Chapter 376, Lustria Expeditionary Force

The Old World is celebrating Winter Veil, celebrating the passing of another year.

The human beings temporarily forgot the threats of green skins, chaos, and undead, and devoted their attention to the festival wholeheartedly.

This is true not only for the humans of the old world, but also for the humans of the new world.

New World, Lustria Isthmus, Pioneer Coast, Predator Harbor.

The expeditionary force from Tyrell has opened up a huge port town here. The port is mainly used as a fishing port. There are many people in the town, and many troops are patrolling the five or six-meter-high city wall.

Just as far as the naked eye can see, the lush tropical rainforest covers the entire line of sight. Although it’s the Winter Veil Festival, the average temperature here is still about 18 degrees, and it can reach more than 30 degrees in summer. The high temperature and rain made the Tyrell Expeditionary Army very uncomfortable. They have been here for ten months. They have established a fairly strong colonial stronghold and ensured that they can be self-sufficient through hunting, fishing and farming. Many young people The soldiers can't wait to enter the forest to find the legendary treasures left by the ancient saints.

The Tyrell expeditionary force consisted of dozens of galleons, a total of five legions, and about 12,000 people. It took several months to travel across the ocean and fight with dark elf pirates, ancient tomb king pirates, vampire pirates and nature (referring to After many battles, there were less than 8,000 men left when they landed on the pioneer coast, about 6,000 soldiers and more than 1,000 accompanying personnel, including more than 800 women.

As soon as they landed on the pioneer coast of Lustria, these greedy and cunning mercenaries and conscripts mutinied. The armies attacked each other, robbed supplies, and brutally killed compatriots. Curiosity for the new world quickly spread. Replaced by the fear of being far away from the civilized world, after several attempts to explore the forest without returning, the remaining soldiers began to be full of fear of the forest, and the expeditionary force fell into division and panic all day long.

The expeditionary force soon found themselves surrounded by enemies on all sides. To the northeast of their landing site was a tribe of barbarians who believed in Chaos called the Skogi. The cruel Norscan tribe somehow settled here. The expeditionary army is eyeing up, and wants to use these expeditionary forces to give a rich sacrificial ceremony to the dark gods.

To the northwest is an unfathomable tropical rainforest, where all explorers will never return.

To the southeast, the Greenskin tribe is moving around.

On the coastline, vampire pirates frequently attacked and plundered this group of expeditionary forces.

The morale of the expeditionary force became very low after two consecutive battles, and faced with a shortage of supplies, it gradually fell to the brink of collapse.

At this moment, a tall and handsome man with the appearance of a standard handsome man in myths and legends appeared in front of the soldiers of the expeditionary army. His long silver hair was smooth and beautiful without forks. When the expeditionary army was about to collapse, , this beautiful man called on everyone to unite and follow his command.

His name is Forgan.

The speech made by the man named Fulgan was ridiculed by many people. Some veterans laughed and said that if you look like this, you should sell your ass in a high-end club in Tyrell instead of staying here for an expedition. You shouldn't be here at all, go back to your mother's bed and nurse.

After hearing this, the handsome man named Fulgan was neither angry nor concerned. He just used his flawless performance to shut up the expeditionary army. While camping, Fulgrim held the banner aloft and slew the Chaos Champion with a single blow, promising that none of the barbarians would retreat.

On the battlefield, this handsome man's demeanor-like performance convinced all the soldiers in the expeditionary force who wanted to achieve something. No matter how difficult the battle situation was, no matter how fierce the barbarian attacks were, Fulgan always held the flag high and stood at the forefront of the army. In the front, this man's silver hair fluttered wantonly on the bloody battlefield, and the long sword in his hand drank the blood of several barbarian predators with every blow, and his elegant figure was spotless even in the center of the bloodiest battlefield.

His eyes contained his extreme self-confidence and pride. No barbarian could block his sword. In Fulgan's bloody battle and his eyes urging him, because of fear and internal strife, the soldiers of the expeditionary army who were constantly being defeated were all Feeling a kind of shame that goes deep into the soul, it seems that abandoning this person and fleeing will be a stain that cannot be washed away for a lifetime.

The forgotten sense of honor and mission was finally ignited in the hearts of the soldiers of the expeditionary army. The soldiers released the roar in their hearts, turned around and strode back to the battlefield, even though the battle line often collapsed due to the fact that the quality of human soldiers was far inferior to that of the barbarians. However, under the command of Fulgrim, they regrouped again and again under the banner of the army, and finally completely defeated the attacking barbarians.

