Despite the commander's determination, his path to repentance was still halfway. Bobswift caught up from behind, and the attendant held the fur cloak he had left behind and a pair of breastplate.

"What's wrong?" Steve obediently opened his arms so that the servant could help put on his armor. Bob is an old qualification. He has followed his father and accompanied Christina. For some reason, Bob is now following him again.

It's all because of the Elf's fault that Miss Elf ran away willfully, otherwise the Swift boy would have taken over the Spurs from the Elf's hands.

Christina, who had lost her Paladin ability, was in a state of disreputation and invisibly lost the qualification to recommend the attendant to make progress. The boy was dejected at one time. Considering Mr. Swift's contribution to the Knights, the leader made an exception and asked his son to bring Bob with him, and took advantage of this war to accumulate merit for the boy.

"Knight Huffman brought some back... sir, you'd better see with your own eyes." The attendant clasped the breastplate from behind, considering that Bob was wearing leather gloves, the boy was smart.

Knights Huffman led a team of cavalry out on patrol this morning. Bob wanted to say something but stopped it was probably not a good thing. Maybe it was a corpse or a deserter? The association about the latter made Steve lose face. The confrontation lasted for a long time and there were sporadic deserters in other units, and only the Knights were safe. Now it seems that this glorious tradition worthy of pride is also lost.

There are stone walls in the town, which are more than one person tall and are considered solid. But many parts were destroyed in the last Dragon War, and half of the town's population was gone. The surviving residents were unable to afford the cost of repairing the stone wall, so they used wood to make up the vacant part of the stone wall. Baron Smith's neck was backed by the Arden Forest, and the Forest of No Return is very famous. This ghost place is a wilderness that fugitives don't want to set foot on. Unfortunately, they were targeted by the Dragon Legion, which was purely the lizardmen.

After Steve arrived, he got the stones from the nearby quarry, filled the gap in the wall and re-strengthening the door. At this moment, Huffman's people stood by the newly built gate, forming a hollow circle, and the whispering sounds were not very clear in the distance.

What is the corpse in the middle? Is the deserter's corpse? Steve couldn't help but sink. The Knights' order had cowards, but he could not punish him with his own hands to warn others.

"Hafman." Steve patted the Knight's shoulders, and the cold iron shoulder pads almost frostbite his hand.

"Commander Steve." The Knight nodded as a tribute. Steve was not very experienced in the Knights, and his age or contribution was not outstanding. Relying on the regiment leader's father alone was not enough to make people bow down to him.

As expected, they surrounded a corpse. The victims on the ground were not ordinary people, but knights in armor. A cloak covered the remains, and only exposed above their shoulders. The big-headed soldier could not afford the armor and the black bearskin cloak. The more Steve looked at it, the more familiar he felt that his face was. He half-squatted down and looked more carefully.

"It's Schneider, poor guy." Huffman saved him the trouble of identifying the body. The Knight shook his head and sighed, "I found him outside. I don't know which bastard was the one who killed him. I didn't find his subordinates either."

Steve had several contacts with Schneider. The knight under Duke Victor traveled thousands of miles to respond to the princess' call. Victoria was regarded as a guest of honor. Every time she went to Baron Castle, she could see Schneider. Schneider's family was not rich, and his armor and weapons were inherited from his ancestors. Maybe this cloak was all. The cavalry company of the poor Knights had no more than five servants, and there were about a dozen infantrymen. Such a few people could indeed be attacked and became the target of the illegal madman.

Occasionally, Frank refugees refused to take in the elves and insisted on going to the empire, but these people all had relatives in the empire, so there was no need to kill and rob. Although the bearskin cloak that covered Schneider was torn apart during the fight, the sewing and repairing were still useful. It is hard to imagine that robbers would not take away their clothes for cold protection in winter.

Could it be that? Steve put aside his unlucky thoughts and reached out to lift his cloak. Schneider's historic armor had a unique shape, not the plate armor and mail that the Empire Knights were often worn, but the scale armor made of fish-scale iron sheets. Schneider was quite proud of this, boasting that it was bought by his great-grandfather for a lot of money from an oriental merchant. There was a deep scratch on the armor, and a few pieces of armor leaves were missing, which were generally intact.

The fatal injury was on the neck. Schneider did not wear a throat protection. The iron guy in the cold weather was unable to get along with him. A small negligence killed him, and the blood in the wound had been frozen. Steve looked at the black wound and looked at the body again and again. He stared at the corpse and raised his right hand. "Give me the dagger, Huffman." Steve said.

After holding his hand for a long time, his palms were still empty, Steve had to look up and repeat the request to Huffman. The strict discipline was not a false one. The Knight reluctantly gave him the dagger, and finally did not forget to draw the Spear of Terra on his chest. The people next to him immediately followed. What Steve was about to do was a blasphemy of faith, and he even disturbed the sleep of the dead with a sharp blade. The attendant Bob stayed at the master's side without changing his face. Steve was not sure whether the boy was loyal to him or when he was traveling with Christina and Emily, he saw something that he shouldn't have seen.

