The lord is red again

After a short rest for a few days, the Land Corps set out on an expedition again. The difference is that this time, not only Land soldiers will participate in the battle, but also a large number of Revan soldiers will participate.

The Land Corps soldiers, known for their elite strength, are very fast, and their feet are still flying on the rugged mountain roads.

But for the Revan soldiers, wearing armor and carrying weapons to rush on the road has already cost them half their lives. The uphill slope in front directly became the dividing point, completely widening the distance between the two sides.

They could only see the golden army getting farther and farther away, their feet were as heavy as lead, but they could not catch up.

"You should slow down, the distance between us is getting bigger and bigger." Hull reminded the team commanders.

As a former hero, even though his strength is now on the verge of being eliminated, he has a high status in the hearts of the soldiers and can still win some respect.

"Then let them speed up." As Lind's guard, Wright responded, "Perhaps they should be responsible for clearing the retreat. We don't have time to take care of them."

Everyone can guess how tragic this war will be. The only role of ordinary people joining in is to do some chores, or jump in when the battlefield meat grinder is running to make the blood splash bigger.

A heavy rain suddenly fell without warning, hindering the army's progress.

Although Lind's body was strong enough to ignore these, this war was not something he could win alone, so he ordered to set up camp on the spot.

He stood in the heavy rain and looked in the direction of Goliath. The raindrops that hit his armor like jade beads exploded and then scattered into smaller pieces.

I still remember the winter more than a year ago, when he hoped that he could contact Goliath's hometown and exchange some food for face to survive the cold winter.

"My lord?"

The voice came from behind, and then the raindrops hitting Lind disappeared.

There was also the sound of a rain cloth being hit on his head.

Miss Doris was not a good recorder. She was too subjective when writing. Linde felt that if he really retired one day and lay in a rocking chair with gray hair, when he read what Miss Doris wrote, he would definitely not feel that he was reading a historical record, but perhaps a youth adventure novel.

She had this talent.

Because he had once relied on his height advantage to look down at her writing about the love and hatred between himself and Rania.

Doris, whose bangs were wet by the rain, stood beside Linde with an umbrella on her face. She tried to raise her arms and even tiptoed.

Linde was growing taller and taller. Although he had not been measured specifically, he was at least 1.9 meters tall. He might be taller in the future.

He reached out to catch the umbrella and took a step closer to Doris. Because of his huge body, this lady's umbrella could hardly cover two people.

And now, Doris was like hiding behind a golden wall. Although the umbrella was high, all the rain hit Linde.

Not a qualified recorder, but at least she is a qualified secretary.

Qualified, refers to her fierce, slim and coquettish voice, otherwise what else can you expect a secretary to do? Having her by your side makes people feel happy.

Linde looked at the tent being built.

The soldiers helped their general to set up camp as soon as possible, but it takes time.

The heavy rain caused the expeditionary army to fall into chaos for a moment. Fortunately, they did not show more, otherwise Linde doubted what his soldiers would do when the army was no longer facing a rainstorm but a rain of fire flying all over the sky.

They can't go further with him, Linde once again had this idea.

It's like forcing the NPCs of the novice village to fight the final BOSS, perhaps most of them will die on the way.

He felt that he should plan his future direction after defeating Goliath, continue to fight as a general of the kingdom to restore the rule of mankind, or carry a sword and go to a wider world as a lonely ranger.

The bad thing is that that day will not be too far away, so he must make a decision before the next official version update.

The rain knocked out muddy puddles on the ground, and the undead scattered in twos and threes like hounds smelling blood, gathering around the Rand soldiers who were camping to avoid the rain.

Every soldier was full of expectations and nervousness about returning to Goliath. Recovering their homeland and taking back their capital, people in any world and any country would have similar feelings, and this strong feeling does not need a reason.

They talked about everything about Goliath, but most of the soldiers were from the Second Legion, and they knew very little about the Royal City.

The same was true for the Third Legion. Although they were once the Royal Guards, their job was just to check horseshoes, adjust the direction of military flags, and skillfully raise their dragon-riding lances after hearing the horn to prepare a guard of honor for the traveling king or queen.

More stories came from the soldiers of the First Legion.

"Soft taco, pine nut pudding, and..." Old Pete was in the accompanying army. Lind's expedition was absolutely indispensable, not only to satisfy his appetite, but also for safety.

He talked about the menu of the palace, which made Marcus sneer at him, because he had served the nobles countless times and had the honor of eating them several times.

Exquisite food would make people feel guilty after eating it. The delicacies that Old Pete talked about were not on the nobles' tables.

The undead who were listening to the excitement jumped out again. There was a pastry chef and the chef in charge of the hotel. They felt that it was necessary to teach a group of "medieval chefs" who only knew how to fry meat and stew soup to cook, and tell them what real food is, what is called color, fragrance and taste!

That being said, the only thing they can eat is dry food. After the rain stops for a while, they will continue on their way.

"Lord Linde was once loyal to Prince Kurt, but Prince Kurt failed in the election for the throne, and the king finally chose His Majesty Rania." I don't know who started a topic.

Then the hot topic began to go off track.

Fortunately, I have nothing to do, so it's good to listen to the story about Linde.

"Is Linde engaged? But he was exiled to the border. Why does it sound like the three-year agreement has expired?"

"It has indeed been three years."

"What is his fiancée's name?"

"Miss Tione, if you have ever seen her, you will understand what the elegance of a noble lady is." Wright, who had not joined the topic, couldn't help it.

Although Rania showed many advantages of a female noble, most soldiers would never forget her appearance of charging on the battlefield with a gun in her uniform.

Wright tried to describe Miss Tione in words: "She is a nun in the church. Her smile makes people feel like spring breeze. Although she doesn't wear gorgeous dresses like other noble ladies, she always wears plain clothes but has infinite charm. She is like..."

"Like a water lily." An impolite voice suddenly interrupted, making Wright's unfinished words stuck in his throat.

He turned his head in anger and found that it was the recorder. Although he stopped cursing, he didn't smile.

Everyone still remembered the female secretary who always followed Lind.

Many undead people always claimed that Lind was very picky about food and only ate the best every day.

"Old Pete, the lord hopes you can cook a pot of hot soup, remember not to put celery."

"I'll go right away!" Old Pete stood up.

"Ahem," Doris cleared her throat, "I've also heard about Lord Lind and Miss Tione."

The eyes of the undead who were originally attracted by her figure suddenly lit up, even the legion soldiers.

If anyone knows Lind best, it must be the female secretary who follows him all day.

They are about to capture the map of the royal city, so it makes sense to listen to gossip about the royal city here.

Miss Doris straightened her chest.

The action is more useful than shouting at the top of her voice, because she successfully attracted everyone's attention to herself.

"But I think the story of Lord Lind and Miss Druids is also worth knowing."

What is the purpose of being a recorder? If your notes are not lost, they can only be placed in the library for a lifetime, and it will be too bad to be read by people after dozens or hundreds of years.

Doris finally understood recently why recorders always "inherit" the disease of losing notes. Although many recorders are not related by blood, they will inherit the same disease.

Now she knows clearly.

But she didn't dare to lose her notes casually, she didn't want to anger that person at a critical moment.

But if she accidentally said something during the chat, no, no, it wasn't just something, she just reminded him twice.

"Yes, Miss Deruis!"

Look, someone has remembered this.

It has nothing to do with her, not at all. At most, she would slightly correct others when they told the story wrongly. As a recorder, she would never allow others to make up stories.

Adaptation should be based on her own version.