Chapter 1: Berg Post

"Clang", "Clang", "Clang".

The sound of logging has been heard from the black forest for a long time.

"Cruff...", the axe swung down again, and the hollowed-out tree trunk finally couldn't bear the weight of the tree trunk and fell to the ground with a bang.

The man next to the tree flew up and down the axe in his hand, cut down branches, and collecting firewood were tasks he had to do every day.

As autumn approaches step by step, the entire Principality is becoming increasingly in short supply.

The electorate's direct jurisdiction from the subordinates to the earls, barons, and even the fiefs of low-level knights were unable to provide timely supplies to the soldiers stationed in the defensive strongholds in a timely manner.

Especially this spring, the North's long ships headed south, and the large-scale invasion of the raiders forced the energies of the northern principalities to severely damage the energy of the northern principalities.

A huge population was plundered, and large villages were burned. The power of the entire empire was greatly reduced. Ordinary people could not even solve the problem of food and clothing for a day, let alone weapons and armor.

There is a clear gap in terms of coal and firewood for heating.

The Midden Territory is located in the north of the empire, and the temperature is ten degrees lower than that of the southern electoral lords, especially near the strongholds in the border of the Dracovalde forest, and it is even colder day and night.

When you don't pay attention to keeping warm at night, you can act alone, not to mention the dangerous chaos creations in the night, even the cold can make an adult male lose his combat effectiveness.

"Hu", after doing everything, Leren stood up straight and breathed a long breath. Looking at the dense forest further away, his eyes were habitually narrowed. He pushed his waist back and his spine back for a moment, relaxing for a while.

The scenery in front of you is different from the prosperous cities that were known in the past. It naturally vents growth at will, and the boundaries of civilization dance with the wilderness.

This is the medieval world, a world full of despair and sorrow.

Although Leren in front of him is a part of the human empire in the medieval world, his soul and spiritual will come from a dimension that transcends the medieval world.

Simply put, Leren's soul is an outsider who travels through time and possesses the body of ordinary garrison soldiers of this human empire.

Strangely, the memories of the soul that has traveled through time are intact, but only the name is lost in the past.

At the beginning of the journey, Leren thought it was a dream that fell into deep sleep and could not wake up for a short period of time.

But on the third day, in a night attack by beastmen, he witnessed a big horned beast grabbing the robe beside him and tearing it apart. At that moment, the smell of blood filled his nose.

He fainted without warning.

No one can explain such inexplicable things, and Leren has no chance to find out the mystery in himself. He will be afraid of anyone who has such a strange thing, and Leren is no exception.

Fortunately, he often cultivates his mind and is considered a person with strong psychological endurance.

The moment he woke up after the war, he lay blankly on the sickbed, and the entire ward was filled with a damp and moldy smell, mixed with an extremely pungent smell of urine.

Leren kept thinking about life and what to do in the future.

One person was curled up on the bed in a corner of the ward, facing away from the outpost.

Other soldiers only thought he was too sad, which was commonplace in the army.

In the Middle Ages, humans' war against the darkness was full of despair. Every victory was just a stalemate, waiting for the next life-and-death war.

A week later, Leren gradually accepted reality. With the help of his possessed body memory, he also had a general understanding of his own situation and where he was.

He was in Miden, one of the twelve elected emperors in the human empire.

It has the largest white wolf war god "Euric" temple in the entire empire, from the Rick River in the south and Wester's territory in the west, all the way to the Free City of Marion Castle in the east and Midenheim in the north.

The border area is huge and comparable to the southern Tarabeck collar.

Leren knew a lot about this land. The former imperial emperor Sigma once fought a battle of the God-Chinger "Head Wolf" with the powerful Thuringian "Head Wolf" chief on the top of the White Wolf Mountain in Midenheim.

When Sigma became the human queen, the most important decision was to return the ruling power of the territory to which the twelve settlement chiefs belonged, but required the electorate to be loyal to this only human empire. When the empire was in trouble, each electorate must lend a helping hand.

After that, the chief class also disappeared, and the title of electoral was replaced by the chief family.

The operation of each leader is like a separate and independent principality. In addition to facing major crises or major meetings, the imperial emperor convenes a meeting of electoral emperors and the imperial parliament, and calls on each principality to participate in discussions or recruit soldiers to coordinate materials.

In September 2502, the new imperial emperor, Carl Franz, ascended the throne.

Leren also celebrated the 20th birthday warrior ceremony in the same month. This is a ceremony passed down by the Turingians and represents the appearance of a warrior who is enough to bear the name of "Yurick".

Leren was still a little excited about coming to the Middle Ages.

Countless epic battles, legendary heroes gather together, each race has glory and decline, and most importantly, with a strong fist, it can dominate the medieval world.

But ideals are ideals, reality is still cruel and suffocating.

At present, Leren is just a trivial imperial soldier stationed at the outer outpost of the Dracovalde Forest.

Especially his special appearance and his previous life are cowardly and bullied, which makes people unscrupulously ridiculed him and trampled on his dignity at will.

After being possessed, Leren became taciturn and looked not easy to bully.

