before he was crowned king

Raindrops slapped on the stone bricks of the city wall. Under the dark sky, everyone's faces were stained with lingering haze.

"Those damned sub-orcs! They are a group of cannibals!" the guard on duty gritted his teeth.

"This is really a catastrophe for no reason." Another guard looked at the barrenness in front of him and sighed.

"Princess Tisifeng is right. There is no difference between sub-orcs and beasts. They will go berserk and hurt people, and they will spread terrible plagues. Their existence is useless! They'd better call here. If I meet them, I'm absolutely going to chop them all into minced meat!"

"Brother, calm down. The sub-orcs are extremely powerful. When they go berserk, even the noble magician will have nothing to do with them. To be honest, it is a miracle that so many people can escape. We have to thank this Heavy rain, otherwise we may not be able to defend them when they charge over."

"Don't say such despondent words! Princess Tisifeng will eradicate these bugs one day!"

The two guards were talking in low voices, and the noise of the rain made them ignore the footsteps behind them.

There was an inconspicuous wooden door at the top of the city wall. Sean looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he pushed the door open a small crack. After making sure that there was no one inside, he walked in and closed the door gently.

The structure of the battlements is roughly the same. In order to prevent sudden enemy attacks, this simple fortress composed of walls often has a place to store weapons and equipment.

According to his observation, behind this door should be an armory guarded.

By the dim candlelight, Sean saw several guard shields hanging on the wall, and then he quickly found the three boxes in the corner. He knelt down and took out the old shield from his waist. Jim forced his lock pick.

Now this thing actually comes in handy.

"Aren't you an aristocrat? Why do you still do such stealthy things as picking locks?" Herrell looked at the man with his ear on the box, "Apart from magic and childbirth, what else can you do?"

"Quiet." Sean said softly. Picking a lock is not an easy task. The slender lock pick is easy to break off, and what's worse, it will get stuck in the keyhole.

Because there is no real practice, the possibility of failure is very high.

All he could do was settle down and concentrate all his attention.

Tick ​​tock, the sound of a thin awl.

At a certain point, Sean's hand stopped, and he turned to the right.

The first box was successfully opened, and there were several shiny guard helmets inside.

After successfully prying open one, Sean was ready to seize the time to attack the other boxes.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" The closed door was suddenly opened, and the sudden situation made Sean's body tremble slightly.

An officer with a persistent torch pushed open the door and walked in at some point.

"But you made me quiet." There was a bit of schadenfreude in Herrell's tone.

"Stand up and turn around for me." The officer frowned and said sharply.

"Sorry, sir." Sean stood up unhurriedly, showing a somewhat reserved expression, "I'm new to the report, Lord Roy asked me to come here to pick up a set of equipment, and then join the patrol team earlier. "

"New here? Boy, what's your name?"

"Helaire." Sean respectfully retreated behind the officer, making way for him.

With the hands behind his back, he closed the half-open door again.

"Helaire? I haven't heard your name. But well, I know now." The officer thought for a while, with a serious tone, "I'll get you what you want, but remember! This is not where you can Come in wherever you want!"

"Thank you, sir." Sean moved forward slowly.

The officer turned his back and stretched out his hand to his belt, as if he was feeling for a key. At this moment, he seemed to have discovered something, and his movements stopped abruptly.

"How could this box—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was hit hard on the back of his neck, and he fainted.

Sean put the unconscious officer on the ground, his body was much stronger now than before.

Relying solely on strength, he would never have been able to knock out such a healthy adult by surprise.

"Human! How can you tell other people my name!" Herrell said sullenly, "It's really despicable and narrow-minded!"

"Sorry, I couldn't think of anything else just now." Sean said in a calm voice, while listening to Herrell's furious complaints, he quickly took off the officer's clothes and put them on himself.

Wearing a thick silver helmet, the dazzling blond hair is completely covered.

In an environment with unclear vision, Sean no longer looked any different from the patrolling soldiers on the city wall.

"All the money I've saved my whole life is still out there, please! Let me out."

"I want to go out, let me out, my lord! My child and wife are still outside!"

"I want to bury my daughter's body, please, please."

Some people were crowded at the gate of the city, and they cried and begged the guards to let them leave here one by one.

"No, Lord Roy has ordered us to let you out, and it's very dangerous outside now, no one knows how many sub-orcs there will be." The guards did not dare to use force, and could only try their best to persuade these poor displaced people People, I hope they can be more peaceful.

