"...Dear mother, when you read this letter, we have already left the border city of the Earl of Cormorne and advanced to the territory of the former Kingdom of Kane, mopping up the remnants of the Centaur tribe and preparing to conquer the lost land... Light

God, I want to return home so much, but the appearance of a new enemy has extended my service time. So, sorry mom, it may take a while before I can go home.

I wonder how this boy Arthur is doing? Is his study in the seminary going well? I sent my greetings to him and said that when I go back, I will give him a good test so that he can learn theological knowledge and move closer to the Lord.

Let go of your own exercise.

And Yali, was she three or four years old when I left home?

Time flies so fast, it’s been two years in the blink of an eye.

Here, I want to proudly announce, Mom, I have become Lord Delhi's attendant, a glorious knight attendant, and the grand knight attendant of the Temple of Light. Maybe at the end of the war, I will be lucky enough to be awarded the title.

Earn a fief for myself, for you, and for the family, and fulfill my father's dream... This is not impossible, Lord Delhi is very optimistic about me.

Okay, I know you are concerned about the battlefield. There is nothing to say about our enemy. It is an army of servants of the evil archmage, a zombie army summoned from another world. I believe you have heard about it in the rear.

their rumors.

Don't worry, dear mother, living corpses are not unkillable monsters, and the bishops' conference has formulated restraint methods based on their characteristics.

The commander of the legion is full of confidence. I think this commander who has proven his bravery and piety on the battlefield will not joke with the honor that is regarded as life... Therefore, we have gone deep into the territory of the zombies and are ready to fight them head-on.

Already..."

"Lord Crane, Lord Crane?"

Klein put away his pen, covered the half-written letter home with a magic book he had captured on the battlefield, and then asked calmly outside the tent, "What's the matter?"

"There is action, my lord. Lord Delhi is summoning all his attendants."

"I see."

The military order did not dare to be delayed, so Klein stood up and recruited two strong servants. With their help, he put on the heavy knight's armor.

The black metal armor that is tightly wrapped all over the body is painted with mithril and fine gold wire drawing on the surface, and a complicated pattern of magic patterns is engraved on it, which can stabilize up to 6 kinds of magic effects. Once connected neatly, the magic patterns on the connecting parts will be uniform.

Once it lights up, the connected parts become as whole as a whole, and the heavy armor and stomach become as light as nothing, as if a second layer of skin is attached to the body.

The servant stepped back a few steps in awe and fear, allowing the tower-like Klein to put on the last robe and cloak. Then, with steps that made a dull sound on the dry ground, he opened the tent and left.

Outside, a hundred-man elite legion under the leadership and command of Klein had already lined up and taken their positions under the scoldings of various low-level commanders.

Seeing this strong man like an iron tower coming out, everyone stood in awe and fear, not daring to make a single sound.

Klein's war horse is also fully clad. It looks like an iron horse. This mount with a head and shoulders of two meters and three meters is said to have the blood of Warcraft. Ever since Lord Delhi gave it to him, he has loved it like a treasure. Normally, Klein is

They eat and sleep with it, in order to match the intimacy and tacit understanding between the knight and the mount.

Wearing hundreds of kilograms of armor, he climbed onto his horse. Klein whispered a few words to his old friend as if no one else was watching, brushed his brown mane, and then raised his head to look majestically at his army.

"The evil archmage is trying to use the army of living corpses summoned from other worlds to stop the coalition forces from regaining and liberating their homeland. The God of Light is above us. This land has been bathed in the glory of the gods for generations. We must

Under the leadership of the Legion Master, we will recover it for the gods, even if we fight to the death of one soldier."

The soldiers stood silently and listened, and Klein did not need their response. After completing this brief war mobilization, he lightly kicked his war horse and rode forward with more than a dozen of his horsemen.

Stern, brief orders sounded throughout the hundred-man elite legion. These elite soldiers who had survived countless battles began to step in order, their iron boots rumbled on the ground, following the footsteps of their commander, and left the military camp.

Behind them were more militiamen and servants, and they were in a mess. By the time they packed up everything in the camp and loaded their vehicles, and arrived at the large campus in front of the mountain, the sun had already risen above their heads.

The squire belongs to the knight, the knight belongs to the knight commander, and the knight commander belongs to the legion commander, level by level.

Klein is inconspicuous in this huge army composed of tens of thousands of people. His master, Derry, is a Grand Knight and belongs to the first level of Knight Commander. Because he comes from the Knights of the Light Templar, he is invisibly higher than the average Knight Commander.

First level, so the platoon position is particularly high. He also has thirteen noble knights and church knights under his command, commanding an elite legion of more than 2,000 people.

