"Hey, hey, where did this little kid come from? How dare you make trouble in front of the uncle. It's your honor that the uncle has taken a liking to your unicorn, and you haven't given it to him right away!" Fan Ming, the armored knight, sarcastically said loudly.
He said, he was riding high on his horse, and he was quite confident in his ability as a Bright Knight, so naturally he looked down on these little kids in front of him.
They are just a dozen or so young brats, but these people have actually fought on the battlefield and are masters of killing level five monsters! All of them have purple level strength, and they are also the best in the entire Suhuang Kingdom Knight Temple.
The backbone, perhaps the future super master, is also the secret weapon that the Knights Hall focuses on cultivating.
Although these five hundred cavalrymen are just some of the two thousand people who were trained and are not very powerful, they are proud enough to have just broken through the purple level with the help of the Knight Temple.
They are naturally very happy to be able to help Miss Liao Qing with some things after returning from the mission this time. After all, it is the wish of each of them to become famous! [
No one wants to have strong strength, but not be noticed by others, and even hidden, so that they cannot get those adoring eyes!
Damn it! The paladins in the Knights Temple are just a bunch of cowards! What’s the use of letting them practice secretly and not being regarded as a hero by everyone?
This time, let them seize the unicorn and take it back to show them, so that they can know what it means for a newborn calf to not be afraid of tigers! They will gain huge rewards as soon as they go on a mission!
The swords in the hands of every armored knight were shining brightly in the sun. Fan Ming's words just now made every one of them have a hint of ridicule on their lips.
"That's right! If our boss asks you to hand over the unicorn, hand it over as soon as possible. Do you want me to beat you up if you keep grinding like this?"
"Haha...a bunch of brats are still pretending to be adults, what a shame for grandpa!"
Curses that were more unpleasant than the others blurted out from the mouths of the knights in front of them. However, everyone in Waste Class 11 became strangely silent.
The magicians at the Magic Academy noticed such an atmosphere and couldn't help but retreat. They were afraid that if the two sides really started to fight later, they, the junior and intermediate magicians, would not be able to stop them. If they were accidentally injured, then