Outside the city of Xika, dense forest.
The thick snow covered the hard frozen soil, which made the frozen soil, which is comparable to steel, seem to be covered with a layer of armor. The pine needles in the dense forest are like a small sharp dagger. Anyone who passes through it will be cut.
Every year in the ranks of patrol soldiers, there are such unlucky people who are not well prepared.
Also because of such unlucky ones, each patrol team will have a period of rapid growth.
Carl was a bad guy back then.
He joined the patrol team for the first time, rejected the captain's proposal to put on a thick sackcloth cloak, and insisted that he wear armor, and then... he was scratched with blood dripping from pine needles at a position not protected by armor.
As for the place protected by armor
It didn't go well either.
Long-term exercise and a lot of sweat not only made him feel uncomfortable, but also completely frozen his skin and inner lining at night. Karl will never forget the appearance of the captain and his teammates boiling water to solve themselves. After the second time, he was ill for a week because of the wind and cold before he recovered.
Then, he again rejected his mother's offer to join the army as a staff officer, and returned to the patrol again.
One stay is one year.
It's boring and dangerous.
But also very happy.
There is no intrigue, and there is no hiding a knife in a smile. Everyone is teammates and brothers who give their backs to each other.
Thinking back to those years, Carl subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.
However, it was only at this time that he came back to his senses, I was already a skeleton, where did the corner of my mouth come from.
Suddenly, Carl opened his jaw.
He wanted to cry aloud.
Unfortunately, he is a skeleton, and he can't even cry.
All that exists is the beating of the fire of the soul.
Sika City can't go back.
I can't go to crowded places.
Will the wilderness be my home
Mother, father, and uncle will never meet again!
Once you see it, I'm afraid you will become the target of beheading, right
Thinking of the days to come, Karl's mood became gloomy.
He never imagined that he would fall back to this point.
But no more resentment.
After all, he was luckier than his colleagues who actually died, wasn't he
"Finisha, do you still remember where the captain and everyone are buried?"
Karl asked the mount.
"Remember, it's on the side of Daque Ridge."
Finissa said immediately.
"Take me where."
Carl habitually touched Finissa's back, even though it had turned into dry bones, it was still generous.
"good!"
Finisha nodded, and immediately changed from walking forward to sprinting.
When she was still a normal war horse, Finisa, who had been nourished by various magic items, had spirituality, strength, and speed that other war horses did not possess. After becoming a skeleton war horse, Finisa had a qualitative improvement in all aspects. Changes, at least, in Karl's perception, Finissa's speed is more than doubled.
Before morning, you will be able to see the captain.
Captain, referring to the captain Carl met when he first joined the patrol.
This captain is of extraordinary significance to Karl.
It can even be said that Karl has changed from a more diligent noble boy to a leader of a real warrior, and the relationship between the two is even more intimate as a teacher and a friend.
If it hadn't been for an unexpected enemy during a patrol, if the captain wanted to save them, he might have become a pivotal figure in the Sika City military by this time.
Of course, there are his teammates.
He was the only one who survived that crisis.
His teammates imitated his captain, and died again and again after being broken again and again, in order to give him, the youngest and most ignorant brother, a chance to survive.
At that time, he hated, angry, and guilty.
Hate yourself for being useless.
angry at his incompetence.
guilty...
The captain and teammates didn't know his identity from beginning to end. When he joined the patrol team, he concealed it. He only vaguely said that he was a run-down little nobleman, but he didn't reveal his true identity.
Then, there was no chance to speak again.
Even if he begged his uncle to send elite cavalry to wipe out the bandit afterwards, how could his captain and teammates be resurrected
According to the agreement made during the chat at that time.
He buried everyone on the side of Daque Ridge.
Because, in summer, it is very beautiful, and it is a must-choice place for everyone every time they go camping.
And every season, he will go to worship.
The last time, two months ago, before the weather had completely cooled down, he brought everyone's favorite spirits, sausages, bacon and hash browns.
Maybe, I should stay with the captain and everyone.
Anyway, I look similar to the captain and everyone else.
Sitting on Finissa's back, Carl was thinking wildly.
And when Finissa stopped, Daque Ridge was already in sight.
Daque Ridge in winter is not as beautiful as in summer. Thick ice and snow cover everything. In summer, when the wind blows here, the whole grassland will sway and flutter.
