Chapter 308: Old Fording's Revenge

"I'm doing pretty well, Dalong County is indeed a good place! But I just met Tyran in Fireplace Valley. He's been living a very bad life..."

One sentence made Lao Fuding's face suddenly change, and his originally breeze-slight expression became heavier, and he put down the tableware in his hand sadly. The old knight, who was originally energetic and bright in his eyes, showed a hint of old age at this time, which actually made Xie Feng feel a little regretful of his bad behavior...

Of course, it was just a little bit! He didn't think that his mind was extremely firm and he had any problems with Old Fording being stimulated by himself.

"Boy...will you listen to a story? A father's story..." Old Fording turned around and looked at Xie Feng calmly, and sighed softly.

Love and family? Xie Feng has heard of it more than once? It is precisely because he knows this very carefully that he has a strong admiration and respect for Lao Fording.

I know the details, but facing the slightly turbid eyes and gray temples on Old Fordine's sides, he could not say anything to refuse. Even though he was once the Knight Lord who was on the battlefield and would be an epic hero to eliminate natural disasters in the future, at this moment, he is just an old father who is worried about his children...

"Hope is not a sad story~" Xie Feng smiled slightly and came to the seat next to Old Fording to sit down.

"Maybe you are going to be disappointed! But I don't expect a young boy to experience the feelings of being a father," Old Ford lowered his head and shook his glass, drank the fruit wine, and began to slowly start the story...

The experience that ended World War II from participating in Silver Hand was the most interesting thing about Xie Feng, because it was the rise of a top Paladin powerful man, but this was mentioned by Old Fording. It was only after starting from Madenhold Castle that it was the main topic.

Acquaintance and understanding with his beloved wife Kalandra, the birth and growth of Little Tyran, the peaceful life after several years of war, going out to patrol and fighting with Itrig and becoming friends, Bathras' betrayal and Stantolme's trial, exile, etc., gradually appeared before Xie Feng in the calm tone of Old Fording... Of course, the question that shocked the mainland is also indispensable-

When he was five years old, he was pure and innocent. "Dad, are all orcs bad guys?"

"Race does not represent glory. I have seen the noblest orcs and the most despicable humans.

"People should not make rash judgments about their own different existence."

Unlike the monotonous and boring short stories in the previous life, listening to Old Fording's personal storytelling is a completely different feeling.

The story was told all morning, and his experience and the story triggered by Yitrig were not long. Instead, it was the interesting stories of Tyran when he was a child and the happy time of the family of three in the territory. From this, Xie Feng could clearly feel his love for his son and his wife's attachment... This is the true story of love and family, not the heroic deeds of Old Fording!

"Maybe, you can go and meet Tailan in person..." After listening to the story, the two of them sat quietly for a moment, Xie Feng couldn't help but persuade: "Actually, he did not forget his childhood memories as you imagined, at least he still remembered that little warhammer!"

Old Fording was slightly stunned when he heard this, and a smile appeared on his face: "I have been hesitating about this before, but I didn't expect you to bring such good news... What else can I worry about?"

"I have seen every step of his growth over the years, and I am proud of it!" Old Fording raised his chest slightly and raised his head proudly, but then sighed helplessly: "But the blood-colored crusaders now can no longer reassure me... He must leave!"

Xie Feng had no reaction at first, but when he heard Old Fording's last words, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He asked angrily: "What does Tylan have to leave? Since you know that the Blood Crusader is beyond help, you push me into this big fire pit?"

This is simply crazy. Why is Old Fording so kind? His son's life is important, so others don't care about it?

Old Fording smiled and looked at Xie Feng, and said slowly: "Two reasons... Do you want to hear the truth or the lies?"

Xie Feng rolled his eyes: "If you have the ability, you can tell me it together!"

"Uh..." Old Fording choked, his mouth twitched, and he shook his head and said, "Like lies is the ability to trust you! The truth is Tyran, my son~"

"I knew..." Xie Feng had a timid and his guilt for calculating Tailan completely disappeared after this battle. He looked at Old Fording with a smile on his face with anus and said unhappy: "But it's too late for you to bring him out again now!"

Old Fording was stunned, looking at the evil smile on the corner of Xie Feng's mouth, an unknown premonition arose in his heart, and asked anxiously: "What do you mean?"

"Because I met Tailan this time, I thought about your plot against me, and I couldn't help but say a few more words..." Xie Feng smiled maliciously, and told the old guy his calculations and what happened in Dalong County this time intact, and added a sentence at the end:

"The problem you are facing now is that either watch Taylan completely sink into blood, or let Taylan know your existence as soon as possible and arouse his fighting spirit, and make up the determination to redeem the Blood Crusader! Of course, as the initiator, we two can't escape~"

He shook his head and looked at the ceiling and finished speaking. Suddenly he felt something was wrong with the atmosphere. When he sat upright, he saw that Old Fording had pulled out the huge silver warhammer from somewhere, and looked at him with red eyes... "Little bastard! Start training!!!"

