Chapter 11: Master Sauron

This is a cyan camp of more than ten square feet. Nuo Da’s camp is flanked by many rare things. The small red trees in the flower pots and the metal racks hanging in mid-air are connected with pearls and gray Brown bearskin, an eagle flying like a woodcarving... In short, Locke recognized that some of them were very valuable things, and others that he did not know, and certainly not ordinary goods.

Directly in front of the camp was an orange-red wooden table glowing with oil. On the right was a huge screen blocking the scene behind the screen. Locke determined that it was where Master Sauron slept.

A young man with light red pupils, dark hair, and a tall figure stood at the desk. He looked at the gray hair in front of his eyes lightly, revealing a curious, non-commissioned non-commissioned officer. The young red pupil is Sauron. This iconic feature shows that he has the blood of the noble King Marquis de Sandra.

Sauron knew this Rock who was in front of him, carrying two bottles of ale. It must be said that Locke's messy gray hair at this time is very funny with the image of his worn leather armor and two bottles of ale.

Yes, it’s funny. Master Sauron, who has a deep aristocratic accomplishment, evaluates Locke at this time. However, after considering that this is a real ordinary civilian, Sauron was relieved, but instead he had Some interest.

This gray-haired squad leader, who is stronger than him, has not appeared in his ears in the past two days. The troops are about to be promoted, but the squadrons of the two and three squadrons who have been disabled have two squadron leaders. The recruits in the rear had arrived, but the squadron leader did not make a decision.

The number of squadron leaders has not been determined for several consecutive discussions. First, there are several people who meet the standard, but there are only two positions. There are not many people who are staring at this real power position. The second is that the first two men in the military camp have not yet issued their numbers. His father Baron Kedoch and his teacher captain Will Knight. The two of them did not speak, and the others were in vain.

Locke is also a person with a higher voice, even though two squadron captains recommend him, although both of them are the captains and deputy captains of his squadron. After all, these people are civilians. They do not understand the pros and cons of the nobility. The two squadron leaders brought their own people. Such a rough way of pulling the hilltop made Master Sauron grin.

Of course, Locke’s strength and qualifications have reached the standard, and there is even a lot of prestige in the camp. Prestige is especially important in the military camp. This will not only allow you to sit in a stable position, but also enhance the team’s combat capabilities. As for age, Master Sauron is bothered by this.

He is 19 years old this year, does he also enter the barracks as the deputy captain of the cavalry squadron? Although he was a barracks that he entered only last year, because he was a cavalry, the later Battle of Fermer Grand Canyon did not enter the most dangerous battle, so he did not experience two flesh mills.

Locke, who has been in the army for four years, has fought large and small battles. I would like to ask who the recruits are most serving, Brother Locke. Therefore, the overall promotion of Locke may be 50-50. Seeing that Locke was carrying the ale at this time, he looked at him slightly nervously, and Sauron understood seven or eight points. This kid had a good mind, Sauron thought.

"Sir, I'm Locke of the 2nd Squadron. I just got two bottles of good wine a few days ago. I'll try it for you." Locke curiously adjusted his head in a few seconds. After nervousness, he bowed his head in a respectful manner and showed it. Those two bottles of ale.

"Well, that's good, let's go..." Master Sauron pointed to the side shelf. Locke carefully put the wine on the shelf, he quickly glanced at the treasure on the shelf, he was curious about these things.

After putting it back, Locke returned to the camp center and lowered his eyes. Sauron watched Locke respectfully and said that he had a lot of affection for Locke. "Which town are you from?" Sauron asked casually. "Sir, I'm from Mining Town. How old is this year?"

"Adult, I'm 18 this year." Sauron raised interest, saying that Locke was too young to be a captain. He also said that he was young, and Sauron really didn't know that he was so young, he was one younger than him. year old. He looked at Locke, who had a beard and a mature face, and he presumed that he was in his twenties.

"I heard that you have participated in the **** battle of Gordon Heights?" Sauron asked slightly interested. "Yes, sir." This can be said to be the battle of national games between the Kingdom of Charlotte and the Kingdom of Forstan. Sauron didn't listen to the veterans around him, but these people are all veterans, and they tell how they are. How to kill the enemy heroically, Sauron is unbelievable.

His teacher Will Knight, a high-level knight-servant-level strongman told him that even in that battle he was seriously wounded, and his personal bravery was turned over in the flesh and blood battle of more than 100,000 people. Not coming out. Not to mention that he is a high-level knight servant, not even a peak-level knight servant. The top-level knight servant is the level of the regimental commander, and the high-level knight servant is the first level of the regiment commander. Baron's territory can cultivate high-level knightly servants, it is indeed not to be underestimated.

"Can you tell me something? Just talk about your own situation." Sauron can't wait to ask, and invited Rock to sit in the rest position on the left side of the camp, "This is the sofa, and the Charlotte people will enjoy it. The last time I defeated Figor City and seized it in the main palace." Sauron said.

"Thank you, Master." Locke thanked, sitting rigidly on the "sofa". Seeing Master Sauron's curiosity, Locke thought, the opportunity came.

Locke is not a storyteller. He just mechanically tells what he sees and hears. Although he has no blood and no passion, he is vivid. Master Sauron is tired of exaggerated descriptions. Ordinary people attracted him in the face of involuntary wars.

Locke said that the **** battle occurred in the late autumn of his third year in the army, and that he was fighting under Uncle Joshak as a spearman. He told Master Sauron what he saw and heard, and the huge fireball. Sliding from the sky, the cold ice cone pierced the hardest armor, and the heavy waves of the strong horse riding the sword of the powerful horse slashed through a small team of horses.

Sauron was more and more interested in listening, and the stories heard from different populations were very different. He obviously liked listening to the stories told by Locke more than Will Knight. He substituted himself into Locke’s experience. Extricate themselves.

Sloan still knows a bit about the supernatural attacks such as fireballs and ice cones that Locke said, but he is not yet qualified to contact them, and he can only get a glimpse of when he succeeds to the title. Therefore, he pays more attention to the kind of knight strongman said by Locke. He also cultivated his own fighting spirit, knowing that to reach more than ten people with a sword, at least a mid-level knight servant-level strength, he is still only an entry-level knight. Attendant, this is still the culprit he has been practicing since the age of nine.

"Does the strong man sweep everything?" Sauron asked.

Locke shook his head, "I have only seen the strong man of that level once. I don’t know if anyone else swept everything, but the knight was overwhelmed by the surrounding soldiers after cutting down a small team, which inspired a three-foot height. There was no movement after the blood."

Sauron obviously cannot accept this fact. The mid-level knight servant-level strongmen are at least the first level of the captain in the two countries' armies. Is such a level of strongman so dead? Pingping is often the same as a normal person, just killed and drowned by the sea.