Every year when the snow melts and spring returns to the earth, the Radiant Templars throughout the diocesan territories of Eldran will routinely recommend a group of young men of the right age to the Templar Trials in the Revealed Mountains.

The Radiant Church's selection of candidates for trials has always been extremely strict, first of all, three generations of ancestors have been devout believers, and they have been influenced by the teachings of the Templar since childhood, secondly, objective requirements such as thinking and conduct, and finally whether they are healthy and have the potential to practice.

However, with the passage of time, it is difficult to avoid it, and many diocesan territories have used the trial candidates as a tool for them to accumulate money, so that the new generations of Templars are becoming fewer and fewer, good and bad, and most of them are orphans from church almshouses, even if several generations of popes have personally ordered the rectification of this matter, no good results have been obtained, and in desperation, the Templar has to increase the difficulty of trial selection, as far as possible to eliminate those who fish in troubled waters.

When the church of Baria parted, Mommer ignored Charan to his lieutenant, Casal, as if he had never known him, until Charan was able to meet again after graduating from the Templar Trials with flying colors.

The year 1137 of the new moon dawned, the spring of the year of the glow.

Charan was honored as a Templar Trialist.

The base of the trial was in the ring canyon thirty miles away from the town of Cologne, except for the narrow mountain passes in and out, surrounded by towering cliffs, and the food and clothing were all solved in it.

The trial students lived in a confined barracks, where the daily roosters crowed, the morning light was faint, and the cruel trials of inhumanity officially began, often after nightfall, and they had to take a short break for dinner, and they had to gather to listen to the priests' church doctrines, and when they returned to the camp to rest, it was already the middle of the moon.

When early summer came, there were only sixty trial students left in the entire canyon, and the number of original trial students was more than 1,800.

And Xia Lan is one of these sixty people, and now he has dark skin and a strong physique, like a green pine ∽ dǐng ∽ diǎn ∽ small ∽ said, .¢.o↖s_ (); Standing tall in the team of trial students on the school grounds, compared to the previous weak appearance, it is simply a world of difference.

In fact, Xia Lan didn't even know how he survived.

He clearly remembered that on the first day of the trial, he fainted for a long time due to physical overdraft, and as a result, he directly became the laughing stock of the entire camp trainees. There's no way, who made this body's physique so bad, if it weren't for the trial, he could only leave if he proposed to quit, otherwise he would definitely be the first to be expelled.

At that time, he had to face not only a difficult and painful trial, but also other trial students around him who were interested in playing tricks and bullying him, and bullying was common in all circumstances, and even the trial instructors acquiesced in this behavior.

Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest.

That's the bloody rule of the Proving Grounds.

When it comes to combat experience, not to mention the trial instructors, even if the head of the Templar Knights is brought in, he is not necessarily Xia Lan's opponent, but the problem is that Xia Lan is no longer the original Xia Lan, and now he is just an ordinary person, a mortal who has no power to restrain chickens.

He silently endured bullying, gritted his teeth and desperately insisted on completing all the trial items, he fell down countless times, stood up countless times, some people may admire, but more people think that he is stubborn and stupid.

Xia Lan never cares about other people's opinions, he only proves himself with actions.

And he is also not a coward who can only endure, it is his nature to return blood for blood.

Later, in a swordsmanship competition one day, he used a wooden sword to take revenge on all those who had bullied him, breaking his hands and legs, and making cruel moves.

After this incident, Xia Lan's fear in the eyes of the rest of the trial students even surpassed that of the trial instructor.

As time passed, Xia Lan's trial results became more and more excellent, and coupled with the performance of the previous sword competition, he won not only the awe of the trial students of the same period, but also the recognition and appreciation of many trial instructors.

Although such stories are staged every year, they never get tired of giving people the feeling in their hearts, and they are like a living role model, spurring all those who work hard to firmly believe in the goals and ideals they are pursuing.

After nearly three months, the first phase of the trial came to an end.

The sixty trial students who stood out in the canyon of the trial base were undoubtedly the best in the assessment, and when it came to the ranking of results, Xia Landu, who had shined greatly, was only ranked eleventh, so one could imagine the ability of the people in front of him.

The first place in the trial, Cassitold, is only seventeen years old, and his strength has reached the top class.

The Templar trial assessment was like a game in his eyes, but his usual style was low-key and taciturn, or perhaps it was the gap in strength, so he didn't know any friends among the trial students in the same period, which was very similar to Xia Lan.

