"Woo!" A trumpet sounded, and the training was over. The tired students walked to the side of the training field one by one and put the training weapons back into the sword barrel.
The teachers on the city wall shook their heads silently.
Regardless of whether they wanted Team E to lose or win, they couldn't see anything eye-catching from this training.
After all, Team E is just the worst team in the academy. Even after Kameni took over, this team, known as the garbage concentration camp, took on a completely new look, but the talent gap cannot be made up for by a short period of training.
Judging from the training, only four of the more than 90 freshmen in the E-Brigade have the strength of two-star armed forces. And this ratio is pitifully low compared to other brigades.
Wanting to rely on such strength to compete with the geniuses of the S Brigade is tantamount to wishful thinking. Not to mention the improvement of their cultivation during this period, even before the entrance exam, several of them already had the strength to be armed with four-star and five-star weapons.
A group of four-star and five-star armed knights had an overwhelming advantage against a group of one- and two-star armed knights. In addition, the battle formation training of other brigades was ahead of the curve. Their cooperation was much better than that of E Brigade.
The advantage of personal strength combined with the increase of teamwork can lead to a tenfold difference.
From this point of view, even if there is a monster like Roy in Team E who can defeat the top second-year students, it will not help.
After all, one person's power is limited. Not to mention Roy, even a just knight like Pierre cannot guarantee victory in front of the strongest freshman battle team in history.
This was originally the main reason why Farley and others took the initiative to turn the traditional challenge match into a battle battle. Moreover, besides S Brigade, there is also a magic academy. E Brigade wanted to rely on Roy to fight a turnaround, but it was not
easy.
Thinking of this, the teachers turned around and looked.
At the corner at the far end of the city wall, Diarra, Farley and four or five teachers from the S Brigade were looking at the training ground, pointing and whispering.
Like everyone else, they also came to inquire about information about Team E. And judging from the relaxed and joking expressions on their faces, they obviously got the results they wanted.
They have been keeping a low profile for so long, and tomorrow will be the day for them to fight back.
When the sun rises tomorrow and the people of Langris challenge again outside the south gate of the college, they will use a victory to strip Roy of his last halo.
Let this black-haired boy who is regarded as an idol by civilian students, regarded as a treasure by E Brigade and Dean Gustas, closely watched by the Superintendent of Bol University from the main camp, and who tops the college's most popular list, is completely restored to his original form.
His true nature is mud!
On the training ground, Roy seemed to sense the gaze on the city wall and raised his head.
His eyes directly collided with the condescending Diarra and others. Even though they were far apart, the teachers seemed to be able to detect the sparks of the collision of eyes.
No matter in terms of age, status, strength or momentum, the instructors on the city wall are far beyond the comparison of a small armed knight student. But the young man's gaze is not inferior at all.
Facing the group of sneering middle-aged people on the city wall, Roy's eyes were calm, with a hint of disdain that he was too lazy to pay attention to. He was like a proud demon wolf, watching a few dirty and obscene hyenas passing by his territory.
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Roy did it on purpose.
This boy's tolerance was learned from the elves who are determined to retaliate, and his good temper was learned from the dwarfs who exploded at the slightest point. For him to be stared at by a bunch of guys he hates and still have his eyebrows downcast, that is simply a dream.
No matter who you are, if you make me unhappy, don’t expect me to give you a good look!
What's wrong with the deputy dean? Standing behind me are Dean Gustas and a bunch of old monsters in the dark camp. What's wrong with the chief instructor of brigade S? This is brigade e. The one who can control the master is the orthodox, rigid and inhumane card.
Meni.
A typical nouveau riche.
Staring at me, I want to take advantage of the fact that there are people outside shouting for war. There are people inside who are sarcastic and sarcastic. Look at me, I am ashamed, so I will come and step on you?
Bah! Roy looked sideways at Diarra and the others, spat on the ground, and turned his head away contemptuously.
This obvious provocation immediately caused an uproar. Haisen and other brigade E brigade instructors' faces twitched, and the students lowered their heads and looked at each other, speechless. The other brigade instructors on the city wall were all dumbfounded.
Diarra and the others were already livid with anger.
