Boris wore hard leather armor and a thick woolen sweater underneath, sweating profusely on the school field in early summer.
Two months ago, he was still a recruit who was not even qualified to hold a sword. However, now, he has become the best recruit in Black Crow Castle. Yes, there is no one. He defeated all the recruits who challenged him.
, even veterans dare not mess with him. Commander Warwick made an exception and promoted him, allowing him to hold the sword four months in advance and become a member of the Great Wall Guard.
He moved forward, Yulanko kept retreating, and was finally forced into a corner. He raised his long sword to block hastily. Boris raised his sword to attack his lower body, and Yulanko held the sword with both hands to defend, but exposed his upper part.
Coming out, Boris lost no time in flipping his wrist and sweeping the sword from bottom to top, knocking Yulanko to the ground.
The helmet was dented, Yulanko's ears were filled with blood, and he looked confused when he was carried away.
Immediately afterwards, three new recruits came together and besieged Boris. This scene had happened countless times. Boris stood there with an indifferent expression. He thought to himself, let alone three, he could easily handle ten of them together.
The first recruit swung his ax and slashed at Boris. Boris ducked sideways, put away his sword, stretched out his feet, and easily put the fat recruit to the ground. The other two recruits held swords.
He rushed forward. Boris first dodged the slash of one of them, then he bent down suddenly, pushed the recruit forward, and knocked the emaciated recruit to the ground. The companion next to him stabbed him with a sword, and Boris held it with one hand.
Sword, deflected the attack, and then hit him in the abdomen with his wrist-covered elbow. The recruit was hurt by the impact, his center of gravity was unstable, and he stumbled to the ground. Boris followed closely and slashed his shoulder.
The recruits screamed, and Boris wanted to attack, but was stopped by Commander Warwick in the corridor on the second floor——
"enough."
The commander's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing the sky, causing everyone present to stop what they were doing and turn to look at him.
Boris could only stop, put his sword on the ground, and held it with one hand. He brushed his messy hair and took a big breath of fresh air. The frosty morning air blew on his face. He was used to the climate here, so
The temperature actually made him feel very comfortable after just finishing exercise.
"That's a sword, not an old man's crutch." Commander Warwick shouted sharply, "Do you have a foot pain? Lord Boris?"
Sir... He hated this nickname. Ever since he showed off his skills at the training ground last time and told the whole battalion that he was Boris Boka, the commander had given him this title. It sounded like an honorific, but in fact
Everyone can hear that it is a mockery. Because people here have no honorific titles. No matter they were nobles, knights or civilians before, when they get here, they are all Great Wall guards. Here, there are only three types: Rangers, Night Watchmen and Great Wall Guards.
Title. All other honorifics do not exist. The commander calls out "Sir" to the left and "Sir" to the right, which seems to be warning Boris to remember his arrogance and arrogance in the past.
"I'm just resting."
Boris turned his face away, stared at Commander Warwick, and answered harshly.
"This is not break time."
Warwick walked slowly downstairs.
"I defeated them, now I need to rest."
Boris retorted.
"When war comes, do you also have to tell your enemy that you need to rest? Wait until you have had enough rest before fighting again?"
"I've fought many more battles than any of you."
"But you are now a recruit on the Great Wall. Do you think you can hold up the sky by yourself? Lord Boris?" Commander Warwick stared at him fiercely, like a wolf staring at its prey, "
If you think you are experienced and capable of fighting, I will be happy to let all the brothers in the battalion practice with you. Can you fight twenty, thirty, or one hundred people at the same time? If not, just shut up.
Little boy. I once served under Lord Rhodes, and I once defeated your father's arrogant Snow Eagle Legion. Do you still remember that battle in the snowfield? The beasts were galloping, and the Snow Eagle Legion's battle line was like paper.
, fell apart in an instant.”
Warwick's ridicule made Boris gnash his teeth with hatred. But at the same time, he had no choice but to say that everything the commander said was true. During the Kislev Civil War, the Snow Eagle Legion served the Snow Queen and was defeated in the Battle of the Snowfield.
