Mystery Makes Me Strong

"What are you doing?" Lancelot called to a soldier who was working hard to carry stones.

"We are repairing the city defense to meet the next wave of evil." The soldier did not stop working, but turned his head and said, "Dear Lord Knight."

"Who ordered you to do this? That stupid Lord Bowler?" Lancelot asked strangely.

The most active people to fight against the evil tide are the local lords where the evil tide occurred.

If they can't fight back, they will lose their sealed territory and become poor people. They will go to the capital of the kingdom to find their relatives to beg for mercy, seek a position as a court noble, and live in the jokes of others every day.

Many nobles who lost their fiefs, their wives and daughters heard that they all entered the backyards of big nobles, middle nobles, and even minor nobles.

The poor have stepped on too much, and it is no longer fun to step on it. Only those who step on the same class have a higher sense of superiority.

"He once ordered this way, but we didn't follow his orders." The soldier piled the stones in a gap, and carefully found the gap in the soil to fill it.

Of course, there is no glued soil, this is just a makeshift, barely resisting those small monsters.

"Then who do you listen to?"

"Listen to us," said the old soldier who was the first card player. "Hey, knight, how about a game of gwent?"

"Okay, I'm the most famous expert in our earl's territory." Lancelot said subconsciously.

Immediately, a burst of willpower made him stop the urge to draw cards.

What did you say just now?

Why would you say it yourself?

Although I am indeed a low hand at cards, but now is the battlefield!

The tide of magic will come at any time, how can I play cards?

However, I really want to play cards...

"vampire!"

"Silver Dagger!"

In the entanglement, the knight and the old soldier played cards.

Immediately I understood everything.

Because a voice sounded in my mind.

"The dataization of the body is over, and the character data is being scanned..."

I vaguely felt a strange change in my body, as if it had been hollowed out and then filled with something new.

I took a knife and cut my arm. I used to feel pain, but now there is only a slight touch, and there is no pain at all.

Feeling pain is an advantage for soldiers, but it is also a disadvantage.

It is very possible that you were fatally wounded and knew to dodge.

However, at this moment, I saw that the wound quickly closed on its own.

Here comes the small one again.

Still closing slowly.

It's just that I am keen to feel a little bit of knowledge.

Looking at it again, there is a reminder in my mind that is "Serious and minor injury BUFF: physical fitness decreased by 1%, lasting for 10 minutes."

"Who gave that strength?" I asked the old soldier in surprise.

"It was given by the envoy of God."

"So that's how it is. The sleeping gods finally opened their eyes and sent out their envoys." Xiong Esute had a hard time accepting that statement.

I think it is the power given by the devil: first, I am extremely eager for the gods to perform miracles, and seventh, the devil kills us so hard, why make it difficult for myself?

The other party came there to play again.

They will die if killed.

From the fact that some demons often surrender, it can be seen that if they are mortal, why surrender?

"Great, you want to make your soldiers have that kind of power! Please take you to see the envoy." I said.

a day ago.

A total of a thousand people on the battlefield were transformed into card players.

Those who are seriously injured and those who can still take a breath are included.

Suffering from a super serious injury buff and gaining an extra leg, he is gradually recovering.

Originally, there were a total of 20,000 people including front-line personnel.

It was collected by the lords from all over the kingdom.

And the scale of the demon tide will stop increasing, until a certain target castle is broken, and it will not return to a gate of darkness; or if a small enough number is killed, it will also return to the gate of darkness.

In other words, if the value of the target castle is too high, there will be no reinforcements, or many.

Lord Bowler's castle is located on a major traffic road, and he only sends so few reinforcements by paying a small amount of taxes every year.

Fortunately, if the demon tide is like the rebels, they will fight in seven places and destroy everything, not to mention the Kingdom of Rotes, even other small countries like me can't support it.

"Warriors, yes, card players, today is the day for your counterattack! The Gate of Darkness is taking shape again, but that time, you will let us know what the power of card players is!"

"You have to light up the lamp and fight until dawn!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The soldiers reveled, and their morale rose to full value visibly to the naked eye.

If we were asked to work, we would run away in the middle of the night, but if we were asked to play cards, no one would have the confidence to stay up all night. After all, the youngest was over eighty years old.

The kingdom conscripts old folk husbands, but a small number of old people die halfway.

Lancelot abandoned his horse and light armor, and replaced it with a chain mail armor.

Although the armor is good, it is free to face the powerful demons, and can only be dodged by fighting spirit.

Anyway, now I am afraid of getting hurt.

We walked seventy miles all the way, and in the past, at least one-tenth of the people would want to slip away on that number of roads.

However, there is no supervising team today, and no one wants to slip away.

Everyone knows one thing, accumulate fewer chips and become weaker.

If it is true, if he runs away today, he will be caught tomorrow. At this time, whether he has a bargaining chip or not, he is dead!

The weaker it is now, the better it will be in the future.

If it is done well, you can still count on a fief.

Slowly, we see a small patch of advanced demons.

A tauren that makes people look pale, and a hot harpy.

The tauren is using a giant hammer to beat each high-level monster into a meat paste, and throw it into a bloody pothole.

The harpies hovered in mid-air, and whoever tried to escape would be the first to be thrown onto the sledgehammer.

With such a complicated method, the lower thousand high-level monsters could only tremble.

Did the soldiers laugh at them.

Because we are the same after the king's conscription document and the whip. A few whips make hundreds of villagers helpless and honestly disobey orders.

If you disobey the order, you can only flee.

Fleeing to another lord's territory will only be caught and sentenced to slavery.

It is worse to go on the battlefield than to go off the battlefield. The latter is a one-shot affair, and the former is a family tragedy.

"Let you free them!" The old soldier suddenly shouted.

Of course I feel pity for those monsters, I just want to recall my past.

The soldiers went down.

"Hey, a group of guys who know the formation, you have no reputation at all." The lieutenant beside Lancelot sighed.

Whether Lancelot reprimanded the deputy who was born in a great nobleman, the other party was also wrong.

Those soldiers didn't have any formations. What we learned was to stand under the city wall and throw stones and chop people with knives.

If you want to learn formation and combat rotation, you need at most eight months of intensive training.

Those who can master those low-level combat skills, small lords such as dukes will have more than 8,000 people, and kings will have more than 10,000 people.

A small number of soldiers are committed in one wave. Don’t worry about it before you commit. You want to find us after failure or victory, and issue orders again to let us withdraw and take turns.

When we heard Zhong Zhi's order, the only thing we could do was to swarm and flee.