The human world has strict hierarchies. There are insurmountable boundaries between nobles and commoners, between teachers and students, between elders and juniors, and between masters and slaves. Regardless of whether they are incompatible with each other, they must at least be acceptable in appearance.
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Especially the knight class, they regard humility and prudence as an iron-clad dogma. These students present have been strictly trained since they were six or seven years old when they went to the lord's castle or the knight's home to work as a page. Not to mention spitting in front of their faces.
The slightest disrespect will be punished by a whipping. Severe cases will be expelled immediately.
Because of this, although many people are dissatisfied with guys like Diarra and Farley, in person, they are all respectful and neither humble nor arrogant at best. Who dares to be like Roy, squinting and opening his mouth?
Spit on the ground?
Although Diarra is nominally the vice-president, in fact, he has been in charge of Munich College for several years. Here, he has all the power and says everything. Not to mention the students, even the teachers, who dares to face him?
Is he like this?
But luckily, there was one right in front of me.
It was this black-haired boy who caused him great disgrace on the entrance day. Later, he was disgraced in front of Supervisor Boer who came down from the main camp. Now, his prestige in the college is not what it used to be.
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If there were a hundred other people, Diarra would easily take them away. With such a character, he is only worthy of being a street gangster, not worthy of being a knight at all. He will be kicked out wherever he goes.
life.
But unfortunately, he just couldn't move this kid.
Gustas and the E-Brigade teachers were protecting him openly and covertly, and even Archduke Adolf, the Red Leaf Knights and the terrifying Inspection Department publicly stated that this boy was under their protection.
However, when Roy spat on the ground, all scruples had been burned away in anger and thrown out of the sky.
Diarra and others strode off the city wall and walked up to Roy with a livid face.
However, before they could open their mouths to attack, Kameni already frowned and said to Roy: "Spit everywhere and run ten laps with a heavy load."
"Oh." Kameni said, and Roy immediately lost his temper, walked to the edge of the field honestly, and grabbed a weight bag.
Weight bags are essential tools for knights to train for physical fitness.
The smallest weight-bearing bag is twenty kilograms. Above that, there are thirty kilograms, fifty kilograms, one hundred kilograms and two hundred kilograms.
Running is originally an endurance job. When your physical strength reaches its limit, one more kilogram is like weighing down a mountain. But when Roy picked up the twenty-kilogram weight bag, Kameni shook his head.
"The biggest one."
Upon hearing this, the teachers on the wall were in a commotion. For an armed knight, carrying a weight of 200 kilograms and running ten times, which is a distance of three kilometers, this punishment can be considered extremely severe.
Diarra and others also had a sneer on their faces, folding their arms and watching the excitement. Since Kameni punished Roy, they were happy to stand by and watch. Running with a load of 200 kilograms is no joke.
If Roy wants to hate him, he only hates Kameni for being too strict. The internal contradictions in the E Brigade naturally mean that the bigger the better.
However, no one noticed that when Giles, Griffin and other students around them heard Kameni's punishment, not only did they not show any surprise on their faces, but they all showed a knowing smile.
The reason is simple, Roy is not wearing training clothes!
This guy can run dozens of kilometers in a training suit that weighs 300 kilograms and has a limited combat ring. Isn't this kind of punishment just like playing?
At this moment, looking at Kameni's old-fashioned and serious face, everyone suddenly felt extra friendly while snickering.
Roy looked resigned, picked up the 200 kilogram weight bag, and started running.
Ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters... At first, Diarra and others still had a look of gloating on their faces. However, when Roy's face stopped blushing and he ran out of breath for three days,
After the circle, their eyes, like those of the teachers on the city wall, became astonished and uncertain.
Everyone has a different physique, a different nature of fighting spirit, and a different emphasis on strength, speed, and endurance.
In everyone's eyes, Roy, who is thin and frail, is just a speed knight. His strength and endurance have nothing to do with him. But no one expected that this kid would actually run with a 200 kilogram weight bag on his back.
So easy.
This is not the explosive power when attacking. The battle ring can communicate with the power of instantly increasing the spirit. It all depends on the strength of Roy's body itself!
Even many knights who have reached the second level of bravery or even the third level of justice may not necessarily have such a strong physique.
