Abyss Knight

The morning mist in Shi’erye Town has not cleared yet, and a rush of horseshoes sounded from outside the town. The sound of horseshoes gradually slowed down, but became clearer.

The residents of the stone house habitually curl their bodies and cover their heads with quilts to isolate the annoying and punctual sound of horseshoes.

“Damn it, why can’t it be late?” A townsman angrily put the quilt over his head, “I really hope that kid will come and stumble and fall to the ground.”

“wu! That’s impossible. It has been three years since he became Knight Hu Cong, and his riding skills are not much worse than those of Knight adults. I want him to fall off his horse and fall to death unless he is on the battlefield.” Woman Habitually refuted his own man.

while speaking, the sound of horseshoes has entered the town, and women habitually count. “One, two, three, four… It’s here.”

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, turning the street and finally stopping, then the woman stopped fantasizing. And the man in her is still working hard, in order to cultivate a girl out. She already has five sons, and the heavy financial pressure has to make men want to use their daughters to ease.

“Dear Lord Knight, everything is ready as required.” In front of a tavern in the middle of the town that had just opened, two guys struggled to carry a large bag and handed it to the guests at the door.

“I’m just a Knight Hu Cong, and I haven’t become a Knight yet.” The guest sat on the saddle and reached out to take the skin bag and hang it on the horse. He took out a large leather bag from the pocket next to the saddle and threw it to the two buddies. “Tomorrow, we will add another catty of meat on the basis of the original food.”

“All follow your instructions, Lord Knight.” A guy quickly caught the skin and looked at the battle. Immediately after the huge and strong body, the guy swallowed hard and flattered: “It’s a matter of time for an adult to become a Knight. Let’s practice now, so that we won’t change our mouth in the future.”

“haha !” Knight Hu Cong laughed loudly. “You brat is the best at flattery, but I like it.” After he said, he turned to the horse and turned to go outside the town.

The thick morning mist engulfed Knight Hu Cong’s silhouette, and the crisp sound of horseshoes gradually rose, but the sound became smaller and smaller. The woman in the stone house reached the peak, and the two guys outside the tavern cursed in low voices.

“Damn it, just two compliments and you really think of yourself as Lord Knight. Mistress, I don’t know how to reward us with a few copper plates for playing money.” That just complimented the fellow Knight Hu Cong After no longer hearing the sound of horseshoes, he cursed in a low voice. I remembered that the few copper plates I got from Knight Hu Cong in another manor a few days ago not only made me a fortune in the casino, but also paid a small amount of copper plates to sleep a widow in the town. Thinking of it, I hate the Knight just now even more.

“Do you want to die? Let other people hear your complaints, it’s hard to tell you. When the time comes, his head was chopped off, where should I go to find a companion?” Another guy is habitual He tugged his companion’s clothes, then shuddered and stamped his feet: “Quickly go in and warm up for a while, and the Hu Congs from the other manor houses will come later.”

The guy whispered. After entering the tavern, and after Knight Hu Cong left the town, his thorny riding boots kicked the horse’s belly fiercely, and rushed towards the Knight Manor.

The strong horse supported Hu Cong’s huge body to tear through the dense fog, and quickly ran off the hat on Hu Cong’s cloak, revealing a bald head.

There are three to five scars on the bald head, the most serious of which spreads from the forehead to the top of the head. If a wandering mercenary or a powerful Knight sees it, he will definitely recognize that the scar is a card. The most famous horned battle axe in the Stu region was chopped out.

Be aware that Kastu’s horned battle axe was a top grade battle axe with high quality and powerful lethality for the entire Latour dynasty. People who use this kind of battle axe are often very powerful characters. And people who can survive from the horns and battle axe are often very good.

Following the green stone pavement that was just built a few years ago, Hu Cong walked through a small forest, waded across three small rivers, and bypassed five low hills. The destination appeared in front of Hu Cong .

The place surrounded by several hills has formed a small flat ground, and in the center of the flat ground is a manor that can accommodate two to three hundred people. This manor has high bluestone walls and a trench that is not very deep and can only stop the mob from attacking.

Slowing the speed of the horse, the bald Hu Cong habitually turned his neck a few times, and a chucking sound was transmitted from the thick neck.

“Open the door! I’m back.” The bald-headed Hu Cong let out a loud roar, then looked down at the simple trench in front of him.