Such an armed force is enough to support a small kingdom. Ordinary nobles cannot afford such private armed forces, and it is rare to have such a large-scale elite army gathering. In matters concerning the survival of all human kingdoms,

Only then can there be an environment for birth.

The church is the key. As long as the major churches are coordinated, even if they are feuding, they can only fight under the same banner at this time.

Klein and the two noble knights under the lord's command dislike each other. Klein is from the inland Kingdom of Pannster, and the two noble knights are enemies. They have also fought against each other on the battlefield. One of them looks like

The scars on the face of the noble knight who looked like a brown bear were left by him.

Situations like this are common among the coalition forces, and only the church can put aside all kinds of grievances and disputes and unify under one banner.

Perhaps aware of Klein's assessment gaze, the brown bear-like knight turned back on his horse and glanced in this direction, snorted coldly, not knowing whether he saw Klein or not.

Klein calmly withdrew his gaze, pretending to listen attentively to the legion commander's teachings, and made no more unnecessary movements.

When the servants and militiamen arrived, the silence on the main campus was broken. The legion commander who was preaching into the alley licked his lips and gave up his position to a well-dressed high priest.

This is a high priest from the Church of Light.

The high priest continued to preach, saying the same old things. Klein could memorize them, but he did not dare to show any impatience or neglect. He was like a lifeless statue, unlike the seated war horse.

Integrate into one...until the "open" command is given.

This army of ten thousand people in the coalition army was divided into four directions and rushed to the predetermined front line. The Lord of Klein, the Knight Commander of the Light Templar Derry Van Galkot and the hereditary earl of the Kingdom of Painster, happened to be assigned to Shao Bing.

Wait for the direction guarded by several gangs.

"That one over there, that one over there...is talking about you! Who are you looking at? Who are you looking at? You have no eyesight at all. Didn't you hear the call to assemble?"

"... Where is Elder Xuewu Feiyu? I'm looking for her."

"You are looking for her. Everyone here is looking for her. Is she too busy to come here? Come and line up and take over the tasks together."

"Excuse me...is the entire city owned by the Guards gang?"

"How new is it? How about sharing the same station? Stop talking nonsense and come over to line up to receive the mission."

"Wow, a city is a gang."

"Don't worry, it doesn't meet the standards for city construction. It's just a farmers' market offline."

"I heard that building a city requires several indicators, at least level 5 gangs. Are there any level 5 gangs now?"

"Stop talking, line up, line up..."

"My name is Singh, I'm level 13. How about you, brother?"

"Dawn breaks, level 11."

"Add a friend?"

"Uh...you transferred from the international server?"

"Well, he was tricked by our captain..."

In the bustle, hundreds of newbies who had been teleported walked out of the teleportation point, and under the leadership of the veteran players of the Guards, rushed to the square outside the main hall.

Thousands of cannon fodder have gathered here...ah, no, they are new players, crowding the small square to the limit.

In order to save costs, we did not ask functional NPCs to send and receive tasks. Instead, we gave them to ordinary members of the gang in the form of gang tasks for them to play. By the way, they can also earn money and share their contributions to the gang.

Xia Miaomiao was not short of money, but it was her first time to play an NPC. It was quite new, so she enthusiastically accepted the task and served as the receptionist for the 'new students' in the square.

She sat behind a log table, with a long queue in front of it. A close gaming best friend had been her assistant since then. Piles of 'junk' recovered from the system blacksmith shop were piled beside her, and a cute newbie was sitting next to her.

Level, just give one piece.

"Wow, the best white short bow!"

After a newbie registered and received a weapon, the exclamations made the newbies behind him in a commotion.

Li Xiao was in the middle of the queue. When he saw the people behind him trying to cut in line, he was so worried that he shouted regardless.

"Everyone who jumps in line will be kicked out. He has no share in the tasks here..."

Only then did the newbies commotion, which also earned Li Xiao a lot of hostile looks.

Li Xiao stared at the pile of 'rags' with dismay, and even took a look at a longbow in advance. Unfortunately, when he was third in line from him, someone took him away early.

"Green clothes, you actually give out green clothes to people for free?"

A small sapling yawned and asked with full force: "So?"

This lucky newbie winced, picked up his long bow and struck out decisively.

"Running back and forth, following the system prompts... These newcomers don't understand anything, and they are still surprised. It's very funny!"

The gaming bestie fanned the cool breeze with her hands and said with a bit of disgust.

"Sister, please pick a good one, please."

The orc player in front of Li Xiao clearly heard her words but acted as if he hadn't heard her. He squinted his face, bowed his waist, and begged with an apologetic smile.

"Barbarian profession, weapon or shield?"

"Shield, shield"

"Another human sandbag... this one!"

"Sister, that metal shield..."

"You're only 10, you can't lift it, it's level 15."

"ah?"

"Do you want it?"
To be continued...