Early in the morning, a thick layer of fog rose outside the town of Jell.

Unlike the dense fog that seems to be mixed with snowflakes outside the snowy jungle town of Jungle, the fog in the town of Jar, although it can also be called a dense fog, is not to the point of hindering travel.

The young men of the Knights of Fecharon, the guards of the Baron of Tyre, stood solemnly around the carriage.

In the early morning, the deputy head of the regiment, Huque, had informed them of the fact that the nephew of the Baron de Fendi was about to travel with them, and as a Tyre leader, he had a natural aversion to the Deffendian leader.

Dean already knows something about this.

The causes of a qiē are all Kimpton's sake.

Because every time the Delfendi led to trade with the Tyr Territory, they took advantage of it - those inferior iron ores were exchanged for countless good skins.

Therefore, although the two sides did not reach the point of feud, the Tyr leaders would never mind looking for an opportunity to teach the Delfendi leaders a lesson.

It's like Baron Tyre, who would never give up any opportunity to embarrass that Baron de Fendi.

As for raising the price of high-speed iron ore again in the transaction?

No kidding, if it were any higher, the Tyrellians wouldn't mind buying and transporting iron ore from Vauban City.

To put it simply, at the very beginning, Baron de Fendi controlled the price to a limit, and it was precisely because of this that the people of Tyre, Baron Tyre, were resentful.

After all, the other party obviously came with the intention of taking advantage of the fire.

Wheels, wheels......

Amid the sound of the wheels of the carriage rolling, a group of looming people began to appear in front of Dean and the others through the thick fog.

The carriage, which was nearly twice as large as the Baroness de Beatier, was drawn by four warhorses, and approached in close hand with a cavalry of at least forty men.

Obviously, not only the size of the carriage, but also the number of people, was twice that of Dean's side.

Step, step, step......

A cavalry contingent of forty people. Neatly dressed, all chain mail, two-handed swords, spears, and even the sides of the belly of the war horse were draped with a layer of iron locks to protect the vulnerable place.

And the knights on the horses are even more upright and extraordinary.

At least, just from the looks. More reliable than the young people of the Knights of Fecharon.

Of course, it's just the appearance.

Sitting on horseback, Dean could clearly see the 'little gestures' made by the mercenary-turned-knights—the kind of gestures that were not unique to mercenaries, but were often used among thieves.

But. Compared to the hidden code words of the thieves, the gestures of these mercenaries are much simpler.

Especially for Dean, it's obvious at all.

Ridicule, ridicule.

Basically, that's what these mercenary gestures mean.

Of course, if you are more specific, it is more proud.

Obviously, these Defendi cavalry. There is a lot of contempt for Dean and his party - because of the poor equipment and ...... of Dean and his party Youthful looks.

Whether it is in the rank of knights or wizards, age seems to have become a key point to measure strength.

It cannot be said that the older you are, the stronger you are, but the maturity of the young will always represent the maturity of the strength and the wealth of experience.

Especially at the age of 30 or 40, it has reached a golden age.

In fact. Most of the gold-level powerhouses on the Godez appeared at this age.

As for the younger Gold-level powerhouses?

That's genius, and of course you can't generalize.

Like the convoy of Baron de Fendi's nephew in front of him, most of the forty-odd knights were at this stage of age—in fact, the mercenaries would have the intention of retiring once they had passed this stage; The powerful go to some remote territories. Those who seek a position in the local aristocracy, and those with ordinary strength but a skill will rely on the wealth they have accumulated to become some craftsmen, or. Simply pull a group of people and go to some major roads to open a hotel with taverns, restaurants, and accommodation.

As for those who have ordinary strength, but have no skills?

They will find some places to live the life of hunters and farmers.

Maybe it's a little unwilling, but at least they're alive, aren't they?

Of course, the cavalry in front of me is far from that time.

At the age of thirty or forty, they are at their most brilliant, and their fierce aura and strength seem to show that even when it is time for them to retire, they don't have to worry about it at all.

"Seven, eight, nine...... Ten guys who are close to the knight level, and more than twenty followers who are above the average soldier level, plus a real knight...... What an extraordinary! ”

Dean glanced at the approaching group and muttered softly.

Discerning strength is not a very difficult thing for Dean, who has the experience of the previous life.

In fact, thieves have similar training.

However, it is limited to some appearances, and once disguised, it takes the master thieves to distinguish them.

However, the team in front of him obviously did not have any intention of camouflage.

Even, looking at their arrogant appearance, they wished that they would mark their own strength level.

After all, in this area on the edge of the Emerald Kingdom, such strength is indeed something to be proud of.

If it's not clear enough, then a simple comparison of Baron Tyre's family background is clear enough.

According to the previous calculations, under the command of Baron Tyre, the head of the Knights of Fecharon, Botz, and the chief of the guard, Ellen, were knight-level deposits.

Below, it should be Huck, this man who is infinitely close to the knight.

