The third watch of the outbreak of the battle! The brothers are smashing the votes!

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"Have a drink, kid, you look terrible. ”

The home-brewed bitter beer was poured to a third of the wooden glass, and the gentle consolation was tinged with a hint of commanding majesty. Knight Pierre and his acolyte watched as the trembling hand grasped the handle of the cup, and the twisted yellow alcoholic drink that almost shook out of the cup was brought to the lips of the invited guests.

Locke couldn't help but feel a little sad when he looked at his former playmate, who was so energetic and seemingly exhausted that Louis Niel was like a frightened rabbit, shaking like a newborn fawn, to put it mildly, to put it mildly.

He was completely frightened.

The question is, how can this be?

What has happened to the expedition party in the past few days, how have the terrible casualties and corpses that come out of the worst nightmare been caused? What kind of horrific experience can turn a little cub who has been messing around like a big monkey before setting off into a quail waiting to be sold?

Locke wanted to know, Pierre wanted to know, people who didn't take part in the purge wanted to know.

"That place is hell...... Yes, it's the devil's paradise......"

The teenager, who was almost choked on bitter beer, licked his cracked lips and groaned low and negatively recounted days of experience that he wanted to forget.

There wasn't much information to chew on on the first day. A qiē is like a leisurely wild outing. A few knights with an over-the-top literary cell recited aloud new poems, the commander and several senior knights exchanged some secret topics between men with ambiguous smiles, and the infected soldiers walked along the road at a relaxed pace.

"Fool!

Knight Pierre, who had experienced many bloody battles and accumulated a lot of experience in surviving on the battlefield, shook his head and blurted out a comment that was like a rebuke.

He had witnessed the same thing with his own eyes: the careless and swaggering aristocratic commanders, the inexperienced new soldiers, the loose marching ranks that looked like play, and the atmosphere of comfort and romance wafted around.

Charlemagne's rookies are nervous and excited about their first time on the battlefield, and the orc ambush unit hidden in the jungle feels the lucky favor of the mother goddess when they enter the ambush circle by themselves for a flock of fat sheep. It is said that the commander of the orcs laughed so much that he suffocated to death......

The long hours and bloody lessons still failed to transform the granite heads of the nobles, and the old men were still keen on that deadly way of marching, refusing to change anything. After all, this involves the face of the nobles, and it seems that it is permissible to wander around in the rear of the security.

"Maybe the orc's big head will cure those nut brains. ”

The angry muttering left the boys, who had not yet become knights, speechless, and they looked silently at the knight Pierre holding his forehead.

Inhaling the air deeply, the lumps in his abdomen eased slightly with the long breath, and thinking about getting rid of the domination of the emotion, the junior knight nodded, signaling that the children could continue.

"The next day, after packing up and about two minutes after the trip, the team stopped, saying that the queue in front had discovered the situation. ”

It seemed to be a reappearance of the scene before their eyes, and the knights put their hands on the hilts of their swords, and some of them pulled down their masks. Confused and nervous, the soldier holding the weapon in his hand. The nervous and excited heart is about to jump out, but he doesn't know what to do. The nobles who always raised their chin proudly and looked down on others—all eyes were focused on the vanguard trotting back.

The soldier, Sancho, reported to the viscount that several wooden signs had been found at the fork in the road, as well as a scarecrow. ”

Niel shuddered, and Knight Pierre glanced at him, but did not interject. The veteran knows very well how the recruit's body reacts when he recalls the terrifying first scene. ...,

Knight Pelly walked to the front of the line with a couple of soldiers, and then the knight became angry. ”

The knight, who had always maintained a calm heart and graceful posture, was naturally upset when he saw the most insulting and satirical words written in Charlemagne's script on the wooden plaque. The wooden sign that mimicked the black letters on the chest of a scarecrow dangling from his neck [We have prepared a free grave for every home that breaks into our home!] succeeded in causing the knight to explode.

The knight drew his sword and strode forward, and before he could find a head that could be cut off, he could only smash the annoying knick-knack to vent his anger a little.

The right reaction - from the perspective of the elves.

"The knight was two steps away from the nasty stuff when there was an explosion under his feet. ”

"Explosion?"

Pierre and Locke stood in bewilderment, and a palpitated Neale nodded vigorously and repeated the words used to describe the scene.

"There was a loud thunderclap, fist-sized fireballs rising from the ground, and the wind mixed with sand, limestone, and human flesh hit me in the face, and there was no doubt that it was an explosion. ”

"I know what an explosion is, boy. I'll never forget the way some flame magic hit people and the scorching stench for the rest of my life, the question is- how did it happen?"

Trigger-type magic traps do exist, but the magicians who accompany them can sense some of the abnormalities of the mana, and the qualifications required for such techniques are at least triangular, and the elves who can't use magic should obviously not be the initiators.

"The explosion happened suddenly, and the magician, sergeant, and viscount had not felt the abnormal flow of Mana Cun at all before, and after the explosion, no remnants of Mana were found after using the technique. ”

Niel's lost tone of voice as he stepped over the confusion thickened the smoke that enveloped the puzzle, swallowing the momentarily unresolved question, and the mournful and low tone continued to tell the story of what had happened.

