The Emerald Tower

　　 Dean has a considerable impression of the militia guards in front of him-of course, not now, but in the future!

This young man named Silon was born as a hunter, just like the other militiamen who came to Fecharen to serve in Tyre, but this young man has considerable talent, whether it is in leadership or in sword skills. Above, it is all like this; once in the Blood Moon War, it bloomed with its own light.

　　 However, unfortunately, this young man had just made his mark and died in a misinformation; the day before the sacrifice, the young man had just received baptism and became a real knight.

　　 Of course, that mistake was made by the original Molde.

　　 The tax officer who had been killed by Dean at this time absolutely did not allow any forces that did not belong to him to intervene in the Fecharen Knights.

　　Although after the death of the other party, the Grand Duke Emerald's thorough investigation, the deeds of this young man were announced and he was regarded as the lord.

　　 However, people are already dead. What's the use of ratification?

　　 But this time, it's different!

Dean looked at this young man with'knight aptitude', and had already classified the opponent into his own camp in his heart-Molde is dead, and the opponent will definitely be more glorious than in history; regardless of whether it is the opponent personally Dean's strength, or the ability to command troops, is what Dean needs now.

　　 In fact, Dean needs everything now-whether it is talent or wealth.

　　 For that less than one year war!

　　 A **** war!

　　 Of course, Dean would never say anything to the young man in front of him. In order to make things easier, he still had a noble tone and asked slowly and clearly: "Soldier, what is your name?"

　　 "Si, Xilun, Lord Knight!"

　　 The young militia stammered in reply-obviously, it was a great honor to be asked by a nobleman for his name, and he was a little bit appalled.

　　 "Very good! Xiron, now summon all the soldiers, I have one thing to announce!"

　　 Dean nodded, and ordered like this.

　　 The young militiaman and his companions looked at each other and ran towards the barracks. After a while, the barracks’ alarm bell appeared——

　　 Clang, clang!

　　 There is no melodious bell in the central square of the Emerald City. On the contrary, the bell in this barracks is more of a rush and harshness.

　　 After a while, all the militiamen began to gather towards the square in front of the barracks. Of course, don’t expect the so-called "tidy queue".

　　Being able to chop side by side, not very messy into a cluster, Dean was already satisfied.

And this is not the credit of the former leader of Fecharen, but the skills these young people inherited from their parents-just a glance, Dean can be sure that this is a kind of alert queue when hunters enter the mountain. .

　　 Although it can’t compare to the real knights’ queue, it’s better than nothing, right?

　　 What's more, the real team of knights, in this snow-filled Tyre collar, is also very useful-here, the function of the horse is reduced to a minimum.

　　 Except for a few special and well-known places, even the former head of the Fecharen Knights had to walk.

　　 There is no real queue, and naturally there is no so-called report.

　　 However, Dean, who was standing on the stage, had already counted the entire Knight Order silently--

　　 "Thirty-one people in total..."

　　 Dean sighed secretly in his heart. It is obviously impossible to deal with a war with such a number of people; however, what about the full-staffed Knights of Fecharen?

　　 According to the title and territory of Baron Tyre, the number of knights in a place should be around a hundred.

　　 But a hundred people, thrown into the battlefield of tens of thousands of people, can splash a few splashes. Unless a hundred people are knight-level, it is possible to be a surprise soldier and reverse the entire war.

　　 But, let alone Tyre, even in the Emerald Kingdom there is no such a hundred knight team.

　　 Although there was a legend in the past, it is just a legend.

　　 People in the Emerald Kingdom have basically heard of the legend of the "Emperor-Ailu", but I am afraid only children believe in it.

　　 And, as the children grow up, such stories will be denied from the bottom of my heart.

　　 After all, it is impossible for hundreds of knights to "cross the sky". What's more, although the knights jump higher than ordinary people, it is obviously a joke to want to "cross the sky".

From the bottom of his heart, Dean admired the "female emperor" who had turned the tide on the entire Jade Kingdom, but he did not believe in the legend of "crossing the sky". When it reaches the golden rank, human beings have the real power to break free from the earth.

　　 And one hundred golden knights are obviously a joke.

　　 Add up the entire Gold rank powerhouse of Godz, maybe not enough!