Not a single barbarian escaped, and the chaotic bastards paid the price in blood. When all the soldiers of the expeditionary army shouted victory on a messy battlefield, they felt that they had been reborn, a new feeling of life starting from now on. Haunted in the hearts of all soldiers, the soul seemed to be purified.

On the second day after the end of the war, the soldiers launched a rebellion and killed three mercenary regiment leaders who were unwilling to obey Fulgrim's command and several of their cronies. Thousands of people died outside Fulgrim's tent. Shout Fulgrim's name together and ask him to be their leader.

Fulgan readily agreed, and he reorganized the remaining 5,000 people into a legion, named "Ash Legion", and became the head of the legion himself. The only head of the mercenary group who was willing to submit was Fernand Pirazzo , this legendary strong man is sophisticated and fierce, with rich combat experience, Fulgan appointed him as the deputy army commander.

Since then, the Legion of Ashes has taken root on the Pioneer Coast, and the flag of the Kingdom of Tyrell was torn into pieces by the soldiers and thrown on the ground, replaced by a pattern of a eagle claw bathed in flames. This is the new legion flag of the Legion of Ashes.

The new head of the legion, Fulgan, was not in a hurry to march into the forest at the first time. Fulgan quietly said that based on the current strength of the expeditionary force, ten times the number would be to send rations to those mysterious ancient races in the forest. All members of the expeditionary army are required to gather to receive new training, reclaim farmland, raise livestock, build fishing boats for fishing, and first build the camp of the expeditionary army into a town until they can guarantee self-sufficiency and produce some simple weapons by themselves.

It took several months, and the soldiers of the Legion of Ashes received a completely different training from before. Everyone became proficient in using swords and shields, spears and crossbows, and learned to form a tight formation, unwilling to obey All the soldiers and scoundrels were screened out, severely punished, educated, and exiled. The remaining 5,000 troops began to have strong combat effectiveness. When the green skin tribes in the south came to harass them, the legion even only paid the price of a dozen people being injured. Just defeated this group of wild orc kid looters.

At night, the scorching weather finally cools down, and a salty sea breeze blows across the coast of Lustria. The experienced mercenary leader Pirazzo has finished his day of patrolling, and the bright moonlight falls on the ground of the Pioneer Coast. Well, Pirazzo is over forty years old this year, and his legendary high-level strength guarantees his appearance is young enough. The scar on his face shows that this mercenary leader has experienced a lot of wars.

Pirazzo is the only one among the five mercenary regiment leaders who is not a mercenary nobleman of the Tyrell Kingdom. After seeing Fulgan's indescribable strength and charisma, Pirazzo did not refuse to surrender like the other three mercenary regiment leaders (one of them died in battle on an ocean voyage), and he immediately asked for help without much hesitation. Allegiance to Fulgrim.

Pirazzo never thought that he would kneel down in front of an unknown handsome man so seriously, willingly become his subordinate and fight for him.

Whenever he thinks of this, Pirazzo always laughs at himself, then shakes his head constantly, trying to get rid of all the stupid things he has done before.

Sense of honor, sense of responsibility, sense of mission and even conscience, these things have long been thrown away by the vicious mercenary chief, far away. It was Fulgan who let him know that although these things were thrown away by Pirazzo, they are still It remains in the world, and it can be retrieved.

Inspired by Fulgrim, the mercenary leader picked up these things and put them back in his chest. He proudly became Fulgrim's deputy, helping him manage the territory and train the army. He became his most loyal For Pirazzo, the appearance of Forgan made him understand the meaning of his life, which is to fight for Forgan.

The mercenary chief's leather boots stepped on the beach. The crocodile leather boots he carefully crafted in the past were Pirazo's pride. After more than a year at sea, they had become tattered, but he still liked to wear these boots.

The Legion of Ashes has just arrived here for a few months, and supplies are always tight.

"Sand~sand~" The sand on the beach is very soft. Pirazzo returned to the town along a path. The wooden door was half open. There were many soldiers with hand crossbows on the city wall. The patrol came back and the soldiers let them in.

Most of the low wooden houses in the town were newly built after felling trees, and the chimneys of many wooden houses were emitting smoke. Pirazzo smiled when he saw this: "Soldiers, you have worked hard today, go back and sleep well. Take a nap."

"Yes, deputy commander." The soldiers stood up and saluted.

The layout of the town was personally planned by the head of the legion. He led the expeditionary force... It can no longer be called an expeditionary force. Ever since Fulgrim appeared and led the soldiers to unite, the soldiers had long forgotten the kingdom of Tyrell.

