The wind neighed and the horses roared, and countless sensational figures hid in the somewhat sparse dense forest, like wandering spirits wandering in the middle of the night with nowhere to return, and the rustling of leaves hung up, muffling the sound of horses' hooves pacing on the dirt.

Crowded, countless cavalry hid in the forest a few miles away from the city of the Twin Rivers, but at the moment, under the shadow of the shadows, they did not make a sound, no one whispered, and no horses neighed.

Only the deathly silence, along with the death of the birds and insects, made the forest look eerie.

Don't underestimate these iron horsemen from the Middle Ages, although the Middle Ages seem to be a backward era, their combat effectiveness is not weak at all, no matter what era it is, the existence of specialization is an existence with super high skills.

These knights fought on horses all their lives, until they became famous and rich, and they were more lethal than the soldiers of later generations, because the knight's life was all they had.

Nearly 10,000 horsemen did not make a sound, and they hid quietly in this vast forest, waiting for the ancient enemy from the north.

The knights gathered here, waiting for their own orders, and the nobles were here, waiting for news from the scouts ahead, which would determine whether their actions were good or bad.

In the same way, those ordinary knights at the bottom have their own lives and ideas.

Atria, an ordinary knight from a small town near the Bazaar, came from a poor background and did not have any illustrious wealth, but was passed down from generation to generation. Quite a good family fortune and a set of knight's armor. It allows him to squeeze into the upper knightly class of Ice and Fire.

He had never participated in a major war. At this point, he was a little nervous.

Calming the equally restless warhorse, Atria reached for his polished knight's sword, clenched it, and slowly let go of it, then clenched it again, and let go of it, as if it would bring him a hint of reassurance.

After thinking about it, he pulled out the slightly warm dried meat from his armor. Then he began to chew slowly, remembering the experiences and traditions of his fathers, and Atria chewed slowly, so that he could replenish as much energy as possible from his food.

His movements made several other knights nearby look sideways, but looking at his young face, no one said anything.

Atria's knight's armor was incomplete, half shoulder armor and half cuirasse, and then only one leg armor remained, and he did not have a knight's helmet, so he did not cover the somewhat excessive face of the young man.

Experienced knights nearby could tell at a glance what was going on. Apparently Atria had just come of age, and had heard the nobles call for the brave to resist the Strangers. As soon as it sounded like a story from an epic and a legend, I couldn't wait to pick up my father's weapon and come to the battlefield.

Presumably, there are no elders in his family anymore, and if he is not allowed to stop him from sending him to death like this.

The blood of young people is always the best dye and catalyst for rendering the colors of the battlefield.

But I have to say that the rewards for recruiting them this time are also very rich, enough to make the knights' hearts move, and let ordinary low-level civilian families live for a few years with a large sum of gold.

can make those nobles who pick the door come up with such a large amount of money, and the enemies they face this time can be imagined.

What's more, the large number of knights in front of them, who were neatly moved and equipped, as if they were one person, were the private soldiers of several famous nobles in the south, and even they were dispatched, and the nobles also made a bloody investment, intending to solve it with a decisive battle at one time.

This is the usual way of fighting for the nobles, such as Stannis, who likes to use all his sorties, because the cost of one cavalry dispatch is really not small, and the problem that can be solved at one time must not be delayed into two.

Most of these knights are trying to make the last money, or use themselves to fight for their juniors, their age is no longer clear, even if they don't die on the battlefield, they will soon not be able to sit on horseback.

But there are also young people like Atria, and there is no shortage of young people's blood anywhere.

"Hurry up, come quickly." After eating a small piece of dried meat, Atria seemed to feel more refreshed, and he broke away from his lethargic state, and then whispered in his mouth.

His voice was very quiet, barely much louder than a mosquito, but several knights nearby him could still hear it, even through his thick helmet.

In the fight and chaos of cold weapons, the five senses and intuition are crucial, using eyes to capture, experience to dodge, and sometimes even intuition and hearing to avoid deadly dangers.

