Lord Witch, please don't resurrect me again!

The fat brother loves wine, and he smelled it from a long distance, and shouted: "Fuck, Night of Dylans? Good wine!"

Sir Milan proudly said: "That's right! Can I drink the same wine as you mud-legged?"

The fat brother's face froze, and he didn't know what to say, so he could only smile wryly.Sir Milan was also taken aback, his face was a bit hesitant, he scratched his head and said, "Uh, I didn't mean that, don't forget to take it to heart... that, have a drink together?"

Jazz said and brought a glass and filled it up for the old man.

It is well known that Sir Milan is arrogant, how did he know he was wrong today?Lao Fat was stunned, blinked his eyes, and didn't dare to accept the wine he handed over.Sir Milan patted Lao Fat on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and then put the wine on the table in front of him.

Leoric also felt weird, and asked, "My lord, what's wrong with you? Are you drunk?"

Sir Milan sat down beside him, sighed, and said, "Well... Leoric, would you like to have a drink too?"

"Okay." I don't know what kind of medicine this guy sells in the gourd.

Sir Milan took out two exquisite silver wine glasses from his arms and said, "Of course a good wine should be paired with a good glass." He filled both himself and Leoric and said, "Come, let's have a drink together. .”

At this time, the fat brother stood up suddenly, and said with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Then you talk, I'll go out and chop some firewood first."

Sir Milan is the head of the legion and a nobleman, and Lao Fei is a stoker. The difference in status between the two is too great. He is not qualified to drink with the Sir.

"Old man, sit down." Leoric waved to him and said, "Sir said to drink together."

"Uh..." Lao Fat didn't know whether to sit down or not.

Sir Milan also nodded and said, "I didn't know you were here, otherwise I would have brought an extra silver cup."

So the three of them sat at the table and raised their glasses together.Sir Milan said:

"I propose, the first cup is to honor the sacrificed soldiers."

"it is good!"

The three toasted and drank together, both Leoric and Lao Fat couldn't help but admire the deliciousness of the wine.

"The second cup is for victory!" Leoric said.

The three had another drink.

"The third cup...to you, Leoric." This time, Sir Milan didn't clink his glass, and just swallowed it down.

Then the sergeant hiccupped and said, "Leoric, I'm sorry for all the stupidity I've done in the past, and I apologize to you."

"I accept your apology."

Sir Milan was stupid, short-sighted, greedy, and selfish...but he did not do any evil, and he fought bravely. Leoric saw how he killed the enemy, not to mention bravery and fearlessness, but he was also considered brave.Leoric believes that if a person can fight bravely against the enemy's butcher's knife, no matter how bad or annoying he is, Leoric will give him basic respect—respect for soldiers.

Sir Milan nodded and said, "I have one more thing to ask you."

"please say."

"Why do you trust me?" Sir Milan asked, "You should see my shameful appearance. I am almost a deserter. I am even humble enough to kneel at the feet of barbarians. Why, why do you still do that?" He said The voice sounded like it was about to cry.

The candles were flickering, and Leoric was silent.It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but that he didn't know the reason. At that moment, he just believed in this person he hated on impulse.Leoric asked himself—why?Because I'm a simple fool, or do I sell my compassion by the catty like a Madonna?No, neither, I...

The three of them didn't speak, and the old man drank in silence. Leoric's mind flashed all kinds of disgusting behaviors of Sir Milan before.Suddenly, he found the answer.

"I have seen the jealousy in your eyes, when I stormed the city gate, when I formed the cavalry, when I came back alive from the barbarian camp...including today during the day. Sir Milan, you are jealous I."

Sir Milan's alcohol-smeared face became even redder, and he said loudly: "Yeah, of course I'm jealous of you! You are so shining, you can do anything, you are so young... the other people who set off Like dwarves, lepers, and demented mud-legs! I, I'm not a fool. Before I came here, I was the strongest of all the noble boys, and the sword was the best. I can also shoot arrows! I once shot two Pigeons, two!" He held up two fingers, as if the pigeon meat was still on his fingers, "I've also read a lot about the art of war...but what's the use of all this? In Lord Leoric's In front of the halo, no matter how hard I try, I will be as ridiculous as a clown, so I might as well do what a rotten person should do..." He picked up the big wine bottle and drank it, and immediately his eyes burst into tears, his nose saliva It also dripped out, and that face was like a bamboo sieve that leaked wine.