While looking at each other, Diarra and others saw a group of instructors from Team E chatting and laughing with the students, looking like they were not surprised. They suddenly understood something, and their faces turned livid again.
A moment later, Roy had completed ten laps and stopped leisurely in front of Diarra. There was not even a sweat on his face with a proud face.
"What are you doing?" Farley was the first to lose his composure when Roy stared at him face to face with an almost provocative look, "What's your attitude?"
Roy sneered, opened his mouth, and spat hard at Farley's feet.
This bastard!
Kameni turned his head and pretended not to notice. Haisen and Wu Ming looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The instructors on the city wall were stunned and the students almost laughed out loud.
"Run ten laps with spit, I know." This time without Kameni's words, Roy carried the weight bag and started running again. While running, he glanced at Diarra and others sideways, with an indescribable expression on his face.
The sarcasm is hateful.
Diarra gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and walked away. Farley and others followed suit and quickly left the E-Brigade castle.
Everyone knew that the kid didn't care about punishment at all. As long as they were still standing here, the kid would spit at them after running.
It doesn't matter if he runs dozens of times, and spitting on the ground doesn't mean he can be labeled as such. But if his group of people sticks there like idiots and lets him spit like this, it would be a big joke.
As soon as they walked out of the door, they heard a burst of wild laughter behind them. It was actually students from the E brigade high-fiving each other!
Diarra stopped suddenly, his face looking extremely scary because of anger. He looked at Farley and said bitterly: "Are you ready for tomorrow's game?"
Farley said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to you!"
He looked coldly at the E Brigade Castle behind him, "Tomorrow, I will let them see with their own eyes how they were beaten back to their original form!"
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Diarra was so angry that Roy got a scolding from Kameni for "nonsense". He didn't run the remaining laps and went to the castle bathroom to take a shower.
The bathroom was crowded with students who had just finished training, and Giles and Griffin followed Roy in. In the mist, the bare-butt boys were laughing and joking, shouting in joy.
"Look at what Diarra looks like," Giles said loudly as he poured water over his head. "He has never been so angry in his life, has he?"
"Deserve it!" Griffin's voice could shake the roof. "He targets us all day long. Every time he sees our noses, our noses, our eyes, or our eyes, he wishes we could all be kicked out of the academy before peace comes. I've wanted to do this for a long time!"
He picked up the wooden basin and rushed from head to toe. He completed what he called a bath with great momentum. He put his hands on his hips and said, "If they hadn't run so fast, I would have bathed them in the same way."
"That's right." Everyone burst into laughter, "If each of us spits, we might be able to drown them."
"Why don't you try peeing!"
"Isn't it just a penalty run? Why don't we run hundreds of kilometers one morning?"
While talking, students from other grades also finished their training one after another.
As soon as Mengmeng and Eric entered the door, they surrounded Roy and shouted, "Hey, I heard that you made Vice Dean Diarra and Farley angry?"
"It's nothing." Roy wiped his face honestly, "I spat on the ground, and they pouted and got angry. It's really inexplicable. How can a group of grown men in their decades be worse than women?
mean."
Everyone laughed again.
Roy's confused and honest look, coupled with his utterly wicked words, are really unbearable. If Diarra were here, he would be furious to death.
After hearing the freshmen talk about the cause and effect at that time, everyone yelled that it was deserved.
In the midst of the commotion, a third-year student asked: "They came today to find out more about you. Tomorrow is the internal challenge. Those guys from the S brigade have said they want us to look good. How about it? I'm sure.
No?"
His words immediately silenced the bustling bathroom. Only the sound of scooping out water and flushing was heard. Everyone looked at Roy, Giles and other students who were selected to participate in the competition, with somewhat worried eyes.
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Only students in the training camp understand how important the annual team challenge is.
The road to knighthood is long and arduous, especially for civilians.
When they were young, when the noble children were trained under hired knight teachers, when specialized people dressed them, helped them mount their horses, and served them tea and water, the boys from common families worked as waiters in the lord's castle or in the knight's family.
child.
