Abomination and the Legendary Dragon King

Chapter 289 Young People

Alex finally let go of the little hand that was stuck to Messiah's tail, and at the same time, the dragon girl also changed into her original appearance. Still can't get used to it.

Looking at the well-groomed paladin on the ground, the red dragon could feel that the knight's injuries had not been completely healed, and the effects of those divine spells were extremely vicious, and had already hurt the foundation of the knight. After being healed by Messiah, he can barely return to the level of ordinary people, and living in the chaotic Graycastle with such weak strength, I am afraid that he can only suffer.

"Since you saved Messiah's life, giving you a little strength might have an unexpected effect~"

A light lit up in Alex's hand, and the golden flame fell into the knight's heart. Although this guy did a good deed, it was not entirely out of good intentions. After accepting the power of the red dragon, the knight was quite So he became a member of the red dragon, and the knight who fell into a coma was not even qualified to reject the power of the red dragon.

When he wakes up, this knight will already become an outlier in people's eyes, and at that time, the red dragon is too lazy to care about what changes will happen in this country.

"Let's go"

The red dragon's random move may change the future of a person or even a country, but for Alex's current strength and height and her long years, the change of a person or a country is just a matter of time. Just a small, inconspicuous ripple.

Xiaolongniang and Messiah rode on the skinny horse again, and walked unsteadily towards St. Rona in the east. The knight had already recovered from a deep sleep shortly after gaining the power of the red dragon.

He was still very weak, but surprisingly, he felt that the power in his body was as hot as burning, and the beating of his heart was stronger than ever.

His vision was slightly blurred, but he could still see clearly the backs of the two slender figures on horseback in the distance.

"Messiah? Did you save me?"

The knight fell in the wilderness and muttered, while the saint left her hometown without looking back.

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In the Principality of Redstone, those troops who had undergone a period of training and looked a little like soldiers gathered in the playground under the leadership of the instructors in the dark.

After being killed by the red-robed mage, these aristocratic officers looked like soldiers, wearing bright plate armor, carrying exquisite weapons, riding horses and waving long whips in their hands. On the compatriots, the eyes are like looking at a group of dirty pigs.

Most of the old people in the army are numbly carrying out the orders of the well-dressed officers from the nobles, while the faces of the young people are full of excitement.

After all, in the eyes of these inexperienced children, their war is sacred at this moment, to protect the land of humans, and their enemies are those ugly and evil orcs.

As for the land they want to protect at this moment, whether it originally belonged to those orcs or those humans, of course there is no doubt. After all, in the eyes of most humans, the entire world of Tyrael should belong to humans themselves.

Man is the head of all souls and the lord of all things. With the strength of the First Empire and the development of mankind, this idea has gradually penetrated into the hearts of every human being.

They treat everything that happens in this world with the attitude of the protagonist. They rob the dragon's treasure because the dragon is evil. When they rob the orc's territory and crops, they say that the orc is evil.When robbing halflings of handicrafts and treasures, they say that these things are obtained by stealing human beings, and they are evil.

After all, human beings are justice itself.

Everything is as beautiful as in a fairy tale. The knight of justice will defeat the evil enemy and return triumphantly amidst the praises of the villagers and the admiring eyes of the girls.

It's just that compared with the fairy tales, the equipment on these people is a little too shabby. Most of them are wearing the cheapest cloth armor. This kind of armor made of coarse cloth seems to be only slightly weaker in war. Even the most common and crude long swords on the market can easily pierce through it.

In addition to the simple protection, the weapons in these people's hands are also various. Those who are a little better still hold rusty iron swords in their hands, while those who are not as good have a farmer's farming weapon in their hands. A pitchfork is used or an ax is used to cut down trees in autumn.

However, although the weapons in their hands are indeed a bit crude, this does not affect the confidence of these young people in their hearts about winning.

After all, before this war, they had gone to survey the enemy's territory several times, and even some courageous guys had dealt with those ugly and weak guys in advance. Naturally, the poor orcs were in the hands of human soldiers. There was almost no strength to fight back, and they were beaten down as easily as if they were mowing grass.

And, more importantly, in this battle, there are real big shots among the human beings, the mysterious red-robed mages. In a small remote place like the Red Stone Principality, the red-robed mages in the legendary realm are already powerful. To exist like a god.

Under the lofty belief, the young people gathered here with the belief of winning.They are just young and energetic, and a so-called name of justice and greatness can fool them into sneaking out of their homes and from the care of their parents, rushing to the forefront of the war, even at the expense of this. sacrificed his life in this war.

And those old guys are much more mature and stable, or they have become numb. The reason why they participated in such a battle is nothing more than to earn more living expenses for their children and family members. If, if military expenses If they were not deducted by those nobles, perhaps these people could save a little money from the military expenses and go to the tavern to drink some of the worst ale.

For most of the common people in the Redstone Principality, being able to drink such a small cup in the tavern in the afternoon is already a rare enjoyment.

Whether it is the confident young man or the numb old man, under the whips of the noble officers, they barely stood up in a neat line, took their poor equipment, and prepared to go to that place. A desert shrouded in darkness.

As for whether to live or die after this battle, that is something for the noble generals to consider. These low-level fighters are not qualified to always consider such extravagant ideas.

(End of this chapter)