our family is gone

"For Hamlet!"

"We are the Lord's blade!"

"kill!"

With roars, the cavalry drew their sabers and started running. The cavalry, who had been carrying out harassment missions, finally showed their strength.

In the firelight, the sabers swung like flowing light. Without flesh and blood to act as a buffer, they could be easily crushed by the impact force. The constant crisp sounds from the horse's hooves were the result of countless bones being crushed.

If artillery is a plow, then cavalry is a comb, used to comb the lice off Hamlet's head.

But the number of cavalry is still too small, and only a part of the area can be covered.

Why do cavalrymen hold torches? Because in such a dim environment, teammates need torches to determine their positions.

Seeing the cavalry breaking through the skeleton formation, the infantry who had been waiting on the position for a long time finally lit countless torches, illuminating a large number of musketeers.

"Free Fire!"

Intensive gunfire rang out, which was more like the crackling of firecrackers than the roar of artillery.

To be honest, the effect of the musket is not very obvious on the skeleton. It either penetrates the bones, or even if it hits, it only hits part of the body. Unless it hits a vital part like the spine, it will not have much impact.

After two rounds of shooting, not many skeletons fell, but the distance between the two sides was already close, leaving them no room to shoot again.

Although the overwhelming sense of oppression has disappeared after repeated attacks, it is still a challenge for these infantrymen.

"Go on the bayonet!"

Amid the echoing shouts, the long guns with bayonets soon collided with the skeletons. To be honest, it was not very optimistic.

The bayonet's attack habit is stabbing, but the effect is only obvious when the target is a flesh and blood creature. It is naturally useless against skeletons.

It's just that they are here for training, and have to bear this kind of pressure. They are in groups of three or four, and if they are pushed to the limit, their heads will be blown apart by the butt of a rifle.

The real main force are the soldiers wearing armor and helmets, holding shields and one-handed hammers. They kill into the skeletons like playing whack-a-mole, hitting them one by one.

The battle is over at this time, and the rest falls into garbage time.

Lance, who had just come out of the dungeon, happened to encounter such a battle and watched the situation from the side.

"Well, you did a good job."

When Lance returned here, he realized that seven days had passed since he left, and Patton's large-scale military training was going very well. It turned out that he was made for this job.

In the past, there were not so many troops given to him, so he could only be an artillery instructor, which was a waste of his talent. Now that the army has been integrated, its power is even greater.

The most intuitive thing he saw from the battle just now was the good discipline and the results of rigorous training. It was also because of this that he could see the coordination between the cavalry, artillery and infantry.

Another special point is that Hamlet's army has advantages in night battles that are difficult to match by ordinary armies.

First of all, these soldiers are well-nourished. Their food includes a certain amount of meat, as well as offal and fish oil to supplement vitamins, so they basically do not suffer from night blindness.

As far as Lance knows, the proportion of night blindness among ordinary people in this era is very high, and they lack channels to supplement nutrition.

Therefore, most of the soldiers recruited from these serfs basically suffered from night blindness. No matter how brave and fearless they were, they were helpless at night.

But these are not Hamlet's enemies now.

Lance turned back and motioned to Patton.

"Recall the troops and do not go to the ruins recently. Your enemies may be..."

Lance began to assign some tasks, and everyone could tell from the commands that they were switching from active attack to defense.

Patton and his men would definitely agree with this, because the material consumption is really high now. Even though there has been a steady flow of logistics over the past few days, the warehouse has never been full.

Although they knew that it was to intimidate the adventurers, such military training was too exaggerated, and even the army of Totnes did not dare to do so.

Lance naturally knew this, otherwise why would he rather let adventurers develop the ruins than send troops there.

The cost is too high...

Let Patton lead the legion back to the base, and then let the legion return to the town and settle down.

This action made the adventurers rack their brains to figure out why the sound suddenly stopped?
Lance did not follow them, but found Alvis.

"I have encountered some problems and need your help. The reward for the mission is that I will help you heal your injuries."

Lance went straight to the point. At their level, there was no need to hide anything. Who isn't a smart person?

What he could offer was naturally the simplest, but most important reward for an old man.

Putting aside how he became a legend along the way, he has basically accumulated some hidden injuries, and at his age, he will more or less decline.

Alvis did not doubt whether Lance could do it. During this period of time, he had learned a lot about Hamlet and the lord, otherwise he would not be willing to help.
However, he did not agree easily, but asked a question in a very practical way.

"what is the problem?"

"We found a portal and want to know if there are any risks in activating it and whether it can still be used."

"Is it that simple?" Alvis was a little surprised when he heard it. This was equivalent to taking an exam on the questions he was best at. Wouldn't he just kill people indiscriminately?

"It's not that simple. That portal is very special. I took Alhazred to see it, but he couldn't figure it out. He said that maybe only you could figure it out."

Everything Lance said was true, but why did it sound a little strange?

As for the mysterious scholar mentioned by the lord, Alvis had also come into contact with him and even saw him cast powerful spells.

Knowing that he was a scholar with profound knowledge of mysticism, and even he couldn't do anything about it, it must not be an ordinary portal.

What is more important is the mutual flattery, which is very useful to him. After all, it is a kind of recognition.

Of course, this can only be said by people at the same level. If you come with a half-baked person or an ordinary person, he will fall behind if he tries to reason with you.

Basically, these spellcasters all have a similar thirst for knowledge. Besides, since this is the area he is most familiar with, Alvis couldn't help but become interested.

He also wanted to see what kind of special portal it was, as such an opportunity was rare.

"I can go and take a look, but I can't guarantee the results."

"You won't regret it, this is a very precious opportunity..." Lance smiled and stretched out his hand to the mage. I don't know why Alvis felt uneasy when he saw his smile, but his desire for knowledge still made him stretch out his hand.

