This is a sword that condenses all the momentum of the short and fat boy Osmond, Mo Lin thought to himself that he couldn't stop it, even if he was completely prepared, there was no hope, standing behind Barron, he could feel the oncoming oppression, and the breath of death penetrated Barron's momentum along the sword path and approached his eyebrows, this is at least the level of a fifth-level combat apprentice, Mo Lin admired in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

That Humpty Dumpty was not a Kadir man, but an ordinary human being, just a little fat, and it was unbelievable that he had trained his body to this extent before the age of twelve. Sure enough, as Daddy Pike said, there are more powerful people on the mainland, never be too arrogant, and most importantly, run when it's time to run.

In the boy's heart, the joy of his previous progress faded a lot.

The wind was howling, and Merlin didn't know how much momentum Barron had blocked, only feeling a dull pain in his skin.

Then Barron swung his hammer.

The wind stopped.

The next moment, there was a crisp click, and the sunken wood greatsword that couldn't bear its strength burst into countless fragments, splashing in all directions.

The dark green ornament on Barron's body shone thinly, covering the surface of the Kadir boy's body like a suit of armor, bouncing off the sunken wood shards.

Osmond didn't expect the wooden sword to be so useless, and took a few steps back, but his cheek was still scratched by the broken wood, and a bloody mark was scraped from the broken wood, making his round face look a little more hideous.

As if it were bleeding, like a hungry beast suddenly smelling blood, the battle intent in the dark eyes of the short and fat boy burned wildly, and he walked up to Strayer's side in two steps, and was about to pull out the metal greatsword behind the heavily armored warrior.

Before, Barron caught a sword lightly, and he hadn't enjoyed it yet, and finally met a Humpty Dumpty man with some strength, and naturally his fighting spirit was high.

It's just that at this moment, Lawson's cane on the side gently tapped on the deck and said, "That's it, you're almost done, don't delay tomorrow's test." Seeing that Osmond seemed to have something to say, Lawson's eyes froze, and his cold gaze was like a bucket of cold water, pouring on the short and fat boy, instantly extinguishing his crazy fighting spirit and sobering him up.

Barron regretfully put away his hammer and looked around at the aristocratic boys who had despised him and Morin before, and saw that their faces were all pale, and he snorted disdainfully, and followed Lawson with Morin to a relatively empty place on the deck.

As they walked, Morin felt a myriad of curious, admiring, or jealous eyes following them, and he suddenly looked back to find that there seemed to be a flash of gloom on His Highness Strayer's peaceful face.

With a smile on his face, he was really satisfied with the performance of his two students, in fact, he could already imagine what corner the examiners of the best Warrior Academy should be arguing about now after watching Morin and Barron's shots.

The sun was setting on the sea, and it was already dusk.

From time to time, the big ship would anchor in a certain harbor, pick up a few people on board, and then continue to speed through the sea, perhaps because the people lost interest in getting late, or because the small cluff that had been too eye-catching, and the deck gradually fell silent.

"Have a good rest tonight, start the assessment early tomorrow morning, and behave well. Lawson said to the two teenagers.

Maureen and Barron nodded, continuing to look beyond the side of the ship.

In the field of vision is the straight boundary between the sea and the sky, above is the rose as shy as the sky of clouds, flying out of countless reverie whispers, below is the deep blue with warm endless ocean, a piece of orange waves reflecting the broken shadow of the sunset, deep and mysterious and mysterious.

The great ship they rode in was huge, but how could it compare to the endless ocean and the vast sky.

"Morin, what's the end of the sea?" Barron asked.

Mo Lin rubbed his slightly messy hair, the dark red sunset was reflected in his dark blue eyes, took a deep breath, and said with emotion: "I don't know, no one has ever been there." Recalling the books he had read, he added: "It was still a chaotic realm, where only the most experienced explorers and the most fearless warriors could survive, and long ago, when Toddell was still in the age of pioneering, and the sea was still a forbidden area for order and life, and it was those who braved the wind and waves, found islands large and small in the endless ocean, and ignited the fire of order, and the coastal sea has the soft appearance it has today." ”

Maybe it was because he had read too many books, and at a young age, Mo Lin was a little melancholy in his thoughts, thinking about the things recorded in the book, he opened his mouth and sang softly:

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They came here before the moon rose

When they came here, the sun was still hideous

They held flames

They move forward

They poured into the mud

They picked up the fire from the roses

They continued to step into thorns

Singing, the banner of their dreams

Whoever can make peace is only the immortal heroic spirit

Follow the traces of blood left by our ancestors

They ignite the light

That was the original era

People's swords and guns are never directed at themselves

They are united

They overcame all obstacles

That's their deeds

It was the pioneering century

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After listening to Morin's low singing, the heart of the Kadir boy was already full of blood, and his eyes seemed to see the scene of the ancestors going forward and opening up the wilderness, and he burst into tears for a while, and he only wished that he could not be born in that era. He raised his stone hammer in the high air in his right hand and pointed it towards the setting sea, and cried out: "I, Baron Ressa, will surely be the greatest warrior in the future!

