can become a good commander, then perhaps he will be the last knight of the barony.
"After all, the Keen Territory is still too small, and the people in the territory are still too few..." After sending York away, Creek sat in a chair and thought for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.
He has used his own ability to detect it. Among the civilians in Keen Territory, there is no one with extraordinary talents or outstanding qualifications. If he wants to find such talents, he can only search elsewhere.
Fortunately, a few years have passed and the management of the territory has formed a virtuous cycle. Once the fruit trees bear fruit and the herbs can be picked, and then the workshop for brewing fruit wine is built, everything should be fine.
As he wrote this, he felt some pain and tightness in his chest again. He put down the charcoal pen that recorded his fragmentary thoughts, patted his chest gently, and couldn't help but cough again.
"This disease seems to be getting worse..." This time he coughed for a while before it gradually subsided. He picked up the healing potion mixed with honey and took a sip, sighing in a low voice.
He investigated his physical condition in detail and asked several priests for help. The conclusion was basically the same: Although he came back from the battlefield of "The Day the Sun Goes Out" alive, he was involved in the most intense battle area as a mortal. Infected by a variety of divine powers, symptoms resemble a curse.
Priests can dispel the curse on him through prayer. Even if the curse comes from the influence of divine power, masters like Priest Milomon can help him dispel it. But because the various divine powers in his body are vaguely balanced, even Priest Milomon does not dare to act rashly, for fear that if the balance is destroyed, some divine power will suddenly burst out... Priest Milomon will probably be able to withstand it by then, but I'm afraid that even Crick's soul will be destroyed, and even resurrection will be impossible.
So he could only tolerate these divine powers fighting with each other, as if his body was a battlefield. During the fight, his body was certainly suffering from it. Even though he has been taking care of himself and taking healing potions regularly, he can only barely maintain it.
Now he spends more than a hundred gold coins just drinking healing potions every month. Fortunately, Pastor Morton helps with treatment, otherwise he doesn't know how much it would cost!
"It's just a bottomless pit!"
Creek secretly sighed. He just hoped that these powers could win a victory as soon as possible. It didn't matter which side won. Even if he got seriously ill, it didn't matter. Long-term pain was better than short-term pain. Once he got sick, he felt relieved. At least he would save himself trouble in the future. ah!