Not long ago, I wanted to kill the knight who vented my anger at the old village chief. When I looked at the old village chief again, it felt that it was not much worse than seeing my own father.

You should know that even if you are a golden knight on the battlefield, you may be shot and killed by a pawn holding a bow and arrow at any time. If you want to penetrate this set of armor in Wuming's hand, you may have the chance to pierce it only if you stab the same position with all your might several consecutive times. Armor with a powerful defensive effect is often the first choice for all knights.

The knight quickly put a full set of armor on his body and excitedly said to Knight Gerry: "Captain, Captain! Kill me with one sword, and see how capable the armor is?"

The knights also looked at the Gerry Knight holding the lightsaber with excitement, all wanting to see how defensive the armor bought with a huge amount of gold coins was.

Gerry slowly mobilized his breathing, and the energy output of the lightsaber in his hand also reached the maximum output: "Drink!"

The lightsaber left a beautiful arc in the air and slashed on the armor and was quickly bounced away, leaving only a thin mark on the dark heavy armor.

"Okay! Captain's good sword skills! The strength and speed are perfect!"

"That's right! That's right! The captain shouldn't have asked about the next time the Knight advances, right?"

Gri calmly accepted the praise from his subordinates, reached out and patted the knight in heavy armor and exclaimed: "Good armor, this set of armor can't be bought if it sells 100 gold coins in the imperial capital."

Wuming listened to the knights' praise for Gerry, and in his heart, Wuming paid at least three ways to defeat and capture the opponent alive with the sword just now, and at least six ways to kill the opponent instantly without being injured.

(Are all the people outside weak?) A trace of doubt flashed in Wuming's eyes, and then shook his head and smiled and rejected his thoughts. How could he be weak in blocking groups of velociraptors in the outside world in the forest?

Under the admiration of Knight Gerry, the knights turned their eyes to the knight. When they saw the tiny scar on the armor, they all looked at the other equipment on Wuming with greedy eyes.

"This respected gentleman." A knight unknowingly spoke to Wuming with a respectful word: "Can I... buy the knight's sword around your waist?"

"Are you, dear sir, can I buy the knight-specific spear behind you?"

"This gentleman..."

The knights surrounded Wuming and chose their favorite weapons. Except for the complete set of tools that anyone who sees is a hunter, and the strong bow that no one can pull, almost all other equipment was attracted by the knights.

"Dear knights! Dear knights." The old village chief who had left the village and had seen the world stood on the tallest stone mill in the village and shouted loudly: "Since you like these weapons, how about we hold a small auction on site?"

Wuming smiled helplessly and did not care about the knights who were a little crazy. He turned around and returned to his room to clean up the items he might use. Then he distributed hundreds of kilograms of air-dried meat he made, which could be stored for a long time, to families with poor labor force in the village.

The children surrounded Wuming's side, listening to the heroes' words they gave when they parted.

The Knights' auction also ended successfully after the old village chief squeezed out their last copper coin. Wuming put away more than 300 gold coins that the old village chief brought him, came to Knight Gerry with his legs together and raised his right hand, put it on his back of his temple and thrust it. With a bang, he gave a gesture of no one knowing what kind of courtesy, and said skillfully: "Wuming is ready! You can set off!"

When Knight Gerry saw Wuming's strange movement, a thought suddenly arose in his heart: Soldier! The man in front of him was a natural soldier.

"Then set off immediately!" Knight Gerry turned around with the reins of the war horse, and the other knights also led their horses to walk outside the village. No one cared whether Wuming had a mount or whether he could catch up with the four legs of the war horse with two retreats.

Wuming didn't care when he saw this. In the vast forest of the Greater Xing'an Mountains, trees were growing crisscrossed together everywhere, and there were countless ferocious birds and beasts. It would be difficult for war horses to run wildly in such an environment.

In contrast, Wuming, who was born as a hunter and had two years of survival experience in the forest, was easier to walk in the forest with his extraordinary physical strength and strength. This advantage was quickly recognized by the knights.