But except for the kind Captain Hanni who occasionally cared about life and training, everyone else regarded him as the air. He was still the first to do dirty and tiring work, and he was also handed over to him every day to chop wood and feed horses.

Leren doesn't care about this at all. So what if those who accomplish great things are tolerant for a moment? Besides, he is happy that others don't pay attention.

Carry up three strands of dried firewood and return along the original path of the river that passed through the outside of the forest.

The wood-cutting area is in the inner layer of the forest. The outpost is 100 meters in a radius of no trees are allowed to be blocked. It is not only to prevent beastmen, but also to open up the shooting range and strengthen the defense's advantages.

The river winds to the southwest, and the central mountains are located in the hinterland of the northern electorate tribes, Midden, Hawk, Nord, and Oster. Nearly 90% of the rivers rely on the melting snow water supply to the peaks of the central mountains.

The world's Leren was just transferred from the southern electorate territory to the north to guard the river just two months ago, missing the scene of the flooding of the summer flood.

Now in the month, the water level of this river has dropped a lot, and there are a lot of mud on both sides of the river...

The huge human empire is not short of land, but it can allow serfs and self-cultivation farmers to cultivate safely and have very little arable land.

It is precisely because of the huge territory of the empire that millions of people are scattered in the huge territory, forming one village after another, one town after another.

Similarly, every forest in the empire has countless beastmen, the valley is full of green-skinned orc camps, and a corner of the empire's territory in the southeast is threatened with midnight nobility.

Leren has the most prominent characteristics of the Turing Roots people, and is tall. Thousands of years ago, the Turing Roots Berserkers were naked. In an era when iron weapons did not appear, the Turing Roots ancestors could fight with the orcs with their physical fitness alone.

However, the man possessed by Leren only has a strong body. He was too cowardly in his past, and everyone in the outpost could bully him.

What is unique is that Leren's hair is black and his pupil color is not the brown-yellow common in Middens.

Not only is it appearance characteristics, but over time, Leren discovered his special abilities in his body

After relieving his physical strength, Leren looked straight ahead, and with a moving consciousness, a transparent panel appeared in front of him. At the top of the panel, the white and pure skull was inlaid with golden double-tailed comets on the forehead.

【Host: Leren】

【Race: Human】

【Level:lv1】

【Equipment: None】

【Lucky favor: 94\100】

A panel that belongs to Leren himself to summon at will, like most time travelers, came to another world with golden fingers, but two months later, no events appeared.

Leren noticed the next line of small words in the level:

【Training value: 487\500】

"I've increased my training value by 3 points, and I haven't been in vain for a job." He sighed.

After more than a month of observation, Leren gradually understood the meaning of the values ​​appearing on this panel.

Experience value is similar to experience value. As you train various abilities every day, such as sword fighting and slashing, you can achieve the effect of increasing the experience value. The experience value is linked to the level, and only by accumulating the experience value can you increase the level by one level.

Before I could take a closer look, a light gray flash floated out and another panel popped up.

[Minister Mission: Level up to lv2(1\2)]

Leren was about to withdraw his gaze, but after being fucked like this, he was stunned for a moment. This was the first time that the cheating system had reacted. Looking at the newly popped up panel, Leren felt a little dizzy.

Soldier mission? Join the system to understand your current situation? A small soldier who can sacrifice for the empire at any time!

In an instant, Leren had the urge to scold the system, and what was wrong with making him travel through time? Even if it was not good to be an ordinary knight in Brittany next door to live a life of just a matter of money? With fiefs and serfs, he was chaotic for a lifetime, and it was not impossible to pass like that.

Maybe one day I have good luck and will fall in love with the goddess, and allow me to take a sip of foot washing water, and I will be a dog licking knight from now on.

After taking a deep breath, Leren patted his forehead to sober up, calmed down the "humiliation" in his heart, and read carefully a reward of a text description.

[Reward 1: Unlock the personal attribute panel, the host can use "skill points"]

[Reward 2: Increase the lucky value by 3 points.]

Skill points?

God knows which points the system will add, but it is a good thing in short, but Leren is a little confused about the second item to increase the lucky value.

After traveling through time to the present, the biggest confusion is the lucky value on the panel, which has neither text description nor daily reminders, which is more mysterious.

I thought it would be the lucky gain. In the Middle Ages, the God of Luck is the most popular god.

Fortunately, Leren had a period of time, and went back and forth in the forest, hoping to pick up a knight's sword and several copper coins and silver coins. As a result, he encountered nothing. After walking, he stepped on a lot of dried orc feces.

The system's lucky value will only automatically increase by 1 point per day. Over time, Leren will leave it alone and change it.

"Since you come, you'll be at ease. You can upgrade immediately. If you add another 3 lucky points, you can get 100 points. I just don't know what good things you will give." Leren cleared his thoughts and stepped up his pace to rush to the outer outpost of the forest.

The forest in the afternoon is also very dangerous. In order to avoid other people's notice of problems, I deliberately went to the deeper part of the forest to chop wood.

Leren was wearing a shabby blue and white soldier uniform with pleated squats. The originally not-so-bright color almost disappeared, and a dirty black felt hat was worn on his head.
To be continued...