Chapter 235, Bloodline of Glory, No, Bloodline of Glory

Right in front of the Rat War, his intuition was very accurate.

There was indeed a force waiting for him here.

A position was being built in a densely packed manner, and a human army was stationed here.

A little magic light exploded in the sky, exploding a group of gorgeous fireworks, and everyone in this area could see this group of gorgeous fireworks.

But only a wizard standing on the outpost observation tower responded to this. He pulled down a pair of gem-studded glasses and began to shout loudly, shouting to the people at the bottom of the outpost.

Soon, the news was sent to a tent behind this position. Inside, a capable middle-aged man stood in front of a sand table and was thinking about something.

He was neatly dressed in armor. Although he didn't wear a helmet, he didn't leave his hand and placed it beside him.

There were not too many unnecessary patterns on the armor, which looked very simple, and made him look a little out of place compared to those noble knights of all sizes.

He is the commander of this army, the biggest noble in this area, a distinguished baron.

Although the baron is not a big title.

But it is already a title that many knights dream of. Even the lowest-ranking noble is still a noble. Except for the lord who enfeoffed him, even the earl has no right to command him.

And although he is only a baron, he is indeed the uncrowned king of this area.

He has 24 knights, 40 villages, and 12 manors under his command. His will is implemented in every corner of this land. When he launches a conscription, everything in this area begins to gather.

But it is still uneasy.

The center of power in this province is still in that magnificent city. The turmoil has attracted the attention of too many great nobles, and they have no time to take care of his marginal corner.

And this turmoil is not that simple.

He is no longer young.

But this is his territory, this land is his land, and he will not leave.

The nobles were indeed inferior to their ancestors in the long period of peace, in the exciting years when the empire had not yet fallen into a bloated and decadent state.

Heroes and epics echoed on this land all the time. It was an era of pioneering, and also an era of blood and fire.

Wearing simple armor and bringing some ragged guys, they dared to hold torches and march towards the wilderness.

If it went well, they would drink fine wine, scorch the earth with flames, and take root in the wilderness to write their own stories.

If it didn't go well, they would sing generously and die in the mountains and wilderness.

In those wild years, the glory of the knights was their own achievements, and the weight of the family was carried by death. It might take a family ten generations to open up a forest, and each generation died in this inconspicuous forest.

This is what brought about the retreat of barbarism and the glory of civilization.

That period was so exciting, but also so short.

The vast territory gradually became difficult to control, and the mighty development stopped. The empire and mankind prospered and decayed in time. The enterprising knights gradually lost their edge, and no longer used their achievements to create their own glory and write stories. Instead, they took out the merit book called bloodline and began to decorate their own gates with the past history.

Be complacent with the stories that do not belong to you.

The legends and heroes engraved in the blood are noble, but it should be clear that the blood is noble because of the heroes engraved with the legends.

It is not that you are noble because of your own blood.

However, the passing heroic era has left something for the current nobles. Occasionally, some guys will become guys like their ancestors in this corrupt environment.

For example, this baron has a narrow and hideous scar on his face, and one of his eyes is dull and gray because of this scar.

He is an ambitious guy, aggressive, unruly, heroic, these words can be applied to him, to the young him.

When he was young, this area was not stable. A large goblin tribe was entrenched in the forest. In hibernation, they built a kingdom that did not belong to humans. Even the overlord of the forest, the terrifying earth bear, was kept in captivity by these goblins.

At this point, the goblins were of course unwilling to hide in the dark forest. They felt that they could no longer hibernate and drove a large number of monsters to harass the human territory on the edge of the forest.

At that time, the insects in the city were still so slow. A brave viscount was unwilling to retreat and began to gather forces to deal with it, but was killed by the earth bear driven by the goblins.

He seized this opportunity and stood up at the critical moment.

That war was the glory of his life, even though he lost a lot for it. He stroked his left shoulder armor, which was the most exquisite part of his armor, even more dazzling than the family emblem engraved on the breastplate.

A lifelike giant bear head was carved out, and a yellowish-brown gem was inlaid in the position of the eye.

When those cowardly guys abandoned their territories and fled to the rear for refuge, he stood up.

He defeated the expanding Goblin Kingdom and killed the Goblin King and the giant earth bear together. This was his glory.

His most dazzling glory.

Although he had a scar on his face in this war, and although he was beaten into the alien baron after this war, he didn't care.

However, the turmoil caused by this incident was far from over.

In fact, he should not have fallen to this point, but after the war, he chose the most radical and wanton approach and took over all the territories of those escaped nobles.

Even after the war, there was no thought of returning them.

This was of course against the rules, but he had already divided the large tracts of land in the war, and many civilian warriors who fought for him were given territories, and the territories of those who had escaped from the nobles.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and he didn't make any concessions to those cowardly guys who turned back.

The young man said that if you don't accept it, then you can see the truth in your hands.

As a price, a coalition army rushed towards him just after he finished fighting with the Goblin Kingdom.

The last war had just ended, and he led his army to fight the noble coalition army that rushed to the nobles who had lost their territories.

In that battle, a total of three viscounts participated in it and attacked him, while he only had himself and the civilian knight standing behind him.

The gap in strength between the two sides was very large, but in that war, he was still the final winner.

That day, he rode a warhorse, not looking like a noble at all, and came to the losers with disheveled hair and blood all over his body.

