Chapter 817, The Glory of the Holy Grail Belongs to Everyone (5,400 Words Long Chapter)

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More than ten years ago, serfs were insignificant to Britannia. In the territory, they were regarded by the knights as livestock, property, and food for them to extract income. Serfs were lowly and could do whatever they wanted. Those who were driven and recruited were those who were killed first in battle, and then made it easier for the knights to charge from the side or from behind.

But now, the era of change has come quietly due to His Majesty Lane's changes. I don't know when it started, but the serfs found that their tithes were changed to fixed taxes. The more you work, the more you get. I don't know when it started. The knights have begun to be forced to pay attention to the role played by the serfs in the war.

The Principality of Bastogne is a principality that pays great attention to tradition. Paying attention to tradition means being stubborn, slow to change, and decadent. But paying attention to tradition also means that the people here are extremely proud of their hometown, their own culture and customs. Bastogne The knights of Stony have always been proud of their special status in the kingdom. This is the hometown of Arthur, the first knight king. This is the place where the dragon thrives in Britannia. The entire principality, from the Duke of Red Dragon to all the serfs, They are all proud to be from Bastogne.

The village of Tyne and Wear is a place that is proud of its history. It is ruled by the famous Baron Gascoigne of Tyne and Wear. This baron is a household name throughout Bastogne. This is not because of this Gascoigne. How brave and virtuous Baron Coyne is, just because this Baron is an out-and-out drunkard, local serfs often joke that Mr. Gascoigne has only two states in life: "drunk and crazy" and "Drunk to the point of unconsciousness".

However, this Baron Gascoigne not only knew how to get drunk, but also knew how to exact taxes. He regarded Tyne and Wear as a cruel lord who took pleasure in collecting debts and even taxed the poor who couldn't bear the blame. The serfs were resentful and Disliked him, however, the baron's uncle was an earl vassal under Duke Bohemond of the Red Dragon, and Gascoigne had legal rights to rule the territory.

And just today, an old guard returned to his hometown riding a strong war horse, wearing a full uniform and dwarven rune vibranium half-plate armor, carrying a large backpack and a roll of blankets behind him.

His name is Nicholas, and he comes from a serf family in Bastogne. During the Great Expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountains, he participated in the war as a serf infantryman of the Principality of Bastogne, and experienced the Battle of the Giant Tower and the Battle of Junku Castle. , the Battle of Steel Rock, the Battle of Walaya Gate, the decisive battle of Titan Gate and the final battle of Eight Peaks Mountain. In a series of war trials, this serf infantry rose to the legendary level in countless hard battles and was promoted to the old guard. He joined the army and gained the status of a glorious freeman. In war, he has always been famous for his fearlessness and perseverance.

He wore the unique dark blue coat and collar of the Old Guard, white lapels, breeches, leggings, red epaulettes, cuffs, feathers and a tall bearskin hat. When he appeared in front of the villagers, those who were farming and chatting The serfs almost welcomed Nicholas' return with the loudest cheers and praises.

After a year and a half, Nicholas saw his family again, his parents with wrinkled faces and his two younger brothers and sisters. His eldest brother was still doing corvee work for the baron outside, and Nicholas wore This military uniform made people in the whole village feel that they could not look directly at him. Many serfs could not help but kneel down and call him "Master".

The illustrious military exploits and endless glory of the Old Guards have spread throughout the entire kingdom, and their names are now well known. For the serfs, the existence of the Old Guards has given them hope of promotion, which is the only A serf can be promoted to a noble in large numbers, and these serf-born soldiers have proven their strength with dazzling achievements time and time again. Now this army has become the idol of everyone in the kingdom.

As the company commander of the dragoon company, Nicholas finally got his rotation. He went home this time to move all his family members away. Officers already enjoyed this right.

Nicholas' package contained a lot of war seizures and gold coins. Near the village is Gascoigne's baron's castle. The baron's castle is nothing more than a large walled residence with an area of ​​no more than 800 square meters. Forget it, the two tax collectors appointed by the baron obviously coveted Nicholas' wealth, but looking at his military uniform and medals, as well as the firecracker behind his back and the scimitar at his waist, the tax collectors knew this. The idea stuck, so I had to give up.

