Below, Elden Juggernaut

Tang En was taken aback, and blurted out: "Have you tried?"

"No." The witch picked up the pencil again without raising her head. "The book says that doing this will hurt, and the pain will affect my thinking. It's too stupid to take risks out of curiosity."

What kind of mad scientist is this...

Tang En was speechless, stood up sullenly, put on a set of armor of a Sacred Tree Army soldier, and put a long knife on his waist.

"I have to go on patrol tonight, and I'll be back around noon. By the way, please go to bed early and free up the bed for me."

When he came back a few times before, when he opened the door curtain, he saw Serlian wearing a corset lying on the camp bed and writing big characters. It was hard to touch, and he couldn't sleep.

"Got it, got it, Rory, let me be quiet for a while." Selian waved his hand irritably, and then fell silent.

Tang En looked at her very worriedly, finally sighed, opened the curtain and walked out of the tent.

Ivan, the rotten knight, was leading two holy tree knights, and a dozen or so ordinary cavalry were waiting there. The attendants brought the horses, and Tang En took the reins. As soon as he put on the horses, he noticed the meaningful eyes on the side.

"What are you looking at me for?" Tang En was not polite.

Men, they have killed people together, drank wine together, practiced sword together, that's enough to be called friends.

"Ahem, I just think it's not easy for you, Nuo, I promised you a gift last time." Ivan teased and threw a rotten thorn sword, "His Royal Highness Maliania has approved that you can borrow this sword , but don’t lose it, it will be deducted from my subsidy.”

This was Tang En's remuneration as a sparring partner, but after careful calculation, he still made a lot of money and learned a bit of the fierce swordsmanship of the rotten knight.

The hilt of this sword is scarlet red, the blade is long and thin, and it looks like it is going on a light and agile route. Tang En couldn't help but nodded.

"A good sword, even if it is a mass-produced accessory, is also made by a famous craftsman."

"Just kidding, we are Her Majesty Marenia's blade." The knight turned his horse's head in satisfaction, and while leading the people out of the camp, he joked: "But you are really boring, staying with a beautiful woman every day, You still have the mind to come out and patrol."

Hey hey hey.

Immediately there was a burst of envious and wretched laughter around. Some people were saying that the perfumer they knew had a secret medicine, and some people reminded Tang En to pay attention to the influence in the military camp.

What the hell is this him!

Tang En, who was fitting the rapier on his right waist, turned dark immediately, and argued, "Don't talk nonsense, that's my teacher!"

"Teacher?" Ivan was taken aback, drove his horse closer, and lowered his voice: "Wouldn't that be more exciting?"

Grass, I'm really not a rebellious disciple.

Tang En had a feeling that he couldn't explain it all over his body. Thinking about it, it was true. If Selian was not so weird, something would have happened long ago if he was squeezed into a small tent every day.

The teacher is indeed good-looking, intellectually focused, and fair-skinned...

What am I thinking!

Tang En bit his tongue and used the pain to wake himself up. He had no intention of talking nonsense with this group of men. You must know that after staying in the military camp for a long time, the goats will become more beautiful, and they will simply cause trouble.

"Hehe, you and Lord Finlay..."

"Don't talk nonsense! That's my officer!" The knight hurried over to cover Tang En's mouth, but the latter kicked the horse's belly and jumped to the front in an instant.

"Returning the original words, that is also very exciting!"

The rotten knight froze in place, feeling the meaningful gazes around him, suddenly his eyes turned red, and he let out a strange cry and galloped his horse forward.

"Stop! Let's practice now!"

......

The vast full moon quietly rose, and under the soft moonlight, a team of more than a dozen people quickly moved towards the southeast, and soon stepped onto the originally tightly guarded bridge.

On the right is the city of Stonewell, which looks like a giant beast. Except for a few torches flickering, everything is quiet. Facing the cavalry rushing past, they don't even bother to give warning.

You must know that this place is completely within the range of the bow and crossbow, which shows that Greck's army has lost their fighting spirit.

'Stonywell couldn't keep it up. Tang En put down the shield he raised, and saw discarded weapons and equipment all over the south side of the bridge.

Yesterday morning, the bridge was abandoned by Greck's army. Some of the defenders entered the city and some fled. However, Marenia was no longer satisfied with simply passing by. In other words, a wise commander would not leave a time bomb on his supply line.

"Let's go early, and it's over. If you have to speak rudely, we will waste our time." Ivan cursed, causing a group of soldiers to laugh.

The enemy no longer has the courage to go out of the city, and they dare not even deal with a night patrol team. The Holy Tree Army can cut off the supply line at any time and trap the enemy to death.

"Thinking of how fierce the Storm King's resistance was back then, even after losing the fortress, he continued to resist. If King Gefrey hadn't fought him, the war at Ningmgfu would have lasted."

