Chapter 235, The Glory of Bloodline, no, the Bloodline of Glory
Right ahead of the rat battle, his intuition was very accurate.
There is indeed a force waiting for him here.
A position is being set up densely, and a human army is stationed here.
A bit of magical light exploded in the sky, exploding into a ball of gorgeous fireworks. Everyone in the area could see this ball of gorgeous fireworks.
But only one mage standing on the observation deck of the outpost reacted to this. He pulled down a pair of glasses inlaid with gems and began to shout loudly, shouting to the people at the bottom of the outpost.
Soon, the news was sent to a camp behind the position. Inside, a capable middle-aged man stood in front of a sand table and was thinking about something.
He was neatly dressed in armor. Although he did not put on his helmet, the helmet did not leave his hand and was placed beside him.
There are not too many unnecessary patterns on the armor, which looks very simple. It also makes him look a little out of place compared with the noble knights of all sizes.
He is the commander of this army, the largest noble in this area, a distinguished baron.
Although Baron is not a very big title.
But it is already a title that many knights covet. Even the lowest-ranking noble is still a noble. Except for the lord who entrusts him, even the earl has no right to command him in person.
And although he is only a baron, he is indeed the uncrowned king of this area.
He has twenty-four knights, forty villages, and twelve manors under his command. His will is implemented in every corner of this land. When he launches the conscription, the people in this area Everything started to come together.
Just still uneasy.
The center of power in this province is still in that majestic city. The turmoil has attracted too much attention of the nobles, and they have no time to pay attention to this peripheral corner.
And this turmoil is not that simple.
He is no longer young.
But this is his territory, this land is his land, and he will not leave.
The nobles have indeed become inferior to their ancestors in the long period of peace. In those exciting years before the empire fell into a bloated and decadent state over time.
Heroes and epics echo in this land all the time. It was an era of pioneering and an era of blood and fire.
Wearing simple armor and carrying some ragged guys, they just dared to hold torches and march towards the wilderness.
If everything goes well, that means drinking wine, scorching the earth with flames, and taking root in the wilderness to write your own story.
If things don’t go well, then I will sing generously and die in the mountains, forests and wild land.
In those barbaric years, the glory of the knight was his own achievement, and the weight of the family was carried by death. A forest might take ten generations of a family to open up, and each generation He died in this inconspicuous forest.
This is the retreat of barbarism, and this is the glory of civilization.
Those years were so exciting, but also so short.
The huge territory gradually became difficult to control, and the mighty development stopped. The empire and mankind prospered in time, and also decayed in time. The enterprising knights gradually lost their edge and no longer relied on their merits. Instead of creating his own glory and writing his own story, he took out the merit book called bloodline and began to decorate his own courtyard with the lost history.
Be complacent with stories that are not your own.
The legends and heroes engraved in the blood are noble, but we must understand that it is the blood that is noble because of the heroes engraved with legends.
It's not that you are noble because of your blood.
However, the bygone heroic era has left something behind for the current nobles. Occasionally, some guys will become like their ancestors in this corrupt environment.
For example, this baron has a long, narrow and ferocious scar on his face, and one of his eyes is dim and gray because of this scar.
He is an ambitious guy, enterprising, rebellious, and heroic. These words can be applied to him and to him as a young man.
When he was young, this area was not stable. There was a large goblin tribe entrenched in the forest. In dormancy, they built a kingdom that did not belong to humans. The terrifying giant giant bears that were the overlord of the forest were all kept in captivity by these goblins.
At this point, those goblins were no longer willing to huddle in the dark forest. They felt that they could no longer hibernate, and drove a large number of monsters to start harassing the human territory on the edge of the forest.
At that time, the insects in those cities were still so slow. A relatively brave viscount was unwilling to retreat and began to gather forces to deal with it, but he was killed by the giant earth bears driven by the goblins. die.
He seized this opportunity and stood up at that critical moment.
That war was the glory of his life, even though he lost a lot for it, stroking his left shoulder armor. This shoulder armor was the most delicate part of his armor, even far away. It is more dazzling than the family crest engraved on the breastplate.
A lifelike giant bear head was carved out, and an earthy yellow gemstone was inlaid in the position of the eyes.
He stood up when those cowardly guys abandoned their territory and fled to the rear.
He defeated the expanding Goblin Kingdom and killed the Goblin King together with the giant earth bear. This was his glory.
His most dazzling glory.
Although he had an extra scar on his face during this war, and although he was beaten into that alien baron after this war, he didn't care.
However, the turmoil caused by this incident is far from over.
In fact, he should not have fallen to this point, but after the war, he chose the most radical and wanton approach, collecting all the territories of the escaped nobles.
Even if the war is over, there is no thought of returning it.
This naturally broke the rules, but he enfeoffed the large area of land early in the war. Many civilian soldiers who fought for him gained territory, and those who fled The territory of the nobles.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and he didn't make any concessions to those cowardly guys who turned back.
The young man said that if he is not convinced, then he will see Zhenzhang under his hands.
As a price, a coalition army rushed towards him just after he finished the battle with the Goblin Kingdom.
The last war had just ended, and he led the army non-stop to fight against the coalition of nobles who rushed to form a bridge and formed a bridge between the nobles who had lost their territories.
In that battle, a total of three viscounts participated and attacked him, but on his side there was only himself and the civilian knight standing behind him.
The strength gap between the two sides was huge, but in that war, he was still the final winner.
On that day, he rode a war horse, not looking like a nobleman at all, and came to the losers with disheveled hair and bloodstains all over his body.