He laughed at their dark and terrified expressions.

Since then, those guys have never come again, and he was also excluded from the aristocratic circle.

The price he paid was not only these. He lost one eye in that war, and was pierced through the body by a long sword, leaving an old wound that was difficult to heal. In the following years, every time it was rainy, he would cough and his mouth would be filled with the smelly black blood.

He became a useless person. The funny thing is that he did not fall into such a miserable end in the Goblin Kingdom, but fell into this state in the attack of his own people.

At this moment, it seems that the scene many years ago has appeared again, but this time it is no longer the endless Goblins that emerge from the forest, but the ratmen.

What's the difference.

The human army was busy setting up positions and preparing for war.

The wizard cast a spell to raise a slope on the land, and the archers with uneasy faces were displayed here. From their equipment, it can be seen that they are not well-trained soldiers.

In fact, most of the guys on this position are not well-trained professionals.

The warriors who were summoned not long ago and came here, wearing simple leather armor and holding long wooden spears in their hands, all had red faces, and the action of holding the long wooden spears was like operating the pitchforks waving in the fields, which was particularly nervous.

Most of the archers were like this, holding an exaggeratedly long longbow in their hands, standing somewhat uneasy on the earth slope raised by the spell.

Of course, there were some guys who were still acceptable. A team of crossbowmen with an extra layer of chain mail on their leather armor were carefully maintaining the crossbows in their hands with animal fat in their bags while waiting for the war.

The bowstrings wiped with grease are stretched straight, and you can also see the short swords uniformly issued to these crossbowmen. They are not just ranged units.

Many mercenaries were added to the front line. They were more rough and their equipment was uneven, ranging from full-body armor with emblems worn off to bare chests with only a leather apron around their waists.

But their momentum is far better than those militias who were just recruited not long ago.

They often carry various battle axes.

As time goes by, outposts are raised one by one, and the wizards accompanying the army no longer use spells, but instead climb up the outposts.

In the tent, in front of the sand table, the capable middle-aged man, the supreme commander of this army, picked up the helmet beside him.

Stepping out of the tent, the knights are ready.

Twenty-four people appeared in front of this capable middle-aged man, not one less, although the personnel may have changed.

They were no longer the knights of the past, and he saw a few particularly young guys among them.

As time passed, the pain brought by the war made those old friends go ahead of him.

But now, their descendants and their successors have already stood in front of him.

Putting on a helmet, at this moment, the knights in front of him all knocked on their chest armor.

"Great Bear Hunter!"

Cheered loudly, and the capable middle-aged man in the helmet grinned.

Yes, that's it, isn't he doing these things for these?

This is what he specifically told his old friends after the war.

Don't call him by his name when you meet him, call him Bear Hunter.

Draw out the long sword at his waist and shout loudly.

"Okay! My Bear Hunters! It's time to go to war!

We won't retreat this time!"

Obviously he is already old, but he still shouts like this without hesitation.

There was a burst of laughter on the field, and a group of old guys couldn't stop laughing at this moment, and the capable middle-aged man didn't care about it.

He hasn't stepped on the battlefield for a long time because of his injuries, and these old friends in front of him haven't gathered together again for many years.

He was very glad that he and they could still laugh heartily.

On the contrary, the young knights who took over were a little at a loss.

Just looking at the scene in front of them, looking at the uncles who were usually serious but now could joke with the lord without any scruples and laugh, looking at the lord who didn't care.

Their fathers always showed that inexplicable look when they mentioned the lord.

Before, they didn't quite understand why, but now they seem to understand a little.

The middle-aged man strode forward, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, his face calm, the corners of his mouth raised high did not fall, step by step forward, although the corners of his mouth gradually began to overflow with the dark and smelly blood, but he didn't care at all.

Came in front of a group of knights.

Wiped the ordinary sword in his hand back to his waist, and the knights behind him, who were no longer young, also stood straight at this moment and puffed out their chests.

They all slapped their armors on their chests again, raised their heads high, and tried to show their most powerful scenes to the middle-aged man in front of them who did not turn his head.

The young knights did not react, but they quickly found their positions and stood straight.

The war is about to begin.

In the distance, in the darkness, a group of huge ratmen appeared.

The ratmen have arrived.

The knights all mounted their horses.

They are the absolute protagonists of this empire. They are the main force of this war, whether they are the militia that have been summoned, or the more elite manor guards, or the mercenaries who have arrived following the money, or the mages who have emerged in these years.

They are not the real center of this war.

A large number of knights and attendants gathered behind these twenty-four knights, preparing for the battle.

The horn was blown.

The ratmen began to run wildly, in the shouting of the manic figure, in the waving of the black flag.

The militia archers began to pull the longbows that were almost as tall as them. Although the longbows were simple, they were quite powerful.

The arrows were thrown towards the ratmen with a whistling sound, but they seemed a little crooked.

These militia archers had not been trained for a long time, so their accuracy was not good.

But there were other beings to make up for them. The mage on the outpost began his own actions. During the chanting, the blue breeze gathered and entangled the arrows thrown out.

Although due to the limitations of the world, the magic power of the Dark Eyes could not surpass the boundary in the dark, but over a long period of time, they themselves also changed.

Their magic began to develop in the direction of refinement and functionality.