From the mouth of his family, Nicholas learned that Gascoigne, the knight of their village, was in trouble.

This trouble comes from His Majesty Ryan, whom he admires and respects. After Ryan returned to Britannia, he announced that if a knight family failed to cultivate a qualified knight within four generations, then the family would be confiscated. Fiefdom and removal of noble titles.

Unfortunately, Mr. Gascoigne, the knight, is this kind of thing. Apart from drunkenness, all he has left in his life is extortion and women. Although he has the title of knight, Mr. Gascoigne has never been on the battlefield once in his life. He is just a human being. Five who are eating together and waiting to die.

Upon hearing this decree, the Baron couldn't sit still. He cursed Ryan's new policy and said, "What's wrong with the privileges and benefits that we noble nobles enjoy?" Have you eaten your king's bread or opened your wine cellar? Wasn’t this entire kingdom conquered by our ancestors who spent countless efforts and sacrifices? As their blood descendants, shouldn’t we continue to be our masters as a matter of course?

It didn't work. He went to his uncle, but it didn't work. He even managed to meet Duke Bohemond, but it still didn't work. In the end, the frustrated Baron could only decide to find a good opponent. It happened that the snow had melted in March. Gascoigne organized an army of 200 men from the baron, planning to personally find a beastman warband or goblin warband to wipe out on the edge of the Arden Forest, so that he could continue his life of dreams and dreams.

After drinking more than a dozen bottles of beer and three bottles of wine, and carrying two boxes of wine for backup, Gascoigne led an army into the Arden Forest. There had been no news for several days.

After hearing the family's description, the old Guards Dragoon Company Commander had no choice but to say: "Okay, let's stay here for a few days. When the Baron comes back, we can say hello and then we can leave."

That night, Nicholas rested at home. He lay on an uncomfortable wooden bed. The night in Bastogne was very peaceful. When he returned home, he fell asleep quickly.

In his dream, the Old Guard dreamed of the lady. She smiled at him, but her eyes were cold and emotionless, and her words were like the ice of winter: "Mr. Nicholas ?”

"Here I am, my lady!" The old guard knelt down in fear and said in the most humble tone: "Please order! My lady."

"Darkness is approaching Tyne and Wear." The goddess's beautiful face and figure were blurred in the mist, and she whispered vague words.

After saying that, the goddess disappeared into the mist.

The next day, Nicholas woke up from his sleep. It took him several minutes to confirm that the dream last night was not a lie. The old guard silently remembered this in his heart. Today is a market day. , the village of Tyne and Wear is very lively, with people coming and going on the street. His Majesty Lane's reforms have had a great impact on even the most traditional Bastogne. Nowadays, the market has a very rich variety of things, and the serfs Grains, vegetables, chickens, ducks and muttons are sold in the market. Many industrial products such as tools also appear in this village. Although it is not as prosperous as Ji'en City, the flow of people is quite considerable.

The serfs gathered together, bargaining, cursing their baron, wishing he would never come back.

Nicholas walked around the market with his family. His family was happy for his return. They bought two chickens, a large piece of lamb chops, and a barrel of imperial beer, thinking of having a meal today. OK

But before the shopping was finished, someone suddenly shouted: "The Beastmen are coming! The Beastmen are coming!"

"Help! The Beastmen are coming!"

"These filthy bastards are rushing towards our village!"

"Everyone, run away! Run away!"

All the serfs in the market immediately dispersed, screaming in fear and fear, and formed a chaotic mess.

Nicholas loudly signaled everyone to calm down. The old guard kept shouting and moving to signal everyone to calm down. He told everyone that the Baron's Castle was not far from here, and the nobles would not watch their villages being destroyed by wild beasts. If people are destroyed, they will definitely send troops.

However, the facts disappointed the Old Guard.

Dozens of beastmen formed a small beastman warband, with the heads of Baron Gascoigne and his men hanging on their bodies. These chaotic beasts rushed in under the organization of the horned beasts and the inferior horned beasts. In the villages, half of the villages were plundered, they massacred innocent people and burned the crops to the ground.