"Knight Pelly's right leg was blown off. ”

The moment the soles of his feet stepped on the carefully concealed shallow pit, the weight of the knight and the weight of various metal attachments pushed the piston of the empty tube to do work, and the white phosphorus placed at the bottom of the empty pipe was ignited by compressed air, and the nitrocellulose that filled the space in the stone under the white phosphorus exploded.

The improvised explosive device, which works so simply that a junior high school student who has studied chemistry can describe and understand it, blasts his right leg under the heavy protection of plate armor and cotton cloth into a rotten root with a roar, and the knight who has fallen in the dust rolls and wails with his right leg, which is short and bleeding. The sharp pain that erodes the ability to think makes it impossible to emanate sounds from the vocal cords except for exhaust fumes and screams that constantly lower the body temperature. The shrill screams produced by the torn human body are like a bowstring on the nerves of rookies, tugging back and forth at the limits of the tolerance of newcomers who have not yet fully tasted the smell of blood. Listen to the climax and the gradually lowering highs add a graveyard-like atmosphere to the cool breeze of late autumn.

"The nearest person immediately rushed to the rescue of the knight, trying to pull him back from there. The Summerway knight rushed to the front, the knight's feet suddenly sank into the ground, and the bushes suddenly exploded - a semicircular circular explosion. Smoke and dust obscured the view. A few of his companions, who wanted to go up to the rescue again, called the Viscount to stop them, and moans and wails came from the mist, tearing their throats and sending them to the bottom of hell to be tormented and ravaged...... Scream ......"

As if encountering severe cold weather, the upper and lower teeth hit at a high frequency, the lips were pale and frightening, the scattered eyes reflected the blood color at that time, and the out-of-control hands did not know how to place, but slowly groped towards the throat bulge that had only appeared for a few months.

"Calm down, kid. ”

Pierre clutched the hands of the young man who had lost the restraint of thinking, and his resolute, confident, rude and gentle brown eyes looked directly at the young man under the domination of fear, soothing the young child who had returned from the first battle. ...,

"Exhale all the air out of your body and inhale hard again. Inhale, exhale. Very well, child, you are safe, this is the safest refuge in the world in the house of Argent Toraton, your dear Uncle Pierre, and the enraged dragon does not want to break into. ”

"They're all smashed!"

The regained sanity and irrepressible emotion turned into a mournful cry, and Neel's almost desperate wail shook the room.

"The unarmored soldier fell to the ground and rolled around in the dust. Blood kept pouring from head to toe, and red marks stained the spot wherever they rolled. Ike - the squire of the Somerway Knight, red-haired, freckled-faced, high-cheeked, and scaresome of ghostly stories, with his face facing me. Oh, my God...... The large and small ...... on his face It's all holes. The left eye hangs outside the socket...... The eye sockets also became bloody holes. The mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water, constantly spitting blood blisters. I heard...... I could hear him say to me, "It hurts so badly, I can't see on the left, help me, for the sake of Mother Goddess, get out of this hellish place." ”

Choked up with tears.

Under the onslaught of intense emotion, Nieel's discourse is difficult to maintain normalcy in terms of logic and coherence.

Although the squires have not yet become true knights, the young men who always self-discipline themselves according to the rules of chivalry should be as brave and fearless as their mentors and predecessors, and there is no room for any cowardice in front of the bloody battlefield - no matter where they are, they should act like a man, like a warrior.

You don't have to go to the battlefield yourself, you don't have family and friends, and the brainless trolls who died in the war will be so yelling. No bleeding, no pain, most of the time the guy who vents with just an irresponsible mouth.

Even if they knew that the other party was just a first-time acquaintance, they would die worthless in a way that was beyond imagination - a child who followed the instinct of human beings to be afraid, but it was not the unforgivable act of desertion, and it did not affect them to spit.

There are no such barbaric, impersonal accusations. Pierre, who has survived many desperate battles with orcs, and who is still alive after the death of many of his former comrades, knows how the pressure of a newcomer can be caused by the defeat and extreme bloodshed of the first battle.

They are knights who observe the spirit of chivalry, take pride in protecting the sacred land and the common devotees who believe in the Mother Goddess.

They are still living people who shed blood and tears, pain and joy while taking on responsibilities and obligations.

Faced with weapons manufactured to maximize the victim's suffering before death, and the appearance of the victim still suffering and abuse at the end of his life. Neel's slight gaffe at the moment should be understood.

If you weep for a comrade who died with great pain and regret, and if you see your playmates from childhood being beaten to death like rags and losing control, even this should be accused of being too strict and impersonal.

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Small theatre time

Brunhill: This is today's third watch, what doesn't Your Excellency Li Lin say?

Li Lin: Well, what do you say...... By the way, it's approaching the New Year, so let's do that together!

Brunhill: Well, when it comes to the New Year, that's indispensable, so let's do it!

Li Lin (pose): No gifts for the holidays this year!!

Elves (Group POSE): No gifts, no gifts!

Li Lin (for POSE): Gifts are only given to earth planes!

The Elves (Group POSE2): Earth-Fly-Machine!

The human knights and soldiers with the lunch box: Wow - for Mao, we will die and be whipped by you guys!

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