"Of course, I guarantee that you will feel the 'best service'."
After teasing the young man with a half-joking tone, Serena quickly got down to business. She began to explain the training of the feudal knights in detail, sometimes even standing up to demonstrate personally. Not long after, the two of them were talking and laughing. Many people who saw this scene had a strange expression on their faces.
"Oh my god!
Are my eyes playing tricks on me?
That she-devil Serena is actually smiling!
Could it be that she has taken a fancy to that red-haired boy? "A knight secretly asked his companion.
"Who knows? Maybe she likes young boys who are still underage. Otherwise, why is she still single at the age of twenty-five?" Another knight speculated maliciously.
In fact, these soldiers were not the only ones who had the same thought. Even the Baron's son, Byron, opened his mouth wide in shock. "Sir Alphonso, are my eyes playing tricks on me?
Is that really Serena?
Why does it feel like another person? "
The old knight stroked the short beard on his chin, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes. "It seems that our guide does have some skills. You must know that to tame a 'wild horse', not only does one need to possess the corresponding strength, but also extraordinary intelligence."
"Hahahaha!
Sir, this analogy is very appropriate. It seems that you must be an expert in this field. "Byron laughed and patted the old man's shoulder.
"But in the long run, this might not be a bad thing. If Serena really marries a commoner, then you at least don't have to worry that the fief you have bestowed upon her will be swallowed up by other nobles." After saying that, Alphonso leaned against a tree trunk and closed his eyes to rest silently.
Even though the feudal knight had a strong physique, he was after all old, and his energy was no longer comparable to a young man's. Furthermore, he did not know how many days the pursuit would last, so he tried to rest as much as he could to accumulate more energy.
As the night grew deeper, most of the people had already fallen asleep. Other than the soldiers on night watch, only Serena and André were still sitting by the campfire and discussing in low voices.
In fact, André, who had not rested for the past two days, was already so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open. However, the notifications in his retina forced him to stay awake. After all, the earlier he had a profession, the more protection he would have in this dangerous world.
"Receiving information about the feudal knight's profession!"
"Please pay attention and maintain focus!"
"Current progress 35%."
…
However, humans were not machines after all. After another half an hour, the young man, who was already at the end of his rope, finally lost consciousness unknowingly. Not long after, he began to snore softly.
The female knight couldn't help but smile and shake her head. She muttered to herself, "What an interesting person. You make people forget about your age.
Good night, Sir Little Lord. "
The Black Forest in autumn was not peaceful, especially at night. All sorts of insects and frogs were chirping loudly, and occasionally, one or two beast roars could be heard from afar.
However, it wasn't a threat to the party that was resting. Normal beasts and wolves didn't dare to approach them. The dangerous aura that the four feudal knights emitted was enough to make the sensitive beasts avoid them.
However, no one noticed that a cloud of black smoke suddenly emerged from behind a pine tree not far away. It kept changing as if it was alive. Not long after, it formed a whirlpool that seemed to lead to another place.
Suddenly!
A person appeared in the center of the whirlpool. He looked extremely terrifying. His entire face was just skin and bones, and his hair was covered with maggots and lice. His eyes were constantly flashing with an evil light.
He observed the situation in the camp from above. Half a minute later, he let out a creepy laugh. "Hehehehe!
Living people!
So many living people!
And there are four of them!
Wonderful!
Wonderful!
With so many test subjects, I'll definitely be able to complete the final research.
Come, come quickly! I must obtain immortality!
Victor III, your descendants will die by my hands one by one, and your kingdom will be destroyed in the chaos!
Just you wait! Just you wait! Once I obtain immortality, I will immediately begin to realize all of this! "
There was no trace of life in the voice. It sounded like it came from the world of the dead. Although it was loud, the soldiers on night duty didn't seem to hear it at all. Only André, who was sleeping soundly, frowned slightly.
The black smoke came and went quickly. In the blink of an eye, it had completely disappeared, leaving not even a trace behind.
It was obvious that this team under Baron Iversen had been targeted by a powerful evil force. However, no one knew about this. Bain, who was in charge of leading the team, was still dreaming of killing the necromancer and receiving praises from countless people.
Danger had arrived!
André would never have dreamt that an originally easy mission would have unexpected complications …
The night passed uneventfully. Early the next morning, André, who hadn't rested enough, was woken up by Serena. After cleaning himself up, the group ate some dry rations and continued to follow the traces of the undead, all the way to the northwest.
As the weather was particularly good these few days, there was neither rain nor snow. Therefore, the traces left behind by the undead creatures were very clear. There was no need to look for it to be seen clearly, especially the black liquid that emitted a rotten smell. It was as conspicuous as a light in the night.
After three days of hurrying, they finally passed through the dense Dark Forest and arrived at the more dangerous perimeter of the frozen wastelands.
Looking at the vast expanse of barren land, André exhaled a breath of white air. He turned his head and said to Byron, "This is the furthest I've ever been. If we go any further, we'll reach the unknown territory.
I personally suggest that we don't go any further. Otherwise, if we encounter a large scale orc tribe, the cavalry alone won't be enough.
In addition, the winter wolves and snow bears are also a big problem. Once we meet them, we'll definitely die. "
"Damn it!
Are we giving up after chasing for so long? "Byron waved his fist forcefully, a trace of unwillingness on his face.
It was obvious that this young man, who had yet to suffer any setbacks, couldn't accept such an outcome. He longed to bring the necromancer's head back, and not give up halfway like now.
Alphonso glanced at the depressed expression of the baron's son and sighed slightly, "Sigh … Can't we really go a little further?
After all, we've already chased this far. It's too much of a pity to give up just like this. "
The old knight was well aware of how big of a threat a necromancer could pose. Therefore, he didn't want to give up so easily. Moreover, killing a spellcaster was a rare glory for every feudal knight.