Everyone firmly believes that only by following the command of the head of the legion can they have an extremely bright future.

The two-story wooden house in the center of the town is the largest house in the whole town. This house has been carefully designed to be airy and full of elegant and artistic sense. Forgan lives here.

The faint sound of lutes came from the house, which made the cool winter night feel more comfortable. The sound of the lute was beautiful and mellow, revealing the infinite reminiscence of the past glory, and a new strength.

Pirazzo knocked on the door: "Legion Commander? I'm Pirazzo, I have something to discuss with you."

"Fernando? Come in."

"Gulu." The door was pushed open.

A man so handsome that he hardly looks like a human being is sitting in the middle of the room. The pile of firewood on the ground is still burning. On the pile of fire is a large iron pot with milky white fish soup boiled in it. Forgan, the head of the Ash Legion Sitting right behind the iron pot, he held a lute, plucked the strings, and sang, and the golden double-headed eagle pattern appeared on the wall behind the hall, as if spreading golden wings behind Forgan himself .

So sacred, so majestic, even every time he sees it, Pirazzo has the urge to worship the person in front of him. Pirazzo, who has been rolling in the dead for 20 years, has this feeling, the mercenary leader thought to himself No wonder the soldiers adored their leader so much.

Seeing Pirazzo coming in, Fulgan continued to play the instrument gracefully. It took him more than ten seconds to draw a successful conclusion to this beautiful nocturne, and then he put the lute by his side: "My Deputy Army Commander, have you had dinner yet?"

"not yet."

"Then let's eat together." Fulgrim smiled slightly, which flattered the mercenary leader. The legion commander always had a half-smile expression on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking: "Okay."

They took pottery bowls from the table next to them, and each of them filled a bowl. The fish soup made of plump dragon fish and abalone is very nutritious. Fugen, who is very tall, filled a bowl with a large spoon, and then used Eating with a small spoon, even in such a wild place, far from civilization, he still maintains aristocratic elegance and impeccability.

Pirazzo looked at the golden double-headed eagle pattern on the wall behind him, and then at Fulgan, thinking that the person in front of him must be some great nobleman of the empire, and he must be a nobleman above a duke. He must not be reconciled Being at the mercy of his family, he came out on an expedition incognito, wanting to start a career on his own.

It must be.

"What does my deputy army chief want from me?" After taking a few bites, Fulgan put down the bowl and spoon, and his long silver hair fell smoothly from his ears.

"Legion Commander, I think we can enter the forest to explore." Pirazzo whispered: "The training of the soldiers has been effective, and the time has come."

"My deputy army chief thinks the time has come?" Forgan was still smiling.

"Yes..." For some reason, Pirazzo felt very unconfident, especially in front of Fulgan. In order to cover up his lack of confidence, Pirazzo emphasized: "I think the combat effectiveness of the army is already good."

"Have you ever had contact with those primitive races in the forest?" Fulgan asked back.

"No, the first person who came into contact with these primitive races was a famous navigator named Leonardo. When he came to explore Lustria, he saw this race that we became Lizardmen. The army of the dark elves was at war, and that was the first time it was confirmed that there were indeed ancient races in the forest." Pirazzo explained: "There are a lot of gold and treasures in the forest, Leonardo took advantage of the lizardmen and the dark elves to fight When he sneaked into one of their ruins and stole a wooden box of wealth, after returning to Tyrell, the explorer showed off his gains to everyone, which made the kingdom make up its mind to form an expeditionary force, but several After the first expeditionary force went, there was no news, and only a few lucky ones came back with a fortune, so one or two hundred years have passed, and we are already the fifth batch of expeditionary force."

"Well...so that's the case, then why do you think that our combat power is enough to fight against these ancient races?" Fulgan just asked without answering: "Our main task is to develop colonies here."

"But we need an excuse to unite and unite our troops. We need a goal. The soldiers think the forest is full of gold. They need gold and we need it. We need a lot of money to go home and call for more More people came to the New World, we need backup, and an army of 5,000 people can't do much in this crisis-ridden place." Pirazzo persuaded: "Colonization is important, and wealth is more important."

"That's it." Forgan kept smiling all the time: "In this case, let the soldiers prepare to go after the Winter Veil Festival."

"Yes!" Pirazzo knew that Fulgrim had agreed to the plan, and the mercenary leader let out a sigh of relief. He asked what he had been wondering all along: "Legion Commander, are you... a descendant of the great nobles of the empire?"

"Why do you say that?"