Chapter 13

Time goes on and on, the crescent moon hanging in the night becomes more and more dim, and the dawn of dawn is looming.

"Is this the power of the mage? It's really amazing!"

Even though his inner sense of crisis has not dissipated, modrian still has to praise the work efficiency of war masons and pry the mysterious power of nature.

In one night, the dilapidated sentry posts abandoned by the Kingdom reappeared. The earth rammed city wall became harder after magic treatment. The towering sentry tower stood like a giant. The wind and snow accumulated inside had been treated. It looked a little clean and tidy.

"Lord modrian, the Sentry can only be repaired to this extent, and the rest need the help of the workers." the war stonemason led by him bowed in front of modrian.

Crane foggs, the captain of the war stonemason, wrapped his strong body in gray lock armor, clenched a thick iron staff in his hand, with slight energy fluctuations.

"Hard work, crane!" modrian nodded. "How many people can be stationed in the repaired sentry?"

"Lord modrian, it is preliminarily estimated that about 300 people can be stationed." crane replied after meditation according to what he knew about the sentry.

"However, I explored the surrounding environment, which is a very good favorable terrain. If Lord modrian needs more places, we can expand and build."

"So, my choice is pretty good!" modrian shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Dreus, do you have any suggestions for the name of the sentry?"

When the voice fell, crane also looked up at dreus. Although they were called, they all had their own memories. Obviously, dreus had an extraordinary influence on them.

If the war Masons are unconditionally loyal to modrian from the depths of their soul, they are full of worship and awe for dreus, which is the feedback from the depths of memory.

"Follow Lord modrian's advice," said dreus, with a slight bow, rejecting modrian's request.

"Well, it's called tunwobao. I hope it will become an unbreakable fortress in the future." modrian said with a smile, with inexplicable brilliance in his brown pupils.

Dig Fort Wo!

Dreus was a little confused when he thought of the name. It was not just him, crane and the other three war masons who looked at the sentry in front of him. It was the memory of the Knox empire.

The cold night shrouded, modrian, who wanted to enter the digging fort, suddenly stopped, and his heart throbbed. It seemed that there was a danger approaching.

Following his intuition, modrian strolled to the cliff on the hillside. Through the light moonlight, there were a few figures at the foot of the mountain, as if looking for something.

"Did you find it? It's a spirit of perseverance!" modrian half narrowed his eyes and thought silently. Looking back, he looked at the fort dug, and finally he made up his mind.

The dark green data stream emerges in the pupil. Modrian calls out the hero alliance system. The number of blue essence is clearly displayed between the shifts of consciousness.

[Name: modrian Peris]

[strength: quasi Knight (scarlet breathing method)]

[blue essence: 105 points]

[orange essence: 0 points]

[item: none]

Before entering the town of ewendell, modrian decomposed the magic items given by Uncle Benny. After that, the number of blue essence was enough for a random selection, and now the time was just right.

[host, are you sure to conduct a random selection of hero alliance?]

When consciousness touched the blue essence, the cold prompt of the system sounded in his ears, and modrian did not hesitate to make a choice.

[yes!]

It is still a simple and systematic style, without any strange and gorgeous phenomenon. An ancient card densely covered with black figures appears in the items.

[Ding... Congratulations to the host. You have won the noxas imperial cavalry * 100!]

Disappointment and surprise appeared on modrian's face. He didn't expect that random selection was not necessarily a hero, but a random selection of relevant arms in the hero alliance universe, and even more unknowns.

Modrian looked up at crane foggs in front of him. He should have thought of it long ago, but the desire for heroes in his heart occupied the thinking space.

The cold breeze was blowing on his melancholy face. Modrian looked at several figures gathered at the foot of the mountain. He felt more or less regret and missed a taste of the style of a hero.

"Noxas imperial cavalry? I hope I won't be too disappointed, the ace cavalry in Valoran."

[summon: Knox Empire cavalry * 100!]

The black cards are broken into strands of dark green data flow, and a huge six pointed star array is drawn on the wide hillside, with complex and mysterious runes flashing scarlet.

The light of dawn poured quietly on the six pointed star array like running water, setting off with the scarlet color, as if shrouded in a thin fog, masking the increasingly transparent night.

Creak!

The six pointed star array dispersed like ashes in the wind, and the heavy iron door of the dig Fort opened slowly. With the dull sound of horses' hoofs, a neat and orderly cavalry team rode out of the dig fort.

The neighing of the red war horse sounded from time to time, the dark armor was wrapped around the body, the cold eyes were under the half armor, and the black cavalry gun in the hand pointed at the earth obliquely, reflecting a little cold light.

The horse's hooves sounded like thunder, and a man rushed out of the square of the Knights of the Knox empire. Ten meters away from modrian, he dismounted and walked with firm steps.

"Gregory bell, see Lord modrian!" Gregory took off his helmet, showed a firm and heavy young face, and half knelt.

[the Knights of the Knox empire are the most experienced military forces in the Knox empire. They wear dark armor and hold sharp lances. They are loyal to the Empire and leaders and have been opening up territory for the Knox Empire all their lives.]

Gregory bell, centurion of the Knights of the Knox Empire, was a brave, low-level officer who was good at fighting

After receiving the detailed information from the system, modrian came forward to pick up Gregory and said with a smile, "welcome, Gregory."

"It's my honor to be loyal to you!" Gregory said respectfully, lowering his head.

It's an interesting phenomenon. It seems that every noxan treats his loyal leaders in this way, which breaks the inherent impression of the noxan empire in modrian's memory.

Cruelty? No, it's just that for the enemy, loyalty is one of the essential qualities of a Knox soldier.

Modrian looked at dreus behind him, the four war masons, and the arrayed Knights of the Knox Empire, and turned to look at the tunwaugh castle in the light of dawn.

Fate is in hand, and the opportunity for change is close at hand. I will let everyone face up to my existence, rather than look at me with the eyes of mediocrity.

......................

The faint moonlight became more and more dim, leaving lines of hoof marks on the pale snow. The war horses in chain armour walked slowly in the renwal mountains, and the figure on their back was as firm as a dry stone.

Hey, law!

The horse's neighing sounded, and Maltz wells gently pulled the reins with his right hand and stroked his mane to calm the restless horse.

At this time, a blue figure fell straight from the sky, then shook his wings, brought a slight cold wind, and steadily stayed on Maltz's shoulder.

"Did you find it?" Maltz asked softly, wiping the blood off the Jackdaw's beak.

The jackdaw, like a man, nodded his small and exquisite head, and the dry and ugly sobs echoed in Maltz's ears.

Without paying attention to the coquettish of jackdaws, Maltz looked up at the light of dawn in the night, his legs suddenly clamped his horse's belly, and his dark blue cloak rose with the wind and shuttled through the dark night.

"Let's go, this operation, leave no survivors!"

As Maltz left first, the wolf thieves who followed him shouted like wild animals, tearing up the quiet night, and the savage and bloodthirsty breath shrouded the wolf thieves in the north of the kingdom.