If you are below, it should be those scum who follow the waves, with a combat effectiveness higher than that of ordinary soldiers.

Perhaps, there should be some good players among the guards of the Baron of Tyre, but there is still a big gap between the strength of the Defendi and the strength of the Defendi Leader.

After all, the other party sent a knight-level in just one trip that was not too far, ten guys close to the knight level, plus more than twenty followers who were above the level of ordinary soldiers, it was almost such a team. It destroyed the entire Knights of Fecharon.

Whether it's under the Botz or under Dean.

Of course, two different regiment commanders naturally have different ways of dealing with it - if it is the guy who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard, he will definitely back down.

However, the current head of the Knights of Fecharon is Dean.

The young people who were raised by Dean to fight. Never going to be a turtle with a shrunken head.

"Humph!"

Such a cold snort appeared in the captain of Dean's subordinate, Siren.

The young man with knightly qualifications immediately recovered from the shock and fierce aura of the opponent's full armament in front of him, and he gently kicked his friend.

Suddenly, another thin captain also came back to his senses.

"Cheer up, everyone!"

When Siren saw his friend who had come back to his senses, he immediately shouted in a low voice, and Ike on the side also followed closely and said, "Think about our former opponents." Even they couldn't cope without casualties - and we did, and we were stronger than them! ”

"Powerful!"

"Powerful!"

……

A low roar rang out from the mouths of the twelve young men, who thought of their previous bloody battles, each of which brushed shoulders with death.

Under the shock of the opponent's equipment and the deterrence of the fierce aura, the blood and breath that were originally somewhat coagulated returned to normal at this moment.

No, it's not just a return to normal.

Whew, whew, whew......

With the sound of heavy breathing, the young members of the Knights of the Phacharon Knights held their weapons. Swing out of the way, blocking in front of the other party.

Although including the two captains, there are only fourteen people.

However, at this time, a team of only fourteen people appeared like a thousand troops; Or rather...... Even in the face of thousands of troops, the momentum of daring to charge.

Iron-blooded and fearless!

After going through Dean's layers of tempering, the young people in front of him finally began to have their own edge.

on this. Dean, who had just replaced the [Character Title], nodded slightly--Dean now has two titles, namely [Trainee Knight] and [Captain of the Knights of Fecharon]

The former can just add a little innocuous affinity and deterrence.

The latter, on the other hand, can increase the combat effectiveness and morale of the knights to which it belongs, especially the joint skill [Military Organization], which makes this title particularly important.

After all, one up and one down, is to increase or decrease morale by 2o%.

One-fifth of Cheng dù. It's enough to turn an ordinary battle group into an elite.

And before, Dean deliberately replaced the title of [Captain of the Knights of Fecharon], just to let his subordinates. Go through a grind.

After all, the enemy they will face in the future is not these stragglers, but the real elite.

After having an impressive 'first', it is natural to have indescribable benefits for their subsequent growth.

At least, you won't be killed by the other party because of sluggishness.

Dean is satisfied with the appearance of his subordinates, and since his subordinates all have such expressions, how can he, as their regimental leader, show weakness?

Syllable!

Gently knocked the horse's belly, and the war horse, which had already had an excellent cooperation with Dean, immediately took two steps forward-

【Dragon Swordsmanship: Move Conversion ......】

[Choice: Mighty!] 】

With Dean's choice, a breath of indescribable and inexplicable, but palpitational breath began to appear on Dean's body.

Even the young man standing behind Dean, Huck, the baron's guards, and the young lady of the baron's family could feel it clearly.

And the person Dean is up against?

Naturally, people turned over on their backs!

It's not an adjective, it's a real person.

Herod!

As if they had been stared at by some fierce beast, the war horses raised their front hooves one after another, and retreated again and again, and those knights on horseback, except for the real knight level, and some guys who were close to the real knight level and had good equestrian skills, were all thrown down by their own war horses.

And a few wolf bèi are hung in the saddle and let their horses drag back and forth.

The scene was chaotic.

The young people on Dean's side were stunned for a moment, and then laughed unceremoniously.

Even the young lady of the baron's family, who was unable to laugh heartily because of etiquette, covered her mouth and turned away.

However, even in the midst of laughter, they still did not forget to glance at Dean.

After all, they knew exactly where the palpitating aura that had made the horses timidity came from.

"How did this guy (the regiment leader) do it?"

The young ladies of the Baron's family, the young people of the Knights of Fecharon, speculated.

And Dean, who was sitting on his war horse, also had a gleam in his eyes.

In fact, the Dragon Sword Technique. The effect of the momentum was greatly beyond his expectations; Originally, Dean's plan was to suppress those knights a little.

It's just that Dean didn't expect it to have an effect on the war horse.

Even, far beyond humans.

ps second update, timed ~

In the afternoon, I went to the hospital to see my face...... Alas, it's really uncomfortable...... When I came back from the hospital, I was decadent to see the situation and tried my best to code the third chapter......

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