This lich needs more money

Fanxing used coercion and inducement to obtain 300 militiamen from several small lords, including Porcupine Knight.

Not willingly, but they had no choice.

Otherwise, if these ten paladins go crazy, they can hack them all to death and then leave calmly.

Don't tell Fanxing about kindness and rules. Black Knights are the least rule-y when necessary. Otherwise, how could the Lion Empire have conquered such a large territory by relying only on those like ascetic monks and saints and paladins.

The Porcupine Knight sent away eighty people with great sadness. Although Fanxing gave a lot of money, the operation of the territory cannot rely on cash alone. The most important thing is the population. A large number of people have died in a battle, and now dozens of young men have been sent away. The porcupine knight is worried about next year's farming.

Just pretend that these people are dead. After all, they are going to fight the terrifying lich. Maybe they can only be used as cannon fodder to consume the magic power of the lich.

Under the special hobby of the Creator God, most situations on this continent are that the power of individuals is higher than the power of the group.

The ones that are widely circulated are heroic epics, not stories of people uniting to achieve victory.

Therefore, in many high-end battles, the role of small soldiers is minimal. In most cases, they can only serve as the atmosphere group or the background before the strong man explodes.

In the last Lich crusade, the fate of the militiamen in various territories well proved this statement.

But the Lion Empire is a little different.

Thanks to the tradition left by the founding emperor, they put the interests of mankind at a very high level, almost equal to their beliefs. And with a population of hundreds of millions, the Lion Empire cannot rely on a few strong men to protect so many mortals.

How to make ordinary humans play a role is a question that people in Lane have been thinking about for generations.

Different cultural traditions will create different social civilizations. While others are desperately thinking about how to upgrade individuals, the Lane Empire has developed a method that allows civilians to threaten the strong.

Fanxing, riding a celestial war horse, stood in front of this group of sallow-looking militiamen.

They really gave to people. Although they were not very young, each lord selected the weakest ones, and some even used serfs to supplement the number.

Fanxing didn't mind, because in his opinion, even well-trained militiamen were no different from underfed serfs.

The halo of vitality unfolds, making these suffering people feel rare comfort.

Fanxing rode a celestial war horse and walked slowly around the crowd. As he walked, he said: "You should already know that I bought you from various lords this time to deal with that lich, which you have encountered before. Then he was completely defeated by the terrible undead in his hands."

Mentioning that desperate scene, many people's legs became weak. If it weren't for the blessing of the energetic aura, they would have knelt down long ago.

"Very good, it seems that I don't need to waste time explaining to you the horrors of the undead. But what do you have to be afraid of? In your life experience, what difference does it make if you die earlier or later? Heavy work, In terms of long-term hunger and repeated pain every day, you are not much different from livestock.

"You have never lived as a real human being. Your life is meaningless. To this continent, you can't even cultivate an area comparable to that of a cow."

Fanxing's words seemed to have some kind of strange magic power. They were neither beatings nor curses. A few words filled them with anger when they were already numb.

But they just shut their mouths tightly, lowered their heads, and did not dare to look at the stars with their angry eyes.

"Keep your anger, my compatriots, humans should not live like this. And today, what I give you is the opportunity to become human again. As long as you can survive the war, you can become citizens of the Lane Empire, I Make a promise in the name of the Holy Light, and you will get your own land, your own house, and your own life."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the paladin bathed in the holy light.

They would definitely not believe what other nobles said about giving land and houses.

But the paladin just swore by the holy light!

How to judge whether a Black Knight is lying? The easiest way is to ask him: "Do you dare to swear to the Holy Light?!"

Of course, doing so will most likely cause the Black Knight to use Holy Slash directly.

And Fanxing clearly swore to the Holy Light just now, which means that this is very likely to be true!

Seeing the shining eyes of these suffering people, Fanxing finally smiled. His goal had been achieved. As long as they had hope in their hearts, they could help him.

And the stars did not lie. The paladin swore to the holy light and dared not lie in the slightest, otherwise divine punishment would come immediately.

If they can really survive the coming war, the stars will surely bring them back to the Lion Empire and give them the promised land.

Fanxing spoke again: "Now, everyone, follow me into the city. You must eat first and then have a good rest."

Among the crowd, a thin young man stood up and said excitedly: "Rest? Master Paladin, shouldn't we start training? Isn't it a drag for us to go to the battlefield like this?"

Fanxing glanced at the young man in surprise. Although the mood of this group of people had been affected by him, some people dared to express their objections to him. This courage was not simple.

Fanxing asked: "Young man, what is your name?"

"Geronimo."

The boy read out a name that was very difficult to pronounce and did not sound like a common human name.

Fanxing recalled it and said in surprise: "The name from the time when the demon dragon ruled... Are you a remnant of the previous civilization?"

Before the establishment of the Lion Empire, the continent was ruled by the brutal dragon. In the end, the founding emperor of the Lion Empire killed the dragon and expelled all dragon races, allowing all races to be liberated.

The corpse of the demon dragon was also made into a national artifact of the Lion Empire.

Because the social and cultural environment during the reign of the Demon Dragon was completely different from the current Nine Kingdoms, the period during the Demon Dragon's reign was occasionally called a pre-civilization.

Although human beings lived a miserable life in that era, there are still a few branches of human beings who miss the era when dragons were king and maintain many of the cultures of that era. For example, the worship and sacrifice of the dragon, such as dragon language and dragon writing, etc.

The pronunciation of this young man's name has a slight tone of dragon language, and a knowledgeable paladin like Fanxing can tell it right away.

Perhaps because it is a victorious country, the Lion Empire adopts a tolerant attitude towards these remnants of the previous civilization. After all, the dragons have been driven away, and they are all fellow humans, and they will be assimilated sooner or later.

After thousands of years, the number of these dragon clan survivors has indeed become smaller and smaller. I didn't expect to encounter one here.

However, when Fanxing carefully inquired about Geronimo's origin, he found that the child did not know anything about the dragon clan. Apart from leaving the name, his parents did not teach him any dragon-related knowledge.

As for Geronimo's question, Fanxing explained: "The first sentence I learned was to praise the Holy Light. I began to undergo strict training at the age of seven. It has been twenty years now before I officially became a paladin. You guys It's impossible to transform yourself into a new person in just a few days. But don't worry, I won't let you be cannon fodder. Follow my orders, and I will let you display your due value on the battlefield. .”

Fanxing lovingly carried Geronimo onto his mount and led the young man and a group of serfs who had just gained hope towards the Alchemy City.

At this time, a thick cloud passed by in the distance, casting a shadow that made the stars raise their heads.

The weather has not been very good these days. There are always thick dark clouds, which gives the stars a bad feeling.

It was precisely because of this bad premonition that Fanxing kept reminding himself that he had to be more cautious and well-prepared.

But today's harvest should be enough, these three hundred people will become his strongest trump card.