Now
Every step takes effort.
This is because Karl deliberately opened up a small road. If you come to Daqueling from a place without a road, it is completely impossible in the cold winter.
Crunch, crunch.
When the boots are in contact with the snow, every time they are pulled out or dropped, there will be a unique sound.
Except for the wind, there is no sound around.
Soon, Karl, who had a different physique, saw the captain and everyone's cemetery with a more relaxed attitude.
The cemetery is on the hillside, polished with stone stones.
It is not big, only nine tombs. Each tomb is placed according to their position during each patrol.
The captain is in the front, the deputy captain is the best, the crossbowman is in the middle, and the pikemen are on both sides, and he was one of the pikemen back then.
Squeak!
Pushing open the frozen stone door, Karl walked into the cemetery.
He started to clean up here as usual.
Every time he came here, in order not to damage the bones of the captain and everyone, he would not only clean up the surrounding animals, but also sprinkle some tiger urine around.
However, this time was different, he did not bring enough sacrifices.
There was no cleaning up of animals either.
There are almost no animals in the Sika collar in the cold winter.
As for tiger urine
no need.
He will stay here in the future.
After all, this is his squad.
Here are the captain, the vice-captain, and everyone.
Here, he can speak freely, and even more unscrupulously express his dissatisfaction with his uncle when he was in power, but at home, he cannot speak.
Neither his mother nor the father who died early would allow it.
"I'm so tired, Captain."
"I'm the most relaxed every time I'm only here."
"Fortunately, I left a vacant seat for myself. When the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, I will find some stones and build a tomb for myself... Well, skeletons shouldn't have to eat, right?"
"It's good to think about it."
Carl sat cross-legged on the cleared space just now, and said slowly to the front tombstone.
Although it is winter, Carl, who can't feel the temperature change, seems to have returned to the wild in summer. Everyone lit a bonfire here, laughed and cursed, and sang and danced after drinking too much.
A sense of warmth permeated Karl's soul faintly.
In an instant, the uneasiness in my heart and the ravings in my ears all disappeared.
Carl loosens everything up.
And at this moment
"kill!"
A loud shout woke Karl up.
The soul fire in his eyes jumped quickly, and Karl suppressed the rising anger.
This is the resting place of the captain and everyone, and they should avoid killing.
Carl told himself that.
His eyes were on the place where the shouts of killing came from.
That's on the other side of Great Bird Ridge.
"I'll go back as soon as I go."
After saying a roar to his companions in the tomb, Karl got on his horse.
The Great Bird Ridge was extremely steep, but Finissa was still walking on the ground. In a few breaths, Karl stood at the highest point of the Great Bird Ridge and saw what happened at the foot of the mountain on this side.
Two teams are fighting.
One has a large number of people, and the other has a small number of people.
But the side with a large number of people is definitely at a disadvantage, because not only are most of this team composed of old and weak women and children, but they also carry many wounded. Obviously, the battle has already happened.
On the other side, although the number of people is scarce, they are extremely capable.
The whole team is only thirty people, but the orders are strictly enforced, and the cooperation is outstanding. It is undoubtedly a battle-tested team. If it weren't for the former's large number of people and their fearlessness, they would have been killed long ago.
"Which new bandit is this?"
Carl was puzzled.
In the Sika Territory, Karl is familiar with most of the bandits, and every bandit he is familiar with probably won't survive the next season, and every time they kill them all.
Karl doesn't have any good feelings for the bandits.
Not only because of his duties, but also because his captain and teammates all died at the hands of bandits.
Therefore, Karl hated bandits.
Subconsciously, Karl prepared to draw his sword and charge, killing the bandits.
But then, Karl hesitated.
His current appearance is not suitable for seeing people.
More importantly, Daque Ridge is the cemetery of the captain and everyone. If such a weird person appears here, even if he saves others, the place will be thoroughly searched afterwards.
He is really too aware of his uncle's style.
Captain and everyone's cemetery will be preserved.
But he will lose his last home.
only…
Is it possible to just watch these people being killed by bandits like this
The fire of the soul in the eye sockets was beating rapidly, and Karl's mood became unstable. His heart that had just calmed down became agitated again, and the ravings in his ears reappeared again.
At this time, the party with a large number of people at the foot of the mountain has also reached a precarious situation.