Infected by Baron's blood, Maureen also raised his short sword and shouted, "I, Maureen Calland, will definitely become the greatest mage in the future!

At sunset, on the side of the ship, two teenagers, one large and one small, each holding their own weapons high, the picture solidified into an eternal silhouette in the warm light.

And the voices of the two teenagers, one low and one high, one thick and one thin, dragged a long tail note, intertwined on the sea, as if they were going to echo until the end of the world......

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At midnight, the island-like ship floats silently on the surface of the sea, and the silver moonlight spreads into the sea, and the sparkling waves resemble countless swimming fish.

By this time, most of the people had fallen asleep in their assigned cabins, and in a relatively spacious room, two people were talking in low voices.

It was His Highness Strayer and the heavily armored swordsman beside him, the heavily armored swordsman still wearing a face protector, his whole body hidden under the dark armor, and only a pitch-black silhouette could be discerned in the gloomy room.

"You've been so reckless this afternoon that you can just pull out a curse card. "It was an old, hoarse voice, certainly not Strayer's, it could only belong to the hoplite. It's just that the voice is airless, weak as a wisp, and it doesn't look like a warrior in heavy armor at all.

Strayer's dark eyes flickered, and he said, "That young man is from an unknown source, and he is so directed at me, so he naturally wants to get rid of it." ”

"Confused!" the old man's voice said sharply, in a tone of reprimand, "How many ways are there to get rid of a teenager in secret? Do you need to use that curse card?

Taking a breath, the old voice continued: "Don't forget your own identity! Wait for me honestly, and be crowned in peace, otherwise what use do you want? The next time you act like this, you can only hand you over to the Blood Staff, and let him punish you well." ”

With a look of trepidation in his eyes, Strayer lowered his head and said, "I know it's wrong. ”

The old voice was no more, and the room fell silent.

It's just that no one notices the cold hatred buried deep in Strayer's low-hanging terrified eyes.

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In the year of the cold moon, in the year of the Third Age, 635 A.D., Grand Duke Ian Victor, the founding monarch of the Duchy of Lothar, instructed the establishment of the Victor Combat Command College on the islands of the sea, which was subordinate to the Duchy of Lothar and was responsible for training excellent commanders for the Duchy. However, nearly 2,000 years have passed, with the development of mainland colleges and education systems, large and small colleges have gradually become the largest in the country, until now they have developed on their own, and are only supervised by the Temple of Order.

However, because of the historical relationship, Victor College still has a slight preferential treatment for students in the Principality of Lothar, and the entrance examination that has developed into the national entrance examination is also presided over by the teachers of Victor College.

The sky had just revealed the white of the fish's belly, and more than a thousand teenagers participating in the test had already stood neatly on the square-like deck. Dozens of examiners from various academies were distributed on the bow platform, and a dignified old man, with gray hair and a short beard, was wearing a battle uniform with the emblem of Victor College tattooed on his shoulder collar - a black and white square, which was an abstract mock war chess, a kind of equipment used to simulate command battles.

"The first is a knowledge test, which lasts for two Orr (about two hours), and knowledge is the foundation of civilization, so you must keep it in mind. With the words of the majestic old man, the deck rose in horizontal and vertical lines of orange light, dividing the deck into more than a thousand squares, and each teenager stayed in a separate square. Then a simple brown table and chair appeared in each square, and thick examination papers and quills were already placed on the table, and the teenagers quickly sat down and began to answer the papers.

The examiners on the square stage chatted leisurely:

"I don't know how many students will get the first class in this assessment. A middle-aged man sighed.

"It's good to have a few people get the second class, who do you think they are?" said a husky female voice a little harshly.

"I don't know what the use of this assessment is, how many children will study books seriously, even if someone gets a first class, it doesn't mean anything, can they still be admitted directly?" said a somewhat mocking young voice.

"All entrance examinations, no matter how big or small, must first test knowledge, this is a rule handed down from ancient times, no matter what the effect is, do always do. But it was the majestic old man who answered.

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