Byrne, outside red blood castle.


    This is a small military camp, located outside the city of red blood castle, transformed from an abandoned sentry tower.


    After the tenth generation, Byrne was dismembered due to the loss of the Duke title of the Turin family. The Turin family, which is unable to support the huge cavalry army, is similar to abandoned sentry towers and knight fortresses, which can be found everywhere in the suburbs and wilderness of Byrne.


    The only well supplies the daily water for everyone in the whole sentry tower. Except for the broken wall of the sentry tower, there is only a circle of fences and ditches around them; The third floor sentry tower and the second floor leak rain, and the broken fireplace will cause a fire at any time; The bottom of the tower is the bedroom, and the only open space is both the playground and the canteen.


    It is such a dilapidated and shabby ruins of the sentry tower that no one would have expected to be the exclusive military camp of the "Duke of Byrne guard".


    Of course, at present, the guard is only a hundred people team with a nice name. In fact, there are only 96 people.


    Unlike the Turin wizard school, which looks like an orphanage, an army can''t be hidden in the city, even in court.


    The only way is to drive them into the wilderness and rebuild the abandoned sentries and fortresses like other troops preparing for war.


    Ninety six Guard soldiers, dressed in rags and dirty from head to foot, were gathered in the sunny open space and stood in four rows. They looked more like refugees than soldiers.


    On the opposite side stood the captain of their group of "refugees", a gray pupil boy one head shorter than the shortest soldier; The same ragged clothes, the only difference is the two short swords behind.


    With his waist tucked in, Lucian glanced back and confirmed everyone''s eyes; Beside him were twenty neat wooden boxes.


    "Today is a big day for our army!" the grey pupil boy said in a deep voice with round eyes. "Five months have passed since its establishment, from 390 to 96, and finally there is a formal establishment and our own military camp."


    "To celebrate, the Duke specially asked me to bring you weapons and equipment and ask me to send them to each of you!"


    Looking at the excited faces in the crowd, Lucien kicked open the first wooden box with a "pa!" kick.


    A brand-new long sword was inserted into the soil in front of his feet.


    "You Byrne people love to use Knight swords, and today I''ll give you something better - the hand half sword forged by the dwarves of silver helmet mountain, the pattern steel tempered for thousands of times, and the blade mixed with secret silver. It''s self modesty to cut iron like mud!"


    "It''s easier to split the saxophone''s armor than to tear a piece of paper; after a war, even a drop of blood will not stay on it!"


    The voice fell, and the grey pupil kicked open another wooden box, with a small iron bar full of patterns in his hand.


    "You used sakran''s military igniter on the battlefield of Boyi. This is its improved product, called ''unstable igniter''... Why is it called this name? Because it can explode not only when ignited, but also when thrown out;


    Even if you don''t have time to throw it, you want to die with the enemy and blow it up! "


    "The defect is as unstable as the name, and what I have in my hand is an improvement among the improvements... Our Duke named it ''alchemy bomb''.


    Just one can blow an armed Knight to pieces! "


    There was still silence in the crowd, but Lucian could feel the excited and greedy eyes behind him.


    "And your armor, do you know the mountain guards in the west? They don''t wear knight armor, but leather armor sewn by Troll skin. The armor prepared for you is Troll skin with Chain Armor, which is light;


    The bottom lining is made of high-quality chain armour. The hole of the woven iron ring is smaller than the pin hole. Thirty steps can''t shoot through the cross bow! "


    "These are just the most basic configurations, including but not limited to daggers, crossbows, sleeve swords, alchemy... Whatever you can think of," ruthen shouted:


    "In addition to these, a wizard consultant will bring someone tomorrow to teach you all kinds of basic knowledge and distribute your own magic wand - all weapons and equipment are tailor-made for you, not even the real guard!"


    "These! All of them were saved by the Duke from the project accounts in the red blood castle city and allocated to us. Now... Who dares to stand up and tell me that he is worthy of this dress?"


    "Who dares to stand up and tell me that he deserves all this?"


    The soldiers who were just excited by the new weapons and armor immediately found their shame.


    "You all came back alive from the battlefield of the big green sea. Everyone has at least three robes on his back. Tell me, what we have done is a qualified guard?!"


    "Not really --!!!"


    A neat cry.


    "I also know I''m ashamed - a great guard, but I''m protected by the people I protect. It''s a great shame!" Lucian raised his head with a thunderous roar:


    "You army scum deserve such good equipment! I''ve been in duanjie mountain fortress. The soldiers there will fight against werewolves and demons in ice and snow. What do they take? Iron swords that break down in a war and shields that break down when they are clawed by werewolves."


    "Do you know why the Legion of duanjieshan fortress has the heaviest armor? Not only to protect the soldiers, but also to prevent them from running away when they see the enemy; if you look at these in front of you, the Duke will have to prepare you another set of steel braces!"


    "Tell me, what''s the use of a guard like us - a cheerleader who wastes food alive, wastes land dead, watches on the battlefield and waves the flag to the Duke!"


    "No --!!!"


    "Mute? Speak louder, I can''t hear --!"


    "We are not --!!"


    There was a cry in the hoarse cry.


    "Then what are you?!" suddenly turned around, and the vicious Lucian looked like a little ruffian.


    "We are Duke Loren''s guard!!!!!"


    The guards roared again.


    "I tell you, it''s not! It''s not anymore!" Lucian waved fiercely. "Our Duke is a man who can end a war on his own. He doesn''t need 96 cheerleaders clapping around!"


    "From today on, our name is Demon Hunter -!"


