When he first joined the army, William, who had not yet been selected as Shutoral, was a petty sergeant and a trainee knight. His closest companion, the lance "Behemoth's Fang" is just a nameless gun. However, even if it is unknown, the "Tooth of Behemoth" is definitely extraordinary. The gun blade is half a meter long, and its eight-sided armor-piercing edge is indestructible with cold light. Not to mention ordinary mail armor, even three layers of heavy armor can be broken with one blow. He had never tried dragon scales, but he had stabbed Behemoth to death with his own hands. He thought it wouldn't be a problem to stab another dragon to death in the future.
Of course, William didn't kill that Behemoth alone. When he crawled out from the pile of corpses of his squadron mates and stabbed the eye socket of the giant beast that was already twitching on the ground with the then-unnamed "Behemoth's Fang", he had nothing but the lance. .
He sat beside the dried blood clots and scattered teammates as if he had lost his soul. Tears left two blood stains on his cheeks. When the legion found him, the military doctors unanimously believed that his sanity and soul had been lost on the battlefield, and that staying in the armored cavalry unit was a danger that he could lose control at any time.
The legion hurriedly sent him to the rear, to a mountainous area far away from the front line. Around 1420 in the Second Age, the new territory of the Eastern Province was full of wandering monsters, infiltrated orcs and troll hunters, and disgusting and disgusting goblins. William, who was still a second-level squad leader at the time, was sent there to command a militia in the settlement of the pioneer regiment to suppress threats in the woods and valleys.
This would have been an extremely dangerous thing. The settlement is on the supply line leading to the front line, and enemies passing through often wipe out the residents and garrison.
William held on there. He not only earned the name "Behemoth's Teeth", but also built it into a large town that absorbed nearby refugees and defeated armies, standing like a rock in the raging blood tide. Pioneers came here every day, wanting to be protected, and gave William a nickname——
"Tearful William"
This nickname is very unpleasant, and William hates it extremely. However, when he regularly kept watch on the high ground of the settlement, and the strong winds from the eastern mountains brought the bloody smell from the front line, he would hear the strange melody of the flute, see the wriggling masses of shadows, and his eyes would shed tears. The unstoppable tears of blood were terrifying.
Some well-informed residents secretly said that this was a sign of loss of control. The soul of the second-level team leader was trapped at the foot of the crazy distant mountain and could never come back.
William could also feel that his end was approaching. More and more frequently, he saw hideous and twisted black shadows moving around in a funny and terrifying way. The edge of his vision was a creeping black line. Even on a sunny day, his vision was dim. The manic babble became increasingly clear.
He seemed to hear the squadron leader he had admired for a long time calling him.
Suddenly one day, a noble girl came to the town. She was extremely well dressed and equipped, but very travel-stained. His blue eyes were as bright as gems, and his light blond hair was like the morning sun. William's dim world suddenly took on another color.
"Are there no other Beyonders and mercenaries here?" The girl had already carefully inspected the town, muttering with a disappointed look on her face. Then she steeled herself and assumed the posture of a young lady, "Okay. Well, my name is Elena de Lamore, listen to me, Mr. Apprentice Knight, I recruit you to fight for me in the name of the Lamore family and your lord. I have already made a record at the garrison. . Quick, bring as many militiamen with me as possible. My brother has been missing for three weeks, and there must be an explanation no matter what!"
The person who came was William's superior prince. He himself is the second son of a low-level knight and has obligations to the Larmore family. However, the connection between the nobles and subordinates in Beyeland is not as close as in other places, and everyone usually does not have much contact. The missing eldest son of the Larmore family disappeared along with most of the family's subordinates. Miss Larmore was forced to have no other choice, so she came all the way from Beyeland and recruited William on the spot to help.
"Where to go?" Captain William asked casually.
"Go to the mountains in the northeast. There is a ruins fifty miles away from here. I have already prepared the route and plan." Miss Larmore quickly packed up the equipment and began to arrange the itinerary. "Go back as soon as you go. Please confirm the traces of my brother." I have an explanation to the Beyeland Court. I will never go deep into it. I promise, Mr. Trainee Knight, I promise not to go deep into this dark and weird crypt. I have no interest at all!
"I, Elena de La Mole, am definitely a witch who can suppress my curiosity!"
…
I don’t know since when, Count William de Lamore’s “Behemoth’s Tooth” was sent to the storage room and locked in the strongest box. By the time he became an earl, a legion commander or even a senator, his quill was more slippery than his lance. I can’t remember the specific opportunity. It might have been the day I married Elena, or it might have been the day my daughter was born.
He looked out the window and recalled some past events. The last leaves were falling from the treetops in the garden, reminding him again of his thinning hair and the passage of time, making people feel melancholy and sigh softly.
"Who am I thinking~"
The countess lay in William's arms, drawing little rabbits on her broad chest with her fingers. Time has left almost no trace on her appearance and figure. If anything, she is more mature and seductive.