At this time, a soldier rode to the gate of the castle and shouted under the sound of rain: "Master Roy sent me out to deliver an emergency military report."

"Open the door." Hearing that it was the lord's order, the guard waved his hand towards the city wall without doubting him.

The closed suspension bridge creaked and fell down.

The horse's hooves stepped on the high and low country roads, splashing large swathes of water. After leaving the sight of the city wall guards, Sean grabbed the reins and turned over to dismount.

He is now on the edge of Sage Town.

The flames were extinguished in the heavy rain, but the black smoke on the thatched huts had not yet been extinguished.

In such bad weather, bows and arrows are no longer handy weapons.

Sean drew the longsword looted from the officer.

What Heleer said before was not accurate. There are actually many things he doesn't know, such as swordsmanship.

When fighting, nobles often have to lead the way.

Exquisite swordsmanship is also a basic skill that nobles need to master.

Sean had no chance to learn swordsmanship. After all, no one would expect a lame viscount who was pampered in the capital to lead an army and wield a long sword on the battlefield.

Blind action will lead to irreparable ending.

Sean returned to Sage Town to confirm some things, but he had no intention of risking his life.

Except for the crackling of rain, the village was as deserted as it had been when Sean left early in the morning.

The rusty smell of blood mixed with the moist air rushed into the nostrils, and Sean approached cautiously.And when he walked into the gate of Saiqi Town, a churning nausea surged up his throat without warning.

As far as the eye could see, there were charred and mutilated corpses on the ground.

One, two, three...or many are randomly piled up together, groups of flies don't need to be confused about who they were before they were alive, they just need to buzz around the swollen and white dead flesh .

Herrera's expression was indifferent, and her rosy eyes looked at the man who was holding a wooden post and hunched over his back.

Before returning here, Sean thought that he knew enough about the horrors of death that he could calmly witness the corpses in this place from the perspective of an unrelated person.

However, it is a pity that he still overestimated his delicate nerves, and the cruelty of violence easily broke through his psychological defense.

After a while, Sean wiped the corners of his mouth and straightened up until he was numb and passively adapted to everything.

At this moment, he could have ridden his horse and escaped from this stinking corpse immediately, but Sean chose to continue going deep into this devastated hell on earth.

This is another side of the Saint Via Empire that he has never touched.

The cruelty of reality hit Sean's soul hard, smashing the little bit of vain fantasy he had left.

Like the only ghost in this town, he walked quietly through the corpses and pools of blood, and he imprinted all the scenes in front of him in his heart.

"In the face of such a tragic event, why would the gods choose to stand on the sidelines?" Sean asked suddenly.

Helaier thought for a while, and said flatly: "Because such a thing is very common to the gods. Once thrown into the endless river of time, it will soon be submerged, and it is not worth mentioning."

"Gods measure the world by eternity, but human beings live in the present." Sean said softly, "Because the world seen by ants and elephants is different, elephants cannot save ants at all."

"Only the ants can save the ants."

"It's really interesting." Herrell cast her eyes on the man, "Are you ready to be the savior?"

"No, I can't do such a great thing." On this point, Sean is very self-aware.

Unknowingly, he walked to the place where Old Love was fighting. He found the arrows he left behind, but he didn't find the body of a dead sub-orc man.

"The corpse is gone." Sean knelt down and put his hand into the wet grass.

"Perhaps it was moved away by my companions." Herrell said casually.

During the search, something sharp stung Sean's hand.

It was a thin, transparent thing.

Sean frowned, and walked quickly to Resana's house.

He first walked into the forge at the back of the house, and found that the ironware made by Old Love was still in order.

Then he went into the house and found that the purse he had left on the table was also in its place.

Nothing of value was lost.The sub-orcs shouldn't have missed this house when they searched for wealth.

Obviously they even cleaned up the corpses of their own people in front, didn't they?

Sean pondered the anomaly, and a preposterous hypothesis had formed in his mind.

Just as he was about to leave here and go to other places to have a look, he suddenly stopped, holding the sword in his hand tightly.

The wooden door of his room was ajar, and a faint candlelight leaked through the gap.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-0420:25:22~2020-04-0520:57:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Don't delay me to see a beauty and a big star;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Lalaiye with beautiful scenery; 5 bottles of Yan Jue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!