Every morning before dawn, they had to get up and work. They fed the horses and served the knight until after eight o'clock, when they could take advantage of the knight's morning tea to grab a few bites of food.
After eating, before I had time to rest, it was already practice time.
This is the most cherished time of their day. However, it is not easy to meet a knight who has the patience to teach them. During the two prayer hours of training, they are considered lucky to have the guidance of a knight attendant.
At the end of every day's training, they would have some injuries on their bodies, either from knocks while running, or from being chopped by the squire knight with a wooden sword while practicing swordsmanship. Head injuries and bloody injuries were common.
After the training, no matter how tired they were, they had no time to rest. They had to help the wife with the work and maintain the knight's armor and weapons. If they slacked off even a little bit, they would be punished. They could not go back until the evening when the adults had gone to bed.
Go to your own little nest.
These are the days of a commoner who dreams of becoming a knight. Day after day, year after year. From the age of six until about twelve years old.
For them, hardship is not scary, but being eliminated is what is scary.
During those days, they watched one after another of their companions who were unable to become knights because they were not talented enough to pack their bags and leave in tears. They saw that they were forced to give up their dreams for various reasons and go home to farm and herd sheep.
Blacksmithing, doing various things to make a living. Burying childhood dreams deep in a painful and difficult life.
They are also afraid that one day they will become one of those eliminated and will be far away from the dream of being a knight. They will never have a chance to get ahead.
They persisted in fear like this, until one day, their fighting spirit broke through to the first level and formed a battle ring.
For them, the day they get the battle ring is a milestone that completely changes their lives. Especially these boys who have already formed the battle ring before the age of eighteen are the luckiest people among millions of their peers.
This means that they can join the three major training camps, wear the uniforms they have dreamed of since childhood, and become the envy of everyone.
However, this is just the beginning.
They have just taken the first step in the long road of knighthood.
Just this step has taken them more than ten years. And every step after that will be more difficult than the road they took before.
No one wants to be a trash that is looked down upon by others. However, if you want to go further and keep up with others, you cannot just practice hard.
They must make use of all cultivation resources. For example, the Illusion World Tower is rich in aura and can increase practical experience; elixirs to temper the body and restore energy; more advanced exercises; better training equipment; guidance from better instructors, etc.
wait........
Take the current situation as an example, just the training courses formulated by Grand Master Kameni and the Qi guidance he personally provides for them every day have greatly increased their cultivation speed.
Because of this, it is so important for them to obtain the resources of the college.
The nobles also have their own accumulation, and these civilian students cannot obtain them from anywhere other than what is provided by the training camp.
However, over the years, Diarra's elite policy has been fully biased towards the children of nobles. All resources must be obtained through the annual brigade challenge.
For many years, Team E has never won the Team Challenge. The bottom ranking result is many second-year and third-year students. So far, they have not even entered the Fantasy Tower once!
For those who want to make progress, this is undoubtedly a huge blow.
This time, the annual challenge is coming again. Originally, everyone thought that having Roy in Team E would help everyone get rid of the situation of getting nothing in previous years, but who could have imagined it? Diarra and Farley's gang
Man, actually changed the rules of the game.
When the third-year student mentioned this, everyone felt a little sad.
With Kevin's challenge, Roy's situation in the academy was already very difficult. Team E was pretty good, but in other teams, not only the aristocratic students were sarcastic, but also some common people also criticized Roy's cowardice.
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Tomorrow's challenge is a team battle. One person's power is limited after all. No matter how powerful Roy is, can he still fight ten of them?
Today Diarra Falli was angry and everyone laughed for a while.
What about tomorrow?
People like Farley are famous for making small moves. In addition to the strength of the S Brigade, he doesn't know what other off-board recruits he will use tomorrow. At this moment, I don't know how many people are waiting to see the E Brigade.
It's a joke.
In the silence, suddenly, the bathroom door was opened, and a student ran in like flying.
"General Fano is here! It's in the dean's office..." He opened his eyes wide, panted, and announced the news in a tone that seemed unbelievable to him: "...requiring us
Enter the camp and prepare for war within three days!"
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As night falls, the college is still lively.
Everyone kept their sleepless eyes open, gathering in twos and threes, discussing everything in front of them.