Even if Steve and Emily fight side by side for a hundred times, he will not really trust the wizard. The church orders in various countries have the obligation to suppress the internal and monitor the caster, and Steve will naturally not forget it.

The breathing and amazement on the head was even louder than the crickets in Xia Ye. Steve suppressed the impatientness in his heart and gently poked the dagger into the wound.

"Oh, Terra." It sounds like Huffman is already broken.

The tip of the dagger hit some hard thing, which was Huffman's throat, and it shouldn't feel like he was stabbed into the bone. He raised the dagger, took off his left gloves with his teeth, and stretched out his index finger into the wound.

"Vomit..." There were not only one person vomiting behind the commander.

These guys can kill people, and can witness their comrades being killed, and can sacrifice their lives if necessary, but they can't see me looking for the truth. He touched the foreign object in Huffman's neck and took it out with his fingers.

It was a piece of finger bone, stained with too much blood, and the original nature could no longer be seen. Steve got up and pinched his finger bones to show it to his subordinates, so that they would not think they were crazy.

"Yes, the living dead." Huffman said in a speechless manner, covering his mouth.

"Yes." The commander's tone was very gloomy, and everyone present realized what this meant.

"Go and wake the troops." There was a sentence later on that sent a messenger, but Steve didn't say it, considering Schneider's fate.

Instead of letting dozens of cavalry run around outside and being killed by their opponents in the snow, it is better to wait and see what the living dead are capable of. Bob beats his chest with his fist and runs to execute the military order. Huffman handed the horse to someone else and entered a temporary wooden house under the wall. There is a brazier inside, which can help the knights warm their bodies so that they can relax their muscles and blood circulation before the war comes.

The house of the hunter George is located on the edge of the village, far from the crowd's spying, which is exactly the same as that of Siyuvala. Human habits are similar to elves. Hunters often need to stock up on prey, and the taste and appearance are not good, so they are forced to live in a deserted place.

George is probably a widower, which Siyuwara guessed when he saw his daughter doing housework skillfully.

The little girl welcomed her father home. Although the arrival of the elf was a surprise, she still did not forget to take care of her younger brother who was crawling all over the floor and stared at the stew pot on the fire pit.

The ordinary people in the Eternal Forest can also afford glass, while the hunter's wooden houses are all window panels. They must be put down to prevent mosquitoes at night. The living room also has a dining room and a kitchen, and the fire pit is the only lighting in the house. The whole family, including the guest Xiyouwala, sat around the fire pit. Xiyouwala has a wooden chair available, and the treatment exceeds the owner's son who can't speak, while the hunter and his daughter sit on a fur.

This family is so poor. Xiyouwala endured the discomfort on her butt. It was better to have a roof shelter from the wind and rain than sleeping in the wild. Moreover, this guy has two children, so he shouldn't have a bad idea for her.

"Miss." The girl carefully held a bowl of soup. The surface was dim and looked bad, and it smelled good.

Hunger quickly defeated the reserve. Xiyouwara reached out to take it. The wooden bowl was missing, and she poured it into her mouth. Although the hunter was poor, she did not lack meat. She swallowed the pieces of meat that rolled down with the soup, and for the first time in a few days, she felt warm in her stomach. Xiyouwara drank the soup while observing the family. The girl always peeked at her, which was normal. The male owner was relatively calm, but when he saw his deliberate action of not looking at him, he knew it was pretending.

The little boy crawled around on the floor and gradually moved away from the fire pit. When his sister had to put down the bowl and picked up his younger brother. George took his son and shook it in his arms so that his daughter could eat so many bites.

"Their mother has passed away." The hunter looked at his daughter and kissed her son on the head again.

"I'm sorry." Xiyouwala replied casually, civilized society is universal in this regard.

"Your kid, how old are they?" Siyuwala asked out of politeness, and she soon regretted it.

"Emma is 7 years old, Johnson is less than 2 years old."

Siyuwala blinked and gave the hunter's family a stiff smile. The elves and humans had no common ground in terms of age. Asking each other's age is purely a self-inflicted trouble. Fortunately, humans have some strange custom and think that asking about the lady's age is rude, and she has experienced it in the capital.

Sure enough, the hunter only smiled at her and did not ask how old Siyuvala was like a normal elf.

George's beds were limited. She and the little girl Emma shared the big bed in the master bedroom. The hunter took his son to sleep in the side room. Xiyouwala was stunned for a long time against the dim ceiling, but when she turned around, she saw the little girl staring at her with wide eyes.

"What's wrong, Emma?"

"Your eyes are glowing, like cats."
Chapter completed!