“Knight should follow my advice, dig this trench deeper, and then domesticate some poisonous snakes. In this way, not only can we dispose of some leftovers in the manor, but also intimidate the mob. “I habitually thought of the attention I had come up with a long time ago, imagined those mobs who did not want to cultivate the land, fell into the snake pile and struggled, and couldn’t help laughing in a low voice.

This laugh made the guards who were using the stone tower to lower the suspension bridge in the courtyard feel a little scared. Because Hu Cong’s expression on the bald head is really scary.

The face of the flesh, plus a few unhealed scars, and the eyes that show the ominous light, always make people feel like he is always thinking about picking up a guy and slashing people, and then he Open your mouth wide to lick the blood on the weapon.

The winch turned and made a creaking sound. Two arm-thick twine ropes slowly lowered the suspension bridge.

“Damn it, I knew those slackers hadn’t greased the winch yet. Hehe, when the winch is destroyed, I see what expressions you will have.” Hu Cong’s bald head followed the suspension bridge. Falling and moving, he constantly estimated how far his horse would have to charge to jump up and cut the hemp rope on both sides as quickly as possible.

Dang! As the suspension bridge landed, bald-headed Hu Cong rode his horse forward. The bodyguards on the stone tower in the courtyard didn’t dare to ask for Hu Cong’s waist token according to the rules. Because of Hu Cong’s violent personality and strong body, they suffered a lot.

At the beginning, bald Hu Cong had just arrived at the manor from a rural village. The guards made him embarrassed and prevented him from entering and leaving the manor at will. That night, he was beaten by bald Hu Cong and three or five people passed by. The helping guard also got beaten by the way. Since then, gradually there are no guards to embarrass Hu Cong.

Later, bald Hu Cong persuaded Lord Knight to change the gate of the manor. After the suspension bridge was made, bodyguards did not dare to embarrass this violent Hu Cong, who was also appreciated by Lord Knight. .

Entering the manor, bald-headed Hu Cong took a bottle of ale from his skin and threw it to the guard on duty. “How many times have I told you, don’t feel bad about those animal oils, it doesn’t cost you a copper plate. You have to apply a layer on the winch every three days. This is the fourth day of you. After breakfast, I don’t think you are still there. Apply animal oil on it, then wait for it to be beaten!”

The bald Hu Cong panting with rage roared thickly, and the tranquil manor gradually became lively because of his roar.

Some servants get up to boil water and cook, some chop wood and pick up manure, and some feed livestock. In short, the servants in the manor are used to being awakened by the bald Hu Cong’s loud voice every morning. Because this bald-headed Hu Cong would yell at the door every time he came back from buying food. Either roaring that the guard was untidy, or cursing the guard’s spirit. In short, the words of all kinds of strange things can come out of the bald Hu Cong.

After yelling, Hu Cong, bald headed, followed the path in the manor and ran towards the Imperial court. Although the horse raced continuously for 30-50 miles, it was a bit exhausting, but under the thorns of the owner’s riding boots, it speeded up and ran towards the destination.

The manor is not big, covering an area of ​​only more than 300 acres. The horses galloped and reached the destination: the kitchen in a short while. A gathering place of more than a dozen women mixed with three or five men.

“There was an extra catty of meat in it, and I added it to my food three times.” Hu Cong, a bald head, pulled off the skin and threw it on the shelf outside the kitchen. Then he turned to the horse and turned to the opposite corner. The stables ran away.

The layout of the buildings in the manor is very reasonable, the road leading to the stables is very wide, and there is no pile of debris.

After throwing the horse to the servant for feeding and washing, Hu Cong walked towards the center of the manor. There is a large stone house, in addition to being used by Knight to issue government orders, it is also a place where Hu Cong eat.

The owner of the manor, an old Knight, will be there every morning waiting for his eleven Hu Cong to come and eat together, and give them something by the way. If time permits, Hu Cong will simply teach some battlefield skills. Of course, these techniques were dictated by the old Knight, who has not personally demonstrated them to the young Hu Cong for many years.

Along the way, a servant saw bald Hu Cong passing by and hurriedly stood on both sides of the street and bowed his head in salute. The playful children curiously looked at Hu Cong’s large black cloak, as well as spiked riding boots and leather trousers.

The bald-headed Hu Cong squeezed the cloak tightly on his body. The large cloak covered him, making it look a bit heavy.

But children don’t care about this, they know that a fierce bald head is very kind to a little child. Therefore, whenever they encounter bald Hu Cong, the naive children will follow Hu Cong a section of the road, listen to the clear sound of the riding boots on the stone slab, and seriously discuss with their companions that the dark red colors on the spurs are What kind of paint was applied.