But there was never any response from the Baron's castle. The remaining defenders inside closed the castle door and refused to fight. The Baroness, Ms. Shelly, even ordered that no untouchable be allowed to enter her castle. The female noble saw those evil figures and evil spirits. The chaotic beast was so frightened that her legs became weak and she almost peed her skirt. She shouted sharply: "Don't go out to fight! No one is allowed to go out. These damn beastmen just want to plunder! Don't fight with me!" They are hostile, let them rob and eat enough, and they will leave naturally! Give the order, don't shoot an arrow! Whoever resists will die!"

"Yes!" The castle defenders faithfully implemented the Baroness's order. They refused to go to war, did not fire an arrow, and allowed the beastmen to massacre the serfs and ravage the village.

Nicholas witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and a silent indignation and anger burned in the heart of the Old Guard. He knew that he must not escape or retreat. After becoming an Old Guard, honor and responsibility surrounded him.

This makes him powerful.

inability! waste! The worm of the country!

"Scum who gave up the oath of knighthood! These are your people! Baroness, how can you abandon them!" Nicholas rode his horse and rushed to the castle. He shouted: "Quick, open the city gate. , put the army under my command, and I will deal with the beastmen!"

"Don't try to deceive me!" Mrs. Shirley straightened her back at the city gate: "Don't underestimate the determination of a noble lady! The beastmen are just here to rob. They will leave when they are full and have robbed enough. I will The gates will not be opened.”

"You are not a noble lady at all, you are just a coward and a rat! The worm of the kingdom!" Nicholas shouted angrily from the city: "You are not worthy of being a noble at all!"

"Aristocrat?" Mrs. Shirley snorted and replied, "Not every aristocratic lady can wear my corset."

"Scum!" The old guard tightened the handle of the scimitar at his waist. He snorted a few times and was too lazy to continue arguing with her. Instead, he took out a big flag from behind him and stuck it in his On top of his backpack, he rode a war horse and rushed into the village.

Crops were trampled, houses were burned, beastmen were ravaging the villages, and the serfs who lacked command and knight leadership were like a piece of loose sand and could only flee in all directions.

At this moment, the majestic singing of "La Marseillaise" suddenly sounded from the village, and a large flag flew in the flames.

With a red, white and blue background, and a golden fleur-de-lis pattern and Holy Grail pattern imprinted on the flag, the Old Guard dragoon company commander raised the flag and rode his horse through the village, singing the song "Old Guard" The military song "La Marseillaise": "People of the Kingdom! Wake up! The most critical moment has arrived!"

Military songs are loud, war horses neigh, and war flags are rolled.

"Look at this military flag! People of the kingdom! Unite under my flag and fight to defend the village! Fight to defend our home, our property and our food!" Nicholas waved the military flag crazily. .

"It's the Old Guard! It's His Majesty's Old Guard!"

"The Kingdom has not abandoned us!"

"We'll fight these beastmen!"

"Kill them all, kill them all!"

The serfs saw the military flag and the figure of the Old Guard. The loud military songs and calls made all the serfs burn with anger from the bottom of their hearts. The serfs may be cowardly, lowly, or lacking in fighting ability, but With their homes destroyed, food burned, and relatives killed, the fighting power they unleashed was enough to shock everyone. After the old guards appeared and took the lead, the serfs quickly gathered, holding pitchforks, Hoes, hammers and wooden sticks, howling and gathering under the military flag, Nicholas soon gathered more than two hundred people.

"Follow me! Charge!" Nicholas, the captain of the Dragoon Company of the Old Guards, gathered the serfs. He pulled out the scimitar in his hand: "Charge! For the lady and the king!"

"Kill, ah, for the lady!"

The assembled people rushed towards the beastmen.

The beastman Beast King was cutting a four-year-old girl into several pieces and devouring her flesh and blood. At this moment, it heard the charging and roaring sounds of humans, and quickly looked up: "Meat...eat Meat…more…meat…eat!”

The oncoming human was wearing a tall bearskin hat, colorful kite feathers, half-length dwarf finely crafted rune vibranium plate armor, a dark blue cloak and white breeches. He was unleashing the fury of humanity: "Kill." !Kill all these chaotic bastards!"

