"Yikes"

"Hey"

"Hah"

In the land of the northern frontier that finally cleared, the young man Barney was sweating "training", he held a heavy training sword in both hands, and in front of him, a wooden target was placed.

The 13-year-old boy was unusually serious, he let out a childish war cry from time to time, and looked at the target in front of him with his long sword, which in his fierce eyes was like a living demon, like a demon who had killed his brother in the rainstorm.

"Bang, bang"

The muffled sound of the sword slashing at the target made everyone who came and went a little curious, and some of the children who were full of food and playing in the open space also lay down next to Barney, watching the big brother practice martial arts.

This would have been a very heartwarming scene, if you ignore the undead infantry patrolling around this large camp... Yes, this is a prisoner of war camp, to be precise, the rear camp of the Berserker Warband on the Darkblade Front, which is inhabited not only by humans, but also by dwarves and gnomes who have lost their homes in demonic attacks, as well as a small number of High Elf civilians.

A large part of them are refugees from near the battlefield when the Berserker Wargroup was exterminating the demons, such as the young boy Barney, on that rainstorm battlefield, if it wasn't for the Lord of Sarufar who returned from "hunting" and noticed the sudden appearance of the demon, I am afraid that the human civilians of that day would have been slashed and killed by the berserk demons.

Today's northern frontier land is already unsafe, the frequency of infiltration of demon squads is becoming more and more frequent, coupled with the encirclement and suppression of the dark blade, the last struggle of the human empire, soon, a big war will break out here again.

And for example, the refugee camp where Barney is located, on the line from Gilneth to the Arathi Heights, there are several, these human refugees who have escaped the demonic plague under the protection of the undead are very considerable, after several weeks of clearance, the various refugee camps have reached a state of saturation, and the various warbands are ready for the next step of the war, but before that, these protected refugees must first be moved to a safer place.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa"

After eating a lunch that was not sumptuous but enough to fill the stomach, a sharp whistle sounded in various areas of the camp, and when the whistle was heard, those who had been living in the camp for more than half a month immediately rushed out of their rooms, while those who had just been sent over reacted a little slower, they were a little dazed, but soon under the silent gaze of the undead infantry, they quickly rushed to the square of the camp.

The crowd was bustling in the sun, they were just a bunch of civilians who had lost their homeland, so don't expect them to have a strong instinct for discipline, after the crowds, it gets noisy, but the heavily armed undead infantry around them don't care about them.

A few minutes later, some humans in strange uniforms, escorted by the undead infantry, appeared in various areas of the camp, and the appearance of these people caused a small discussion among the refugees, the country people under feudal rule were somewhat ignorant, they were not good at expressing their opinions openly, but they were not blind at least.

They could easily tell the difference between the undead and the living, these guys who were escorted by the undead, wearing strange uniforms, were all real human beings, and the light and expression on the faces of these guys, that kind of confidence and businesslike temperament, also seemed to be some kind of sign, telling these refugees that they were a bunch of decent people.

Well, maybe it's the aristocratic lords of the south.

Barney Boy stood beside his fellow men with his training sword on his back, and he stood at the forefront, looking curiously at the heroic young woman not far in front of him, who looked like she had just come of age, wearing a pleated skirt like a military uniform, a hat that was turned to the side, and epaulettes on her shoulders.

This girl is beautiful.

But when her gaze swept over the crowd in front of her, the voices of whispered discussion behind Barney converged at this moment, because the girl's gaze was very stern, like those old men who are always on horses.

"Ahem, introduce yourself."

The girl's eyes lingered on Barney for a moment, but soon she raised it, and looking at the slightly agitated crowd, she said aloud:

"I'm Amber from the Garrison of the Wild West in the Federal District of Defia. Counselor Gilney, in the name of the People's Assembly of the Western Wilderness, and in the sacred right conferred upon me by the Supreme Council of the Federation, I hereby announce to you that you will be allowed to travel to the Western Wilderness of the Defia Federal District for a period of seven days, and will be granted new land, work, and temporary citizenship rights in accordance with your personal registration information. ”

This very formal official declaration was like a book from heaven to the refugees who could not read big characters in front of them, and the young Staff Officer Gilney felt very embarrassed by their dull and dazed eyes, but fortunately, the person in charge of this section of the refugee camp explained it to the refugees in easy-to-understand words.

"Listen, you idiots! The old men of southern Xinjiang have a kind heart, and want to allocate new land for you to cultivate in southern Xinjiang, and the craftsmen can identify themselves when registering, and they can be arranged to help in the workshops in southern Xinjiang, as long as they live there for 3 years, the land you cultivate will belong to you, and no one can take it away anymore. ”

This remark immediately made the refugees feel like a monstrous wave in their hearts, they talked to each other, many people thought it was incredible, but more people didn't want to just leave the home they had lived in for more than ten years or even a lifetime, but no one was stupid enough to jump out and oppose it at this time, because the indifferent undead infantry around them were watching them.

All it takes is a command, and these emotionless spirits will come forward and beat them violently.

But people's emotions are uncontrollable, and soon, the first person began to cry, it was a peasant woman who lost her husband when the demon invaded, she held her two children and sobbed silently, this sad feeling quickly spread to other people, just a few minutes, the atmosphere of the scene became sad, and full of an untimely tragedy.