The important thing in chaos is not how to kill the enemy, but how to protect yourself, because if you are not careful, you will be injured by a weapon that does not know where to reach, and in chaos war, injury also means death.

"You'd love to see them?" Suddenly, a knight interjected in a low voice, with an ugly helmet on his head, his face unclear, but his eyes glowed in the darkness, as if he was not young.

Atria was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was telling himself, but he didn't think much about it, and then responded, "Of course, why not." ”

"Because as long as we play, we will have money." The old knight snorted coldly, "Regardless of whether there is an enemy or not, as long as we go to Baigang City to explore the circle, even if the mission is completed, I want to complete the journey of more than a month safely." ”

"But, but a strange ghost's head has a bag of gold coins to exchange." Atria is young and vigorous, and he is clearly trying to fight for it.

But by this time another knight had already interjected to interrupt him, "Do you know how many strange ghosts there are, and how many huge ghouls there are around them?" ”

"Ghouls...... Strange ...... What is that? "Atria was a little confused.

The knights who had been listening with their ears pricked up let out a low chuckle, as if to mock Atria's ignorance, or his bravery, which dared to confront them without even knowing the ghosts.

In fact, the knights of the south really don't know much about the deeds and history of the ghosts, but the knights of the north know more. But at this moment, the whole northern border is like locusts transiting. Barren. And do not expect any city to have any one alive.

The reflexive and shrewd ancestors had already fled to Essos by boat, and there were few knights left in the north, and most of the humans in the south did not know what they were about to face, some moving corpses and skeletons, except for scholars from the aristocratic class who recorded these things. They don't understand the relationship between ghouls and strangers at all.

There may be some knights near the Sancha River valley near White Harbor who know about it, such as these old knights.

As if shocked by Atria's stupidity, the old knight shook his head, his helmet creaking with a tooth-inducing creak. "Amazing...... Gold. He laughed hoarsely, his unpleasant voice chirping like an ugly night owl, "A word of advice to you, young man, if I were you, I would never want to run into a strange ghost." ”

"It's about how far you can run after you hit it."

"Why?" Atria was not convinced.

"Because of him, Knight Digger Heron, he fought in the Battle of the Three Forks, the Battle of the Green Forest, and even survived the encounter with an evil wizard while on patrol. became the sole survivor. ”

Someone next to him coldly explained, "It's a pity that he seemed to have experienced something terrible at that time." My memory becomes very bad, and when I see a white horse and something with wings, I go crazy. ”

"Evil ...... Evil wizards? Atria stammered.

The knight who answered the call found that Diggle didn't seem to have any intention of answering, so he continued, "Don't care about evil wizards or not, you should already know before recruiting, there are a lot of them, so try to protect yourself and don't die in vain." ”

Although this unknown knight spoke coldly, even viciously, his words were very good, every knight is a valuable fighting force, sometimes you help him, and he may happen to save your life in battle.

"But we ...... There are so many people. The voice was lowered, Atria was not an idiot, he could hear whether others were good or bad, the knightly class was more educated, and it could even be said that they were completely different worlds from the commoners.

When the children of the commoners grew up to be defenseless in their teens, the class of nobles and knights had begun to play with intrigue and scheming about others, and it was really hard to imagine that they were all human beings all the same, living on the same land and dirt.

So Atria had already heard that these knights had no ill intentions, but the vigor of the young man made him unwilling to give in easily.

These knights who had come over obviously knew his heart very well, and after snorting coldly, they didn't bother to pay attention to him, and didn't even bother to explain.

But at this time, Diggle, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head again and interjected diagonally, "But, there are more of them." ”

"I'm ......" Atria was interrupted by Diggle before he could speak.