At this time, Old Fording had the urge to send Xie Feng a cone to see Dasrema. Sure enough, as a great, noble and upright former Paladin lord, playing a conspiracy with this damn blood elf is simply boring.

I felt angry in my heart, and I just needed to start training for Xie Feng, so Lao Fuding made up his mind not to let him go easily...

"What do we need to do this? Are those techniques difficult?" Xie Feng looked at the old knight with a little nervous look and asked in a low voice.

"Didn't you mean to control the strong anger generated during the battle? At least you need to let me see it first!" Old Fording's face was expressionless.

See? What a joke? Xie Feng only felt a tight chrysanthemum. The last tragic ending was still vivid in my mind. He was competing with the angry old Fording. I still wonder if I could see the sun tomorrow?! Speaking of the plague land, I can't see the sun...

"Let me see how fierce anger is, which makes a powerful knight uncontrollable?!" As he said that, he raised the Silver Warhammer with force.

"Wait, wait..." Xie Feng hurriedly took out his giant sword and held it in one hand, waved his hands repeatedly: "At least you have to tell me how to control my anger, right?"

"There is nothing to say. In the battle, you will understand what to do...the premise is that you have enough talent and can survive until that time!" Old Fording returned expressionlessly. After saying that, he did not give Xie Feng a chance, and then smashed it with a hammer: "Stop talking nonsense, start the war!"

Xie Feng hurriedly avoided the head-on strike, stood still with my sword in both hands, and took advantage of the gap between Old Fording's attack and shouted: "Don't use sanctions or repentance!"

"As you wish!" Old Fording did not pause at all, agreed happily and launched another attack.

But as soon as I finished speaking, I saw the little bastard on the opposite side raising one hand, repenting and sanctioning one after another, and at the same time, the giant sword slashed over without hesitation...

After all, he is a hero-level strong man, and his will is not something that ordinary people can imagine. Xie Feng is afraid that one control skill will not work, so he dumped out the only two control skills of the punishment paladin at the same time at one time, and the result is... useless!

Although Xie Feng was still cautious, he underestimated his opponent in the end. He threw his two skills over, which made Old Fording's body shake slightly and immediately recovered. At the same time, he let out a loud shout and swung his hammer to fight... "Looking for death!"

The sneak attack failed, and the next step was to fight with real swords and guns. Although Xie Feng was slightly timid, he didn't even have the courage to take action. Facing the aggressive Lao Fuding, he pushed forward in dissatisfaction. So, the tragedy happened...

After fighting, Xie Feng realized that Old Fordine's strong body was indeed not white. Even without the support of the Holy Light energy, his strength could still be tied with Xie Feng. Moreover, the skills he had been honed over the years were beyond the reach of Xie Feng. Not long after, Xie Feng had only the power to resist.

But not long afterwards, Old Fording was surprised to find that Xie Feng, who originally thought he had unilaterally developed the strength of the punishment system, had his defense ability not much worse. Compared to parrying, he was even better than ordinary defensive knights of the same level! Old Fording was originally planning to vent his anger on Xie Feng. At this time, he saw that he was more resistant to hitting than expected, and suddenly became energetic. The hammer in his hand was dancing faster and faster, heavier...

In the afternoon, Xie Feng spent the afternoon in Old Ferdinmei's name of actual combat training, but in fact he was blatantly ravaged. The old knight also reminded Xie Feng not to forget his original intention and try to control his anger to use those three skills.

Until dusk, Old Fording was finally satisfied and took back the warhammer with a deep affectionate look on his face. He said to Xie Feng, who had been beaten, who had vented more and had less air intake and was tragic. He continued tomorrow, and then walked back into the house without looking back.

When fighting against Lao Fuding, Xie Feng naturally had no room for reservation. Except for the torrent of arcane that was basically abandoned because the opponent had no energy, he tried his best to use the other combat skills and Paladin skills he learned from Sarufal Kukaron. However, he used such a large-scale use of corroding the holy light, and the pain and anger he suffered from the body and the subsequent anger were naturally small. However, he could not beat Lao Fuding. He had nowhere to vent his own way and could only try his best to the holy anger and revenge rage, but except for the fact that he could reduce some anger every time, he had no use.

Xie Feng was even more confused about the so-called use of anger to activate the skills to enhance its power. Speaking of which, his strength did improve a little when he was angry, but this was not a problem with some skills at all. In an angry state, no matter who he was, his strength would increase a little, which was completely normal!

After thinking for a long time, she also scolded Lao Fording from beginning to end. After barely recovering some strength, Xie Feng stood up, grinned and dragged his bruised body, slowly walked back to his house and fell on the bed and began to lie on the corpse. Dinner and other things were omitted...

The night was spent peacefully, and the next morning, Xie Feng, who was still not awake in his sleep, was directly extinguished by a large bucket of water, and the cheerful tone of Old Fording sounded in his ears~~ "Little bastard, get up and start training!"

