Dancing is not allowed on the grave

The short alien huddled in the corner and sobbed, and several women among the townspeople looked at each other with some compassion.

The dwarves are not fond of light and prefer to live in caves and underground, so they are classified as one of the dark races of Lothra. They have never harmed humans, and they played the role of logistics supplies in the war between the devil and the Holy See thousands of years ago.

The youth who took the lead in attacking Ronald in the martial arts arena walked out of the crowd and pulled the crooked iron sword from the ground.

He used to be Baron Mace's thug, and he had seen more innocent people begging for mercy under his command, and he would never be moved by a word from the dwarf.

"Little man, don't stay in the dark cave, come to our town, I think you are tired of work."

The dwarf trembled: "Yes, it was His Highness... Lord Syl asked me to come. I am only responsible for making swords and armor."

"Why did he let you come here? What conspiracy do you have?" the young man asked.

"No, no." The dwarf shook his head frantically.

The youth raised his sword.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd.

The tall skeleton pushed aside the crowd and walked straight into the blacksmith shop.

With a huge battle ax on his back, he swung the young man away with one powerful hand, picked up the dwarf with the other hand, and turned away under the horrified gaze of everyone.

"That's him! That monster!" Only after the skeleton disappeared, did the soldier speak out, proving that he was not lying.

More townspeople just looked at that place with lingering fear, making sure that the monster would not come back, and then went home.

All the houses in Karami town turned off their lights early that night, and their doors and windows were closed.

——Until dawn, a group of nimble black shadows crossed the border and sneaked in silently.

The whole town hadn't woken up yet, only a young man came out of the house in a daze, stopped outside the door of someone else's room, and cursed: "Damn it, let those two monsters run away...uh!"

The moment he was caught by the throat, the fighting skills he learned a few days ago made him instinctively elbow backwards, knocking back the attacker and turning around quickly.

The young man clutched his neck that was almost broken, and the moment he saw the man's clothes clearly, he quickly realized what happened. Regardless of the pain in his throat, he hurriedly shouted: "Wake up, everyone! Ferdinand's army is attacking!" It's-"

The sound of breaking resounded through the sky.

……

When the news of Augustine's outbreak came out, Ferdinand's military began to make moves, but they did not dare to act rashly due to the obstruction of the Holy See of the Holy Light.

Now that the Holy See of the Holy Light has issued a declaration of war, it is obvious that they want to take advantage of Augustine's turmoil to seize control of the royal family, and they are not allowed to get a share of the pie?

The military mobilized troops immediately and launched an attack from a direction different from that of the Holy See of Holy Light to avoid conflicts. As for who can carve up more of Augustine's land resources in the end, it depends on luck.

Karami is adjacent to the national border and is the first town they plan to conquer.

There were not many advance troops, but they were all elite. The ultimate goal of this night attack was to massacre the town without anyone noticing it, so as not to let the news spread.

However, no one thought that this seemingly barren little place turned out to be a hard bone, hard to chew and teeth-gnashing.

At first their infiltration was extremely smooth.

Although the young man discovered and woke up the entire town, the elite soldiers did not panic at all—they had sent someone to guard the entrance and exit of the town in advance, and the townspeople would not be able to escape even if they woke up.

And these unarmed peasants just died in their stubborn resistance.

Even if they later found out that there were several young people holding iron swords and even wearing armor, they were only a little surprised.

Until a huge battle ax swept out across the air, instantly cutting two Ferdinand soldiers in half.

The splashed blood even stained the faces of the other invaders. They turned their heads in horror and saw an unimaginable scene—it was a tall skeleton with burning souls in its eye sockets.

On his shoulders sat a little dwarf.

Ronald put the dwarf craftsman on the ground, strode forward, jumped high, and slashed!

A Ferdinand soldier who was too late to dodge was cut in two.

The youths who had struggled against the enemy with iron swords were stunned, watching the unilateral slaughter by the skeleton instructor.

Ronald's attacking action did not pause at all, and a strong voice came from between his jaws: "What are you doing in a daze? As I said, the enemy will not wait for you to attack first. Your swords are just decorations? Why don't you return them to the dwarves?" Rebuilt!"

The dwarf who was put on the ground was already screaming and knocking out a Ferdinand soldier who was trying to kidnap a woman with a hammer.

"Ah..." The young men came to their senses, wiped the blood from their faces, and regained their grip on the swords in their hands.

Shouting at the top of his voice, he rushed up to meet the enemy: "Come on!"

After Ronald joined, the situation of the battle was completely reversed. Ferdinand's soldiers, who had been winning, were crushed unilaterally and had no power to fight back.

They also saw the problem and decided to solve the tall skeleton first.

The elite soldiers swarmed up, temporarily abandoning the other enemies, and concentrated their attack on Ronald. There were even two hands and tomahawks that hugged him forcefully, just like the scene where the youths beat up the instructor yesterday.