This scene made Anbo. Staff Officer Gilney was very depressed, she was the first batch of young officials to graduate from the Stormwind City Comprehensive Academy four months ago, and then just returned to her hometown to work, she was assigned to the southern Xinjiang to carry out the big project of migration, compared to those experienced colleagues, she didn't know what to do in the face of this situation.

"There's going to be a war here."

A low voice sounded at the back of the crowd, which made many people who were silently sobbing couldn't help but look back, and then they saw the Lord of Sarufar in armor strolling over, and seeing this tall orc Death Lord made many people subconsciously take a step back, but Barney Kid didn't, he stared at Sarufar, clenched his fists tightly, and seemed to be a little excited.

"Do you hear that? Ladies and gentlemen, I say, here, in your hometown, there is going to be a war... The demons are only an insignificant part of this war, we are here to defeat the supreme emperor and his legion in your mind, it will be a very cruel war, if you want to stay, very good, I am welcome, I will integrate you into my legion and send you to the front line as cannon fodder. ”

"If you don't want to participate in this war, just honestly follow Staff Officer Gilny back to southern Xinjiang, maybe after the war is over, you can come back! Right now... Those who are willing to stay, take a step forward! ”

No one is moving forward, no one is stupid, the commoners are just dependent on their hometown, but if they were to choose the same between their hometown and the war, they would not choose the latter, not to mention, this is still a war between the undead and the nobles, if they stay, they will be incorporated into the army of the undead... Who will stay?

No one!

"Huh? Nobody? ”

Sarufar's icy gaze swept through the crowd, and after a moment, he snorted with some disdain, and then pointed to the tent that had just been set up in front of the camp:

"Then get out there and register! This afternoon, the first fleet of the Federation will be coming to pick you up! ”

Under Sarufar's orders, the silent necromantic infantry held their weapons and kept order while letting the cowering refugees register their information, and seeing that things were on track, Sarufar shook his head and turned to leave.

"Lord Sarufar, thank you for your help."

Staff Officer Amber chased after him with some nervousness, expressing his gratitude to Sarufar, and the orc death lord looked at the young girl in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Be strong, little girl, you represent the majesty of the entire Federation protected by the Dark Blade, and you are not dealing with the talkative farmers of the Western Wilderness, less than a tenth of these refugees can write their names, and they don't understand your official rhetoric... Also, don't think of this as the land of the Federation, kid, this is enemy-occupied territory, and you'd better not stay here for too long. ”

"Yes, Mr. Lord, I see."

Staff Officer Amber's face flushed with shame, and Sarufar ignored the little girl's embarrassment, and he took his escort and walked straight to the exit of the camp, he was very busy at the moment when the final battle against the Empire began.

But just a few steps later, another obstacle appeared in front of Sarufar's eyes, a teenage child with a wooden sword on his back.

"Your name is Sarufar?"

Barney Kid was a little nervous, he tried to cheer himself up, and then said loudly:

"My lord, please let me join your army and kill those demons!"

"Huh?"

Sarufal paused for a moment, he stretched out his hand to stop the knight who wanted to drive the kid away, he looked at him, and in a few seconds, the Death Lord suddenly realized:

"You're the kid who died with my brother... I remember you, you had the courage to cut the neck of a destroyer with your own hands, and when you grow up, you might become a good soldier. ”

"But now, I refuse!"

Barney's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but shout:

"Why? I've already killed a demon, I can kill more, those monsters killed my brother, that's my last relative, I'm going to avenge him! Please, let me join your army! ”

"Your brother's revenge has been avenged, and you have avenged it with your own hands."

Sarufar waved his hand impatiently:

"I'm not going to let a single kid appear in my army, now, go and register, forget about those painful pasts, and go live well in the Wild West... The dead haven't died yet, and it's not yet the turn of the living to go to the battlefield with guns! ”

The Death Lord brutally refused Barney's invitation to fight, and he strode out of the camp, leaving the lost young man there, Barney Kid clenched his training sword in his hand, he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a few seconds, a crisp voice sounded behind him.

"Yo, you're still a little man, speaking of which, aren't you really afraid of demons?"

Barney was startled, and when he turned around, he saw that Anbo staff officer was looking at him curiously, staying with such a big sister at close range, which made Barney's face blush, he subconsciously took a step back, and then lowered his head and said:

"I'm not afraid! I also have my own hands... Well, together with Mr. Sarufar, I slain a demon of destruction, and that demon killed my brother, and I hate them! ”

"Hmm... However, federal law stipulates that young people under the age of 18 are indeed not allowed to join the army, so don't embarrass the Lord of Sarufar, but if you really want to hunt demons, I heard that the farmers of the Western Wilderness have jointly funded a small organization called the "Demon Hunting Guild", and when you grow up, maybe you can join it and become a demon hunting mercenary in southern Xinjiang. ”

Anbo. Staff Officer Gilney touched her chin, she tilted her head, and said to the kid in front of her:

"Of course, you have to pass the preliminary exam of the Stormwind City Comprehensive Academy first, and there are very few people on our side who use swords, so you have to take another special firearms license, anyway, I mean, your brother's revenge has been avenged, and it won't help you stay here, do you want to go to the Western Wilderness with us?" Barney, there, you may have a bright future. ”

"There are also demons in southern Xinjiang? You didn't lie to me, did you? Sister. ”

"Of course! There are not only demons in southern Xinjiang, but there are many things you haven't seen before, so go and register, silly boy. ”