Laughing at their dark and frightened expressions.
Since then, those guys have never come again, and he has been excluded from the aristocratic circle.
This is not the only price he paid. He lost one eye in that war, and was penetrated by a long sword, leaving old wounds that were difficult to heal. In the following years, every time it rained, The feces is the smelly, dark blood that fills the mouth during coughing.
He became a useless person. The funny thing is that he did not fall to such a miserable end when facing the Goblin Kingdom, but instead fell to this miserable end during an attack by his own people. At this moment, it seems that the scene many years ago has appeared again, but this time it is no longer the endless goblins pouring out of the forest, but rat men.
What's the difference?
The human army is setting up positions in full swing, preparing for war.
The mage used magic to raise the land to a slope. Archers with uneasy faces were displayed here. It can be seen from the equipment on their bodies that they are not well-trained soldiers.
In fact, most of the guys in this position are not well-trained professionals.
The warriors who were recruited not long ago and came here, wearing simple leather armor and holding long wooden spears in their hands, all had the same red faces and movements of holding long wooden spears. It was also like he was wielding the pitchfork waving in the field, with a different kind of nervousness.
Most of the archers were like this, holding an exaggeratedly long bow in their hands, standing uneasily on the slope raised by the magic.
Of course, there are some guys who still look at the past. A team of crossbowmen who have added an extra layer of chain mail to their leather armor are currently using the animals in their bags while waiting for the war. Grease carefully maintained the crossbow arrows in his hand.
The grease-wiped bow strings are stretched straight, and you can also see the daggers issued uniformly from this group of crossbowmen. They are not simply long-range units.
Many mercenaries were filled into the front line. They were more rough and savage, and their equipment was also uneven, ranging from full-body armor with their coats of arms worn away to bare chests. Just put a leather apron around my waist, all kinds of things.
But the momentum is far superior to those of the militiamen who were recruited not long ago.
Often carrying a variety of battle axes.
As time went by, outposts were raised one after another, and the military mages no longer used spells one by one, but instead boarded those outposts.
In the camp, in front of the sand table, the capable middle-aged man, the supreme commander of the army, picked up the helmet beside him.
Stepping out of the camp, one by one the knights were ready.
Appearing in front of this capable middle-aged man, not one of the twenty-four people is missing, although the personnel may have changed.
They were no longer the same knights as before. He saw a few particularly young guys among them.
As time goes by, the pain caused by the war makes those old friends go ahead of me.
But now, their descendants and successors have already stood in front of them.
Put on your helmet. At this moment, the knights in front of you all knocked on their chests.
“Your Majesty the Great Bear Hunter!”
Cheering loudly, the capable middle-aged man in the helmet grinned.
Yes, that's it. Isn't that why he does these things?
This was what he specially ordered his old friends after the war.
Don’t call him by his name when you meet, call him Mr. Bear Hunter.
Withdrawn the long sword from his waist and shouted loudly.
"Okay! My Bear Hunter Chapter! It's time to go to war!
We will not retreat this time!"
Obviously we are already big, but we still have no scruples. So shout.
Laughter broke out on the field, and a group of guys, big and small, couldn't stop laughing at this moment. This capable middle-aged man didn't care at all.
Tangled up in injuries, he has not been on the battlefield for a long time, and these old friends in front of him have not gathered together again for many years.
He was grateful that he and they could still laugh.
On the contrary, the young knights who took over were a little at a loss.
Just looking at the scene in front of me, looking at the uncles and uncles who were usually stern but now able to make jokes and laugh at the lord without any scruples, looking at the lord who didn't care.
Their parents would always show that inexplicable expression when they mentioned the lord.
They didn't quite understand why before, but now they seem to understand a little bit.
The middle-aged man strode forward with his head held high and a calm look on his face. The corners of his raised mouth did not fall down and he moved forward step by step. Even though the dark and smelly blood gradually began to overflow from the corners of his mouth, he did not care at all.
Arrived in front of a group of knights.
Rubbing the mediocre sword in his hand back to his waist, the knights behind him who were no longer young also stood upright at this moment and puffed out their chests.
They all patted the armor on their chests again, raised their heads high, and tried their best to show their most powerful scene, towards the middle-aged man in front of them who did not turn around.
The young knights did not react, but they quickly found their positions and stood upright.
The war is about to begin.
In the distance, in the darkness, a group of huge rat men appeared.
The Rat People have arrived.
The knights all mounted their horses.
They are the absolute protagonists of this empire, they are the main force of this war, whether it is the militia that was called up, the more elite manor guards, or those who follow money The mercenaries who arrived, the mages who had emerged over the years.
None of them are really at the center of this war.
A large number of knights and attendants gathered behind these twenty-four knights, preparing for the battle.
The trumpet was blown.
The rat people began to run wildly, amidst the shouts of the manic figures and the waving of the black flags.
The militia archers began to pull the long bow that was almost as tall as them. Although this long bow was simple, it was not small in power.
The arrows were thrown towards the rat man with a whistling sound, but they seemed a little crooked.
These militia archers have not undergone a lot of training and their accuracy is not good.
But there were other beings looking for relief for them. The mage on the outpost started his own actions. During the chant, the blue breeze gathered and wrapped around the arrows thrown out.
Although due to the limitations of the world, the magical power of the Dark-Eye Human Race cannot transcend that unknown limit, they themselves have also changed over a long period of time.
Their magic began to develop in the direction of refinement and functionality.
(End of this chapter)