　　 "The number must be expanded!"

　　 Dean thought this way in his heart, and then further revised his plan, but his face still showed the aristocratic temperament from the emerald capital.

　　Since these militiamen had misunderstood, Dean didn't mind letting their misunderstanding go deeper, after all, it would be quite helpful for his next plan.

"Everyone, I have to announce that I have temporarily become your new regimental leader-of course, after the return of the Potts regiment, I will hand over the position of the regimental leader to the other party; however, during this period, I am you. Commander of! Therefore, you need to obey my orders. Anyone who dares to defy..."

Dean didn’t finish, but the militiamen on the scene nodded their heads to show that they knew. Although these young people didn’t learn any other useful skills during their service in the Knights, they knew a lot about what they said. ; At least, it is much better than a simple mountain man.

　　 "Very good!"

Seeing the militiamen nodding their heads, Dean nodded in satisfaction. He paced slowly on the stage-said it was lifted, but it was actually a bracket made of a few wooden boards. There was nothing standing on it. Question, but it is obviously impossible to walk as if it is on the parade.

　　 Therefore, Dean walked back and forth several times in just a few steps, and stopped such a reactive move.

However, in the eyes of the militiamen in the audience, this was not the case. The graceful but majestic behavior was only seen in their lord, the baron; even... even more than that of the baron. To be convincing--a few younger militiamen added in my heart.

　　 So, when Dean produced a temporary appointment letter ‘written’ by Potts the next moment, none of the militia raised objections.

　　 Dean was unexpectedly simple, and the highest leader of the entire Knight Order became him.

　　 In this regard, Dean once again despised Potts's arbitrary style of acting. Except for the attendants, no one was close to him.

　　 "If it weren't for the force to exceed too much, I am afraid that someone would have killed it long ago!"

　　 Dean thought about it, and then put away the appointment letter "written" by Potts-of course it was false, but if it was true, the next step would come.

　　 "Siron, Xiron!"

　　 Dean stood in front of the queue and shouted.

　　 "Here, here, here I am, Lord Knight!"

　　 The young militia squeezed out from behind the crowd and stood in front of Dean.

　　 "Where is Captain Potts' room? Take me there! Remember, I will be called Captain from now on!"

　　 Dean said like this, the young militia immediately led the way, but Dean didn't really enter Potts's room, just stood at the door and glanced at it before returning to the front of the queue again.

　　 "Now, you want me to report your name and position! Xilun, start with you!"

　　 Dean looked around the young people present, and then set his gaze on Silen again.

　　 "Yes, ride... Captain-Xiron, Captain!"

　　The young militiaman said first.

　　 "Ike, Captain!"

　　 Another young militiaman also stood up.

　　 "Chad, infantry!"

　　 "Mach, auxiliary soldiers!"

　　……

The militiamen in front of him reported their names and positions one by one, while Dean quickly remembered. When the last voice fell, he had already written down the simple information of the thirty-one people in front of him~www.readwn.com~ ——This is not too difficult. Being a killer and an assassin is just one of the foundations.

　　 "Siron, are you on duty today?"

　　 Dean asked.

　　 "Yes, leader!"

The young militia captain nodded, but in the next moment, he became a little panic, because in front of him, his new captain frowned, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little bit of dissatisfaction. For this great background, Captain Potts was willing to provoke the young nobleman who could only be put aside far away, but Xiron had considerable fear in his heart.

　　 After all, they all saw Riddle's miserable appearance that day.

　　‘Nobles are the most moody people! ’

　　 What's more, with Tyre's famous saying in front of him, Xiron was even more afraid to care.

　　 And just as Xiron was about to be overwhelmed by inexplicable fear, Dean spoke again—

　　 "What's the matter with your clothes? What about cotton clothes? Why not wear cotton clothes!"

　　 Dean asked, seemingly puzzled.

　　 Suddenly, Xiron was taken aback, and the militiamen behind him were also taken aback.

　　 After a long time, Xiron said with an expectation, "Captain Potts said, this is a history for young people..."

　　 "Fart!"

　　 Dean interrupted the other party's words.

　　PS is decadent and asks for support~~~All kinds of hard-pressed ask for support~~~