It is not impossible for the lowest poor people to produce great knights, but this possibility is very low, even if ninety-nine percent of them are cultivated by those noble lords.

It's not about talent, it's about finance.

But even if a person is a top genius, but his family is poor, he can't even eat a full meal all day long, and where does he have the strength to hone all kinds of skills, and the children of poor families, if they don't work in the field, they will be scolded when they go out to play - this is not a joke, but a true portrayal of poverty.

There is a famous saying in the continent of Ashan, if you want to become a qualified knight, you must use a good appetite.

Every knight is a well-known big stomach, and a big knight is even more so, a meal of half a sheep and ten catties of food is a common thing for them, otherwise how do you think their monster-like physique came from?

Meditation and Qi refining?

It's just a joke, even warlocks with bloodline abilities don't channel the energy from the outside into their bodies, that's a kind of murder, a kind of murder to themselves.

Of course, this may also be that they are not in the realm, and there is no way to do such an otherworldly thing, so they can only temper themselves in the most mundane way.

Why did a loyal noble lord bestow a manor once he became a knight?

Wealth creation is, and only the production of a manor can keep the knight at the top of his game, a small manor of ten families that can barely make ends meet for a knight - not just the knight's food and drink, but also the knight's horses and two servants, as well as simple weapons and armor repairs.

As for creating new weapons and armor, it was up to the knight to figure it out on his own, and many knights' armor was passed down from their fathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, and great-great-grandfathers.

Saying that those weapons and armor are family heirlooms and have a glorious history is all, and it's not because you don't have the extra money to create a new weapon armor.

If there is this ability, Sun Tzu will not go to create a new one, remove the changes of the times, not to mention the progress of the forging process, those old antiques have not known how many times they have been repaired and transformed, the sharpness and protection are not satisfactory, not to mention, even if the craftsmanship is high, it is not as good as the tailor-made fit.

I didn't see those powerful nobles who always put their heirlooms in the castle *** people to admire, and they wore brand new armor tailored with the latest technology when they went to the battlefield.

There are always exceptions to everything, and if these old antiques are old enough, old enough to be handed down from the Andes Empire three hundred years ago, and even the Elven Empire a thousand years ago, then it is a different situation entirely.

This is because such armor usually has some strange abilities, ranging from enhancing a certain ability of the user to being able to affect the outcome of a battle.

The most typical representative of this is the sword of courage held by the Lancelot family, the royal family of the Byron Alliance, which is said to have magical powers, and even the weakest people in ordinary times, when shrouded in the aura of this sword, will burst out with courage comparable to that of elite veterans.

In any war led by the Lancelot royal family, as long as this sword appears on the battlefield, it has never been defeated, so this sword is also called the sword of victory and has become one of the biggest symbols of the Lancelot royal family.

Legend has it that this sword came from Evans, the most famous master smith of the Elven Empire at that time, who liked to use a leaf of the Tree of Life as a sign of his signature, and forged only seven weapons in his lifetime.

Each one has left its own glorious chapter in history, but those six have disappeared in the long river of history, and only this sword of courage has been passed down by mistake.

Becoming a knight was always an unattainable dream for poor children.

To get back to the point, the Grand Knight Ajar was not born in poverty, but from a noble background, and the Manyu army led a family with a surname, which can be traced back to the beginning of the Byron Commonwealth.

He had a hereditary title since he was born, and although he was only the lowest hereditary baron, he was also the one who held the power to kill tens of thousands of people in a city and county, and if it weren't for the oath of guardianship that he easily made when he was young and frivolous, even if he were killed, he would not have been here—at least not in this form of play.

If he was in charge of a barbarian who was in charge of an army of thousands or even tens of thousands of people to conquer the Andes Mountains, he would naturally not hide his head and tail like he was in front of him.

Now that it has been exposed, Ajar no longer intends to hide his ears and steal the bell, mastering this slave hunting team that is already on the verge of collapse is naturally his first priority, and if he wants to take the seriously injured Bartley out of the mountain alive, he still needs the assistance of these people.

As for the slave hunter who had just questioned him, before he finished speaking, he was beheaded with a sword and became the chicken in the monkey - it didn't matter whether what he said was reasonable or not, what mattered was that they obeyed, and absolute force was the easiest way to get them to obey.

Every great knight is an excellent grassroots officer, even if he doesn't understand the military formation, when he becomes a big knight, he must make up for this shortcoming.