"I'm such a shame, such a waste, but I don't want to! How can I catch up with you? I don't know!"

Leoric knew the feeling, he could understand it—he called it "mortal rage," and he'd been just as human in a previous life.

Leoric said, "So why do you think I believe you?"

Sir Milan asked hoarsely, "Because you want to see my jokes?"

Leoric shook his head and said, "Because I think I should give people who want to be heroes a chance."

Sir Milan was stunned, his eyes widened like a goldfish; Lao Fatty also put down his wine glass, the fat on his face trembling with excitement, but he didn't know what to say.

Sir Milan's expression gradually became distorted, painful, very painful, like a child who raised his pet to death.

He said in a pleading tone: "But I can't be a hero! Leoric, you see, although I fought with the knights, I didn't kill a single barbarian. I'm too stupid in horsemanship, and my swordsmanship when riding a horse is also bad." , I can only yell and pretend to be brave... I can't be as good as you."

Leoric nodded.Although he looks younger than Sir Milan, in his two lives, he has actually lived longer than Sir Milan, and his thoughts are more mature.He thought for a while and said, "Sir, you are right, but heroes are not what you think."

"What do you mean?"

Leoric snapped his fingers and said, "Let me give you an example. If I say a hero, you must not think of it."

"Who?"

Leoric hugged the fat brother next to him, and said, "I think Lao Fat is quite a hero, at least an eight-point hero."

Sir Milan had an expression of "you fucking teasing me", Lao Pang smiled embarrassedly, his whole body trembling, and said, "Leo, don't joke, what kind of hero am I?"

Leoric waved his hand and asked, "I want to ask you three things."

"You said."

Leoric said, "Old fat, have you ever been short of food?"

Lao Fat patted his belly and said, "That's definitely not there!"

"Okay, is your food delicious?"

The old fat scolded: "Damn it, don't you know if it's delicious?"

"Finally, are the things you make clean and hygienic?"

The old man laughed angrily, "You eat so much, and I didn't see you die!"

Leoric spread his hands and said, "That's right, I think Fatty is a hero."

Sir Milan asked: "Is the cook a hero?"

Leoric laughed, and said, "Of course, because he's the best cook can be, isn't he?"

Sir Milan and Lao Fat didn't seem to understand yet, so Leoric further explained: "He is a firefighter, besides that, can he be more heroic? Don't you let him take a kitchen knife, ride a pig, and go to the battlefield?" A general who goes up and kills the enemy is considered a hero? Sir Milan, do you think that the standard of a hero is to show off, such as expanding the territory, conquering the city, or even slaying a dragon? But this world is made up of all kinds of people Yes, if everyone is pursuing fame and wealth, then wouldn’t there be no other things to do? In that case, what’s the point of being a hero?”

"Let me put it more bluntly. The so-called hero is to accept yourself first, reconcile with yourself, and then do your best in the conditions you have. You have to accept everything about yourself first, and then you can ask yourself: What kind of hero am I?"

After hearing this, Sir Milan showed a sad expression, and said: "Doesn't that mean that many people can't be a real hero no matter how hard they try in their lives? Like the old fat guy, no matter how hard he does Well, that's cooks, but cooks are... inferior people."

"This is indeed desperation." Leoric nodded. "Because of this, those who still love life after seeing the truth of life are true heroes."

"If someone is born with deformed legs, as long as he can walk with a cane, we call him a hero; if someone is born with dementia, as long as he can find a job to earn a living, he will be great. But a bachelor A son must be at least as learned as his father before we can say he 'did not disgrace the family coat of arms'; if it is the king's dauphin, then what he has to do is even more difficult."

"Sir Milan, we must learn to know ourselves, judge our upper limit, and then strive to climb. If there is a God in this world, then He built a tower for each of us from the very beginning. Everyone has different strengths , so these towers are not all the same height, but as long as you can climb to the top, you can say with a clear conscience: 'I am a hero.'."

Sir Milan nodded silently and said, "I understand."

"Thank you, Leoric, and I'll toast you again."

After drinking the last glass of wine, the arrogance and paranoia in the man's eyes faded away, and he looked like a teenager.

Chapter 33: The Revenge of the Succubus Pushila

The Crow King attacked Wild Wolf City for seven consecutive days, but the city still stood.During this period, the Crow King suffered heavy losses, leaving thousands of corpses every day, and the siege engines were reduced to ashes piece by piece.The leaders of the major coalition forces also had opinions, saying, if this continues, we will die in vain. Although we are willing to ruin our lives for the Crow King, we cannot waste human lives like this.

