Journey to the Wizarding World

"Want to run?" Blake sneered.

Not long ago, he failed in the battle with the orcs because there were such scum in the army. Blake immediately bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot out.

call out!

The arrow drew an arc and penetrated directly through Oka's chest. The deserter, who was only one step away from the knight, was unable to fight back in front of Black.

Then, Blake waved his hand.

The soldiers under his command immediately stepped forward and dealt with all the deserters before looking into the tavern.

Several veterans walked out quickly.

"Desert?" Blake looked cold.

Since the defeat on the front line, the Seventh Army was dispersed by the orcs, resulting in a large number of deserters. They lost the restraint of discipline and began to burn, kill and loot civilians, almost no different from bandits.

"No! Master Black."

Hearing the words of Army Commander Blake, Grant was startled. He straightened his back quickly, followed the soldier etiquette of Tucker Kingdom, and said loudly: "Tucker Kingdom, Seventh Army, Twelfth Battalion, Ninth Team Soldier Ge

Lan reports to you!"

"Tucker Kingdom, Seventh Army, Twelfth Battalion, Nine Troop Soldiers Aylin reports to you!"

"Tucker Kingdom, seventh army, twelfth battalion, ninth team, private Dominic, reports to you!"

"Tucker Kingdom, Seventh Army, Twelfth Battalion, ninth team soldier Max reports to you!"

"Tucker Kingdom, Seventh Army..."

Several veterans saluted one after another and reported their identities to the legion commander, but Blake's face remained extremely cold.

In his eyes, the soldiers who appeared here were obviously deserters.

"Report to the Legion Commander."

At this time, Grant quickly took out a crumpled letter from his arms, stepped forward and handed it to Blake and said, "My subordinates have been ordered by Roy, the centurion of the 12th Battalion, to escort the wounded soldiers back to the kingdom."

Blake took the letter and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"It turns out you were ordered by Roy."

Blake's expression softened and he said softly, "I almost misunderstood you. How are the wounded soldiers doing?"

With that said, Blake got off his horse.

Glenn and other veterans breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time there was a touch of excitement on their faces. As the commander of the Seventh Army, Blake was known for his impartiality and protection of shortcomings, and had a high prestige among the low-level soldiers of the Tucker Kingdom.

Blake walked straight into the tavern.

When he saw the staggering wounded soldiers, and even the putrid corpses, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared on his face, and he sighed, "Thank you for your hard work, soldiers, the kingdom will not forget your efforts."

"It's all for the Kingdom!"

Hearing Black's words, Grant's face became even more excited, and there was even a trace of tears in his eyes. He felt that all his efforts were worth it.

In the corner, Enzo's eyes flickered.

According to the memory in this body's mind, the commander of the Seventh Legion in front of him, Blake, seemed to be a very powerful knight, with high quality and trustworthy character, and a high reputation among the lower-level soldiers.

"What's going on?"

At this time, Blake looked at the stinking corpses on the ground again and asked.

"I'm sorry, Lord Legion Commander."

A trace of sadness appeared on Gulen's face, and he said, "These children died on the battlefield. According to the custom of their hometown, they should be allowed to return to their roots, so we took them on the road together with the wounded soldiers."

"The green mountains in the world are all the same. Where can a man not feel at home?"

Blake shook his head and said: "As long as you sacrifice for the people, you are a hero of the kingdom who is buried there!"

"The weather is hot now, so let's bury him on the spot."

Hearing Black's words, Grant's eyes filled with tears. He never thought that in the eyes of the legion commander, these lowest-level soldiers who sacrificed their lives on the front line could also be called heroes, so he immediately nodded heavily.

Then Blake took over.

He first ordered his army doctors to treat several injuries and illnesses, and then took Gulen and others to a slope outside the village, dug several graves with his own hands, and buried the corpses one by one.

"May your souls rest in peace!"

With a serious look on his face, Blake took a broken sword from his body and buried it in the pit with the body, saying, "I swear on the name of Blake, the commander of the Seventh Legion, that the kingdom will never forget you. After the orcs are defeated, you will

They will all be heroes of the kingdom!"

Grant and others had tears in their eyes and had great respect for Blake.

Not far away, Enzo was leaning on a wooden stick, with a trace of thought on his face. It must be said that this leader of the Black Army did have a great personality.