Although Hof prepared as much as possible when he set off from Xika City, he still miscalculated the number and determination of believers, and almost all the villages decided to follow him.
And this not only slowed down the speed of the team, but also was targeted by the hateful bandits.
The road from Sika City to the border Morsa has always been uneven, even if His Excellency the Viscount spends a lot of energy every year to eliminate bandits.
These bandits are like weeds, growing continuously.
Even, sometimes, many people can't distinguish carefully.
Because, most of the time, they are refugees.
But when you turn around, they become bandits.
In order to return to Xika City as soon as possible, Hof, as the leader of the team, had to make the believers give up certain property and food. He hoped to use these to 'feed' the bandits so that they would leave .
but!
The bandit didn't pay any attention to this at all, and still pursued them closely.
Obviously, the purpose of these bandits is not property and food at all, but...themselves
"An enemy of my lord?"
"Or someone with ulterior motives?"
Such thoughts kept churning in the young man's mind.
Although there is no exact answer, this does not prevent him from cutting down the enemy who rushed to the front with a single sword.
The blade tore the opponent's neck, and his head shot up into the sky.
Although the helmet covered the opponent's face, the cry of the opponent before death was full of unwillingness.
Hoff sneered.
Although he doesn't like to use his brain very much, he is stronger than Sergey when it comes to swordsmanship, not to mention, under the attention of His Majesty, he will be unrivaled.
The corpse that lost its head followed the horse for a few steps before falling to the ground.
There was no need for Hov to say anything, the believers who followed quickly moved the horses back to the team, and began to pull the leather armor and dagger from the corpse.
Those enemies who wanted to stop were shot back by the arrows of the rest of the believers.
The believers lack swords, armor, and horses, but as mountain people, each of them is an excellent hunter with outstanding bow skills. If it is not for the family and the limited number of arrows, it is enough to make these attackers understand called death.
Likewise, the attackers discovered this too.
They are no longer eager for success, but circle around this team, like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey.
Patience, they have no shortage.
Confidence is full.
They believe that they must be the ones who win in the end.
And the believers of the "God of Mist" are closely watching these guys, responsible for the vigilance of the vigilance, and the rescuing of the wounded. The whole team is running in full swing.
Many of them knelt down on the ground and prayed in a low voice.
"O Supreme Lord!"
"Please listen to our prayers, we will follow your will, humble your greatness, hold your name, and will shine in the world, everything we have is given by you..."
One person whispered, and naturally no one could hear it.
However, when everyone whispered and spoke the same words.
Even the deepest voice will be different.
The eyes of the believers bathed in the sound of prayer became more determined.
The assailants who heard the prayers looked disdainful.
'God of the Mist'
Of course they do!
In fact, the other party is their real target!
However, the other party was shot by that adult, and they
It is responsible for cutting off these stubborn believers!
"god?"
"A mere guy with shit luck is also called a god?"
The leader of the attackers sneered.
Hoff immediately clenched the hilt of his sword, and several young people around him who had met the upper evil spirit subconsciously wanted to rush out to kill him, but they were stopped by Hoff.
"He's going to piss us off."
"Don't fall for it!"
Even if he wanted to chop up the opponent, Hof still reminded his companions.
Hearing Hof's words, the leader on the opposite side laughed out loud.
"Enraged you?"
"You think highly of yourself!"
"Just like your so-called god!"
"If it is really God, then I despise him now, I am full of malice towards him, and I even speak ill of him, what can he do?"
"Can God's punishment still be brought down?"
"Tell you, this is impossible!"
The unscrupulous voice echoed at the foot of the mountain, and the leader of the attackers became more and more excited as he spoke. He looked at the expressions of those false god believers, and knew that these guys would not be able to hold on for a long time. As long as he said a few more words, these guys would probably rush forward. Come up, when the time comes, he will be slaughtered, so he is going to continue talking.
However, the words have not yet come out.
He heard whimpering behind him.
Something like the whimper of a hound.
But the voice was too deep and thick, and it looked a bit like a tiger.
However, how could there be a tiger here
Behind him are his subordinates.
It constitutes a subordinate like a fortress.
Even if there is a tiger, it is impossible to let it rush in silently.
But the leader turned his head subconsciously, ready to observe with the corner of his eye.
Then…
He saw a bloody mouth
Ah!