After two consecutive days of marching, these knights sadly discovered that after being trained for many years, they were not only not as strong as the monster Wuming, but also were much worse than Wuming in terms of physical tolerance.

They all felt tired while sitting on the horse. Wuming, who was walking with his legs, was still energetic. Occasionally, they would pick up a stone and knock down a bird for barbecue while eating. This made the knights who only ate dry food and were afraid of being poisoned even more greedy.

"Captain..., we carved the marks of direction on the trees here... Look..." The knight walking in the front was reporting to Gerry, but secretly looked at Wuming from time to time.

The two rows of trees in front of me point to the left and the other half to the right. This strange phenomenon occurred a day ago. Wuming once pointed out that these trees themselves are special elves, and the villagers call dead tree spirits. They can easily reorganize the bark on their bodies and change the marks engraved by humans on their bodies to deceive humans into swamps or beast areas, and finally absorb nutrients from dead people.

Gerry looked at the strange scene that appeared in front of him again, and felt helpless. Yesterday, because everyone wanted to beat Wuming in other aspects, they did not follow the direction guided by Wuming, and deliberately walked in the opposite direction and finally lost the life of a companion. Now that he encountered this situation again, as a noble knight than a civilian, he really could not bow to Wuming and ask for advice on the direction he was moving forward.

The other knights were also silent, their eyes slashing across Wuming from time to time.

Wuming, who was standing at the end of the team, also felt ridiculous in his heart. He walked to the front of the team and carefully observed the bark structure of the dead tree spirit, and walked to the right with his mouth muttering.

As he walked past Gerry, Gerry finally heard clearly what the word Wuming said was.

"As a soldier, we must pay more attention to the lives of every companion. On the battlefield, perhaps the next second he will be the one who sacrifices himself to help you block the fatal attack. Even if you walk on the edge of life and death every day, soldiers are still the ones who should not ignore life!"

Hearing Wuming's words, the knights shook slightly and silently looked at their comrades beside them. At this moment, Gerry suddenly found Wuming's back, which looked like the enemy marshal he saw in the Tang Empire more than ten years ago. He was a legendary figure who was promoted from a soldier to an imperial marshal.

"What's wrong with me? He's just a recruit just recruited." Gerry patted his head and urged the horse under his crotch to follow the team and continue moving forward.

Wuming walked at the forefront of the team, constantly recalling the words he had just said.

(This is what I said? I am not a soldier, so why do I say that? And it sounds very reasonable. Did I be a soldier before?)

Thinking of this, Wuming immediately rejected this ridiculous idea. After all, who would load a person into a tin box in a strange liquid, then transport it to the depths of the forest and throw it away completely and no longer care about it.

After this incident, Gerry Knight temporarily handed over many things about the team to Wuming, the jungle expert. In this way, with Wuming's familiarity with the forest, the team's speed of progress suddenly increased a lot.

After walking for more than ten days, everyone finally walked to a position where they could see outside the forest with their eyes.

"Finally..." Gerry let out a long sigh before he could express his feelings. There were waves of shouting sounds outside the forest, and there was also a sound of weapons colliding.

Wuming suddenly felt the blood in his body boiling, and then he looked at the dozen knights beside him all looked gloomy and frowned.

"Have the war affected such remote places? So the situation in our Shenlong Kingdom is far more serious than when we left." Gerry slapped his horse under his crotch and rushed out of the forest and shouted loudly: "Knights of the Kingdom! Break out to defend our country and attack those bandits who are in trouble!"

"For the Kingdom!" More than a dozen knights raised their knight spears and roared at the sky, urging their war horses to rush out of the forest.

A team of more than a dozen war horses charged, and even the ground would tremble slightly.

Wuming shook his head and said in a low voice: "I don't understand marching and fighting, but hunters should approach the prey silently when hunting. The best way is to kill while they are unprepared."
Chapter completed!