The Crow King didn't expect the enemy's resistance to be so strong. After all, the people on the plateau before were all cowards. Let alone resistance, basically they would surrender when they saw the barbarian warriors.The barbarians have killed too many plateau people and other marginal races over the years, and plundered their wealth, livestock and women. Come out, why don't you surrender?

The Crow King believes that the robbery of the camp that night gave the people on the plateau courage.That man, that guy named Leoric, became the god of war in people's hearts. He took away the courage of the barbarian warriors, and ignited the fighting spirit of the plateau people, making the balance of victory reversed like never before.

The Crow King watched helplessly. In the recent battles, as long as the barbarians attacked the city wall or gained a little advantage, then Leoric would appear.He would shout his name and take the lead in the charge. Afterwards, the people on the plateau would go mad as if they drank strong wine, and fight bravely without fear of death, while the barbarian warriors would run away in fright, or even jump off the city wall and fall to their deaths— —Yes, they would rather fall to their death from the city wall than face this terrible man.

The Crow King suspects that next time Leoric doesn't need to show up, as long as he hangs his paintings on the wall, these cowards under my hands will pee their pants in fear.

The staff and tribal leaders begged the Crow King to send giants out to attack the city. If they didn't use these trump cards, they would definitely lose.However, although the Crow King suffered a loss, he was very clear-headed. Judging from the previous information, the old man in Akkad probably had a "Goblin Ballista". It will explode inside them.This kind of thing is the bane of giants. Unless these ballistas are smashed first, or they know where they are placed, the Crow King will never send giants.

From a tactical perspective, the Giants are a double-edged sword.Although giants can expand their advantages and even turn the tide of battle, if the giants fall, the morale of our army will be defeated.So far, I haven't seen that barbarian army win a battle after losing a giant warrior.

Moreover, the Crow King doesn't have much time left.The war in the north is more troublesome than he expected. The Heavenly King has sent envoys to the various tribes to recruit soldiers. The Crow King must quickly solve the scourge in the south, and then join the war against the "ancient demon king".

What should I do?

At this moment, the Crow King drove away all the idlers in the tent, and sat alone on the couch smoking a cigarette. It had been a long time since he had encountered such a difficult matter.Every time, the Crow King can figure out a way to smoke a bag of cigarettes, but this time he has already smoked the third bag, but he is still at a loss.

At midnight, the Crow King knocked on his cigarette pipe and murmured, "Leoric... this man must be eliminated."

At this time, he suddenly smelled a fragrant smell.

"Puscilla, why didn't you say hello when you came?" he said.

The succubus Pusilla quietly appeared behind the Crow King, and said with a smile: "Crow King, am I saying hello to you?"

The Crow King said: "You salute me with the dirty smell on your body?"

The succubus walked up to him and said, "Don't say that, some people like the smell of me. I am a pure-blooded succubus. My body fluids, hair, nails, worn clothes, and even shoes and socks It will be sold out at auction.”

The Crow King grinned and said, "Then how much are you worth?"

The smile on Puscilla's face showed a chill, and she said, "I'm afraid you can't afford it, barbarian."

The Crow King laughed and said: "Yes, things with a bad conscience, I can't afford you now, I can't afford any demons, but during the war, prices fluctuated greatly, and maybe one day you will need a big discount At that time, I will definitely bring my brothers to your cave to join in the fun."

Pushila frowned slightly, and said: "Oh! Let me say that there are three caves for you to visit, and there are unlimited wines and spices inside, but with your ability, one or two hundred people can't be enough to see, otherwise If you don’t, I’m afraid you won’t even be able to open the cork in my cellar!” Said the succubus and sat down on the table beside her, then raised her plump thighs wrapped in fishnet stockings.

This bitch, I'm going to kill her sooner or later!The Crow King thought through gritted teeth.

"So, what are you here for?" The Crow King changed the subject.

The succubus Pusilla said: "It's nothing, I'm feeling depressed because you can't take the city, so I'm here to share your worries."

"You? Huh!" Hearing these words, the Crow King was furious.He knocked on the table with his cigarette pipe, and said, "You still have the face to say that? If you could have killed the old man Akkad back then, would there be any more things like this?"