    "Not Byrne''s knights, not Arles'' swordsmen, not Elman''s guerrillas, not lottel''s archers, not Boyle''s hussars, not eboden''s scum... Not saklan''s shield wall!"


    "What the Duke wants is not a uniform army, but a hunter who can hunt the enemy alone!"


    "Our enemy... No, it''s prey! It''s no longer bandits, bandits, rebels, centaurs or dwarves, but something more terrible - yes, just like the one you met on the boy battlefield."


    "We should be able to fight on the flat ground, in the trenches, in the hills, in the dense forests, in the grasslands, on the mountain tops, in the desert, in the sea, and hunt our enemies on the ice field that can freeze the living into the dead!"


    "We hunt them like old hunters hunt rabbits and wolves; surround, ravage, recover, fight alone! Sneak attack! Ambush! Use the last resort at all costs!"


    "Even those with sharp teeth have to bite them!"


    The hoarse gray pupil boy only felt that his voice was smoking; Looking at the soldiers whose expressions were completely different from those at the beginning, he finally showed a satisfied smile.


    Fanaticism can make soldiers inflate for a while, and bloody shame can make them find the courage to work hard and sacrifice; The "atmosphere" in the army makes them united and have centripetal force; A strong and fierce goal can give them the motivation to persevere.


    Let them feel proud, let them find "things" worthy of sacrifice, and make their eyes the same


    The leader of the genius flag of duanjie mountain knows all this.


    More importantly, they are veterans who have been on the battlefield. They are the remaining veterans who were beaten by more than 390 people when the army was established. They will inherit this "strong and fierce" momentum through recruits and make it a tradition of the army.


    That''s why Ruth ennicke and Dalton kand "quarreled" and refused to give them up.


    Train a group of talents from scratch, and he will; But these people don''t have this temperament. They don''t have the slightest gratitude. They just think they got it through strength and deserve it; They will feel alienated from the Duke and their captain, form their own small circle, and have their three, six, nine and so on.


    So Lucian is determined not to do it.


    "This afternoon, Lord Dalton Kande, the Duke''s wizard adviser, will come and give you a final trial."


    After a pause, the grey pupil boy slowed down his tone: "according to him, the success rate is only one in fifty;


    In other words, in the worst outcome, only one or two of your 96 people may pass the test and survive. "


    The guards were silent.


    "I''m not joking with you, it''s all true; so those who don''t want to take this risk... Can put down their things and leave quietly in the afternoon." looking up, Lucian looked at them calmly: "the Duke will give you the compensation you deserve according to your original military position."


    "We''ll treat you as dead."


    There was no sound in the crowd, and Lucian''s ferocious eyes did not look like "being killed in battle".


    "As for those who stay and survive," ruthen raised his voice. "The Duke will stand where I stand at dawn tomorrow and review his new Legion... Our Legion!"


    The quiet queue became different in an instant.


    Even without looking into their eyes, Lucian could feel the beating and hot hearts.


    "What the Duke wants to tell you is that you are loyal not only to Byrne, but also not to him." with a tight mouth, Lucian sighed: "you are fighting for the whole empire and even any living person in the Empire."


    "Why... Don''t I talk nonsense, you all saw it on the battlefield!"


    "Now, because of a letter, the Holy Cross Church, the heavenly palace... And even all the noble lords, they all want to strangle the Duke. Why... You don''t need me to explain more, you know!"


    "The ''thing'' we met on the battlefield can never suddenly appear overnight. These fat lords must have known it long ago; but they raised their heads, closed their eyes, blocked their ears and pretended not to know!"


    "Because if the truth comes out, it seems to be prosperous and colorful, so that they can indulge in pleasure, fight openly and secretly, and fight to the death. The empire is simply a paper house that will be lit at any time!"


    Lucian took a deep breath, with a trace of indignation, and his eyes became more and more hot: "the prosperity and peace they used to cover up were exposed. They had to turn around to face the big trouble that pretended not to exist, and had to do something to make up for it immediately..."


    "So they hate the Duke. They want to find a reason now to strangle the villain who woke them up."


    "So what I tell you is that you should know not only why you fight, but also who you fight for. There is only one who can save Byrne and the Empire and deserve your loyalty to the death --!"


    "Lord of Byrne, Loren Turin -!!!"


    The thunder like cry, but there was no tragedy and crying, and there was more ferocious momentum.


    That''s right!


    Looking at those ferocious eyes and grinning, Lucian put his waist in and kicked open a box with a swaggering "pa!":


    "Everyone - whoever it is, come forward and get your equipment!"


    "Yes --!!!"


    The guard soldiers gave a messy promise, passed by the gray pupil boy like a hungry beast, and jumped at the wooden box.


    Looking at these soldiers who were elated and unaware that they were about to face a choice of life and death, the smile on Lucian''s face gradually faded, leaving a sigh.


    I hope I can see 96 veterans smiling at me.


    "Are you worried?"


    The voice from Leng Bu Ding cooled the back of Lucian, suddenly turned around, and the expressionless Dalton kand stood behind him.


    "Wizard, wizard consultant, when did you... Come?"


    "When..." Dalton raised his eyebrows and looked at the scorching sun above his head:


    "Always."


    All the time... The gray pupil boy who twitched at the corner of his mouth almost choked on his own saliva.


    I didn''t even respond at all.


    "What''s the problem?"


    A plain and faint word was introduced into Lucian''s ears, but it was full of irony.


    "No, no more."


    "No... Good, then don''t waste any more time." Dalton kand looked up and looked at him standing still, completely unaware of his 96 subjects:


    "Let''s start. I''m in a hurry."