The casters really don’t show their age~ The magic power refines and refines their spirits, and it seems as if the traces of time have been erased. There is a view that the longevity and youth of elves come from the power of magic, but it seems to be reasonable. However, why do Tiberion and Salorian have gray hair? Are they just pretending to be old men? In fact, the white beards are glued to their faces...
Earl William's thoughts spread out one after another, and he couldn't help laughing when he thought of interesting places.
"Hey~" The Countess bit him unsatisfied, "You're ignoring me again!"
"I didn't," the earl said hurriedly, "I was just thinking about Tiberion and Salorion..."
The countess sat up from the bed, covered her mouth and whispered: "Well, as expected of you~"
"..."
The count was speechless for a moment. But he has long been used to it and has accumulated rich experience in dealing with it. At this time, you can't follow Elena's thoughts, otherwise she will smile and suggest that she invite Tidwig or a certain general's wife to the bedroom to play together. Not seriously.
Even if she was serious, I wouldn't accept it, let alone what if she just said it casually! The count immediately said seriously:
"There are some changes in the engagement between the prince and the princess..."
Before he finished speaking, Elena raised her eyebrows and said excitedly: "You want to take her down? As expected..."
"I'm talking about business."
"I'm talking about business too~" The countess tilted her head, "There must be a replacement to fill the vacancy. Only when it is fulfilled can people feel at ease, otherwise they will be really disappointed."
"If you keep making dirty jokes, I'll leave!" The count immediately reached out to grab the nightgown beside the bed.
"Ah, don't!" Elena hurriedly pressed his arm, "Then who will deal with this accident?"
Having said this, she paused, raised her head and thought: "Griffith?"
"He can't handle it," the count shook his head. "He is probably the favored one of the goddess Silver Moon and Starlight, and is involved in the immediate crisis in Canaan and the fate of the Villanoy family."
"No, not from the Moon God," Elena shook her head and said with certainty, "He must be the favored one of the God of Contract~"
"Is this happening?!" The Earl was shocked, "How could it be related to Him?"
"William," Elena poked the Earl on the forehead, "You really know nothing~"
After saying that, she grabbed her nightgown and walked out of bed. When she slowly pulled up the silk robe and brushed it against the undulating curves, Earl William couldn't help but recollect the feeling in his heart.
"A letter?"
"Well, Sonia sent it from Homemonworth." The Countess came to the desk in the bedroom. She installed a small echo hub there to receive important messages from all parties.
"At this time, the final exam has just ended. What can I do?" The count was lying on the bed, looking at the curtain above his head in a daze.
While reading the message, the Countess made a rare noise on her face. The tense and worried look in her eyes flashed and then relaxed, and there was even a mischievous smile.
"My dear," the countess thought for a moment, "what do you think of Griffith?"
"A good tactical commander," the count thought for a while, "Has commanded one squadron-level battle, two brigade-level battles, and one regiment-level battle. He has mastered intelligence theory and logistics theory. Judging from the battle in Odessa, he is very familiar with the cavalry shock theory. The talent is higher than that of Shutoral from the same batch."
"Well, William, I mean..."
Griffith's performance in several battles became better and better, even exceeding Count Larmore's expectations. As the situation in Verona becomes increasingly complicated, Griffith may make an excellent lieutenant, or even agent. In the future, when the earl is busy fighting for power in the Senate, Griffith may be able to lead the army alone and provide some arguments for the earl's motion.
Thinking of this, Count Larmore became interested and continued to express his views without being disturbed by the countess:
"Of course, a corps-level victory is not convincing enough. In the battle of Berrymion Ferry, the army under his command consisted of more than a dozen units. It had just suffered a defeat and there were no senior officers present. The situation was special. ."
"Dear, I want to say..."
"Well, under normal circumstances, a fully-staffed legion has four to five thousand combat infantry, and several squadrons of cavalry and artillery. The legion commander can at least be supported by a local auxiliary legion with a strength of close to ten thousand ; and also managing the logistics of thousands of men transporting and serving this army. Griffiths did not have his own adjutants and staff, and commanding such a large force would obliterate his advantage of mobility and flexibility;
"Moreover, leading such a force inevitably requires dealing with nobles, commanders and knights. Griffith does not have enough qualifications, prestige and background to suppress them. This is different from the Battle of Berimion Ferry. ."
The Earl became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke. He quickly pointed out Griffith's shortcomings and thought about ways to solve the problem.
How many troops could Griffith command?
Judging from current standards, 10,000 people is his limit. Commanding a large corps is not enough.
How many armies can I command? The count thought of this problem. He made some calculations and nodded quite contentedly. He even wanted to ask Madam what she thought. It would be better if she could praise her.
"Snapped!"
Elena rolled a stack of reports into a stick and hit the Earl on the head:
"Who asked you this?
"You men are so annoying! Why don't you understand?"
