Heroes of the Invincible Knight

"Master Clayman, I served you a bowl of broth."

"How many times have I told you that since you are in the army, you must be called a military officer."

"Okay, Mr. Clayman...captain."

Under Clayman's gaze, the Nader cavalryman finally called out the correct title.

Clayman was not pretentious, took the broth from the other party's hand, and ate it with gusto from the freshly served rice.

In all fairness, the food that Richard arranged for the army is not bad. Although it is impossible to have meat every meal, in order to maintain high-intensity training, the professional soldiers of the Hunter family have guaranteed three meals of dry food and some oil and meat. the soup,

Richard didn't treat the new cavalry like Kleiman any differently, and still provided full meals.

After wolfing down his breakfast, Kleiman poured broth into his belly again, and finally picked up a small piece of fat from the bottom of the bowl and chewed it in his mouth.

"belch"

Kleiman burped in satisfaction, and the soldier at the side tactfully took the empty bowl to clean it together.

The nobles of the Golden Dragon Kingdom, at least the nobles of the Northland, have few pretentious bad habits, and there is no so-called aristocratic elegance. Almost all of them are soldiers who devour their food.

After all, practicing martial arts will whet your appetite, let alone a quasi-knight like Clayman who has honed his body since he was a child, and he doesn't have any bad habits of picky eaters at all.

Clayman sat on the spot and rested for a while. The soldier had already cleaned up the tableware. After roughly judging the time, Clayman decided to start today's patrol.

"gather!"

Clayman straightened up and shouted, and then the soldiers of the entire team moved quickly. It has to be said that this group of Nader family cavalry was of good quality, but they were ready in a few minutes and gathered together with their horses.

It was just an ordinary patrol mission, and Clayman didn't do much mobilization. He simply gave the order to set off and took the lead on riding a horse to start the day's patrol mission.

...

Ironwood

A group of half-elves were still running wildly. After a night of fleeing, they managed to reduce their number by a dozen. Maybe they got separated in the night, or maybe they were caught up by ogres.

In short, there is a high probability that these disappeared half-elves will never appear in this world again.

"Leader Al Shao, the ogres are about to catch up again."

"Damn it!"

The half-elf named Al shook his hand bitterly.

At this moment, the ogre caught up again, which already showed that the remaining elders and clansmen should have been wiped out.

But he didn't have time to grieve, he still had a responsibility on his body, he wanted to bring the remaining group of people out of the Ironwood Forest alive.

This group of ogres seemed not to be running fast in the woods, but their physical fitness was surprisingly good. The half-elves had long since lost their energy after fleeing for a long time, but the ogres were still full of energy. If he continued running like this, he would be overtaken by the ogre sooner or later.

Fortunately, this place is not far from the edge of the Ironwood Forest. As long as they escape to the human territory, humans will naturally not tolerate the ogres raging on their own territory.

Ironically, the half-elves lived in the depths of the Ironwood Forest to escape the taxation and oppression of human nobles, but now they pin their hope of survival on humans.

"Speed ​​up, we're approaching the edge of the Ironwood Forest, and we'll be safe on human territory."

Al didn't have much to do, he could only urge the clansmen to cheer up and speed up their escape.

...

At this time, Clayman was leading the cavalry to patrol along the iron wood forest, which was the focus of the cavalry inspection.

Because if the ogre came from the wilderness, it would be clearly seen by Richard's griffin, and there would be no suddenness. On the contrary, if the ogre infiltrated from the iron wood forest, the griffin in the air would be somewhat weak .

At this time, the role of patrol cavalry will be revealed.

"Master Clayman, there seems to be someone in front."

Clayman, who was being a little bored, immediately cheered up when he heard the words of the soldiers on the side, and he didn't correct the address of the other party, but looked in the direction of the other party's fingers.

I saw more than a dozen people rushing out of the ironwood forest, and there seemed to be some people behind them. This group of people was wearing some crude weapons that Kleiman saw as very simple. Something is chasing them.

"clang"

Clayman pulled out the long sword from his waist and shouted loudly:

"Ready to fight!"

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The soldiers were not slow to react, their weapons were held in their hands, and they quickly set up their combat moves, ready to charge the enemy at any time.

The panicked "humans" in the distance seemed to have spotted this group of cavalry, and they ran towards Clayman as if seeing a savior, shouting something while running.

"My lord, yes, it's an ogre!"

The ogres also chased them out of the woods. Their tall bodies were much more recognizable than the half-elves, and the voices of the soldiers beside them trembled.

Clayman naturally also saw this group of ogres, and he initially thought that the pursuers might be wild beasts such as giant bears or forest wolves, but unexpectedly they were ogres.

On the first day of patrolling, he hit a big prize. Clayman didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky. At first, he even thought that it would be difficult for ogres to get to this remote land. He slapped.

"Signal!"

Clayman was very sober, he couldn't tell how many ogres were still in the woods, he might not be enough to see, the most important thing was to call nearby support.

The guards beside him quickly slammed a cylinder into the air, and the sharp sound quickly spread to all directions.

"Master Clayman, what shall we do now?"

Clayman was also a little tangled at this time. According to the logic, after discovering the enemy's situation, these scouts should observe from a long distance after passing on the information or go back directly.

But at this time, it seems that someone is being hunted down by the ogres, and if they ignore this group of people, they will surely escape bad luck.

As if he had made up his mind, Clayman fiercely pulled out his horsewhip.

Turning around, he said to the soldiers on the side.

"You report to Ironwood City!"

"The others follow me."

As a typical young and strong military nobleman in the North, Clayman always has a bit of his own blood and pride. He does not allow himself to watch the ogres hurt his own people.

No matter what, you have to lead someone to rush to give these hunted people a chance to escape.

"kill!"

"kill!"

Following Clayman's shout, this group of cavalry followed Clayman and launched a charge. Although the ogres were powerful individually, there were not many of them at this time, and it was not a desperate gap in strength.

This group of cavalry were professional fighters who had already been fed by Nader's family, and they still had some loyalty. Clayman charged ahead, so they naturally didn't dare to lag behind.

"Get out of the way, out of the way!"

Al shouted desperately. He found that the cavalry on the opposite side had launched a charge, so he naturally wanted to cooperate as much as possible.

"boom!"

The distance between the two sides was not too far, and the charging cavalry quickly collided with these ten or so ogres.

"kill"

With the power of the horse's charge, Clayman killed the ogre in the lead with a single blow.

"ah"

However, this group of ogres, who are averagely quasi-knight quality, is not something that ordinary soldiers can easily fight against.

After killing several ogres with the power of the initial charge, some soldiers were knocked off their horses by the ogres, and fell heavily to the ground without moving.

When a charge was over, there were five or six corpses of ogres and more than a dozen corpses of human cavalry on the ground.

Clayman didn't have time to feel sorry for these cavalrymen. He just turned his horse's head and prepared to launch a second round of charge.

However, the ogres were not stupid. They found that they could not take advantage of this flat land, and quickly retreated to the iron wood forest.

"call"

Looking at the receding ogre, Clayman retracted the sword to his waist, and turned his eyes to the "clan" he had rescued...