This period of time may be the most chaotic and eventful period in the first training camp in recent years.
Outside the academy, the challenge from the Langlis people has become the focus of Munich's greatest attention. Within the academy, the inter-team challenge has become the center of all conflicts.
At this time, the news that General Fano required the three major training camps to be ready for combat within three days was like a strong wind whistling past, sweeping all around. The students looked around, and for a moment, they felt like they were in a precarious situation.
"Enter camp and prepare for war?" Williams put down the magnifying glass in his hand and raised his head from the chopping board filled with messy drawings and tools.
This news surprised the old man.
It is true that the three major training camps are the reserve force of the major provinces. When the war reaches a critical moment, it is also true that these young knights must be dispatched even if they know that they are killing the goose to obtain the eggs.
However, in just a few days, Fano asked the students to enter the camp to prepare for war, which made people surprised.
You must know that entering the camp to prepare for combat means that the students have completely changed from being students to soldiers in the army. It means that they will be thrown into the battlefield at any time and participate in combat at any time.
"Well," Roy sat high on Titanic's shoulders. While mixing the magic ink, he nodded, "I heard that the three major training camps have been notified. Within three days, we will arrive in the South
Report to Gate Camp."
He dropped a drop of Yunhuo liquid and observed the elemental reaction of the ink. He nodded with satisfaction and continued to say to Williams: "...You can go together after the teams have organized, or you can go separately.
Anyway, a death order was issued, requiring those whose names are on the list to report for duty when the time comes, otherwise they will be deemed to have fled the battle."
"That's a crime of hanging." Williams' attention was diverted by the work in his hand. He pulled up another drawing. He examined it carefully with a magnifying glass and asked, "What about you?
Do I have to report in as well?”
"Of course." Roy shrugged and began to carefully repair a small magic pattern on the Titan's body to increase its defensive stiffness.
This is already the twentieth set of magic patterns they have completed on Titan.
Although Titan has still not been completely repaired, the repaired magic patterns still make it look much better than before. Like a scarred warrior, he is regaining his strength at a perceptible speed.
In the process of repairing Titan, Roy also learned a lot, especially in terms of magic patterns. Williams is the best teacher.
In the past few days of getting along with him, Williams has completely regarded him as his disciple. Whether it is repairing the Titan or other work, as long as it involves the knowledge of magic patterns, the old man will break it into pieces and tell him from the beginning.
Roy's understanding was already extremely high. Williams' guidance, coupled with the confirmation of the ancient magic patterns on Titan and the life magic patterns he had mastered, made his attainments in magic patterns advance by leaps and bounds.
To put it bluntly, as long as he is willing, he will have no problem at all in getting a level 6 magic pattern master in the Divine Artisan Hall with his knowledge of magic patterns.
This does not include the life magic pattern he has mastered. And once it is known that he is the lone wolf of the magic pattern master who disappears as soon as the dragon appears, I am afraid that the divine craftsman hall will rush to give him the title of divine craftsman just to win him over.
In the God's Hall.
Hearing that Roy was also going to report to the military camp, Williams put down his magnifying glass and his expression became serious.
After this period of contact, no one understands Roy's talent in magic patterns better than Williams. In his opinion, Roy was born to do magic pattern research in the laboratory. His achievements in this area,
It is ten thousand times better than being a knight or magician who fights and kills.
Letting him go to the military camp would be a complete waste of natural resources.
The battlefield is no better than fighting with a few noble children in the academy. If you are not careful, you will lose your life. Even though Roy reversed a battle in Medding City, Williams, who heard him describe the situation at that time, knew that
It's just a coincidence.
At that time, Roy's greatest achievement was to bring the ragtag snowball into motion. Although he played a key role, in terms of strength, he was still far behind. If Sophia hadn't arrived in time to save him, he would have died long ago.
Got it!
Being lucky once does not mean you will be lucky every time. Besides, after the identity of this little handyman from Borabel was exposed, there are now who knows how many people are waiting to attack him.
Not to mention anything else, the annoying guy who challenges outside the south gate of the college every day and the people behind him can't wait. If it weren't for the face of such a layer of rules, killing Roy directly would be a big deal for the domineering Golden Dragon family.
