There is a strict hierarchical system in the world of swords and magic. A regular knight like Nasser must have a very noble background. He starts learning how to become a noble when he is five or six years old, and becomes a knight's squire when he is about ten years old.
, practice combat skills.
Children of untouchables may not even be able to take a few mouthfuls of mother's milk when they are born, and they face difficulties in survival as they grow up. Their status is locked at the bottom of society, and they are lucky to be servants to nobles. There is no normal progress at all.
level opportunities.
Only in a place like the Black Forest, a dozen children can receive education and training without regard to status, and have enough food and water. They show unusual discipline and cooperation ability in fighting exercises, which is the most special.
In Powell's eyes, a dozen children participating in the training were armed with wooden swords and shields, and were divided into three groups to attack from different directions. They had a clear division of labor and protected each other.
Every action of one group must be followed by a feint attack by the other two groups. If one group is defeated by the Knights of Naser, the other two groups must fight to the death to save them. Although this kind of cooperation is still very unskilled, this kind of spirit and momentum are commendable.
Powell thought about all the aristocratic young men he knew, but none of them could compare with the people in front of him - in knight battles, one-on-one combat was the mainstream, group fighting would be despised, "a group of vulgar and evil bitches, without grace or etiquette"
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The old knight Nasser's wooden sword slashed continuously, and with the advantage of strength, he slashed the personal guard holding the wooden shield backwards. Suddenly, he met Zhou Qingfeng who rushed up with the sword. He stirred up the sword flower and knocked the sword in Uncle Zhou's hand.
The wooden sword was thrown away in a hurry.
The tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zhou Qingfeng's chest, forcing him to turn over and dodge. He was extremely embarrassed. The competition stopped there. Although it was only a dozen rounds, all participants were panting.
The old knight himself had sweat on his forehead. He asked in surprise: "Sir Hugo, how did you do it?"
"Borrow the power of the Holy Light." Zhou Qingfeng lowered his head and looked at his chest. Although it was an unbladed wooden sword, it cut a slit in the jacket he was wearing. He smiled bitterly and said: "Knight Nasser, you can use your power to
put?"
The old knight was surprised by the word 'Holy Light'. He was stunned for a while and asked about 'Holy Light'. After receiving Sophia's simple reply, he couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "You actually used your own powers to
Integrating the attendants is amazing."
People in the Black Forest are now accustomed to the existence of the 'Holy Light' instant messaging system, because it is so convenient. Everyone regards it as Victor Hugo's superpower, or the force behind it.
The old knight can use the 'holy light' to understand what is happening within a few kilometers of Harmony Village, and can precisely control the village. When necessary, he can quickly mobilize manpower to solve the problem, which was unimaginable in the past.
No one can refuse this one-way information transparency. Whether it is work or manpower mobilization, this is an auxiliary skill like an artifact.
But the old knight really never thought about using the "Holy Light" to coordinate the advance and retreat of more than a dozen people in battle. But after he thought about it carefully, he was even more horrified - usually he can defeat this group of rookies in a few rounds.
They fled in panic.
Although the old knight did not exert his full strength, the two sides fought for more than ten rounds, and they were both offensive and defensive, which is commendable. He nodded in approval and said: "Your Excellency Hugo, your foundation is still too poor. If you can train well for a few years,
Your bodyguard must be amazing."
Zhou Qingfeng looked back at his own bodyguards, who had just had enough food for a month, and nodded with a wry smile. The servants were young and thin, and after more than a dozen rounds, many of them were exhausted, panting, and even raising their wooden swords.
Sorry.
After the training, Powell and others outside the field continued to move forward. They are new adventurers who will be incorporated into the village's patrol team and responsible for cleaning up monsters outside the village.
Powell saw that among the group of training rookies there was a very strong young man. The coordinated fighting just now seemed to be centered on him, so he asked the villager who was leading the way who he was.
"That is our Chairman of the Black Forest, His Excellency Victor Hugo."
"who?"
Powell was secretly surprised. On his way here, Fabbro said a lot of bad things about the 'King of the Black Forest'. The Victor Hugo he imagined should be tall and strong, or gloomy and cold, but not as happy as he is now.
A boy's appearance.
Powell had to look a few more times, trying to see through the boy's true face. But when he looked towards the training ground, the old knight in the field suddenly waved to him and shouted: "Hey, the one in gray armor, come here."
Powell was startled and stopped, with a series of thoughts running through his mind. However, he still held his breath and tried to stay calm. Especially when he got within a few meters of Zhou Qingfeng, he fully activated the effect of a camouflage amulet on his chest to avoid being caught.
See through identity.
The old knight looked at Powell carefully for a few more times and said in a deep voice: "You have a very steady pace and your ability should be good. Practice a few moves with Mr. Hugo. If you show some skills, you can use your full strength."
After saying that, a personal guard handed him a wooden sword and shield, and also put a set of protective gear on him. Zhou Qingfeng on the opposite side did the same, holding a sword and shield eager to try.
Powell's first reaction was..., "I don't need protective gear." Then his heartbeat accelerated slightly, and he thought inexplicably: "Let me have a fight with this kid? And let me use my full strength?
I can chop this kid into pieces with all my strength!
Did I get close to the target of this crusade so easily? Is this a test for me? Or have you seen through my identity? Or is it just an accident and you just asked me to be a sparring partner?"
Powell was having some random thoughts. He looked at the boy opposite and asked in a low voice: "Are you Victor Hugo?"
"yes."
"Are you the leader of this village?"
"yes."
"You are the one who rules the entire Black Forest?"
"yes."
"Are you the King of the Black Forest?"
"You damn king, have you ever seen a king who only rules one village? Stop talking nonsense and come and fight with me."
After a series of affirmative replies, Powell felt a sudden urge to explode. He secretly thought that if he took off his disguise at this moment and used his ultimate move, could he kill the evil leader in one fell swoop? Then the purpose of his trip would be accomplished.
Get rid of this person, the lair where many evil forces have gathered will fall apart, the enslaved villagers will be liberated, the crisis will be eliminated again in the North, and people can live peacefully again.
This young man is not strong. In the training just now, although he was stronger than those rookie guards, he was only stronger to a limited extent. Powell held the wooden sword tightly and couldn't help but ask: "What if I kill you?"
manage?"
Zhou Qingfeng chuckled, "Then you must have this ability."
Ability? What other ability is needed to kill you?
The ridicule made Powell's heart burst into anger. His eyes turned red, and he secretly shouted to encourage himself, "For the sake of justice, I will sacrifice my life." The tip of the sword struck Zhou Qingfeng vertically, and struck Zhou Qingfeng's forehead quickly and hard.
The blade of the sword is filled with wind and thunder, ruthless and ruthless.
The young man raised his shield to fight back, hitting and blocking head-on.
The ecstasy in Powell's heart could no longer be contained, and his shouts vibrated, and he shouted loudly. He had absolute confidence in his own strength, and directly unleashed his energy, killing the evil core in half.
No one will be spared from this blow!
The sword and shield clashed and shattered.
Powell felt that he was in excellent condition, and it must be the most glorious moment in his life. Then he flew up, in mid-air, staring at the gloomy sky, but thinking about a strange question in his mind - I seem to