The Rise of the Grassroots Rider

Chapter 11. Master Sauron

This is a more than ten square feet of green tent, the sides of the tent is a lot of rare things, flower pots in the red small trees, hanging in mid-air under the metal frame attached to one after another pearls, a gray-brown bearskin, an eagle soaring like a wooden carving 。。。。。。 In short, Locke recognized some of them as very valuable things, and others he didn't recognize, and figured they were even less mundane.

In front of the tent was a wooden table with an orange-red glistening oil, and on the right side was a huge screen blocking the view behind it, which Locke judged to be the place where young master Sauron slept.

A young man with light red pupils, black hair, and a straight figure stood in front of the desk, he looked faintly at the gray-haired, curious-looking sergeant in front of him, who was close to his age. The young man with red pupils was Solon, an iconic feature that showed he possessed the bloodline of the noble Marquis of Sandru in the royal capital.

Solon recognized this Locke who was now in front of him, carrying two bottles of ale. It must be said that Locke's disheveled gray hair with his worn leather armor and carrying two bottles of ale was comical.

Yes, it was comical, the young master Sauron who had a deep noble cultivation commented on Locke as comical, however, after considering that this was an actual commoner from a commoner's background, Sauron was relieved, and instead, he had some interest in him.

This gray hair, but the body is even stronger than him, this small captain, these two days did not appear in his ears, the troops are going to pull out, but the third and fourth squadrons that have been destroyed by two squadrons still need two squadron commanders, the rear of the new recruits have already arrived, however, the squadron commanders are really delayed to be determined.

After several consecutive discussions on the selection of squadron leaders, no one has been finalized. First, there are several people who meet the standard, but there are only two positions, and there are countless people who have their eyes on this kind of real power position. Secondly, the first two figures of the barracks have not yet issued a number, his father, Baron Caddozzi and his teacher, Grand Captain Will Knight. The two of him hadn't given the word, and anything else was a waste of time.

Locke was also one of the more vocal ones, and surprisingly, two squadron captains recommended him, even though both of them were the first and second captains of his squadron. After all, these people are all from commoners, they don't understand the trade-offs between nobles, both squadron captains are promoting their own men, such a rough way of pulling a mountain, it simply makes young master Sauron grin.

Of course Locke's strength, seniority are up to standard, and even in the battalion there is not a small amount of prestige, prestige this thing in the military camp is particularly important, which not only allows you to sit firmly under the position, but also can enhance the team fighting ability. As for age, young master Sauron is annoyed by this.

He is 19 years old this year, but he still entered the barracks as the vice-captain of the cavalry squadron? Although he only entered the barracks last year, because he was a cavalryman, the subsequent battle of the Fellmer Grand Canyon did not enter the most dangerous battle, so he did not experience the mill of blood and flesh twice.

And Locke, joined the army for four years, big and small battles have been fought over, ask the recruits who is the most served, Locke big brother. So, overall Locke's promotion is likely to be fifty-fifty. Looking at Locke's appearance at this time carrying ale and looking at him slightly nervously, Solon also understood seven or eight points, this kid's brain is good ah, Solon thought to himself.

"My lord, I'm Locke from the second squadron, I just got two bottles of good wine the other day, I'll give you a taste." After the first few seconds of curiosity and nervousness, Locke immediately adjusted, respectfully bowed his head and said, and showed the two bottles of ale.

"Well, not bad, put it there." Young Master Sauron pointed to the side shelf. Locke carefully placed the wine on the shelf, he quickly scanned the shelf again for the curiosities he was curious about.

After placing it Locke retreated back to his position in the center of the tent, his eyes lowered, Solon looked at Locke so respectfully uptight, he added to Locke's favor. "What town are you from?" Solon casually asked. "My lord, I am from the town of Mines." "How old is this year?"

"My lord, I'm 18 this year." Solon raised interest, all said that Locke's age is too small, not enough to take the position of squadron leader, all said that his age is small, Solon really do not know so small, than he is still a year younger. He looked at Locke, who at this point had a long beard on his lower handle and a mature face, and he had a preconceived notion that he was in his twenties.

"I heard that you participated in the b****y battle of Gordon Heights?" Solon asked with slight interest. "Yes, my lord." This battle that could be said to be the battle of national fortunes between the Kingdom of Charlotte and the Kingdom of Faustine, Solon hadn't heard much about it from the veterans around him, but these people were all veteran soldiers, and recounting how valiantly they had killed the enemy was something that Solon didn't believe.

His teacher, Knight Will, a high-ranking knight squire, told him that even he was seriously injured in that battle, and his personal bravery in the battle of more than 100,000 people's flesh and blood, even a flower can not be turned out. Not to mention that he was a high-ranking Knight Squire, even the peak level Knight Squire could not, peak level Knight Squire is the level of Legion Commander, high-ranking Knight Squire is the level of Regiment Commander, it must be said that Baron Kaido Qi with a baronial territory can cultivate a high-ranking Knight Squire, indeed not to be underestimated.

"Can you tell me about it? Just tell me about yourself." Solon couldn't wait to demand, and invited Locke to sit in the resting position on the left side of the tent, "This is a sofa, the Charlos are quite good at enjoying themselves, it was captured in the city's lord's mansion the last time they broke through Fingol City." Solon introduced.

"Thank you my lord." Locke thanked, and sat on the sofa in a formal manner. Seeing how inquisitive young master Solon was, Locke thought to himself, here's his chance.

Locke is not a good storyteller, he just mechanically recounted what he saw and heard, although there is no blood, no passion, but vivid, young master Sauron tired of listening to exaggerated descriptions, this kind of like a small bridge of water like ordinary people facing the life of the war experience, attracted him.

Locke told of the b****y battle that took place in the late autumn of his third year in the army, of the time when he fought as a lancer following under Uncle Joschak, and he recounted to Young Master Sauron what he had seen and heard of the huge fireballs sliding down from the sky, the cold ice picks piercing through the hardest of armor, and the strong men in heavy armor riding warhorses chopping up entire squads of men and women with a single s***h of their swords.

The more Solon listened, the more interested he was, from different people to hear the story is very different, he obviously preferred to listen to the story told by Locke than the Weir Knight, he will be his own generation into Locke's experience, which the danger, the excitement that he could not help himself.

For what Locke said about fireballs, ice picks and other supernatural attacks, Sauron still knows a little bit, but he is not qualified to touch these, when he will inherit the knighthood can only get a glimpse of the truth. So he is more concerned about the kind of knight strongman that Locke said, he himself also cultivated the fighting qi, know that to reach a sword cut over ten people at least is the middle rank knight squire level strength, he so far is only the entry level knight squire, this is still he from the age of nine years old began to cultivate the family heirloom fighting qi.

"Is that kind of strong person sweeping everything?" Solon asked.

Locke shook his head, "I've only seen a strong person of that level once, I don't know if others sweep everything, but that knight was immediately overwhelmed by the surrounding soldiers after hacking over a squad, and was nowhere to be found after inspiring a three-foot high blood splatter."

Solon obviously couldn't accept this fact, middle ranked Knight Squire level powerhouses were at least at the level of a captain in both countries' armies, and this level of powerhouses died so simply? Plain as day and like a normal person, he was just killed and drowned by the sea of people.