On the ever-changing battlefield, the power of one person is limited after all, let alone the big knights, even those champion knights dare not charge alone.

Numerous cruel facts have proven that the mortality rate of a large knight with his own personal guard is much lower than that of a large knight without a personal guard.

Ager, who was born in the nobility and received a good education since childhood, was naturally not too bad, and he was able to assemble a team of only one hundred and twenty or thirty people.

The first thing the soldiers did when they regathered was naturally to collect the wounded, and by the way, to make up for the Andes mountain people who were still panting, Ajer had just stopped the slave hunter, in addition to killing chickens and monkeys, he just didn't like the kind of torture that vented his emotions, but he was not ready to let go of these Andes mountain people who couldn't run away, it was definitely a matter of public anger, and the wise man didn't do it.

Just a few hundred meters upstream of the mountain stream down the mountain, Ajar sent people to set up camp, although it was just past noon, but the situation in front of him did not want to hurry again today.

On the other side of the mountain forest, those fleeing Andis mountain people are gradually gathering under the guidance of the horn, and the leader is none other than Sean, who was forced to flee in embarrassment by the great knight Ajer.

Now there were more than a dozen Andes mountain people gathered around him, although there were men, women and children, but most of them were powerful men, and these hunters who had been walking on the edge of danger all year round had a better chance of surviving the previous brutal fighting.

"Don, Sean Don, turned out to be really you. An Andis mountain citizen who had just come out of the mountain forest shouted in surprise, and then shouted behind him, "Come out, it's not a trap, it's Don, it was Don who rescued us before." ”

Soon, twenty or thirty Andes mountain people came out of the mountains and forests one after another, and it was obvious that they had already consciously gathered on the way to escape.

"It's great that you're alive, Chard, Benzene, Cobir. Sean hurried up and gave the other a bear hug while searching the crowd behind him, but was disappointed, although there were many familiar faces, they were not from his own village.

"Ben was stubborn, and after being captured, he was killed not long after leaving the village, and I was too far away from Kaurbir to know their situation, but among the people who guarded them was a regular knight who had been on the battlefield, and he was afraid of more than luck. "I don't know if I've seen too much life and death, and I've become numb, or I'm strong,

Chad didn't show much sadness, hammered Sean's chest and said, "We knew you were going to come to our rescue." ”

While talking. Sean glanced at the familiar faces behind Charlie and dragged Chad to the side.

"Sean. ”

"Don. ”

"Teacher. ”

Those Andes mountain people came over to salute Sean one after another, and their expressions were a little less intimate than Chad's, a little more respectful, and respectful from the heart.

The Andes mountain dwellers were all young, the oldest being in his early twenties, and the youngest being only seventeen or eighteen.

Although these young Andes mountain people came from different villages, they had similar backgrounds and lived in the same life, and they were grown up Marshall.

With a mother who doesn't know how to take care of children, Sean can only use his brains to make his life more comfortable, at first he can only rely on the adults in the village, and when he has a little ability, he begins to consciously gather those orphaned children for his own use.

One is to do things conveniently on their own, and to borrow their hands to do a lot of things that they can't do at their current age.

Second, these children are living too hard, and they can't bear it, and they want to fight for a new way for them to live.

And this thing, as soon as it is done, it can't stop the brake.

There are so many orphaned children among the Andes mountain people, not to mention the scourge of slave hunting teams, it is also dangerous to go into the mountains to hunt, coupled with natural and man-made disasters, children are usually the last ones left - why? What parent does not fight to protect their children?

There are usually only three places for these orphaned children.

One is to be adopted by one's own close relatives;

the second is to be raised by the village, that is, it is often said to eat 100 family meals;

The last one is the most miserable, there are no close relatives or decent villages, they can only become street children, if they meet a kind family to adopt, there is still a way to live, if not, then they can only fend for themselves.

Even the first two kinds of life are not necessarily good, after all, they are not born and raised, and their own children may not have enough to eat, let alone raise outsiders.

At first, Sean took the initiative to collect those orphaned children, and when the reputation spread, some children who had no way to live took the initiative to come to the door, and in the end, not only orphans from the surrounding villages were sent to Sean, but some poor families also sent them to Sean in order to find a way for their children to live.

At most, Sean had nearly a hundred orphans around him, and at that time, he had a lot of money just to find food for these children.