Chris rode his horse and ran all the way, arriving at Mote City forty minutes later.
I could clearly feel that the atmosphere was different today. Along the way, I saw several knights putting on their armor and leading their horses towards the outside of the city.
Putting the rope away, Chris went straight to the Viscount's Mansion.
"Chris, are you here?" Brent stood at the door to greet him, with a proud look on his face.
"Well, is father at home?"
"Yes, hey, how did you know that my Dragon Tooth Sword has been forged?" Brent pulled out the sword with a clang and showed off his power.
He couldn't wait to go home that day to withdraw money and buy dragon teeth.
Chris: "???"
"The feel of this Dragon Tooth Sword is really great. It cuts iron like clay and blows hair to break hair. Now I finally feel your happiness." Brent smiled broadly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Dragon Roar flew out of the space ring, unsheathed himself, and stabbed towards Brent with a cold light flashing on the blade.
Brent quickly raised his sword to greet him, and the two fought with each other for more than ten rounds.
"Roar!" A silver dragon of fighting spirit wrapped around the dragon's roar. This was a small amount of fighting spirit that it had previously stored, and it could be used by Chris at critical moments.
"Come back!" Chris waved his hand, and the fighting spirit dragon dissipated and flew back into his hand with a roar.
"No, brother, you can't imagine how happy I am." Chris walked into the house with a smile.
Brent looked at the roar of the dragon longingly, and suddenly felt that the dragon tooth sword in his hand no longer smelled good.
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Father Yunado came towards me. He was wearing a bright silver armor, a broad sword at his waist, and a flirty red cloak behind him.
Yunaduo glanced at Chris lightly and said, "Get ready to go."
"yes!"
Fourth-level knight Sam brought over a sturdy black horse. Yunado took the reins from him, stroked the black horse's head, and said: "Old man, you are going to fight with me again."
"Hiss." The black horse snorted.
The father and son walked outside the house.
"Sir Viscount, the third young master has a pleasant trip!"
A group of servants and guards escorted them to the door.
Walking on the streets of Mote City, faced with the bustling crowd, Yunado was the first to ask: "It's your first time to go out so far, are you nervous?"
Chris shook his head.
In his previous life, he dared to take a train alone to go to university 3,000 kilometers away.
Soon, they arrived at the city gate, and Chris summoned Draggen to ride up.
The moment the tugging root appeared, the black horse under Yunado's crotch was obviously frightened. It felt the breath of the dragon colt, its body trembled slightly, and it couldn't even stand still.
Chris quickly grabbed the horn of the dragging root and let it put away its pressure, and then the dark horse returned to normal.
Yunaduo glanced at Lagen in surprise, feeling frustrated in his heart.
Whether it was weapons, armor or mounts, he was outclassed by his younger son.
"Father, what are we waiting for?" Chris asked doubtfully when Yunado did not set off immediately.
Yunado said: "Just wait for those two old guys."
Not long after, I saw Gandolf Hughes and his second son Anthony, and Steve White and his eldest daughter Manda walking over.
Now, the three great viscounts are gathered together.
Later, some nobles came here.
When he saw Chris, Gandolf's expression was not very good. All three of them, father and son, had been severely beaten by Chris directly or indirectly.
Steve shook the fat on his face and said with a smile: "Let's go, let those guys who haven't arrived yet let them chase slowly behind."
More than fifty people set off in a mighty manner.
The number of nobles who can fight in Motte City is about seventy, and those twenty guys should still be behind.
There should be two to three hundred casual knights who want to earn titles through melee combat, but they never join forces with the nobles, but fight on their own.
Steve looked at Yunado and asked: "Brother, what are the arrangements for this time?"
Yunado took out a map and said: "Let's speed up and try to get to the hidden forest before dark. There is a clear river there. We will camp along the river. We will pass through a city tomorrow and can
Rest in Nebula City."
"The day after tomorrow, we will pass through a Valley of Flowers, where the terrain is flat and there are many fruit trees growing to satisfy our hunger. We will rest where we are."
"It is expected that we will arrive at Solo City on the border at noon on the fourth day."
"Okay, let's do what you say." Steve closed his eyes, and the fat on his body bounced with the horse.
Chris looked at him and then at Manda, wondering how this fat middle-aged uncle could give birth to such a beautiful daughter.
At this moment, Manda was wearing silver armor with gold rims and her hair tied up, giving her a rather feminine look.
As if feeling Chris' gaze, Manda frowned and said angrily: "What are you looking at?"
Chris laughed and quickly changed the subject: "I just want to ask you, why didn't you ride your beloved Qinglin horse when you went out this time?"
Hearing this, Manda suddenly looked resentful: "Actually, you are also partly responsible for this matter."
"What does it have to do with me?" Chris was a little confused.
"That time Du Wei and I saw several robbers who were killed on the road. Du Wei guessed that they were killed by you, but I said no, so we made a bet."
Chris became interested and asked: "What then?"
"Then I lost, and the price was to lend him the Qinglin horse for a month."
"No wonder you looked at me with such a ferocious look that time." Chris suddenly realized, "That's not right. Even if Du Wei rides out every day, with the strength of the Qinglin horse's legs, he won't be so damaged that he can't go to the battlefield."
"That guy is not meant for riding at all!" Manda said angrily, "He bought a hundred young mares. In order to leave precious blood, he forced the Qinglin horses to mate with those mares every day. He returned after a month
When you get here, your feet are so weak that you can't even walk steadily. How can you ride on the battlefield?"
"Uh..." Chris was speechless for a moment and looked down at Lagen.
It seems that I can try this and train a few more dragon blood horses. Although the blood is a little thinner, they are still much stronger than ordinary BMWs.
He shivered, kept silent, and walked with his head down.
The team's marching speed was not very fast, only about forty miles.
For Draggen, this is nothing more than a walk. If it runs at full speed, it is estimated that it will reach its destination, Solo City, tonight.
Chris walked in the middle, chatting with Manda from time to time, which was not that boring.
"Manda, is this the first time you have participated in the Pioneering War?"
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Today's third update, I feel like I'm getting tough again