Black Knight From Blue Star

The 'young man' in front of him has a face full of middle-aged wrinkles, and his skin is rough and chapped.

 “How did you do this?”

Hadi couldn't help but asked curiously.

He is nineteen years old and still a nobleman, how could he be like this?

Varian sighed, as if the weight of the world was in his breath.

"More than a year ago, I just came of age, and I was quite handsome at that time." Varian looked at the north, looked at the snow in the distance, and said in a faint voice: "But the demons are coming. Although we have been prepared, Immediately raise an army to fight the enemy."

Paul Varian sighed and said: "The other lords joined us and formed a broad northern front. But the demons are really too powerful, and their fighting power is terrifying. Although we have more people, Generally speaking, the casualties are much higher than theirs.”

As Paul spoke, a stream of cold air came out of his mouth.

This 19-year-old middle-aged man has no sparkle in his eyes.

  More like the kind of middle-aged social animal who no longer has any expectations for the world, but still struggles habitually.

"I was on the front line, watching my familiar friends die one by one, and watching my comrades become food for the demons one by one." Paul's form was a bit stooped, and every chapter in his voice was condensed with deep exhaustion: "My relatives also died one by one, and then I, a coward, was left alive. I couldn't sleep every day, and my hair fell out in handfuls. After losing it for more than half a year, I became bald."

　Hardy was silent as he listened.

 He can vaguely understand the other person's suffering.

Although he is very strong now, in his previous life, he was also a weak worker.

The pain of having little power and being unable to change one's destiny through hard work is indeed like a thousand ants gnawing at one's heart, corroding one's nerves and consciousness.

At this time, Paul suddenly said: "Now that Mr. Hardy is here, the pressure on our right wing has been greatly reduced. The front line is almost defeated. Please take a short rest before rushing to the front line."

"This is natural." Hardy nodded, and then said to Abner next to him: "First, you lead the undead army and rush to the front line."

Abner nodded, gathered his team at the roadside, and moved forward faster.

 The players are all professionals and have relatively strong adaptability. After all, they are all professionals and have relatively high resistance to cold and inflammation.

 In addition, he has enough physical strength to quickly jump into battle after a long journey.

 Ordinary soldiers do not have this ability.

 But ordinary soldiers are also the main force on the battlefield.

 After all, they have a large number and can play a role in stabilizing the front.

 Watching Hardy directly sending a large army to the front line, Paul was slightly surprised.

 He thought Hardy would shirk the issue and try to delay the matter.

 After all, this was the case for the armies of other countries that came before.

  It cannot be said that they are ineffective, they indeed resisted the attacks of the demons.

　　But it doesn’t matter how strong their fighting spirit is.

As long as the demon's attack is stronger, they will subconsciously retreat.

 This was the first time he had seen someone like Hardy directly sending elite soldiers to the front line.

 In this way, Paul Varian has a better sense of Hardy.

“Sir Hardy, please come to my home to rest for a night. After all, you have come a long way and are very tired.”

Paul knew how far it was from France to Kievan Rus and how long it took.

Even if we work hard, it will take more than twenty days.

 But after they sent out an urgent request for help, Francis' army arrived here in less than fifty days.

 It is conceivable that this army has indeed been in a state of rapid march.

Hardy originally wanted to refuse, but he needed more information, and it would be better for ordinary soldiers to rest for a while before going to the front line, so he said, "That's no trouble."

"You're welcome." The two of them got on their horses, took their own guards, and walked slowly towards the castle ahead.

Rogge took over the subsequent command operations

 The city built of pitch-black stone already gives people a dull and cold feeling, and it looks even more gloomy and desolate under the cover of ice and snow.

 On the city wall, there were many soldiers standing, but their eyes were numb.

 The whole person has little energy and looks extremely dull.

The two were walking side by side. Hadi looked at the camps of various countries in the distance and asked: "How many people are there now, and how many people are on the front line?"

“There are about 100,000 people here.” Paul sighed: “There are less than 40,000 people on the front line, 20,000 of them are ours, and the rest are allied forces from various countries.”

Hardy subconsciously twitched his eyebrows.

 The coalition forces are so cowardly?

But it’s true, it’s all just to fulfill the promise to the elves and get the petals of the World Tree.

It is almost impossible to get them to fight with all their strength.

When the two of them entered the city, both sides of the city streets were covered with snowflakes.

There are almost no pedestrians on the street, and it looks very empty and lonely.

Even if I meet someone occasionally, it is either an old woman or a young woman.

 The male body is no longer strong.

Hardy's eyes flashed vaguely. He did not expect that the situation on the front line was even more tragic than he expected.

This is obviously because the front line has sent almost all the men to the battlefield, and is almost done with them.

 Because the road was clear, the two quickly arrived at the lord's mansion.

As soon as we entered, we saw a deserted garden, with only an old servant sweeping the snow from the path.

 When he saw Paul, he bent down and continued sweeping the floor.

 Entering the main hall of the Lord's Mansion, Hardy found that it was very cold inside.

 It was cold in the fireplace and there was no firewood lit.

At this time, Paul said to the old man who looked like a butler who came over: "A distinguished guest is coming. Go and raise the fireplace."

The old housekeeper said awkwardly: "Master, there is no more firewood at home."

 “Then go buy it.”

"There is no more firewood on the market." The old housekeeper sighed: "Because the men have gone to the front line, it is freezing and snowy outside, and there are wild animals, it is impossible for women and children to go out to collect firewood, so there is almost no firewood in the whole city. ”

Paul was extremely embarrassed.

Hardy smiled and said it didn't matter.

 This is normal. If a city does not have a large number of men as a labor force, business activities will quickly stop.

 Then the whole city will go into depression.

 But then something even more embarrassing happened.

 Paul originally wanted to prepare a sumptuous dinner for Hardy.

 As a result, because there was no firewood, what was served was Daliba and some dough.

 In the cold temperatures, they were frozen into something as hard as stone.

Paul's female relatives, on the other hand, were wrapped in thick quilts and biting the hard food with their teeth without any dissatisfaction and were used to it.

Paul put his hands on his face and no longer dared to look in Hardy's direction.

And Hadi looked around, put Da Leba into his mouth, and bit it into pieces with a click. (End of chapter)