"Is the Storm King very powerful?" Tang En asked abruptly. He has now officially stepped into Ningmgfu.

"That is a hero. How many years have passed, the epic of his duel with King Geoffrey is still circulating in the borderland." Ivan glanced at the majestic Tower Bridge above his head, cleared his throat, and said in a rhythmic voice :

"In the vast land, two kings fought desperately to the death, a storm suddenly rose, and a king's last words were sent—"

"He said: I would rather die in battle than live in mediocrity, let the storm be my funeral, let the war eagle guard my spirit, golden tree, your light will never reach my heart!"

Tang En held his breath, as if seeing a king facing the golden army occupying banners everywhere, seeing the almost invincible King Ge Fulei, still showing his sword bravely and unyieldingly.

Even if life is deprived and the dynasty is destroyed, the outstanding feats are still passed down to the afterlife.

"Compared with the Storm King, Greco is far behind. No wonder His Royal Highness Maliania didn't take him seriously." Tang En followed the crowd to the high slope, slowed down his horseshoes, and asked again: "But you said that reading aloud Is 'Anti-Poetry' really okay?"

"You underestimate Lord Mikaela too much. He once said that what happened should not be erased, even if it was the enemy of the golden tree." The rotten knight snorted proudly, raised his right hand to let The cavalry stopped.

This is already a commanding height of Storm Hill, and the task of the night watch team tonight is to investigate and make sure there is no problem with the route.

Early tomorrow morning, Finlay will lead the former army to establish a second camp here, locking Stonewell City from the north and south sides like iron pincers.

Tang En pulled his hood, endured the howling storm and looked around. He saw some wooden houses on the hills, which should be a small village, but they have already been deserted.

Looking to the northwest, that is the majestic Stonewell City. The stone paved road turned a sharp bend and happened to pass under the hill, and looking south, there was a checkpoint there, and the supply team from Ningmgfu was also there. To pass below.

It's just that the battle situation has collapsed, and the Sacred Tree Army is under their noses, and Stonewell City and the checkpoints have not sent anyone to expel them.

"It's very suitable here. Put a few golems to block the south gate of the fortress, and send some platinum sons to act as archers. Don't even think about sending a blade of grass to the city." There is no need for Tang En to jump out and point out Jiangshan, and quickly get off the horse.

"Brothers, clean up the surroundings, and Master Finlay will come and join us after dawn."

Everyone suddenly took orders, drew swords and spears, and searched from house to house. Yiwen took out a pen and paper to survey and map, but his brows frowned when he glanced away from the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, Tang En was sitting on the horseback, watching the play with his hood pulled.

"Roland, obey the order!"

His voice was very serious. Don't look at the knight and Tang En chasing and fighting with each other very familiarly, but when it came to the task, he didn't show any sympathy at all.

Either you don't come, or you are obedient.

Tang En ignored him, but slowly raised his hand: "Look, it seems that someone is going out of town."

What a fart, if you really want to deal with us, the flames will already be in the sky, okay?

The knight rolled his eyes, and was about to tear Tang En off his horse when his ears moved slightly.

Ka Ka Ka ......

The gears of the opening of the city gate turned quietly, but it couldn't escape his hearing.

Someone really sneaked out of town?

Ivan climbed up to the side resolutely, endured the strong wind, and took out the binoculars to take a look.

A gap was opened in the south gate of Stonewell City, and about a dozen horsemen sneaked out. The first one was tall and tightly wrapped in a luxurious gold thread cloak.

"Deserter?" Tang En also jumped onto the roof.

"It is indeed a deserter." The knight shook his hand holding the binoculars. The moment the group left the city, the storm rolled up their cloaks, revealing a few gray hairs and a golden crown.

"Here comes the big fish, let everyone gather, by the way—"

Tang En, who had already run to the edge of the house, stopped, turned his head in some doubts, and met the expressionless knight and spit out a few words.

"Tell them that Gregor is fleeing!"

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Chapter 59 Honor is higher than life and death

Greg? ? ?

Tang En couldn't believe it at first, and then he felt that it was reasonable that Stonewell City would not be able to defend it. Of course Greg had to moisten it, but he had to do it quietly. Otherwise, if the defenders found out that their coach had escaped, they wouldn't be on the spot. That's a fart.

But why didn't it happen early and didn't work at night, so I met it?

Tang En had a feeling of bad luck, but thinking about it again, it was this night watch team crossing the bridge that prompted the other party to escape, otherwise it would be too late when Finlay arrived.

"What are you waiting for?" The knight stared at the enemy who sneaked out of the city, and asked without looking back, but the faint killing intent revealed his impatience.