The fighting spirit disappeared without a trace in an instant. The figure of the Beast King immediately leaned back, and he could not stop making a fearful voice from his throat: "Old... old... Guard!"

"Old...old guard!"

"Can't eat...meat!"

"Iron...iron things...kill...will kill us!"

When the beastmen saw Nicholas's attire, they couldn't help but make a sound of fear. Their morale swayed, and many beastmen kept retreating in fear.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Nicholas charged in person. He rushed to the front alone. The eyes of the Old Guards were burning with angry flames. He raised his firecracker and killed a horned beast. Then he rushed to the side of the beast king and slashed with his scimitar. Next, the fearful Beast King was caught off guard. He exchanged a few blows with the Old Guards and then was in a hurry. Nikolay grasped the stainless steel scimitar made by the dwarf workshop, found an angle, and slashed the Beast King's sword with one blow. , head, left shoulder, and left arm were chopped off together.

Blood splattered everywhere, wailings continued, and the Beast King was killed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the serfs rushed towards the Beastmen frantically, overwhelming the Beastmen whose morale was shaken.

After a battle, the beastman warband that invaded the village lost more than 60%, and the remaining beastmen fled back to the depths of the forest in embarrassment to find meat that was easier to eat.

The crisis in Tyne and Wear was lifted. Nicholas killed seven or eight beastmen by himself, but the anger of the Old Guard did not stop. He brought a large group of armed serfs and planned to find the Baroness. I want an explanation.

If you can't even protect your own people, are you still qualified to be a noble?

The serfs shouted the names of Nicholas, His Majesty the King, and the Lady of the Lake, and followed Nicholas' footsteps.

The castle defenders originally wanted to aim their weapons at Nicholas, but when they saw him dressed as an old guard and the beast king's head still bleeding in his hand, they put away their weapons with some shame and fear and opened the way.

What came face to face was Nikolai's question.

Why not attack? Why don't you protect your own people! Aren't these serfs subjects under your rule?

The two sides faced off in the castle. Mrs. Shirley yelled at the guards how they could let these untouchables enter her noble castle. She ordered Nicholas to get out immediately, otherwise she would order the guards to use force. In the Kingdom of Knights, serfs They hurt the nobles and the whole family sat together.

Just like that, hundreds of people were at war with each other at the gate of the castle.

At this moment, the light of the Lake God burst out.

The lady emerged from the fog in a blinding light, with a smile on her face, and everyone immediately knelt down and paid all their respects to the fairy of the lake, the patron saint of the kingdom.

The fairy in the lake smiled and nodded. She motioned for everyone to look up, and then brought the Holy Grail to Nicholas' mouth: "This is what you deserve. You are a warrior, Lane's old guard. From you, I saw the virtues of a knight."

"Thank you so much! My lady!" Nicholas had tears in his eyes. He knew why the goddess entrusted him with dreams. He passed the test and got the right to drink from the Holy Grail. In the eyes of everyone, the old guard Jun lowered his head and took a sip from the Holy Grail.

His life has been forever changed, and from this day forward, he is no longer a mortal.

He is the first Holy Grail Old Guard.

"The glory of the Holy Grail belongs to everyone in Britannia." The voice of the Lake Fairy echoed in the castle. The goddess's words were cold and firm: "The Holy Grail is not proud of the blood, but the blood is proud of the Holy Grail. Knightly Virtue It is to protect the home and the country, not to be a worm in the kingdom!"

Mrs. Shirley was shaking all over, and she fainted on the spot.

It's over, everything is over!

The guards all knelt down in front of the goddess, waiting for the fate of the fairy in the lake.

"Nicholas, is this your name?" The goddess didn't bother to look at the noble lady and the guards. She said warmly to Nikolay, the company commander of the Dragoon Battalion of the Old Guard: "Don't you have a surname?"

"No, my lady, I only have a name." Nicholas knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Then let me give you a surname, okay?"

"It's a great honor!" Nicholas kowtowed again.

A sly smile suddenly appeared on the goddess's face: "Dawu, I give you the surname Dawu."

"From today on, your name is Nicolas Davout!"

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