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During the winter military training in Baron Keen's territory, an interesting episode also occurred.

It was during the second military training. A large group of farmers were lining up in the threshing ground, receiving guidance from junior officers, and practicing formation and stabbing. The sentry in charge of the village lookout suddenly screamed and rang the alarm bell.

Every village or town's lookout has an alarm bell, and the sentry will ring the bell once they find an emergency. When the bell rings, the elderly, the weak, women and children should hide as soon as possible, and the young and strong should gather immediately to try to resist the danger.

This is a common practice in all parts of 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 Gelsang Keen, was in power. At that time, a terrifying monster, the troll, came to the territory. Gelsang was seriously injured when he led the team to eliminate the monster. He died before he could be sent to the temple for treatment by the 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 at this moment, when the bell rang, the horrific memory of five years ago emerged from the hearts of those who had come into contact with the monster, making them tremble with their legs and almost unable to stand.

The horrible monster had a gray-green body like a hill, covered with thick moss. It was very powerful, but what was even more terrifying was that it was almost impossible to kill. More than once, brave soldiers stabbed their sharp spears deep into its body, watching the green blood gushing out, but it only took about a sentence for the blood to stop gushing, and after a few more sentences, the wound began to heal, which was incredible.

The brave Baron Gelsang suffered this loss. He brought a group of people to tie up the guy with a strong rope, pulled him down with one heart and one mind, and then swung the axe and chopped it hard for more than a dozen times, chopping off its head, and blood flowed all over the ground.

At that time, everyone thought that this guy was dead - how could he not die after his head was chopped off? As a result, an accident happened on the way to take his body back for public display.

The chopped-off head grew back, and the "corpse" on the cart regained its vitality. The resurrected monster jumped up, swung his fist and hit Baron Gelsang on his horse. The poor baron was beaten and rolled out, and his body was almost deformed.

Although the monster was tied up again, cut into pieces, and burned to ashes with the joint efforts of the soldiers and hunters, Baron Gelsang lost his life because of his serious injuries.

I don't know what the monster that will attack this time will be. If it is the same as last time... That's okay. After what happened last time, everyone has experience. I'm afraid that it will be something else terrifying, for example, a legendary dragon or something...

The peasants obviously thought too much. Of course, there are dragons in the Thunder Principality, but which dragon would be so bored as to come and attack a small village?

What can you get here that the dragon wants? Glittering gold coins? Gems to decorate the cave? Food with strong vitality?

There is nothing here. For the dragon, it is a completely barren land!

After a while, the militia, led by the officer, saw the monsters coming.

They were two ogres who ran out from nowhere.

The ogres were tall, about... Assuming that the height of a certain second-set writer who specializes in writing popular boys and girls is used as a reference, it is at least twice as tall as the other party and a little taller. Unlike trolls, they are full of stench, have infinite strength, use thick wooden sticks as weapons, and eat whatever they catch, and humans are naturally on their menu.

This kind of monster is very dangerous and often causes serious damage. Although they do not have the immortal body of trolls, their destructive power is stronger than that of trolls-trolls often find a place to sleep when they are full, and sometimes they can sleep for three to five days after eating one meal, but ogres have to eat two meals a day without fail, and the difference in appetite is amazing. Not to mention that trolls are omnivorous, and if they can't find any animals to eat, they can make do with eating grass. Ogres are different. They must eat meat, and they are keen to capture some creatures that can't run fast on two legs and lack combat power... That's how the name "Ogre" came from.

If they still follow the rules of last time, the militia who tried to tie up the ogres with ropes will definitely suffer heavy losses. After all, ogres are stronger than trolls, and they are also good at using big sticks, and their combat power is much higher than that of trolls.

But fortunately, the junior officer who led the training had read the information about ogres when he was studying, and as an elite in the new army, he firmly remembered the information about those common or particularly dangerous monsters, including ogres.

So he immediately started to make arrangements, mainly to quickly transform the spare spears into javelins, and summon hunters to arrange the formation. Fortunately, the ogres did not come quickly, and when they arrived outside the village, the preparations were also done.

Then, it was a fierce battle.

The power of the ogre is unmatched by ordinary peasants. If they try to fight in close combat, even hundreds of people will be defeated by it in one fell swoop. However, with the help of two hunters in the village using bows and arrows to attract the two stupid big guys, they were led to an open area, where more than a dozen whistling javelins were waiting for them.