, it’s something you don’t even need to think about.
"Roy, what do you think?" Williams walked around the table, walked to the feet of the Titan, looked up at Roy, "If you don't want to go to the battlefield, I can..."
"No," Roy finished tracing an energy line, stopped writing, looked down at Williams, and said calmly, "I want to go."
Williams looked at Roy, sighed and nodded.
The more contact he had with Roy, the more he understood what a strong and fiery heart this young man, who looked confused and honest on the outside, had.
Carefully recount his past, from Borabel's brazen return to rescue civilians, killing people at a pass, jumping off a cliff, fighting back in the city of Meiding, to the big fight on the entrance day. The Grand Duke beat up the princess at the ball, which one is something that ordinary people can do?
Came out?
Normally, he is like a lazy and harmless monster, but once he is angered, he will not hesitate to launch the most violent attack. For the sake of his relatives and friends around him, he will do the most evil things.
hand.
This is also his most valuable quality.
For him, defending everything he cares about does not require heroic words or reasons, only a simple "I want to go" is enough.
Williams has no doubt that as long as he can avenge the dead Borabel people, he will not let go of any opportunity. And as long as there is an opportunity, he will not hesitate to kill all the Feili people.
This kid's murderous nature is innate in his bones!
"Now that you've decided, I won't care about you," Williams thought for a while and said, "However, you have to be careful when going to the battlefield. Don't be careless because you think you have made a meritorious service. Last time, it was your team that took the snowball.
It's rolling, there is luck in it. It may not be possible next time..."
He said, reaching out to Roy, "Give me the elemental storm ring."
The elemental storm ring was obtained by Roy from the secret camp warehouse. Because the violent elemental life was sealed in it, it was difficult to control it after losing the suppression of the original owner. Therefore, Roy had always kept it in the space ring untouched.
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Hearing Williams' words, he jumped off the Titan and took out the elemental storm ring. He handed it over in confusion.
"I can help you add a restriction to the ring." Williams took the ring. "Although it cannot control the elemental storm. However, the restriction can help you resist an unstoppable attack and spread the power to the elements.
storm."
"Oh?" Roy said in surprise, "Really?"
"That old guy Gustas has always regarded this ring as a treasure, and no one is allowed to touch it in the warehouse," Williams said calmly, "If he hadn't said that this thing belonged to him when he got the ring,
I took action a long time ago, so I still have to wait until now..."
As he said that, he shook the ring in his hand, "But this is fine. It's better to be cheap for you than to be cheap for that miser."
As he spoke, the old man turned around, rummaged through the surrounding cabinets, found various materials, and arranged a magic array on the ground. In the array was a lightning strike wooden totem pole inlaid with a magic core, surrounded by
It is five metal array plates.
The entire magic circle is connected with powdered lake bottom stones. In the middle is a six-pointed star, and on the outside are two circles and arrows rotating clockwise and counterclockwise. Between the lines are complex and uncommon magic symbols.
Roy would have been unable to understand it before. But after studying magic patterns during this period, he was no longer unfamiliar with these patterns. With just one glance, he knew that this magic circle contained at least thirty patterns.
and formula.
Williams placed the ring on the totem pole in the center and said: "I snatched this totem pole from the orc tribe. The wood is from the core of the earth. It only grows one centimeter in tens of thousands of years, and it is deep underground.
It is very rare. The orcs did not know where they got this piece of wood. They placed it on their holy mountain and let it be struck by lightning tens of thousands of times before making this totem pole. It is a treasure that suppresses the wind element. It is used to deal with it.
Elemental storm is the most suitable."
As he spoke, Williams stood outside the formation, his hands changing one after another, and chanting in his mouth. After a moment, a green light rose like a comet from the central totem pole, and then passed through the metal formation like lightning.
As the green light passed by, the metal array activated, and green light filaments intertwined and rose into the sky, sealing the entire space.
Williams' chanting became louder and louder, and after a few minutes, the twisted and ferocious head on the elemental storm ring suddenly rushed out of the ring.
This was the first time Roy saw the elemental life sealed in the ring.
