Stratholme God

Chapter 16 Centipede or Dragon Dance?

Ten seconds later, the entire parade was frying!
"Be careful! There may be enemies!"

"Where is the enemy? Where—"

"On the tree!"

"Troll!?"

"do not know!"

At this time, the quality gap between the old knights and squires and the newly recruited squires and spearmen came out.

The loyal and loyal knights rushed up on their horses, without saying a word, they circled outside the Four Great Kings, surrounded their own dukes, all drew their swords and shields, and stared at the treetops above their heads, nervous. .

The Four Great Kings are like a formidable enemy.

At this moment, they are only priests of the Holy Light Church, and their status is slightly higher than that of the freedmen.

Without the support of McDonald's, how could they be qualified to lead the army for internship?
Whether it is out of morality towards the lord or out of selfishness, they will definitely protect McDonald's to death.

After a while, a few archers and crossbowmen also rushed up, pulled their bows and raised their crossbows, and looked at the mottled tree shadow gaps.

But how can I see the shadow of the enemy!

After a while, there was no movement, and everyone slowly relaxed their nerves.

McDonald's, who was protected by the Four Great Kings, was actually not afraid at all. If the Four Silver Saints couldn't keep him, he should die.

"What's the matter?" Uther frowned.

As soon as he heard that his master was going to fight and suspend his 'study', Baron Rivendell, who ran over, was even more nervous.

Turalyon repeated it once, and it seemed strange to anyone who heard it.

The duke said 'unless a pie falls from the sky', is it really a pie?Or half eaten?

Everyone looked at the small teeth marks on the side of the pie, and suddenly a conjecture emerged - a woman! ?

Where did the pure man come from such a cherry mouth?

It was weird from start to finish.

Only a certain transmigrator realizes something.

It must be a little bit out of character to do such a boring thing, and there are only a few suspects...

Well, there is only one answer, the culprit is in us...

Cough!

After seeing the expression of his boss, Rivendell wondered: "Lord Duke, could it be you..."

"Some thoughts, but not sure." McDonald's looked at the half pie in a trance.

"Then what?" Rivendell demanded.

"Didn't we announce the recruitment of mercenaries and adventurers? Add a paragraph to me."

Two hours later, the recruitment announcements on the bulletin boards of all the villages and towns along the way were extended.The content is the same, but written again in Dwarven and High Elf.

In the nearby woods, after seeing the bulletin board with unimaginable eagle-eye vision, the mysterious woman was a little surprised: "Huh? This little duke is a little interesting, did he guess it?"

"Please, our covenant with humans can be a piece of waste paper at any time." On the tree, a handsome and slender ranger man rubbed his eyebrows.

The silver-haired mysterious woman complained to him: "This piece of waste paper has been in effect for 2800 years."

They suddenly noticed that a knight came in a hurry and said something to the village chief, so they hung a white lion logo made of white iron on the side of the bulletin board, and posted a new trilingual announcement.

"For...friends who are willing to cooperate?"

At a glance, you can tell that this is a sign issued to mercenaries, which is used to identify friends and foes on the battlefield.In fact, in the case that the enemy is limited to trolls, it is mainly that the guy without the logo is not eligible to take the loot.

The woman smiled: "Look, Halduron, this little duke is really not easy."

The handsome Halduron Mingyi has a big head: "Then should we take it?"

"Take it! Why not take it?" The woman's laughter was full of playfulness.

Here, after four days of marching, the army finally arrived at the foot of the mountain west of Zumashar.

This time, no one has any opinion on McDonald's road construction.

The first [-] kilometers was covered in one day, and the last [-] kilometers was a full three days.There is no way out. Those 'secret weapons' are too heavy and the road is broken. The carriage can get stuck ten or eight times a day, slowing down the speed of the army.

"Oh! My dear... Your Excellency, I look forward to your arrival every day." Baroness Anastari was so eager for the show that she passed over Mograine and Abidis and rushed over ahead of time.

Looking at the pair of black sesame buns that would jump out of their low-cut clothes at any time, McDonald's was quite speechless.

The Baroness hadn't had a good night's sleep since she was relegated to this shitty North Valley.It's one thing for the village to be poor, and it's hard to die. When she first came, the villagers were crushed by the moss-rotten troll.

At first, she was mostly desperate, but when she heard about McDonald's expedition, she made up a lot of things.For example, someone still loves her, but out of affection, he first demoted her to come here, and then defeated Zumashaer, making this the most gorgeous fief or something.

Come on, she really thinks too much.

Don't say it's the same when the lights are out. Looking at the nearly 1cm fluff rippling in the sun, McDonald wants to say, can you feel the same as touching a peach and a durian skin?

"Pay attention to your identity! Baroness!" Rivendell scolded her for being stupid on the spot, and didn't dare to move.

Right next to her, the ceremonial McDonald ignored her presence and rode to meet Mograine and Abidis, who were fully armed.

Someone can't even ride a horse stably, and a little wobbly posture can't deceive anyone.

But I know all the routines. As a red man in the king's heart, even if this battle does not need to be won, I can cut off a few trolls' heads and go back to fight - our army has severely damaged the moss-rotten trolls.

Anyway, from the king's reply, Mograine knew that he was not the protagonist.

If you really want to fight, that's Mograine leading the way.

"Welcome, Lord Stratholme."

"Long time no see, Lord Mograine! Lord Abidis!"

With the help of their squires, the three dismounted and came up to hug.

"Bang dang!" MacDonald's silver armor and the red armor unique to the Scarlet Crusade (this is not the notorious fanatical organization [Scarlet Crusade] in later generations, the Scarlet Crusade at this time is just an aristocratic weapon) unique red armor. When Ken grinned and took a half step back.

The two fierce men on the opposite side whispered "Huh".

Unexpectedly, the well-known modest (weak) humble (chicken) son McDonald, who seems to be able to blow away with a gust of wind, has a high strength value?
This is a little surprising.

No one knows, this is someone's career template that has just been loaded with warriors, no matter how bad it is, there is a spectrum.

It’s a routine routine to slap each other’s rainbow farts, counting the marriages of each family, why is it a family 3000 years ago, and slaying trolls together 2000 years ago? The atmosphere is harmonious.

"I was surprised when I suddenly received your request to fight. I don't know if you have any plan to defeat the enemy." Mograine's words were purely polite. If someone is incompetent, this is a grand armed parade.

It's a big deal to consume some food and grass, then kill a few trolls and go back.

No one wants to fight blind chickens and die under the rain of spears thrown by trolls.

MacDonald smiled, snapped his fingers, and a servant removed a scaled-down model from the carriage.

"Is this... rushing a car?"

There is a triangular roof like a house, covered with double-layer cowhide on the front, back, left and right, smeared with lime mortar for setting fire, supported by wooden frames and wheels.

"No!" MacDonald grinned. "What if we linked ten and twenty together? Like... a dragon dance, uh, a centipede?"

(End of this chapter)