Mage Veigar

Chapter 1: Chariots of the Army

The walls of Kareni look thick and cold under the setting sun.

This is Kaleni, the northernmost city of the Nolan Empire. Further north is the United Kingdom, the empire’s mortal enemy.

The city of Kareni is magnificent and tall. As the strategic front tooth of the empire, it is home to the entire Third Army.

Although the armistice agreement with the United Kingdom is still in effect, accidental shootings occur almost every day. In this city where even the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder, war may have broken out when you wake up one day.

The bleak autumn wind blew up a few wisps of sand on the parade ground, where the training of new recruits was carried out.

As early as half a year ago, as one of the five most powerful countries in the Jialan Continent, the Nolan Empire began to continuously expand its military strength, and the border city of Kalini was naturally no exception.

Da da da.

Under the setting sun, a company of about 200 people broke through the wind and sand like a sharp sword, marching in neat steps around the training ground to do the final -kilogram weighted sprint training. All of them had a resolute expression on their faces, which was a far cry from when they just joined the army half a year ago.

"stop."

As soon as the company instructor gave the order, the entire team stopped and stood in neat rows in less than three seconds. However, after a whole day of high-intensity training, every soldier's face inevitably showed some fatigue.

The company is divided into four columns.

At the head of the third column is a child.

If you don't look closely, your 1.40m height will easily make you overlook this guy whose backpack is more obvious than him.

His name is Vega. At 11 years old, he is much younger than the average age of the soldiers in this team, which is around 23. Compared with these adults, he is just a child whose hair has not even grown out. However, his ill-fitting uniform tells us that -

He is a qualified imperial soldier.

The training of new recruits is coming to an end, and the ceremony of commissioning new recruits will be held tomorrow. Soldiers who can persist in the devilish training until today without being eliminated will be qualified imperial soldiers who can be deployed to the battlefield at any time. Even if he is an eleven-year-old child, no one dares to underestimate his fighting ability.

"Everyone, turn left and march in unison."

After a lecture, the instructor gave the order to march to the cafeteria.

"Hmm~"

Vega stood on tiptoe with all his strength and could barely see tonight's dishes through the 1.45m-high food window. His tender hands pointed with difficulty at the two vegetarian dishes and one meat dish that he couldn't name. Every time at this time, the middle-aged woman working in the cafeteria would heartbrokenly give Vega more food than others.

"What a crime."

"The Empire actually sent such a young child to the battlefield."

"Every time I see this child I can't help but think of my 13-year-old True."

Vega listened to the discussions, without showing any expression on his young face. He quietly enjoyed his dinner after a hard day's work in a corner. Meal time was the happiest moment of his day.

Maybe he is indeed pitiful in the eyes of others.

He joined the Imperial Army at the young age of eleven. His body had to complete an adult's training regimen every day, and after graduation, the recruits could be sent to the battlefield and lose their lives at any time.

But Vega had no sense of pity.

Vega's full name is Li Vega, and he is a real earthling.

9 months and 15 days ago.

Veigar vividly remembers that he was still staying at home, enjoying the popular game League of Legends, drinking iced cola, and enjoying the comfortable air conditioning. By the way, his eponymous hero, the evil little mage Veigar, was very cool.

Everything started to change after that 0-30-0 game.

After fainting and waking up, he found himself turned into an 11-year-old child.

He was only about 1.4 meters tall, and it was deep winter, but he was wearing a tattered and cold-not-warming gown. The rumbling of his stomach constantly tormented the nerves that grew under the national flag. When had he ever suffered such hardship? Where was he?

God knows how he survived that winter. Born in troubled times and an orphan, he almost starved to death on the streets of Kareni half a year ago.

Does anyone have mercy on him?

The friction on the border has caused the number of homeless children on the streets of Kareni to be as numerous as rice. Even if a child is quite handsome, no one will pity him or even give him a piece of black bread. The only people who can huddle together for warmth are homeless children in the same situation.

When early spring arrives.

Despite the objections and confusion from his companions, he chose to volunteer to join the army alone.

Although the imperial soldiers have good welfare and high status, their training intensity and elimination rate are also astonishingly high.

Vega knew very well that it was impossible for a child to complete the high-intensity adult training. The best result would be being eliminated in less than a week, and the most likely thing would be death during training.

The instructor will not take extra care of you just because you are a child. The imperial army follows the cruelest law of the jungle, where only the fittest survive. This is why the Norlan Imperial Army is famous in the Galan Continent.

Today is half a year later.

He is still alive in this world.

With the body of a child and a soul that had been nurtured in a greenhouse for eighteen years, he actually completed all the training and assessments. In the end, he persisted despite the elimination rate of 70% for new recruits and achieved extremely outstanding results.

He won the respect of his comrades and instructors.

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The next day, at the awarding ceremony.

The instructor put the rank of corporal and the badge of outstanding soldier on Weiss, and then saluted.

"Soldier, the glory of the empire is with you!"

"For the glory of the empire!"

Vega raised his right palm to his temple. The military salute of the Empire was no different from that of Earth.

"You are the best soldier in the company. After you are assigned to the unit, you must not bring disgrace upon the company's reputation."

The instructor showed a rare satisfied expression and wanted to pat Weiss on the shoulder, but Weiss's awkward height made him helpless and had to salute again: "I wish you good luck in military affairs."

After returning the military salute, Vega walked down from the stage.

Vega stood up and took a peek at his tailor-made formal military uniform and the medal of outstanding soldier on his chest. He knew that he had finally gained a foothold in this alien world that was similar to the Western Middle Ages.

Although riding on a military chariot involves a certain degree of life-threatening danger, it also represents a status and position higher than that of ordinary people. Not only does one not have to starve, but one can also receive a salary from the empire.

Moreover, his rank is only different from that of ordinary regular soldiers.

As an outstanding soldier graduating, he started with the rank of corporal, which meant that he would not be assigned to the cannon fodder unit, but would be arranged in the backbone unit as an elite.

What is the backbone force?

The backbone troops represent the troops that generally do not need to participate in a war unless a full-scale war breaks out. Although the border is not peaceful now, the Empire and the United Kingdom have not torn their faces apart, there are only minor frictions.

Vega finally ushered in his spring.

Alive.

A smooth life.

After traveling to another world and nearly starving to death on the streets, Vega had only these two wishes left in his heart.

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(End of this chapter)