It is a green-yellow giant with a bald head and no facial features. It has a pair of ferocious eyes and a big fanged mouth that resembles a tiger orc. It has no nose and ears. Its upper body is the same as that of humans, with muscles and muscles, strong and sturdy.
, while the lower body is somewhat blurred, starting from the waist and abdomen, it is imprisoned in the ring and cannot be seen clearly.
As soon as he broke out of the ring, the elemental storm tried to attack Williams. However, the power of the magic circle was like a cage, suppressing him. A second later, the lake bottom stones on the ground suddenly burned.
Thick white smoke suddenly rose, and countless green threads shrank with the rotation of the forward and counterclockwise arrows on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the green light, thick smoke and the elemental giant that had just rushed out turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the ring. It was as if nothing had happened and everything was as calm as before.
Seeing Williams pick up the ring and hand it to him, Roy took it with some surprise, "Is it over?"
"It's over." Williams said calmly, "This thing can bear a fatal attack for you. However, although it is powerful, the force it can withstand exceeds its limit. You will also be injured. Moreover, you can only launch it at critical moments.
Once, if you want to use it again, you must activate the energy of heaven and earth to replenish its energy through meditation. It usually takes three months to replenish it once. This will reduce your cultivation efficiency. How to allocate the energy is up to you."
Roy held the ring and looked left and right, speechless.
He never dreamed that he had already judged the big eater, and now there would be another guy like him.
However, he didn't care much. The tide of energy in the world when he was meditating was so terrifying that even a little bit of it would be enough for this ring. As for the three months that William mentioned, that was just a meditation for ordinary magicians.
Just do it yourself. It only takes about three days!
You can have a chance to resist a fatal attack every three days. This is simply a life-saving amulet!
"What's the maximum number of attacks it can withstand?" Roy liked it more and more as he looked at it, and quickly put the ring on his finger.
"Elemental storm is a special kind of life. The older it is, the stronger its power is," Williams said. "The guy imprisoned in your hands must be a thousand years old. It is actually a waste to use it as a shield. It cannot be used to its full potential.
Its true power. Now, it can probably withstand a maximum blow equivalent to the full force of the Great Light Knight."
"Enough, enough." Roy smiled with an eyebrow. How many great knights of light can he meet? Having this thing to save his life almost means that except for the paladins, he can escape from most enemies that he cannot resist.
A life!
Counting the treasures on his body, Roy felt a great sense of satisfaction.
Needless to say, the ruling. The current ruling is not only a weapon that can change forms as needed, but also has a spatial passage leading to the final battlefield east of the Duantian Mountains. Moreover, the seven disciples sealed in it have already awakened for two years.
indivual.
Sword Spirits and Ax Spirits are not only their own teachers, but they can also take over their own bodies when they are in danger and fight with their experience and strength. They are capable of fighting against knights below the Glory level.
Next is the Fire Wing Soul Devouring Armor and the Ghost Shadow Blade Chain.
The Fire Wing Devouring Armor is extremely defensive and has a pair of black fire wings that can fly for a short period of time. The ghost sword chain is unpredictable and can cut iron like mud, and can produce unexpected effects in close combat.
The two treasures, one defensive and one offensive, at least increase one's combat effectiveness by 50%. If combined with the lightning speed and weird steps of the undead unicorn "living treasure", even without using magic, he has the confidence to compete with a just person.
The knights fight head-on.
Now, with the protection of this elemental storm ring, even if I meet that bastard Alex again now, I have nothing to fear!
However, just when Roy looked at the ring happily, Williams rummaged through the box and placed everything in front of him.
"A few days ago, that old guy Gustas asked you to take whatever you wanted, so you should empty out his warehouse," Williams complained. "Why are you being so polite to him? Now I have to catch up with him.
Your own belongings... come here and take a look at these..."
"This is a magic scroll I made before. It's hard to find materials that can withstand magic of level 10 or above. So there are not many. There are two magic scrolls of level 11, five magic scrolls of level 10, and those of level 9 and level 8, plus
There were about thirty of them together..."
With that said, Williams handed a lot of magic scrolls to Roy, "What are you doing here? Hurry up and put them away. Unfortunately, the twelve-level magic scrolls are too high for you to use. Otherwise, I
There are two more here..."
