Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

hum~

In the golden coffin, a mummy wearing a golden battle armor and a golden helmet with a sun pattern suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light instantly illuminated the small space.

"who is it?!"

Amenhotep roared.

"How long has it been since then?!"

After roaring, the king of Zandiri was stunned. Through magic and the hourglass of time in the golden coffin, he learned that the time he was awakened this time was only a few decades. This discovery made him angry and at the same time... More confusion came.

what happened?

Is it that damn pirate again?

He remembered that the last time he woke up, a pirate named Indigo Ross came to plunder his wife's tomb with audacity.

At that time, he led an army to chase him into the sea and fought with him for several days and nights before recovering the treasure and the gold coffin containing his wife.

But on the way back, his ship was attacked by a sea monster, causing him to accidentally fall into the water.

Fortunately, he has an immortal body that allows him to walk on the bottom of the sea.

Relying on magic, he walked back to the coast of Zandiri.

It was just that a large amount of overloaded magic made his already broken body even more dilapidated. Therefore, he could only order the army that had recently awakened to fall asleep again, and he himself had to return to the golden coffin to rest.

Amenhotep thought for a long time, and finally decided to go out and take a look. After all, there was a lesson learned from the fact that his wife was stolen. What if something happened again?

kah~

Obsessed with gold, the Tomb King did not break the door violently like those resurrected undead, but carefully controlled the force to slowly push it open.

"My clay pot!"

The Tomb King who sat up screamed, and then jumped out of the coffin at a speed that was seriously inconsistent with his body shape. With trembling hands, he touched the fragments of the clay pot mixed with the pile of gold coins.

"Damn, these are antiques that have been passed down for thousands of years!"

The roar filled the entire tomb.

"I will peel off your skin, use your flesh and blood to awaken the most powerful chariot guard, and I will personally drive the chariot to crush the bones of you and your accomplices!"

Amenhotep jumped up and down angrily. Although he didn't know who the culprit was, he had already thought of how to punish him.

"Zandiri, your king is back!"

After the Tomb King finished venting his anger, he turned around and picked up a golden staff from the coffin. The top of the staff is also a sun pattern decorated with countless gold lines, which is the symbol of his faith, the sun god Petra.

Huh?

Why say it again?

The Tomb King waved his staff to wake up the army while wondering in his heart.

......

Just as the old king of Zandiri awoke his army from beneath the ground.

All the cavalry units of Bretonnian Expeditionary Knights, large and small, have arrived at the south gate of Teldrassil to meet up, except for the distant Knights of Bright Flame who are still on their way on horseback.

As for the large troops responsible for siege and consumption?

Bretonnian Infantry Group: We are still on the way...

As we all know, the tactics of the Bretonnian knights have always been to first use a large number of peasant troops to consume the enemy, and then wait for the disdainful peasant archers and trebuchets controlled by the peasants to attack the enemy formation for a round, and then proudly ride on The war horses charged in from the flanks and rear.

No one in the Bator Knight Alliance, which has assembled a large-scale legion at this moment, thought of changing this subtle method of warfare.

After all, it is only natural for the old farmers they swore to protect to become cannon fodder.

On weekdays, noble knights will never arrive at the battlefield before the cannon fodder troops. Those who can follow them are enough to be called knight models. Most of the time, they plan their time and set off leisurely.

Now this rare sight is just the result of the sudden appearance of the prophetess and her constant urging.

A large number of apprentices of the Lady of the Lake, who had never appeared in this miserable world before, appeared in large numbers. Almost all knights of comparable size had these beautiful and mysterious, but cold-faced figures.

"Greetings to you, Your Majesty the Saint."

The knights of Bretonnia were strong, but they could only stare at the tall city wall that suddenly appeared. Therefore, after simply setting up camp, many knights could only stare and chat.

At this time, the leader of a small knighthood that had dealings with the "Credit Department Store" approached the War Saint.

"Knight, what do you want?"

Herpans spat out a few words expressionlessly, and his cold tone and scrutinizing eyes were like ice picks that pierced the leader's heart.

"Uh, I'm... fine."

Pierre House forced a smile on his face and said.

As the leader of the Iron Sword Knights, he originally asked the Saint for the reasons for attacking the Duke of the East on behalf of all the members. After all, without this generous Duke, even the maintenance and replacement of equipment for a small knights like them would have become a problem. question.

Although the members of the Knights all come from noble families, once they take this path, it means that there is no legitimate reason to apply for funding from the family.

Originally, they could still survive by selling spoils of war and meager subsidies from the king.

But who would have thought that this shipping would be blocked by the inexplicable fighting initiated by the border countries...

Fortunately, Duke Chen Sheng appeared in time.

He generously proposed an installment payment model, using green skins to offset gold coins...

Everyone was very excited at first, but when they realized it, they knew that this was just a disguised form of funding, and they also thoughtfully provided a convenient step for their face.

Therefore, every knight who received his favor was grateful to the duke.

Until now, the Knights of the Iron Sword still have two installment payments that have not yet been paid.

The knights of Bretonnia are not deadbeats, especially when facing a duke.

"How's it going? Is there any misunderstanding?"

Seeing Pierre returning to the camp, a knight with a small silver shield on his helmet walked quickly towards him.

"do not know……"

"Ah? Don't you know, Your Excellency the Saint?"

Alvin Schneider was stunned when he heard this. The Silver Shield Knights and the Iron Sword Knights he led had always been dispatched together, so everyone was very interested in Pierre going to the Saint to ask the reason.

"No, she didn't say, I feel..."

"Feel what?"

"The saint looks like a different person!"

Pierre House looked around cautiously before quickly whispering his guess.

"Ah? If you say that, I feel like something is not right with Earl John..."

"Those prophetesses?"

"hiss……"

"Shh!"

The good friends were instantly frightened by their guesses. They quickly stood face to face in fear. Their hands were tightly held together for a few seconds before they returned to normal.

Call ~

They took a careful look to make sure no one was paying attention, and then let out a long breath.