As the saying goes, a scholar will die for his confidant!

In the army, the biggest expectation of the lower-level soldiers is to make achievements, and if they can be loyal to a trustworthy commander, they will naturally get more opportunities.

After the simple funeral, everyone returned to the small village.

Enzo leaned on the wooden stick and tried not to attract attention. He looked around and found that the commander of the Black Army only had about a hundred soldiers under his command. Many of them were injured and looked very tired.

"Lord Legion Commander."

After returning to the village, Grant asked hesitantly, "I would like to ask, how is Lord Roy doing now?"

Centurion Roy is the direct commander of Grant and others.

Compared to the big shot Blake, Roy is the commander that several veterans often come into contact with.

"Roy died in the battle three days ago."

A trace of sadness appeared on Blake's face, and he sighed, "The orcs who invaded the border of the kingdom this time are the Jackal tribe and the Khajiit tribe. The Seventh Army has been almost completely wiped out, and the situation is no longer under control."

"Sir Roy, died in battle?"

Grant's face changed, and he suddenly turned pale, and murmured, "How could this happen? Can't even the Seventh Army stop it?"

Blake didn't speak, his face looked a little sad.

As the commander of the Seventh Army, he originally had 20,000 soldiers under his command, but after a bloody battle with the orcs, almost the entire army was wiped out. It was not that the Seventh Army was not brave enough, but that the orcs this time were too ferocious.

To the south of Tucker Kingdom is the grassland where orcs live.

Both the Jackals and the Tigers are major tribes of orcs, relying on their racial advantages to be very powerful on the battlefield. Although they have had conflicts with the Tucker Kingdom in the past, they have never been as ferocious as this time.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The sky is going to change..." Blake sat on the rock and muttered to himself.

At this time, the soldiers under his command came over. They had just searched the small village and confirmed that there were no other deserters, but they did not find many useful resources.

In recent times, the small village has been ravaged by deserters many times.

Because of the chaotic situation, civilian life was in dire straits. Most of the aborigines in the small village chiefs fled to the big cities, leaving only a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, waiting to die holding on to the little food they had.

"Does the kingdom have any next orders?"

Grant hesitated and looked at Black expectantly. Although the battle on the front line failed, as long as they met the legion commander Black, it seemed to several veterans that they had support.

But Blake shook his head, his face very gloomy.

This time, the Seventh Army was defeated by the orcs, and Black, as the commander of the army, could not escape the blame. Although the defeat was not his fault, no matter what, Black would be punished by the kingdom because of military law.

At this time, even as a general in battle, Blake felt a little confused.

When he returned to the kingdom, he still didn't know what kind of situation he would face. Black had already sent the news back to the royal capital. The most important thing now was to send additional troops to the front line to resist the invasion of the orcs.

Otherwise, once the front line is completely defeated, the kingdom will also be in danger.

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Three hours later, small village.

Due to the defeat of the Seventh Army, Blake could only take the remaining soldiers to rest here.

Glenn and several other veterans went hunting in the nearby forest.

In the forest of Nuoda, several veterans moved forward cautiously. As an archer, Aylin had already bent his bow, aimed at a rabbit not far away, and then quickly shot an arrow.

call out!

The arrow hit the target, and a smile appeared on Aylin's face. For several veterans, since they met Blake in a small village, they naturally had to follow him. The purpose of hunting in the forest at this moment was to collect resources.

You know, Blake can have more than a hundred soldiers with him.

The food consumed every day is a very important thing. Blake is not willing to allow his men to plunder civilians, so he can only collect resources through hunting. Fortunately, the prey in the forest is quite abundant this season.

Seeing Aylin shoot the rabbit, Enzo stepped forward and picked it up.

"You're recovering well, Enzo."

When Grant saw that Enzo could walk, a hint of joy appeared on his face, but at the same time he felt confused.

He remembered very clearly how seriously Enzo had been injured before.

The heart was almost visible in the chest that was torn apart by the jackal's claws. Even if he survived, he shouldn't be able to walk so soon.

"Just good luck."

Enzo smiled and shook his head. There was a faint pain in his chest. This body was just an ordinary person, and the wounds would naturally not heal so quickly. The best option would be to lie on the bed.

