In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Camp outside Hebron.

The peasants and soldiers who had finished the day's drill dispersed and returned to their respective barracks.

A young peasant soldier took off his boots and aired the calloused soles of his feet: We are leaving tomorrow, and I don't know how many of our team will be able to come back.

Are you scared?

I'm afraid, I can't say. I just feel like we only practiced formations and practiced jabs every day. It only took so little time in total, and it's a bit sloppy when we go to the battlefield.

Oh, we veterans of the Black Eagle Flag Team, who had trained for less time than you, didn't we also follow the adults to capture Alandre and Ella Port?

If you're afraid, just say so. Our Black Eagle Flag Team doesn't accept cowards.

That's right, you still have a chance to quit now. If you dare to stay on the battlefield and say these depressing words again when you actually go to the battlefield, be careful that Lord Stark, who is supervising the team, will kill you alive.

The man stopped talking angrily.

Someone ridiculed: Reynold is such a softie that he doesn't dare to quit the Blackhawks flag team. His wife only married him because she saw him joining our flag team and getting extra money every month.

Okay, just say a few words.

A mature and steady peasant soldier said.

This man's prestige in the camp was obviously very high. When he spoke, no one dared to interrupt.

He just coughed slightly and said: Brothers, let me ask you something. If the earl doesn't value us, why do you need to equip us with a full set of armor? We can eat bread with every meal. And broth?”

At first, I was scared when I first went to the battlefield. I was afraid that the adults were using us as cannon fodder, but how could anyone treat cannon fodder like this in this world? The pagans recruited peasants and soldiers, but they were sent to the battlefield with just a spear and a shield. ”

Don't think that formation and stabbing are not enough. When we first went to the battlefield, we followed the Knight Commander Jeanne. Under the city of Alandre, after a battle, there was no one who didn't have the heads of three or five heretics at his disposal. ?”

Renault said sarcastically: I'm sorry, brothers, I said the wrong thing. I will definitely pray to Heavenly Father tonight and repent of the sins I have committed.

The old peasant soldier nodded and said: Reno, you are used to speaking freely, but before you say something, you have to ask your conscience first, and ask whether you should say it after receiving the great benefit of the earl. Such words?

Renault was slightly startled, with a look of regret on his face: I know.

At this time.

A long bell rang in the camp.

The old peasant soldier immediately stood up and ordered: Come a few people and follow me out to carry the food.

It's time for dinner.

Everyone looked happy and swallowed secretly.

The food of the Black Eagle Flag Team was much better than what they had before joining the army. There was broth for almost every meal and there was enough bread. Over the past few months, everyone had become much stronger.

This scene happened frequently in the military camp.

Although some recruits are a little nervous about setting foot on the battlefield.

But overall, the military morale is still available, and many people even want to gain enough merit through this battle to be promoted to knights.

Even if you can't become a knight, you can still be a hussar or a mounted cavalry.

No matter how bad it is, it would be fine if we could allocate a few more fields.

Merit can be accumulated, or it can be converted into rewards of land or money, but almost no one is willing to discount it. Everyone hopes to accumulate merit so as to achieve a class jump.

This is the general consensus of this era. Those who ride horses are more valuable than those who walk on two legs.

in the dark.

Lothar, who returned from the military camp, snapped his fingers, and a cluster of flames lit the candle.

The darkness was suddenly dispelled, and the swaying candle shadow was like a beautiful female ghost dancing in the house.

Of course, it's just like.

Because the beautiful female ghost in the house was not in the mood to dance.

Prajna frowned slightly: Why are you so sweaty?

Lothar smiled and said: I had a brief discussion with a few knights on the training ground today. Although the amount of exercise was not large, you also know the weather.

This afternoon, Lothar was on the training ground. Through foot combat, he chopped down more than ten elites of the Teutonic Knights one after another. This shocked everyone and made him show off to others.

It also made the Teutonic Knights, who admired brave men, very convinced of his new Grand Master.

Prajna warned: Go to class quickly and rest early after class. I will prepare some changes of clothes for you.

Lothar felt warm in her heart.

There are people waiting for her every time she goes home, and there are people waiting for her every night when she goes to bed. This kind of silent warmth that moisturizes things makes Lothar a little addicted.

In comparison, Fringilla is heartless and now follows Chelinina everywhere to join in the fun.

Take out the double-headed eagle emblem and connect the communication on the other side.

Tonight's teaching officially begins.

Anna's somewhat lazy voice came from the coat of arms: Your application of the fireball technique is already considered a master's degree. Next, I want to teach you the continuous fireball technique.

Wait a minute, Anna, I have a question. If I use fireball now, will it also be restrained by the magic-blocking gold?

certainly.

Anna explained: The magic-blocking metal has a restraining effect on the operation of all magic. For us wizards, not being hit by it is the best choice we can make.

Lothar frowned.

Then it stretched again.

Even if his magic power is restrained, his solid stone talent, earth dragon talent, and dragon scale armor will not be hindered by the restraint of magic gold.

None of these things have anything to do with magic.

Dragon scales grown on a giant dragon will be restrained by magic-blocking gold. This is because the scales grown on the dragon's body are full of magic power.

Okay, now I'm going to teach you the spell model of continuous fireball. This is actually the same as the most basic fireball spell, because the two are of the same origin.

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Cyprus island.

Nicosia city, Troodos hill fortress.

Isaac Komnenos, who proclaimed himself emperor, stood in front of the window sill with his muscular upper body naked. Behind him, on the bed, lay two unconscious Greek girls.

Their eyelashes were still stained with tears, and their bodies were covered in bruises, as if wild beasts had ravaged them, leaving behind vicious tooth marks.

Isaac's face was ferocious, with veins popping out: That stinky bitch Lagaia is going to send people to attack me, and those hateful Frank barbarians, all of this is your fault!

Behind him, a black shadow stretched out like a spider, surrounding him.

How can you blame me? I encouraged you to become emperor? At most, I gave you some trivial help.

A gloomy male voice came from the black shadow, with echoes: Hey, Isaac, you must have had enough fun, right?

Isaac frowned: What do you want?

Eat it for me.

He looked back at the two Greek girls on the bed and snorted: Yes, but I want you to help me defeat Lagaia and the Crusader fleet.

You want too much.

The black shadow muttered: I'm not a devil who likes to bury nails in contracts. I always pursue equal exchange, so you can rest assured, right?

Isaac frowned, thought for a moment, and said, I need you to tame the black dragon on the island for me. I must rely on this dragon to defeat all invading enemies!

Black Shadow said dissatisfied: It's still too much.

This is the deposit. Tomorrow, I will select ten more women for you!

make a deal!

Black Shadow said happily.

The darkness stretched rapidly.

On the bed, a ferocious bloody mouth was formed.

Click.

Accompanied by a chewing sound.

The heads of the two girls on the bed disappeared first. There were clear tooth marks on the section, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

It's so tender, pure, and deliciously full of pain.

The black shadow sighed, and quickly devoured the two girls on the bed without leaving any residue: Remember to pay the balance as soon as possible, I can't wait.

Isaac sneered: I can't wait to try to control the dragon.

In his heart, ambition wrapped around his heart like a vine.

As long as Lagaia's fleet and those Franks who have milk are their mothers are defeated, a steady stream of people from the Komnenos family will join him.

Within the empire, there are many people who can't stand the widow of the Ducasse family!