The Magician of Rebirth

However, Flender's good wishes did not come true.

He underestimated the intensity of the battle. In just one day, he encountered 9 wars, large and small, evenly scattered in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and he had to change his advancing route frequently.The Gaston map in Friend's hand is the version he got when he was 19 years old.

So, back and forth, Flender got lost.

Since he couldn't reach his destination quickly, for safety's sake, Flender took off his uniform and adjusted his image a bit to make himself look more like an ordinary civilian displaced by the war, mixed with many refugees Among them, I slowly found my way based on my feeling.

In the event of a war, they resolutely adhere to the principle of being wise and safe and not helping each other, quietly hiding aside and pretending to be dead while supporting the wind wall, and continue walking after they finish fighting.I survived for nearly seven days in peace, and regained my sense of direction.

The reason why it is called "nearly seven days" is because Flender encountered another bad luck on the evening of the seventh day.

At that time, Flanders had just left the main force and headed north alone to the intended destination, but he encountered a cavalry group of about 500 people head-on.

The fine iron armor is well-crafted, but it is covered with dried blood without exception. The breath of blood and gunpowder blows at the face, and it can be seen that it has just experienced a fierce battle; training and the current situation is urgent.

Flender quickly stepped out of the way, tightened his shoulders, lowered his head, restrained his breath, and waited for the cavalry to pass by.

But seeing the leading knight wave his hand slightly, the whole team stopped.He stared at Flender with sharp blue eyes for a while, as if evaluating his danger, and then spoke indifferently.

"Take off your clothes."

Flender was slightly stunned, but immediately obediently took off the coat that had rolled on the blood-soaked ground and was obscured by the smoke from the artillery.The expression perfectly showed a daze and doubt, and he secretly raised his vigilance in his heart, silently evaluating the strength of this cavalry.

At the same time, the knight turned his head and said in a low voice: "My lord, Salaman's cavalry is chasing very closely. You can only pretend to be a refugee and find a way to wait for the city. Let's restrain the enemy first. If all goes well, we will soon Meet you."

"Mm. General, be careful in everything." Shang Qi's voice came with a bit of childishness.

A young man who was about the same size as Flender stepped out from the center of the team, jumped off his horse briskly, and took off the black cloak that wrapped his whole body.His delicate facial features twisted when he saw the miserable condition of the coat in Flender's hands.

The knight ignored his little dissatisfaction, and called out the names of several people in a deep voice. All the people who were called got off their horses neatly, took off their armor, helmets and swords, took off their bloody coats, and grabbed a few handfuls of dirt. , quickly made himself into a mess, and surrounded the boy in a seemingly loose formation.

When he heard the word "General", Flender's heart was shocked, and he calmly dissipated the magic power that was about to move.Gaston has only one general with blue eyes—Sharamon!

Watching the young man and his guards go away, Sharamon turned his head and ordered Flender, who was at a loss and looked anxious, "Put on the cloak and get on the horse. We are leaving."

"Go, where are you going?" Flender took two steps back warily, covering his chest with the cloak.

There was a faint sound of horseshoes in the distance, and Sharamon frowned. He rode forward and pulled Flender onto the horse. With a turn of the cloak, he covered his head and face, and easily restrained Flender. Rad danced and struggled.

The whole team followed closely behind, maintaining an orderly formation, and marched in the completely opposite direction to the boy's marching direction just now, and the horse's hooves made a crisp sound on the dirt.

"Listen, I don't care what your origin is, if you want to survive, you must cooperate with us honestly and don't try to play any tricks. I am Gaston's General Charamon." The deep voice came through the helmet It came, and the back was pressed against the cold breastplate.Flender stiffened his body, then gradually relaxed silently, giving up the unnecessary struggle.

'Ah la, what a beautiful acting! 'A voice full of admiration came from my mind.

'Thank you for the compliment.However, I have no confidence in fooling Charamon.His insight is very keen, and his guard is also very strong. '

'There's no need to fool him.No matter what he thinks, in the short term, he will protect you like the most loyal knight. '

'Ah, indeed.As he said, my best choice at the moment is to cooperate with him obediently. Flender lowered his head slightly, his face was covered with dust, and his blue eyes were as cold as cold stars.

After bumping on their horses for a long time, they had already shaken off the pursuers behind them.Sharamon ordered to rest temporarily by the stream.

Some of the knights dispersed to serve as sentries, while others dismounted silently to let their mounts drink water.Re-packing the wounds on the horse, occasionally whispering a few words, occasionally swearing, cursing the Salamans who should go to hell, and praying to Ilari to bless their prince.

Flender sat quietly on the side, trying to gather the scattered information revealed in their conversation, hoping to figure out his current situation.

In this way, the boy just now should be Gaston's prince.

Flender didn't understand that not long ago, the Gaston Empire had already begun to gradually recover the situation, putting a lot of pressure on the expeditionary Salaman army.What is the reason for this terrible situation: the famous general and the future heir of this country are being chased and exhausted like a bereaved dog.So much so that His Royal Highness the noble prince wanted to use the clothes of this refugee to escape.

Sharamon took off his helmet, walked up to Flender, and handed him a piece of dried beef.The slightly curly brown hair was wet with sweat and stuck close to the ears, making the facial lines more profound and resolute.

Flender seemed to be taken aback, hesitated for a while, and then silently took the beef, gnawing on the stream water, with unconcealable apprehension and panic in his eyes.

"Are you from Gaston?" A cold voice sounded.

"Huh?" Flender's hand trembled, and the beef that he had only eaten a few bites fell to the ground.

The eyes of many soldiers around looked over, focusing on Flender.

Flender hurriedly picked it up and held it tightly in his hands, with such force that his nails were deeply embedded in the beef.

Sharamon didn't say a word, his green eyes quietly stared at the boy in front of him who was trembling slightly but trying to keep calm.

"I see." The handsome general stood up and walked towards his horse.With his departure, the attention focused on Flender decreased a lot.

"Get ready, everyone, let's go."