It is said that he is the nephew of a certain great figure in the Templars, and that he has come to participate in the trial purely as a formality, and when the trial is over, he will naturally become a member of the glorious Templars, and may even go straight to the sequence of the Templars.

Xia Lan fought him in a sword competition, and in just one move, Cassitodd knocked the sword in his hand away.

Without him, because his speed was so fast that Xia Lan didn't react at all.

The gap in rank is like a moat that is difficult to cross, and Xia Lan can't admit defeat.

Early in the morning, as soon as the whistle blew, their group of trial students quickly completed the emergency assembly on the school grounds, and waited for the instructor's orders all the time, but they waited for a long time, from sunrise to noon, they did not receive any instructions.

The instructors all stood around them, but before the instructor spoke, none of the trial students dared to speak up, and the discipline was so that no one wanted to suffer the consequences of violating it.

"Toughness of the will is a trait that must be possessed on the path to the Templars, and the weak-willed are never qualified to become strong."

"This tempering of will, I am very happy to see that you can continue to stand here, compared to those defeated dogs who left, even if some of you lose in the end, but I believe that you are still the elite of the future."

"Next, the second ability assessment, I will continue to wait and see your performance."

I only hear his voice, but I don't see his people.

For a long time, a mysterious voice reverberated in the huge canyon.

From the attitude of the stake-like instructor, it can be roughly inferred that the other party's status in the temple is definitely not low.

When the sound died down, the instructors finally moved, and they came to the front of the trial students, their hands on their backs, their expressions solemn, and the atmosphere in the school field suddenly became strange and tense.

"Now it's up to me to announce your second trial."

At this time, a middle-aged man who did not smile walked out of the instructor, holding a stack of sheepskin envelopes in his hand, on which the dark red fire paint of the seal was clearly visible.

"Stand out by name Bog, Aiken, Norings, Ishut"

In a moment, the six trial students walked out of the team and stood neatly in front of the middle-aged man.

"Take an envelope at will."

The middle-aged man held a thick stack of envelopes in front of the trial student closest to him, and said expressionlessly.

The trial student named Nolins calmly took one of them, and then the middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "The envelope contains the details of your trial mission, you are in a group of six, and you will leave the canyon on the same day, and you will only be able to come back after the task is completed, or you will not come back after three months, and the assessment will also fail!" Got it?! ”

"Understood!"

The six trial students spoke in unison, and then left without looking back.

The diǎn name of the middle-aged man continued, while the number of trial students became smaller and smaller, and it was not until the seventh round that Xia Lan diǎn got his name.

“…… Green! ”

Xia Lan was the last of the six to come out by diǎn name, Green, his current pseudonym, a very vulgar name in Eldran.

When the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to hand out the envelope, the trial student at the front did not answer, but cautiously glanced at Xia Lan from the corner of his eye, as if he saw his indifferent appearance before secretly relieved and picked an envelope, and when the middle-aged man drove them away, the trial student who got the envelope quickly came to Xia Lan's side, and secretly stuffed the envelope to Xia Lan with a slightly jealous and respectful expression: "Green, you can take a look at the details of our trial mission first, maybe we will all count on you for this trial mission." ”

Xia Lan didn't say anything about it, he stuffed the envelope into his arms, and he didn't mean to open it for the time being, but the trial student who gave him the envelope was a little impatient and said, "Green, aren't you going to take a look first?" ”

"There's no hurry."

Xia Lan glanced at the rest of the group members as he walked, and he probably knew a thing or two about the group life in the past three months, and the trial students who stayed.

Handed over the envelope to be courteous and called Willy, ranked twenty-three in the assessment results, born in a big knight family, with a slippery personality, good at seeing the wind and making the rudder, once teased Xia Lan with words, and his attitude towards Xia Lan changed greatly after the swordsmanship competition, after all, the impact of the swordsmanship competition was too shocking, but he avoided the competition with Xia Lan at that time, so he was always worried that Xia Lan would settle accounts after the autumn.

The remaining four team members are all at the bottom of the ranking, and they rarely intersect with Xia Lan on weekdays, except for their names, they don't know much about the rest, and they generally give people the stereotype of obedience.

Back at the camp, there was not much to pack, so they took the armor and weapons they had distributed, mounted the equipped horses, and gathered on time, and then the six of them rode their horses and galloped towards the outside of the canyon.

Confinement often oppresses human nature, and as soon as he left the canyon, the formless Willy suddenly howled excitedly, like a signal, and in the distance, countless howls rang out.

It's all young people, no wonder. (To be continued.) )