Old Dean has never seen such an army in his life. He has seen many well-known troops, and most of the troops with personality have the personalities of their direct commanders.

But the character of the random castle army is like the character of their lord.

This army is full of chatter and laughter, but is disciplined and has a hint of ruffian spirit in its morale. Every soldier has a smile on his face, as if they are not going to fight, but are preparing to go on an outing.

Are they not afraid of death?!

If Old Dean had the leisure to pull a soldier and asked his questions in person, he would definitely get the answer.

The soldiers were not afraid because they could win every battle, and the casualty rate was very small. Even if they died, their lord would hold a glorious funeral for them on the stone hill in the east of the city, so that they would not live for a lifetime.

Even if they die without a burial place, the lord can still call back their souls. What are they afraid of such an army without worries?

In the early morning, the army of the random castle was assembled, with all the heroes, 800 archers, 500 mercenaries, 200 goblins, 36 cavalry, and the one thousand people emerging.

Old Dean and the Lord inspected this unit together. It was such a small and powerful army...

"Young Lord, if you can become the king of the Kingdom of Ruoki, I'm afraid the kingdom of humanity-" Before Old Dean finished speaking, Chen Zhen interrupted him: "Old man, I have no interest in being a king or something. My dream is to become a dragon slaying lord."

After saying that, he stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Comrades!"

"I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to become the Dragon Slaying Lord! Along the way, we have experienced so many hardships and overcome so many difficulties."

"The enemy beat us, scold us, and even laughed at us. We all survived, but today, we still have a tough battle to fight. In the future, we still have countless tough battles to fight! Just today's battle, I won't hide it from you. We want to declare war in the same country."

"We are going to declare war on enemies that are hundreds or even thousands of times ours! We are going to rush to their territory and beat them up!"

"Comrades, really, I'm a little scared."

After hearing the Lord's words, all the soldiers of this army burst into laughter. Old Dean was really surprised. Don't they know that they were just going to die?

Chen Zhen continued: "But I will never give up on my dream of becoming a dragon slaying lord. This tough battle is a hurdle that I must go through on the road to becoming a dragon slaying lord!"

"It's just a pain for you. In order to realize my dream, you all have great young people, put their lives on their belts and follow me around."

"It will kill people, comrades, this battle will kill many people."

"I don't say secret words to you. Who doesn't want to fight this war? Go back to the castle now. I don't blame you. You stayed in the castle to protect my other leaders. There is nothing to be ashamed. Brothers, I'm telling the truth because I owe you too much. I don't want you to owe you my life."

After hearing this, Old Dean frowned slightly. The young lord said this, which would definitely have a blow to morale.

He silently estimated that there would be more than a dozen or twenty soldiers secretly exiting the array. After all, the Lord said so clearly and bluntly. Could it be that these soldiers had no imagination at all and didn't know what kind of battle they were about to face?

Imagine that countless undead troops surrounded these more than a thousand troops, and they had to resist wave after wave of attack until they were exhausted and slaughtered by the enemy.

Their bodies would be dragged away and buried in the cemetery of the skeleton warlock, and one day, listening to the harsh spell, crawling out of the grave again.

Their souls are polluted, their memories are lost, and they become walking dead. Their final fate is to become a cancer on this plain of despair.

Even so, did they not retreat at all? Old Dean didn't believe it.

But the result was beyond Old Dean's expectations. A few minutes passed, and more than a thousand soldiers, none of them left the array. They stood straight in place one by one. Old Dean's nose had glasses, if he had glasses, he would have fallen down at this moment.

He carefully distinguished the faces of these soldiers, and he did not see a noble face.

Most of these young soldiers are descendants of wanderers. Their lives are like grass, but they are the group of people who cherish their lives the most.

Old Dean really couldn't have imagined that such a group of people could be so terrifying. Old Dean even had an illusion, as if the one standing in front of him was not more than a thousand soldiers, but a million troops! It was a winning army with millions of momentum!

"Okay! Lu Pai!" Chen Zhen shouted when he saw that no one had withdrawn.

Lu Pai heard the roar of the lord, shouted, "Yes!" and then walked over.

The Lord Lord shouted at him: "Build a thousand tombs on the stone mountain in the east of the city!"

Lu Pai's eyes were filled with tears and he replied loudly: "Abide by the order!"

This is the momentum of looking at death... Chen Zhen's eyes were red, and all the soldiers' eyes were red. On the school ground, the atmosphere was solemn. Old Dean had goose bumps all over his body as he got old. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Suddenly, Chen Zhen was stunned and frowned randomly and looked at the air in front of him.

Lord Lord often does this. The leaders of random castles are used to it, but Old Dean is not very used to it. He stretched out his five fingers and shook it in front of Chen Zhen, "Young Lord?"

"Ahhaha... The old man gives me a few minutes, wait a moment, who! Lu Pai, don't repair the grave first!"

After saying that, Chen Zhen turned around and carefully read the words on the light blue holographic screen that suddenly lit up in front of him: [Lord, I have to say that you are really six. I know you want to pretend to be in front of outsiders, but you are indeed a little too big. Can you guarantee that you are not trembling at all now?]

Chen Zhen thought to himself: Get out of here...

[Lord, you don’t need to be so difficult. That old Dean is really, and he actually lets you take risks. Even if you are happy, I will not be happy! Lord Lord, as long as you listen to the must-choose tasks I will post to you next, you will understand.]

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[Today's must-choose tasks are as follows: Please save Orc Tribe's only daughter - Orc Princess - Orcs - Orcs - Orcs - Kadan from the army of the undead. As long as you can successfully save Orcs, you will get a reward worth 3,000 people worship!]

Chen Zhen was surprised. He should have thought to himself, but he rushed out: "Orc Princess?!"
Chapter completed!