Roy looked at the pile of scrolls at his feet, his eyes widening.
The magic scroll is a consumable weapon that can only be used once.
The advantage of this kind of weapon is that magicians can store their usual magic power through scrolls. In battle, they can save their limited magic power, increase attack methods and combat endurance, and will not be defeated due to depletion of magic power.
At the same time, the release of the magic scroll is relatively simple and convenient, much faster than the combined element array. It can make up for the magician's slow attack speed.
However, not every magician can use a scroll. For many people, the disadvantages of this weapon far outweigh the advantages.
First of all, the materials for making scrolls are rare and expensive. The cost of using a scroll is even much higher than killing someone directly with money. Even the richest magician cannot withstand the consumption of scroll battles.
Secondly, after the scroll is successfully made, it cannot be used directly. It also requires the magic power of a magician. The magic power consumed is one-tenth of the same magic, but the power is only two-thirds of the same magic.
These two points alone limit the role of magic scrolls. Many magicians would rather spend more time on other magic pattern equipment that can be used continuously and consume a lot of magic cores, rather than use this one-time weapon.
Roy never dreamed that Williams, an old man who was doing research underground, who didn't fight or kill people, just doing things for fun, would actually have so many scrolls.
How rich this old man must be!
It's a bastard not to take advantage of it. How can Roy be polite? He immediately used his hands and feet to quickly sweep away the pile of scrolls.
These scrolls were enough. As for the twelve-level scrolls in the old man's mouth, he didn't even think about it.
The higher the magic level, the more magic power needs to be consumed. The eighth-level magic is not necessarily much more powerful than the seventh-level magic, but the magic power consumption is fully twice as high. And among the twelfth-level magic, the worst one is also
It requires one hundred thousand magic codes.
If calculated based on the magic power that activates one-tenth of the scroll, it is 10,000 magic powers. For Roy, who now only has a total of 5,000 or 6,000 magic codes, he is as helpless as seeing a beautiful woman when he is short of energy and blood.
It seemed that he was afraid that Roy would suffer a loss on the battlefield. After giving Roy a bunch of scrolls, Williams gave him a full box of magic pattern materials, magic potions and magic cores. There were also several small items for escape and survival in the wild.
stuff.
Just when Roy was dazzled, the old man thought for a moment, suddenly walked to Titanic's side, opened the armor, and activated a small magic circle hidden inside...
With a bang, the huge steel Titan suddenly disappeared. Only a metal glove was left in the old man's hand.
"This is..." Roy said in surprise, "Titan?"
"To be precise, this is Nick's space vehicle," Williams said. "The Titans are not only a set of magic pattern war puppets, but the vehicle is also a set of armor. Nick has a left-hand glove, and Mark has a right-hand glove.
, Dick is the left leg armor, Mook is the helmet, Tok is the right leg armor, Parker is the belly armor, and Sark is the breastplate. Each one has its own mystery..."
As he spoke, he sighed and said, "However, Nick is the only one left now. It is said that the other six war puppets were all destroyed in the final battle."
The old man handed the gloves to Roy with a look of reluctance, but his movements were extremely determined, "I promised you that if Nick can be repaired, it will be yours. Now, the repair work has been 80% completed. I will first
I’ll give it to you, and when it’s finished, just take it back and show it to me.”
"But..." Roy was extremely surprised. Williams has been studying Nick for decades. Roy knew very well how important this war figure was in his life. He couldn't believe it, the old man
It was handed over to myself so easily.
"Stop talking nonsense," Williams handed the gloves to Roy. He turned to look at the empty room and waved his hand, "Okay, get out. If you can't survive this way, it will only prove that you deserve to die."
Already."
Roy was kicked out of the room. Standing in the corridor of the dark camp, he was stunned for a long time and bowed respectfully to the closed door.
The old man's love and care made his heart warm and touched.
Turning around, the black fire-winged soul-devouring armor had covered his whole body.
It has been several days since Roy returned to Green Tower Manor, and today, Roy must go back. Because the old falcons of Rongyang Camp who set out to sneak behind enemy lines have returned. And they have brought news about the Grand Duke.