Duke Schwab, the distinguished knight, stood unwavering in the face of an army many times his size. He firmly grasped his longsword and charged at the enemy, riding Emma Ruth at his saddle. The enemy trembled at his lion-like roar, and his elite troops joined him in roaring his distinctive war cry, "Alpaca!" Although historians have long puzzled over the Schwab family's unique war cry, and despite extensive research, no source for it has been found in the Kingdom of Kate, the United City-States of Amilan, or even in older languages, this in no way diminishes the allure of Duke Schwab, the founder of the Kingdom of Prus. --- "Biographies of Historical Figures on the Dias Continent"

How to be king in the Middle Ages without a system?

See how the second son of the earl gradually becomes stronger.

Along the way, thorns and roses bloom.

Roger said: This road is long.

This book is a knight adventure novel, a bit like a "road movie", similar to the growth, experience and adventure of RPG games.

A spark of wisdom from the soul of a tech-savvy man from future China, combined with the rigid temperament of a German noble—through a mysterious force, these elements traverse time and space, merging into the body of a minor noble in the Holy Roman Empire. What follows is an unimaginable reaction.

Witness the soul of a Chinese tech enthusiast travel to the Middle Ages. With his intellect and noble bloodline, he forges a path to glory amid the darkness and chaos of medieval times. He becomes the master knights would die for, the captain fiercely supported by German mercenaries, a noble among nobles. With lances and spears, longbows and crossbows, longswords and battle axes—he leads you into the heart of the Middle Ages.

"This is the story of an Earthling who crosses over into the early days of the Dance of the Dragons, carrying a space where time flows a hundredfold faster."

"This is the story of a minor noble with a territory of mere hundreds of households, whose bloodline will one day sit the Iron Throne."

"This is the story of a dictator who makes humanity remember the warmth of dragonfire once more."

Feudalism. Lordship. Knights. And Faith.

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❀The thunder of fate explodes! A young man from Blue Star unexpectedly masters the 72 unique skills of the Earthly Fiends, falling into a purgatory of political intrigue and intrigue!

❀Dragon flames burn the city, the queen falls, and the vast sky is filled with the lamentation of a giant dragon carrying its broken body. Is this the prelude to nirvana and rebirth! Or is it the foreshadowing of a monstrous conspiracy?

❀The Iron Throne, symbolizing supreme power in Westeros, has melted into molten red iron, and the totem of power has collapsed! Will the beast of ambition deep within the human heart truly lie dormant?

❀A traveler with otherworldly powers, mastering the 72 unique skills of the Earthly Devil! In this shattered world of power struggles, hope, and despair, can you dispel the bloody fog and become the giant hand that stirs the storm of fate?

He traveled through the House of Dragons and became Baelon, Rhaenyra's non-existent brother.

The one standing before you now is the King of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, the Protector of Essos, and the God of the New World.

The former top wanderer was reborn as a knight and came to the early years of the disaster. Under the seemingly prosperous scene of La Rochelle, countless undercurrents are hidden. The undead invaded the border, the surrounding big countries were surrounded by powerful enemies, and the kingdom was in chaos... The mountains and rivers were broken and the wind was blowing. In this chaotic world, at the end of the prosperous era, the young knight Cyril brought the future undead queen and drew the knight's sword from the back of the lich with a majestic manner: "Hey, take my righteous backstab!"

Azeroth, a world rife with demons and monsters, a world whose survival depends on the heroic sacrifices of heroes.

The emergence of a young Taoist priest will bring true order to this despairing world, and time will no longer be swerving towards destruction.

The young Taoist priest spreads Chinese civilization across the barren continent, applying modern scientific concepts to improve the indigenous people's advanced technology.

He uses technology and magic to purify the various evil forces, purifying them within the range of artillery and magic.

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A simple life—legendary swordsman, Knight of the Round Table, Lord of Camelot, Davian Slyrik.

Morgan: If I can’t have it, no one can.

Artoria: When the road has reached its end, Davian… I will avenge you.

Mordred: If I can’t take Britain from your hands… then let it burn!

Davian: Tatakai! Ichimo tatakai! (Fight! Always fight!)

As the blood of Red Grass soaked the veins of Blackfyre's sword, and Daemon Blackfyre's roar was cut short by a poisoned arrow—the rebel who had sparked the division of the Seven Kingdoms had actually opened his eyes a century earlier on Dragonstone.

In 97 AC, true dragons still circled the skies, the fuse of the Dance of the Dragons had yet to be lit, and he became a vague footnote in the Targaryen family tree—"the orphan of Prince Aemon, mother unknown."

The black dragonmark on his shoulder burned like a charcoal, resonating with the roar of the Glutton from the depths of the dragon's lair. The "ancestors" before him were as vivid as blades: Rhaenys the Sleepless Queen's violet eyes concealed undimmed ambition, Daemon Targaryen's "Wandering Prince" blade reflected the arrogance of youth, and Jaehaerys's "Mature King" cough carried the weight of the Iron Throne.

He had once been the "Black Dragon" who overthrew the Targaryens, but now he rode the fiercest wild dragon, the Glutton, and danced the skies with his great-grandfather of the same name. As the afterimage of the Blackfyre Sword intertwined with the dragon flames of the Glutton over King's Landing, he finally understood: his destiny, spanning centuries, had never been to retrace the bloody path of rebellion—

but rather, on the eve of the Dance of the Dragons, before all tragedy was written, to ask those ancestors who shared his blood:

The glory you bear in the name of "blood and fire," will it burn as a torch of redemption or a wildfire of destruction?

The ashes of the Red Grasslands fell into the sulfurous mist of Dragonstone. A black dragon from the future, with its rebellious claws, was prying at the most fragile link of the Targaryen dynasty.