The succubus also lost her temper. She said "Yo!" in a piercing squeaky voice, and then sarcastically said, "You still blame me? What did you people who worked on intelligence say at that time? There is no magician, the result is good. After I got there, I was cursed by others. I have been injured for so long. I don’t blame you. You got it, and you blame me? Did you come to my cave in the future? You vomited yourself, and you also want to blame my wine?"

Both of them are responsible for this matter, and the Crow King is not easy to refute, so he said: "You conscientious bitch, let's put that matter aside for the time being, and say that your princess asked you to help me fight, but you can do it." Have you ever done one thing? It’s fine if you can’t do it, and since you came, the logistics department has reported that the consumption of trousers has increased significantly recently, do you have any clues?”

The succubus frowned and said: "It's none of my business! They live in Bengbu by themselves? I'll sew new pants if they're not enough, wash them if they're dirty, or fight with bare buttocks if they don't work! I've never touched those big heads of yours. Bing, why are you still blaming me..."

"So how do you want to help me share my worries?" The Crow King forcibly brought the topic back on track.

The succubus said: "It's simple, you can't fight, isn't it because of that guy Leoric? I'll go and kill him, isn't that enough?"

"Can you kill him?" The Crow King rubbed his chin suspiciously.

The succubus grinned and said, "Of course, if I can't kill him, I won't come back."

……

The barbarians did not attack the city today, and the soldiers who had been tired for a week finally had a rest.

Leoric was telling Shia about the latest battle.

Shia is different from Leoric, who can't be killed with a chainsaw. She was injured when she attacked the enemy camp at night last time, and she won't recover in ten and a half months, so she didn't participate in the battle these days.Leoric knew that she missed things on the battlefield, so he came to dictate to her everything that happened these days.

Shia rested her chin on one hand, and watched him bragging with sparkling eyes. Although she hadn't said a word, her eyes were full of: My husband is amazing!I like him so much!I adore him so much!

Leoric was a little shy from the beginning, but he gradually became elated.Leoric wasn't the type to show off, but he couldn't help it in front of Shia.

Leoric sometimes thinks about the things between himself and Shia, and feels that the relationship between them is a bit inexplicable, but also seems to be a matter of course.Leoric has never been in a relationship. The love in his mind should be a step-by-step process. You must first have a crush, then be ambiguous, then confess, start dating to get to know each other, first base, second base.But in fact, they fought together, healed together, and then they were together naturally.

During this period, Shia didn't test him, didn't ask him to do anything, didn't lose his temper inexplicably, and didn't PUA him like a little fairy, just simply liked him.Obviously, Shia's concept of love is very simple. If she falls in love with you, she will recognize you. She will not test you, guess you, or let you guess her thoughts, and will give you her heart without reservation.

The way Shia looked at him now was like a river of spring water fused with love and admiration, it was a wife looking at her husband.

This girl's ideas are completely different from Leoric's. From the moment she mustered up the courage to say, "Would you like to come to my house?", she has already thought about the name of the second child.Because in this era, people do not have the concept of love, and most people only fall in love once in their life, and that person is his wife (or husband).

At this time, Leoric talked about the battle of defending the city on the seventh day. He said that the enemy used a large number of archers this time, and the arrows fell like rain. Poke into a hedgehog.He was excited when he said that, he only felt that he was witty and brave, but he didn't notice how nervous Shia was for a while.It wasn't until he saw Shia's tense expression that he realized that he might have said too much, so he explained with a smile: "It's just some arrows, they can't kill me."

Shia said, "I'm sure you'll save the day, but I'm sure I'd be scared." She reached out her left hand toward Leoric's face, then froze in midair.

"What?" Leoric blinked.

"No reason." She quickly retracted her hand into the quilt.

Leoric, who recalled it, grabbed her hand again, and held it tightly.Then, Shia's face turned red, and she whispered, "Well, Leoric, no! You...you haven't met my father yet, at least you need to get his verbal permission..."

"I'm not planning to do anything," Leoric said.

"Huh?" Shia's expression was exactly the same as that of Leoric just now.

"What are you thinking? Tell me."

"Uh... no, it's nothing." She lowered her head shyly.

No, it's so much fun to bully Shia, even though she has the face of a big sister, she is more innocent and cute than Fu.

At this time, the door suddenly opened, and Fu walked in pushing the dining car, and the two quickly let go.