"I don't think we're a man." "But when the battle really comes, you will find that the fear of war is that you have no companions, you only have yourself, only you...... Alone. ”

Although Diggle was laughing, there seemed to be a kind of hideousness and madness in this smile, so that Atria couldn't help but shiver and shudder, looking at the old knight's eyes that seemed to become hideous, Atria couldn't help but feel a chill, he didn't want to talk more in his heart, and even seemed to look at other people around him like devils, under the sparse shadows of the trees, the swaying figures seemed to be dancing like demons, making people crazy.

"Good will triumph over evil." Atria finally gave up his rebuttal and whispered, "Our experiences will be recorded in the history songs, and our battles will be celebrated as legends, may the Seven Gods bless us." ”

"Quack, God? Ahaha. Diggle suddenly laughed in a sad low voice, he lowered his voice, as if he remembered something, but he didn't remember, "There are indeed some things that exist in the dark, but they are definitely not our gods, the seven gods can't bless you, they have given up on us, they ......"

"Shhh Suddenly, a knight next to him, who had been keeping an eye on the periphery, gestured, and then became serious.

All the knights, including Diggle, had serious expressions, and these old guys, who had fought countless wars, had an unusually sharp instinct, and their instincts of war between life and death told them that something was going to happen, even if it still seemed calm.

But this is only the peace before the storm......

Restless, restless, very restless.

Sir Herens paced the horse's hooves uneasily, and while calming the horse, he seemed to subconsciously comfort himself for not being calm.

Because his mood is indeed very bad, the scout force has not reported for a long time, there are three scout teams that have not returned, they may never come back, they disappeared into this world, this darkness and forest in front of them, like a giant beast devouring flesh and bones, devouring the scout team at all.

Something must have happened to them, that's for sure, but the question is, what did they encounter, was it a beast, or an accident, or ...... That's the goal of their trip.

When a large army travels, there must be scouts to move with the army, which is a matter of course.

Herens did a good job at this, as the temporary commander of this resistance to the Wraith Alliance, Herens mobilized all the experienced knights in the cavalry and formed dozens of scout teams, each of which was not very numerous, because they were not fighting against some brained enemy, but corpses that won by numbers, but there were many scout squads, so as to ensure that there were Hellens' eyes in front and back.

The news kept coming back, but at this moment, the news stopped, and there were no scouts to pass it back.

One might have been an accident, but three in quick succession was enough to make Herrens restless, and he glanced back, ready to call Daniel, who had survived the group of outcasts in White Harbor, and was a rare and well-organized man with a little education, but Hellens then thought that it would not be a good idea to call him over, so he gave up the plan.

He admits that Daniel has a set of management, but when it comes to war, forget it, Herens does not dare to take risks.

"The Scouts are back!"

However, this anxiety did not last long, and the good news had already arrived, and the goddess luck favored Herens, so that he couldn't help but mutter, "Seven gods bless." ”

The scout team came to the horses of these nobles and knights unhindered, and did not pay much respect, but sat on the horseback, and the scout captain said directly, "My lord, the strangers are here, and we found them, not far from the north. ”

Herrens was shocked, they did come, but then calmed down, which was not unexpected, after all, the purpose of their trip was to deal with the strange ghosts, right, sooner or later.

So Hellens immediately frowned, and calmly dissatisfied, "Not far? It's not far away, I need an accurate number, is that what you scouts do? ”

"About ten kilometers." The scout captain bowed his head and said in a hurry.

"Ten kilometers." Herrens was stunned for a moment, then rolled his gaze, "You can still prepare." He spoke to the other knights around him, or asked.

However, at this time, the scout captain suddenly interrupted him, which was very unbelievable, interrupting and interjecting the conversation of the nobles was to find death, but obviously, the urgency of this matter could be heard in the scout captain's hurried tone, "My lord, I'm afraid we can't prepare, we don't have time, they are very fast." ”

"Soon." Herrens frowned, "How fast." ”

"Yes......," the scout captain replied immediately, but suddenly stopped, and he paused, feeling the faint tremors on the ground with Herens, "...... So fast. He slowly spat out the remaining words and said. (To be continued.) )