After a series of events yesterday, the two of them had completely turned against each other. As Old Fording became more and more unhappy with what he did with Xie Feng, the title was also promoted from the initial young man, the blood elf, and the boy to the senior title of little bastard.

Xie Feng didn't care. Although yesterday's training was difficult, it was not much compared to the situation he had received before Sarufal's guidance. After a night of rest and the natural flow of holy light in his body, the injuries had already recovered. He stood in front of Lao Fuding again with a full spirit.

With yesterday's example, Xie Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he pulled out the giant sword and held it horizontally in front of his chest, and put on a warning position. However, Old Fording did not rush to start the fight, and stood there with a hammer and said, "Little bastard, don't be busy looking for a fight first. You need to understand the skills of controlling anger and releasing skills..."

Xie Feng's face turned green when he heard this... He stared at Lao Fordine in grief and anger, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Didn't you say it's all about talent and hard work?"

"Of course, it is difficult to succeed without a certain talent and appropriate efforts!" Old Fording said calmly: "But without certain guidance and skills... the possibility of success is even smaller, not even!"

Xie Feng was speechless. Why didn’t you say these words yesterday? Doesn’t this mean that the beating yesterday was in vain?

"Concentrate, I won't say it again!" Old Fording ignored Xie Feng's murderous gaze, cleared his throat and began to explain... "It is not very difficult to apply the anger caused by stimulation to the skills! The only thing to note is that you should not deliberately control the anger and guide him to the skills, but let it go naturally..."

Xie Feng was even angry now and looked at him blankly: "But you have been talking about how to control your anger instead of letting it go..."

"Don't interrupt, keep listening! Just ignore those small details..." Old Fording didn't care and waved his hand: "The Paladin pursues a peaceful mindset and rarely gets angry, so at first no one would be bored to study how to control his anger in battle."

"Maybe you misunderstood a detail, or reversed the order. It was not that the Paladins discovered that they could use rage to enhance the three skills of the Holy Rage, the Wrath of Revenge and the Hammer of Revenge, but that these three skills themselves are the manifestation of the Paladin's rage! In other words, these three skills were accidentally invented by the Paladin in the moment of extreme anger!"

"After development and improvement, although Paladins can use them at will, their power will be much less."

"Ordinary Paladins can increase their strength by 20% through the Wrath of Revenge, but Alexander at the peak of his time was 50%!"

After hearing this, Xie Feng suddenly realized and couldn't help but remember the duel between the Crown Whistle Tower and the Withered One when he broke through the seventh level. In that confrontation, he actually reached a draw with a ninth level strongman, and the factors caused by the wrath of revenge were undoubtedly the greatest!

If I only increased my strength by 20%, I might not have such powerful power. And after calming down, I was actually a little confused about the appearance of the wings behind me. Although I had learned it, it was indeed the first time I used it in the battle! I finally attributed it to anger and instinctively used the routines I was familiar with instinctively, but I didn't expect that this was completely triggered by full of anger...

But in this way, the problem comes again. What is the most difficult thing for humans to control? There is no doubt that it is instinct! And completely letting anger control itself to unconsciously release those three skills is contrary to his original intention of staying calm in battle.

"Are you aware of the suffering?" Old Fording looked at Xie Feng who was frowning and thoughtful, and smiled: "In fact, you don't need to completely give up your calm mind. Otherwise, you can really let your anger control yourself and increase your attack power as you imagined. Then those top paladins will not live today, and you will not know how many times they have died!"

"The best way is to keep your anger and these three skills at a certain frequency with the help of a powerful and experienced paladin, and finally reach a conditioned reflex! Use it if you want to, instead of using it inadvertently!"

After hearing this, Xie Feng frowned and thought hard for a moment, and said uncertainly: "A powerful and experienced paladin can keep me awake during training and not be influenced by anger. At the same time, he has the ability to suppress me who is crazy, right?"

"Yes, just as you imagined!" Old Fording nodded with a smile.

Xie Feng nodded unconsciously, but then he was a little confused: "Since that's the case, how did the first generation of Paladins do it? Where did they find a Paladin who is more experienced than themselves?"

Old Fording rolled his eyes when he heard this: "Are you so stupid by me? Is it enough to find a group of people if you fail? As long as one succeeds, you will have experience and naturally you don't have to worry about it!"

"..." Xie Feng was sweating violently, his old face turned slightly red, and immediately changed the subject: "By the way, Alexander can increase his strength by 50% by relying on the Wrath of Revenge. So what about you? How much can you improve?" As he said that, he looked at him with a lot of gossip.

"Thirty percent!"

Xie Feng curled his lips. As both knight lords, why is the difference between them? Although compared to Alexander, Old Ford is already very calm.

"What's your look?" Someone's disdainful gaze almost made the old knight go wild, and his face turned red, "That's before seeing you little bastard again! If I could use the Holy Light now, I'm sure I could increase my strength by four levels! At least 40%!"
Chapter completed!