The enemy was outnumbered, but the skeleton instructor didn't panic at all. He kicked the soldier who was trying to hold him back, and his body rotated at high speed with the battle ax, throwing all the surrounding enemies out, and slammed into the wall of the house.

Soldiers who passed out fell from the wall one after another, revealing huge spider web-like cracks behind them.

The big skull touched the bare skull, feeling a bit embarrassed: "Whose wall is this, do you have to pay for it if it breaks? I can't repair it?"

Young people: "..."

As long as your eyes are not blind, you can guess after witnessing this scene that the skeleton instructor was completely giving way to them yesterday.

But what did they do?

— beat the instructor severely.

"No way." Ronald sighed, "Who asked His Highness to entrust you to me before leaving."

After thinking about it, he was still a little unhappy, and added: "What a bunch of brats."

On the way to the battlefield in the carriage, the baron badge in his pocket kept shaking. Syl took it out and looked at it, and found that the reputation value that had already increased a lot had dropped to a critical point.

He thought for a while, realized that something might have happened in the town, and drove back immediately after sending Melotti and others to the front line.

I was so sleepy at night that I slept in the coffin for a while.

After waking up, he hurried on his way again, and arrived near Karami before noon.

From far away, you can see the swaying fires of the houses in the town, teeth and claws, completely no longer the peaceful scene of the old town.

The only way in and out of Karami is guarded by two soldiers. Judging from their clothing, they should be from Ferdinand's troops.

Syl probably guessed what happened. When the ghost carriage was approaching, he put one foot on the shaft of the carriage and flew in front of him. The Sword of Judgment knocked down two soldiers, then fell back on the fast-moving carriage, and entered along the main street. small town.

The house was set on fire, and gunpowder smoke was everywhere. There were several corpses lying on the street, most of them were soldiers of Ferdinand, and some old women and old men curled up in the alley with their infant babies in their arms, their eyes full of horror and fear.

Although it was a mess, the battle in the town seemed to be coming to an end. It was not until the end of the town that they saw a group of young men with iron swords and hoes chasing the fleeing Ferdinand soldiers.

Leading the way were skeletons and dwarves with hammers.

They rushed to the front of the crowd openly, and the black robes that were originally used to hide their faces had disappeared.

Seale:? ? ?

He just left for a day, what happened?

Seeing that the retreating soldiers were about to cross the bridge across the border, Searle couldn't care less, left the carriage, rushed forward, and jumped on top of the last deserter.

"Tat-tat-tat-tat."

Using the enemy's head as a foothold, Syl advanced quickly, and landed in front of everyone with a somersault.

The sword of judgment was unsheathed, and the sword cut off the way.

The first soldier was tripped by the gully cut out of the ground, and then with the sword mark as the boundary, a pure white flame suddenly shot up, blocking everyone's way.

Behind were the townspeople who were chasing after them. The few surviving soldiers had nowhere to escape and had no choice but to surrender. They were honestly tied up by the youths.

The border formed by the flames obstructed the line of sight, and the townspeople did not see Syl on the other side. Several youths escorted the captive back to the town, and the rest surrounded Ronald. You look at me, and I look at you.

"Teacher, instructor, thank you for saving us."

"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."

Ronald touched his skull and responded carelessly: "Just hit it twice, I don't feel any pain anyway."

"I can understand you, who is not like this when you first joined the army?" He looked at the blood-stained young soldiers in front of him, and then said, "But you have also seen that if you don't suffer a little bit, get a little tired, and don't work hard in training, when you arrive On the battlefield, what is lost is life."

"War is so cruel."

Ronald sat down cross-legged on the spot, and told his younger generation about his experience like a middle-aged uncle with a story: "Before I entered the Palace Guard, I served five years in the army, and retired with a disability. Back to the capital with our comrades-in-arms, when we drove all night, we were still wearing blood-soaked clothes with holes in the soles of our shoes."

"We thought that after being away from home for so long, it would be better to go home and see our relatives, so we went to the stall to pick out new clothes and shoes, but my comrades-in-arms' shoes didn't work out in the end."

"why?"

The soul fire in the skull's eye sockets danced slowly, "Because the stall owner said that his shoes are sold in pairs."

The young people were silent one after another. After a while, whoever made the first promise: "Instructor, please continue to teach us, I will definitely study hard."

"Me too!"

"Please stay!"

Ronald got up: "I didn't say I was leaving, did I?"

He put the tomahawk on his back, and suddenly realized that something was missing, and immediately shouted: "Holt!"

"Where did the little man go?"

Looking around, Ronald found the dwarfs surrounded by women.

The dwarf was holding a warhammer, wearing a wreath on his head, and was still gnawing on toast. A woman gestured at him with her finger, saying that she would make him a small suit that fit him when she went back.

Ronald: "..."

Searle: "..."