When the ogre roared in pain because of the injury, the officer led the team to approach, threw trip ropes and fishing nets to temporarily trap them, and then followed with javelins.

Finally, the brave officer led several strong villagers and ended the battle with spears.

The battle did not last long, but the impact was not small. A mere officer led dozens of militiamen and two hunters, relying on simple weapons to kill two terrifying ogres. Such a record is brilliant even in those brave areas known as "children can use swords", not to mention that the Barony of Keen is not actually a place where brave men are born. Culture and art are popular here. Even farmers like to sing and dance in their spare time instead of fighting.

But it was this group of scholars or artists who did something that ordinary warriors could not do!

Crick commended the officer named York for this, gave him a bonus, and also awarded him a medal-as a hero who led a group of farmers to kill two ogres, he deserved this honor.

Interestingly, York himself also benefited from this battle. His professional level increased from the original level 4 soldier to the level 1 non-commissioned officer.

The fifth level of combat is enough to qualify as a professional. More importantly, "sergeant" belongs to the command-oriented profession. York can comprehend this profession in this battle, which means that he has talent in this area.

Command is a rare talent. A talent who can comprehend the command profession without special training and relying on last-minute cram and battlefield practice is worth cultivating!

So after the commendation, York's job was transferred. Creek contacted the leader of the Void Masked Church Knights, the legendary "Iron Giant" Mr. Gerard, through the Priest Milomon, and sent a generous gift, entrusting Mr. Gerard to let York learn officer knowledge in the Void Masked Knights.

Unlike his fierce appearance, Mr. Gerard is a very kind and easy-to-talk person. He didn't want to accept the gift at first, but he couldn't resist Creek's repeated requests. When he finally accepted the carefully prepared gift, he actually blushed a little.

This made Creek secretly laugh, and he was more assured of the character of this legendary strongman. I believe that York will definitely be able to learn something in the Knights.

The Barony of Keen can appoint three knights, and there is still one position vacant. If York can become an excellent commander, then perhaps he will become the last knight of the Barony.

"After all, Keen is still too small, and there are still too few people..." After sending York away, Creek sat in a chair and pondered for a long time, and couldn't help but sighed deeply.

He has used his ability to detect that there are no more talented or outstanding people among the civilians of Keen. If you want to find such talents, you can only search elsewhere.

Fortunately, after a few years, the management of the territory has formed a virtuous cycle. When the fruit trees are strong and the herbs can be picked, and the workshop for brewing fruit wine is built, it should be all right.

When he wrote here, he felt some pain and tightness in his chest again. He put down the charcoal pencil that recorded his fragmentary thoughts, patted his chest gently, and couldn't help coughing again.

"This disease seems to be getting worse..." This time he coughed for a long time before gradually calming down. He took a sip of the healing potion mixed with honey beside him and sighed softly.

He had investigated his physical condition in detail and asked several priests for help. The conclusions were basically the same: although he came back alive from the battlefield of "The Day the Sun Goes Out", he was involved in the most intense battle area as a mortal, and his body was infiltrated by various divine powers, forming symptoms that seemed like a curse.

Priests can dispel the curse on him through prayer. Even if the curse comes from the infiltration of divine power, masters like Priest Milomon can help him dispel it. But because the various divine powers in his body vaguely formed a balance, even Priest Milomon did not dare to act rashly, fearing that if the balance was destroyed, some divine powers would suddenly burst out... By then, Priest Milomon himself might be able to resist it, but Creek might even have his soul destroyed, and even resurrection would be impossible.

So he could only tolerate these divine powers fighting each other, as if his body was a battlefield. In the process of fighting, his body was of course deeply affected. Even though he has been taking care of himself and taking healing potions regularly, he can only barely maintain his health.

Now he has to spend more than a hundred gold coins every month just on healing potions. Fortunately, he has Pastor Morton to help him with treatment, otherwise he doesn't know how much money he would have spent!

"It's simply a bottomless pit!"

Crick sighed secretly. He only hoped that these divine powers would win the game as soon as possible, no matter which side wins, even if he gets seriously ill, it doesn't matter. It's better to suffer a short pain than a long pain. If he gets well once, at least he can save trouble in the future!