"That's the Fragment Lord, are you sure you want to fight?" Tang En's tone was very calm. No matter how disdainful Gregor was, he was also a demigod with the orthodox blood of the Golden Family and possessed a large rune, not to mention being surrounded by knights.

"Are you scared?"

"No, I just don't want to die without a plan."

Considering Tang En's strange identity, Ivan was silent for a moment, and then explained very quickly: "When the battle starts, the signal flare will be set off. We only need to drag it to His Highness, and besides——"

"A knight should not turn his back on an enemy monarch!"

Fighting eagerly, Tang En took a deep look at the other party, and without further words, he jumped off the roof in silence.

After a while, sixteen cavalry were stationed under the hut, and the wind-blown cloaks on the hills were fluttering. Unlike Tang En, they were Marlenia's subordinates and had no right to choose, even if they were nervous enough to hold Daoqiang's fingers turned white, but he didn't say a word.

That's Greg, a real 'monarch', but there are many things in the world that cannot be explained by pure reason. For a real warrior, honor has nothing to do with life and death, and honor is higher than life and death.

The rotten knight put on his helmet, glanced at everyone, and then settled on Tang En's face.

"You are not a member of the Sacred Tree Army. Even if you leave, no one can use military law to deal with you."

"Take one step back, one step at a time." Tang En grinned, showing a maniacal smile, "If you are greedy for life and afraid of death, and protect yourself wisely, I won't be able to live until now."

The core of Wei Mingliu is to use unscrupulous means, but the mentality is to kill every enemy. Wisdom and courage are indispensable, and courage is also very fast when vented.

One time of timidity, one time of escape, then when facing a strong enemy in the future, the first thought that comes out will be 'flee', and then give the enemy his back.

"It makes sense. From a warrior to a coward is just a thought away." The rotten knight patted Tang En on the shoulder, and looked at the standing subordinates without making a long speech.

"It's all ready."

boom.

There was a sound of hammering the breastplate, and all the guests fought side by side with them. No matter how nervous they were, they had to act like old dogs, and they couldn't lose the face of the Holy Tree Army.

"Then get on the horse."

Crash.

With the sound of armor clashing, eighteen warriors, including Dunn and Ivan, got on their horses. The enemy had already turned the corner and was coming head-on. There was no time to make a battle plan, but out of politeness, Ivan still asked the side sentence:

"Do you have any idea?"

Tang En held the rein in one hand and Xingshuang in the other. Hearing this, he stepped on the saddle and saw a dozen enemies advancing in the dark through the cracks in the dilapidated house.

At the front is a huge man, followed by several Garrick knights and homeless knights, and their own team has a slightly larger number of people, but their combat power is far behind.

Including himself, there are only four knights. Although the remaining Holy Tree Cavalry is not weak, neither of them may be able to beat a regular knight, let alone Grek, the weakest demigod.

Even with Tang En's experience and brains, there was no chance of winning. Fortunately, they only needed to hold off.

Tang En forgot the tactics, gripped the long knife tightly, and showed his madness:

"When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins."

"Okay, then use an army of all victories to fight against these hasty people." Ivan raised the spear with wing-like protrusions, and held it in a circle above his head.

"Conical formation, charge with me!"

......

Greg has been in a bad mood recently, and finally slipped back to the territory from Rodel. Since he escaped in women's clothing, he became a joke on the spot on the spot. In the midst of shame and indignation, he made a decision that violated his ancestors:

He wants to connect limbs, and then use this forbidden power to aspire to the throne, so that those demigods who look down on him will prostrate themselves and submit to the real king of gold!

Ever since he decided to graft limbs, Grek has entered into a state of madness. Relying on his obsession, he messed up his handsome body.

He no longer cares about the eyes of the world, any taboos, any serious crimes, they are all bullshit, only strength can make those arrogant bastards submit.

"Malenia, sooner or later I will put you and Mikaela in an iron cage, and show me a forbidden comedy." Gregor growled, thinking of Marenia's disdainful eyes, he was furious, and attracted The knights all quietly avoided.

The dream is full, but the reality is very skinny. This dream of fantasy came to an end a few days ago. In just 5 minutes, most of the strength he was proud of was cut off by the Valkyrie, but Grek could no longer turn back. .

"These bodies are too weak, wait until I find a stronger body, and the king will return!"

Although he fled in a hurry, he was also full of pride. Greg was in a good state of mind. Just as he was thinking about where to hunt the dragon, a lost knight chased him up.

"Your Highness, a group of Holy Tree Cavalry just passed the bridge, and they are probably nearby."

"So what? Although I am not Marlenia's opponent, the authority of the king is not something that can be desecrated by any bastard!" Greco waved his hand disdainfully, turned his head, looked at Stonewell reluctantly, and his voice became louder stand up: