Chapter 3 Awakening to the First Formation (Part 1)
Chapter 3 Awakening to the First Formation (Part 1)
The base of the Knights of the North Sky of Pantorakon, Fort Edinburgh.
This is a steel castle that stands on a thousand-foot cliff. It is also five hundred feet high. It was built on an ancient Celtic castle and was reinforced several times with additional steel and concrete. It is like a castle sitting on a cliff.
The Iron King.
This castle, reinforced with heavy magic and protective barriers, can withstand heavy artillery attacks from Viking warships. Its walls are equipped with thousands of photon cannons, which draw electricity from the town during battles and fire projectiles.
The screen is overwhelming and can easily drive away thousands of Viking warships. Its thousands of mechanical warehouses contain more than 60,000 iron cavalry. The knights ride on these high-performance small gunboats to fight, possessing powerful maneuverability and powerful firepower.
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This is the main base of the Northern Knights. It is heavily defended and has more than 100,000 knights stationed there. More than 100,000 knights are on call at any time to defend against the invasion of foreign enemies all year round.
In the afternoon, young Arthur walked through the inorganic steel corridors of the castle, and finally found his way to his master's dormitory. As a servant of the knight, the boy was supposed to live in the knight's dormitory, so that the knight could prepare for attacks at any time. But he had no choice but to do so.
, his master disliked the young man's rusticity and was not worthy of the knight's nobility, so he deliberately arranged the young man to live in another dormitory, and only summoned the young man when necessary. For this reason, the young man could not help but feel various dissatisfactions in his heart.
, he has to take a long detour every time he goes out, which is very troublesome. As a servant, he has to endure it.
"Master, I'm back." Arthur walked into the room and saluted.
"I didn't expect you to come back safely. Your life is really tough." The knight said contemptuously, but could not hide the surprise on his face.
"It's all thanks to you, young master, that I'm always in danger, and escaping from the dragon's mouth is just a common occurrence." Young Arthur said calmly.
"Hmph, light is a tricker." The knight said, wiping his beautiful and shiny armor. "Did you pick up anything?"
"This." Arthur took out the scales of the fire dragon, pretended to be humble and knelt down, and handed the scales to the knight: "It fell from the fire dragon. With it, it can prove that you have encountered the dragon before."
"And prove what kind of coward you are." The young man added in his mind.
"Idiot!" the knight said angrily, dropped the half-wiped helmet in his hand, and slapped the young man: "[Encountered]? What's the use of encountering it? You have to fight and win to be useful, right?!----
--Either get back the dragon head or the huge dragon breastplate. As for the dragon horns and dragon claws, they have to be powerful props that can be used to make weapons. Then they will be useful, right?"
"Master, please don't say such unreasonable things. Even the master can't hurt the dragon, how can a villain win?" Arthur said with a dull expression, ignoring the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
(If you have the guts, go get it yourself?!)
"What you said today is full of thorns," the knight said unhappily. He felt that there was no point in arguing with such an idiot servant, so he might as well let it go. "You can keep those pitifully shabby little scales as a souvenir for yourself."
Well, as long as you keep your mouth shut and don't tell what happened today."
The young man asked again: "Master, do you really don't want it? Looking at this unusual fiery red color, maybe it is a valuable magic prop?"
"Stop talking, what kind of magic do you know?" the knight said disdainfully.
(You are indeed hopeless)
Arthur sneered secretly and took out the lightsaber from his backpack. "By the way, Master: there is another discovery."
"Ah, you picked it up? It didn't break, right?" the knight asked in surprise.
"It seems so, Master." Arthur held the lightsaber tightly and turned on the switch of the sword. The light blade shot out from the hilt, and the whole room was suddenly illuminated by green light.
However, the knight was not satisfied: "What's going on with this pitifully short sword? It's a full third shorter than the original!"
"I think this is what the young master calls [broken]." Arthur pretended to be stupid and said calmly, "I'd better take it to the workshop to repair it."
"No, no, no, that's it!" the knight quickly stopped and said, "Well, you hide it, sell it and dismantle it as you like. Then he told the workshop that my sword was lost in the battle. Just in time.
I want to be equipped with a more powerful lightsaber, and I will find a way to apply for it."
"But Master, this sword can still be used------"
"This cheap thing can't even pierce dragon scales. Even if it can be used, I don't want it!" the knight roared.
(It’s so easy to cheat.)
Arthur was silent for a moment, obeying on the surface, but secretly happy in his heart: "...I understand, Master. That's it. I will go to the workshop early tomorrow morning to report the loss."
"As long as you understand, you are a fool. You can go back and rest." The knight said.
Two hours later, we were in a small dormitory. This spare dormitory was arranged for lower-level servants who were useless and could become knights' followers. The double room was very narrow and the living conditions were very poor, but there was nothing else.
Under the care of the knight, he lived freely.
The boy was playing with the machine on the slightly dirty bed.
He assembled the lightsaber he cheated back with the extra cavalry parts. The parts of the lightsaber had been disassembled, polished, reassembled, and completely transformed. No one would know that this was originally an armament distributed by the Knights of the North.
"Stealing a knight's sword is a capital offense. Can you really do it?" a voice said suddenly.
Arthur was so startled that his heart stopped for a beat. He suddenly turned his head and looked: "Lancelot? Don't sneak up from behind and scare people!"
"Come out? I've been watching you work from behind for almost an hour!" said the blond boy named Lancelot. "Are you really so focused that you don't even notice that I'm standing behind you? This is
The usual Arthur?"
Arthur looked back at his roommate and hair boy. His beautiful blond hair and handsome face were incompatible with his servant's clothes. Those who didn't know would probably think that he was a young man who disguised himself as a servant and infiltrated the knights.
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Compared with such a handsome young man, Arthur was embarrassed by the plain-looking young man. However, precisely because this young man was so unusually handsome, no knight dared to hire him after he bought him from the slave market.
The palace aristocrats were deeply afraid that this young man was in trouble. If he used him as a servant, he might get into trouble in the future. Therefore, Lancelot had been miserable doing various odd jobs in the knights. He earned a lot of money.
His salary is less than Arthur's, and he doesn't know how many years of hard work he will have to do to redeem himself.
Arthur sighed, and said to his friend in a deep voice: "This is very important to me. This is the first time I really own a lightsaber."
"Stolen it back, right?" Lancelot said disdainfully.
"Richard said he didn't want this." Arthur defended his crime, "Just think of me as recycling."
Lancelot sneered, and his cool white teeth almost blinded Arthur: "That's weird, Richard? That miser?"
All the blond boy could think of was the scene where the knight slapped Arthur on the face. How would such a person be generous? Unless the sun rises in the west.
"Hmph." Arthur disagreed. He held the arranged lightsaber in his hand, and the light blade shot out from the hilt.
"What is this? The extremely short light blade... is broken?" Lancelot asked in confusion.
"Take it and see." Arthur let go of his hand and the lightsaber blade disappeared. He handed the hilt to his friend.
Lancelot hesitated for a moment.
"I just took it, I didn't ask you to wave it!" Arthur urged.
"Okay." Lancelot held the sword reluctantly, and the light blade shot out again. But the length was much longer. This is the normal length.
"What's going on?"
"It's a normal phenomenon. It seems that any photon weapon I hold in my hand will reduce the effectiveness of the weapon." Arthur said.
"It's like a curse." Lancelot said. He knew that his friend's physique had some special characteristics, but he never knew that Arthur's body would be so special: "Even so, you still think that you have become
Is it the quality of a swordsman?"
Arthur sneered disapprovingly: "The lengths of swords are actually about the same. If you are agile enough to get close to the enemy and deliver a fatal blow, even a short sword is enough. In theory, none of the existing photon light armors can withstand light.
The vertical thrust of the sword tip, and wearing photon heavy armor will make people's movements cumbersome, making it difficult to dodge the attack. Therefore, a knight wearing heavy and heavy armor will never be able to defeat a swordsman with light and flexible equipment."
Lancelot shook his head disdainfully, his golden bangs fluttering cheerfully in the air: "That's just a theory. Who is really not afraid of death and goes to the battlefield without wearing any armor?"
Just pursuing speed and ignoring defense is risking your life.
"It takes courage to achieve great things." Arthur argued.
"In my opinion, you are just a madman who is desperate for his life." Lancelot said sarcastically.
Although crazy, for Arthur, it is the only chance to win, the only way to reverse the gap between him and ordinary people.
"You don't have to believe it. The usefulness of this theory will be proven to you one day." Arthur said stubbornly. Even if he used great principles to justify everything, he could not hide his own helplessness.
Lancelot did not argue. Arthur's life was already difficult enough, so there was no need to expose him.
While the teenagers were still chatting, the alarm bell suddenly sounded in the base.
"It looks like I'm going to have to stay up late again tonight." Lancelot glanced at the scene of flames outside the window and suddenly looked sleepy: "Vikings."