Mystery Makes Me Strong

"What are you doing?" Lancelot stopped a soldier who was laboriously carrying stones.

"We are repairing the city's defenses and facing the next wave of magic." The soldier didn't stop working, but just turned his head and said, "Dear Lord Knight."

"Who ordered you to do this? That stupid Master Bowler?" Lancelot wondered.

The one who is most active in fighting the tide is the local lord where the tide occurs.

If they can't fight back, they will lose their real estate and become pitiful creatures. They will go to the capital of the kingdom to find their relatives to beg for mercy, to obtain a position as a nobleman in the palace, and to live in the jokes of others every day.

Many nobles who lost their fiefs, their wives and daughters have entered the backyards of big nobles, middle nobles, and even small nobles.

The poor ghosts step on too much, it is no longer fun to step on, only those who step on the same class have a higher sense of superiority.

"He once ordered this, but we didn't do it after listening to him." The soldier put the stones in his hand at a gap, and carefully found the soil gap to fill.

Of course there is no cementitious clay, this is just a temporary number, barely able to withstand those small monsters.

"Then who are you listening to?"

"Let's do our own thing," said the old soldier, who was the first to become a poker player. "Hey, knight, do you want to play Gwent?"

"Okay, I'm the most famous expert in our county." Lancelot said subconsciously.

Immediately, a willpower made him stop the urge to draw cards.

What was that just now?

Why would you say it yourself?

Although he is indeed a master of poker, but now it is a battlefield!

The magic tide will come at any time, how can you play cards?

But, I really want to play cards...

"vampire!"

"Silver Dagger!"

In the tangle, the knight and the old soldier played cards.

Immediately he understood everything.

Because a voice sounded in my mind.

"Body dataization begins, character data scanning..."

He clearly felt a strange change in his body, as if it had been hollowed out and then injected with something new.

He took a knife and slashed his arm. Originally, he would feel pain, but now there is only a slight touch and a slight pain.

The lack of pain is a benefit and a drawback for the warrior.

It is very likely that you have been fatally wounded and do not know how to escape.

However, at this time, he clearly saw that the wound quickly closed on its own.

Another big one.

Still fast.

It's just that he felt a little weak.

Looking at it again, there is a hint in my mind that "Slight injury BUFF: 1% decrease in physique for 10 minutes."

"Who gave this power?" he asked the old soldier in surprise.

"It was given by God."

"It turns out that the sleeping gods finally opened their eyes and sent messengers." Lancelot easily accepted this statement.

He didn't think it was the power given by the demons: firstly, he was extremely eager for the gods to perform miracles, and secondly, the demons killed them happily, so why did he make it difficult for himself?

The other party came here not to play.

They will die if they are killed.

This can be seen from the occasional surrender of some demons. If they will not die, why should they surrender?

"Great, I want our soldiers to have this kind of power! Please take me to see the envoy," he said.

a day later.

A total of 7,000 people on the battlefield were transformed into card players.

Those who are seriously injured and those who can still breathe are included.

Suffering from a serious injury buff, the one who lost a leg also began to recover gradually.

Originally, there were a total of 20,000 people including logisticians.

This was made up by lords from all over the kingdom.

The scale of the magic tide will continue to increase, until a certain target castle is broken, it will return to a dark door; or if enough numbers are killed, it will also return to the dark door.

That is to say, if the value of the target castle is too small, there will be no reinforcements, or very few.

Master Bowler's castle is located in a major traffic road, and he pays a lot of taxes every year to send so many reinforcements.

Fortunately, if the magic tide is like the ordinary rebels, fighting everywhere and destroying everything, let alone the Kingdom of Rotes, even other big countries cannot support it.

"Warriors, no, poker players, today is the day we counterattack! The Dark Portal is taking shape again, but this time, we'll let them know what the power of poker players is!"

"We have to light the lights and fight until dawn!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The soldiers rejoiced, and morale visibly rose to full value.

If they were asked to work, they would flee in the middle of the night, but if they were asked to play cards, everyone would have the confidence to stay all night, after all, the oldest were only in their thirties.

It's not that the kingdom does not levy old people, but most of the old people died halfway.

Lancelot abandoned the warhorse, the heavy armor, and put on the light chain mail.

Although the armor is good, it is also a free gift in the face of power-type demons, and it can only be avoided by fighting qi.

Anyway, now I'm not afraid of getting hurt.

They walked 20 miles all the way. In the past, at least 1 in 10 people thought about walking.

However, there is no supervising team today, and no one wants to leave.

Everyone understands one thing, accumulate more chips and become stronger.

Otherwise, if you run away today, you will be caught tomorrow. At that time, if you have no bargaining power, you will be dead!

The stronger you are now, the better you will be in the future.

If you can't get it right, you can count on the fief.

Soon, they saw a large field of low-level demons.

A dazzling tauren, and a fiery harpy.

The tauren is smashing the low-level monsters into meat sauce with a giant hammer and throwing them into a **** pothole.

The harpies were hovering in the air, and whoever escaped was the first to be thrown under the giant hammer.

With such a simple method, thousands of low-level monsters could only shiver.

The soldiers did not laugh at them.

Because they were in front of the king's draft document, and in front of the whip, the same way, a few whips made hundreds of villagers helpless, UU read www.uukanshu. com obey orders honestly.

If you don't obey orders, you can only run away.

If you flee to other lords' territories, you will only be caught and sentenced to slavery.

The end is worse than the battle. The former is a one-shot thing, and the latter is a tragedy for a family.

"Let's free them!" the old soldier suddenly shouted.

Of course he won't pity these monsters, he just doesn't want to recall his past.

Soldiers A went up.

"Hey, a group of guys who don't know the formation, let us have no reputation." The lieutenant next to Lancelot sighed.

Lancelot did not reprimand the deputy who came from a small nobleman, and the other party was right.

These soldiers had no formation at all. What they learned was to stand on the city wall and throw stones and cut people with knives.

It takes at least six months of intensive training to learn formation and rotation.

Those who can master these advanced combat skills will not have more than 3,000 subordinates of a large lord, such as a duke, and no more than 10,000 men of a king.

Most of the soldiers are invested in one wave. After they are invested, don't worry about it anymore. Don't expect to find them before victory or defeat, issue an order again, and let them withdraw and rotate.

When they heard the order to retreat, the only thing they could do was to flee in a swarm.

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