The beasts summoned by Rhodes crushed him... No matter how superb his martial arts skills were, he would definitely not be able to fight against the entire battalion of warriors at the same time... One man and one sword, even with three heads and six arms, could not withstand it... Boris knew that Rhodes could...
It's a pity that I'm not him, I don't have a battle ax with lightning, and I don't have an almost invulnerable body.
He can only surrender...
"What? Did I say something wrong? Boris Boka, if you dare to contradict me like this next time, I will drive you out of this fortress and let you wander in the wilderness like a savage and be eaten by wolves.
, no one will remember your name, because you will become a deserter with no honor at all."
Warwick said coldly. He stared at Boris with his sharp eyes, which showed unquestionable majesty.
“That’s it for today!”
the commander shouted loudly.
Everyone immediately took their weapons and returned to the armory. They were going to rest. After handing in their weapons, it was a rare rest time of the day - time for dinner and drinking.
Boris followed everyone into the armory. He walked at the back, alone. He has always been like this. Since being exiled here, Boris has not made a good friend. Here, he can't make friends.
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He always felt that he was superior to others. Once, he was in a high position, a noble, and a famous noble. Now, he has to hang out with a group of homeless people and beggars. These people didn't even have the chance to see him before. But now,
Boris feels disgusted just thinking about living under the same roof with them. They are vulgar and rude, and their daily conversations are either bragging or discussing women in private. These make Boris feel disgusted.
He hung the iron sword on the wall and sat by the fireplace to warm himself by the fire. He gradually fell asleep. In his light dream, he dreamed of Denise again, waving to him in the garden of the palace, and she
As beautiful and familiar as before... Just when he wanted to call her name, a burst of rude curses woke him up from his sweet dream.
Stupid Cow, Iron Bar, Daley, and Yulanko, who had just been beaten by him on the school field until his ears bled, were surrounding him with angry faces.
"What do my defeated generals want to do? Are they seeking revenge?"
Boris looked indifferent and spoke sarcastically.
"Yes, I'm here to teach you a lesson, you little bastard."
Daley, the leader, shouted angrily.
Several people came up from all around.
"Aren't you afraid that I will beat you again until you are disfigured?"
Boris said contemptuously.
"Then we will disfigure you first!"
Yulanko, whose ears were still bleeding, roared angrily, then rushed forward and struggled with Boris.
"Everyone, come together! He has no weapons, don't be afraid!"
Daly shouted with a pockmarked face.
Several people pressed up on Boris. They used their hands and feet to restrain Boris's arms and head. Yulanko first punched Boris in the abdomen, and then punched Boris in the face.
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Boris wanted to resist, but his hands and feet were tied tightly by a group of people.
"Calling you arrogant!"
"If you offend us, go to hell!"
Daley shouted.
Stupid Cow crossed his arms and was about to push Boris into the fireplace. Yulanko was even more angry, grabbing Boris's hair and dragging him into the fire. Several people pushed Boris with all their strength.
It burned with a crackling sound, and the flames almost burned Boris's hair.
Boris twisted his body like an eel, seized the opportunity, and kicked one of the boys in the crotch with his back foot. The iron rod was hit in the vital part, and he screamed in pain. Taking advantage of this slight gap, Boris broke free.
He came forward and punched Daley in the face, and blood immediately spurted out from his nostrils. Boris roared, and punched Daley with his backhand again, knocking the stupid cow down on the table.
The wooden tables and chairs were kicked and made a loud sound. Just as several people were fighting fiercely, Ranger Captain Hans broke in.
"Stop! You maggots!"
As he said that, he held down Yulanko, who was still trying to hit someone, with one hand.
"you again!"
Hans walked up to Boris with an angry look on his face. A month ago, it was this thorn that beat the veteran Scar to half a disability. Now, he had just been promoted to a new recruit and was causing trouble again.
"They made the first move!"
Boris wanted to refute, but was tied up again by the guards.
"You guys are all going to be locked up. Damn it, Boris, everyone else is keeping to themselves, but you are the only one who is causing a lot of trouble from beginning to end! What on earth do you want to do?!"
The Ranger Captain yelled. He glanced at the iron bar lying on the ground covering his crotch, and he probably already knew what was going on.