Agreement reached!

"Don't resist." Lance just said this and activated [Flesh and Blood Reconstruction].

The exquisite control over flesh and blood allows Lance to feel the powerful strength contained in Alvis's body. It turns out that even a spellcaster has many means to strengthen his body.

However, the damage still existed, but he easily eliminated the hidden damage.

Finally, cast another blessing to instantly adjust his status to a level that was previously difficult to reach.

“Ah, this…!”

Alvis felt the vitality sprouting from his withered body again. All his dizziness, backaches and pains disappeared, and even breathing felt much easier.

Once a person falls into aging, it is almost inevitable. As a legendary spellcaster, he certainly knows that the so-called ascension is not credible. He has seen too many strange and bizarre cases of immortality and rejuvenation, but the results are mostly achieved in bizarre ways.

But judging from my own reaction now, I didn't notice any sequelae or curse.

He did not doubt the lord's ability, but he was shocked that it was accomplished so easily and that he fulfilled his promise before the mission even started.

But I am also a little worried. After all, the easier it is to get something, the more expensive it is...

Lance paid his reward in advance because he was afraid that his health was too poor and he would die before entering the dungeon.

Of course, if you accept my payment, you have to work for me. There is no possibility of regret.

"Take a good rest these few days. The place we are going to is quite far away and there are no carriages there."

After saying that, he stood up and left, returning the place to him.

Lance knew that Alvis must be eager to check his physical condition for any sequelae. These extraordinary people have always been like this, and those who are not careful would not survive until now.

Then Lance went to meet masters like Tardif and Laura, and used his spiritual energy to directly strengthen them to champions.

Lance did not think that it would be easy as long as there was only one step left. On the contrary, it became more dangerous at this time because the enemy who was forced into a desperate situation would put up the strongest resistance.

So at this most dangerous moment, Lance did not hesitate to show his strength and told them again about the grand vision. He was willing to fight against the evil god for the sake of humanity. He was the only one left with the spirit of Hamlet who refused to surrender.

And of course, lead them to look forward to a hopeful future after Hamlet has dealt with the evil spirit...

The grand narrative is actually a kind of political theory, which is not much different from religion to some extent. Both give people an intangible picture.

But in addition to material life, human beings also need spiritual satisfaction to support them to move forward in this desperate world.

Lance doesn't even need to use his charming voice to make his words tempting, because no one can refuse the light in the darkness.

They have proven their loyalty, which is why Lance is willing to win them over and make the greatest effort to strengthen the overall strength as much as possible.

Even if something went wrong on his side, and the darkness came, the powerful force in reality could resist a little, at least until he came back.

Neither Tardif nor Laura are good at speaking, and there is not much they can say about this.

But they have all been in society and know that no employer or lord can do what the man in front of them does.

"Now is the last darkness before dawn. The enemy's counterattack will surely be more fierce, so you must be careful."

"Nothing can escape the eyes of the war eagle!"

Laura's frantic voice startled the falcon, which immediately responded with a powerful cry.

It had gained a lot of benefits just now, and the power of blessing seemed to have made it transcend the category of ordinary creatures.

"Their bounty is mine," Tardif responded simply (blowing his nose), seeming to take the danger lightly.

Looking at the attitudes of the two, Lance was quite satisfied. There were many who were capable, but confidence was the most important thing.

After giving some instructions, he arranged for the two to leave, but Lance did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he summoned a more special person, that is, Boslake, who had brought a group of barbarians to join him.

"Lord Lord."

"Has the placement been completed?"

"It has been completed. Most of the barbarians have been resettled without causing any problems."

Lance was asking about the barbarians who had come over. According to the plan, the barbarian mercenaries were divided into the army, while the other members of the tribe were dispersed and resettled in several newly developed collective farms in the wilderness.

The reason is that the big family model implemented by their tribe makes it easy for them to stick together, but now they are split up into small families. This is to destroy their sense of belonging to the original tribe and prevent those who belong to the same tribe from starting over.

Moreover, the ones with fighting ability were taken away first, and then the leader Boslake was made to act as an interpreter, and the remaining ones would have no ability to resist.

In fact, these barbarians had their tribes destroyed and were ravaged by the larger tribes, so they had no ability to resist.

If Boslake can't do it this way, then don't do it.

However, Lance still gave a slightly dissatisfied reminder about his story.

"Wrong, not barbarians. There is no concept of ethnicity in Hamlet. You have only one identity, and that is Hamlet."

He doesn't like falling into the trap of ethnicity. Otherwise, if he really counts the many tribes of the barbarians, and there is an ethnic group for each tribe, how can that be tolerated?

We must eliminate this tendency from the very beginning, and at least officially recognize only the identity of Hamlet residents.

Boslake was also a little confused about the lord's reaction. To them, only people from their own tribe were their own people, so he didn't know how to describe people from several mixed tribes, so he just used the names commonly used by the imperial people.

Having worked as a mercenary in the empire for many years, he still knew some ways of survival. He was afraid of angering the lord, so he had to bow his head and agree.

"Yes!"

"Okay, okay, don't be nervous." Lance soothed him with words as if he was chatting casually. Seeing his serious attitude, he couldn't help but laugh and tease, "How about it, I didn't treat you unfairly, did I?"

"No." Boslake replied without much hesitation.

This is not to flatter the Lord, but it is the truth.

Because he was the one who coordinated the entire process of the barbarian resettlement in many cases, he knew that he would be treated the same as the new joiners.

For them who were just seeking a chance to survive, it was good that they were not suppressed. After all, they were rejected by the so-called friends in the mountains. (End of this chapter)