But in the current situation, there is obviously no such opportunity.

Enzo could only take the initiative and follow the veterans to the forest to see if they could find some special herbs to speed up the recovery of the body.

Afterwards, everyone continued hunting.

Enzo looked around, the chip scanning function was turned on, and found a zigzag-shaped grass in a corner not far away that seemed to be healing medicine, so he quietly picked it off and stuffed it into his mouth while no one was paying attention.

Suddenly, the pain in my chest eased a bit.

Tap tap tap!

Suddenly, a sika deer appeared in the forest. Ailin's eyes lit up, he quickly bent his bow, nocked an arrow, and shot out.

"Well done!"

As the arrow was shot, the sika deer fell to the ground. A hint of surprise appeared on Ge Lan's face, and he praised loudly.

There was also a hint of pride on Aylin's face.

As the only archer in the team, although his archery skills are not perfect, he can still hit the target with a hundred steps. Hunting in the forest is not a problem. Hunting this sika deer will be enough for the soldiers to have a good meal.

Afterwards, Aylin stepped forward and prepared to bring the prey back to the camp.

However, just as he was approaching the sika deer, a poisonous snake with a triangular head quietly spat out a letter on the branch nearby.

The next moment, the poisonous snake rushed towards the unsuspecting Aylin.

"Careful!" Grant exclaimed.

call out!

At this moment, a dagger shot out like a flying knife, directly nailing the poisonous snake to the tree trunk, and Aylin broke out in a cold sweat.

"Black krait?"

Aylin's face was pale. As an old hunter, he naturally knew this kind of snake. The black krait is known as a deadly killer. Its venom is enough to kill a buffalo. Without a special antidote, ordinary people who are bitten by it will definitely die.

"You did it? Enzo."

At this time, Aylin suddenly noticed that the dagger belonged to Enzo, which meant that he had saved him just now.

Not far away, Enzo nodded slightly.

Although this body is just that of an ordinary person, with the chip, Enzo can easily hit the mark when throwing a dagger, and it is also very easy to save Aylin from the mouth of a poisonous snake.

"Good boy, when did you master throwing knives?"

Next to him, Grant looked surprised. In his memory, Enzo had always been a timid and shy child. He would blush even when the veterans teased him. Although he would not run away on the battlefield, he did not have much courage to fight the orcs.

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Enzo smiled and said nothing.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back."

Grant did not ask further questions. Seeing that it was getting dark, he called Aylin and others and dragged the prey back to the small village.

At this moment, almost all the indigenous people in the small village have fled.

The remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people originally planned to hide in the village and wait to die, but now that they have been protected by Blake, their safety is no longer a problem.

Around the small village, Blake's soldiers stood ready.

Although according to the situation on the front line, the possibility of the orcs invading here is not high, Blake's cautious character does not allow for any carelessness. During the temporary rest period of the small village, sentries were arranged at every entrance.

As the last trace of afterglow disappeared in the sky, night fell quietly.

"Thank you for your hard work."

The soldiers who were sent out to hunt returned to the small village one after another, and the prey they brought back was enough for the troops for five days. A smile appeared on Blake's face, and he ordered the soldiers to cook food and send some to the residents of the village.

Everyone sat around the fire and began to enjoy dinner.

Enzo swallowed a piece of barbecue in small mouthfuls, and continued to absorb the remaining memories of this body in his mind, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The original owner of this body was just an ordinary country boy.

He joined the army only after his parents died, and his understanding of the world was limited to the Tucker Kingdom and the orcs in the south.

"Army decision..."

Enzo's eyes flickered slightly. In the memory of this body, the most profound thing is a military training method. It is the best way for ordinary soldiers to become officers. It is somewhat similar to the knight's breathing method.

Decisive military conquest!

As the name suggests, the training method specially prepared for soldiers can allow soldiers to be promoted to the realm of knights in the shortest possible time. However, the disadvantage is also very obvious, that is, during the training process, the body will continue to suffer hidden injuries.

"Continuously overdraw your vitality and gain powerful strength."

Enzo gave the definition of Bingbingjue and shook his head slightly. The chip recorded thousands of knight breathing methods, many of which were more advanced than Bingbingjue. If you want this body to improve its strength in a short period of time, the easiest way is to practice.

Breathing method.