"Mom, why are those people avoiding us?"

"Pay attention to the words, they are not avoiding, but awe. ”

"What is awe?

"Reverence is the attitude that an inferior person should maintain towards an superior person. ”

"Superior people, so we are superior people?"

"It's not us, it's you, my son. ”

A tall, unspoken woman crouched down, touched the head of the blonde boy and said, "You have to remember that you have the blood of nobility in your veins, so you are destined to be a superior person from birth. ”

The blonde boy looked at his mother as if he didn't understand, he never remembered the figure of his father. Except for some slaves since he was a child, his mother took care of him.

In his mind, his mother is very powerful. Her nearly two-meter body has muscles beyond the ordinary. It can easily hold the wild bull running wild, and even lift it.

A person as strong as her mother is also an inferior person in her mouth, but a weak person like herself is respectfully called an inferior person by the people around her. This makes the young man's mind unclear about this so-called class classification.

"So, should we maintain this posture in the face of people like my father?" the young man asked this question, his eyes full of loneliness.

Yes, there is not a child who does not desire the love of a father, yet he knows that he has a father, but he rarely sees it. Even if he saw it, he would kneel down from a distance and bow his head to listen to his father's teachings.

Of course, this is also a very happy time for him. But this happiness is also pitiful in his life. More often than not, he just bowed down from afar, while his father and the people around him walked away as if they hadn't seen him at all.

"That's right, we do the same with those grown-ups. Because they are the ones who stand at the top of this world, and in their eyes we are all the same inferior people. The mother's tone was firm, as if she were telling the truth.

The boy nodded, but he still looked at the groups of teenagers and girls of the same age in the distance with some reluctance. He said yearningly, "They look very happy, and I envy them." ”

The mother looked at the boy with a faint anger in her eyebrows. "Andre, you have to remember that such thoughts don't appear, since you have noble blood in your body, even if it's only a part, you have to be proud once, and fighting for the glory of the nobility is what you have to do. ”

The boy nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, Mother." ”

The woman's face softened, and she touched the young man's head again and said, "Tomorrow you will enter the training camp, remember to behave well, become an excellent sword and shield in the empire, and don't live up to the glory on you." ”

The young man nodded firmly and said, "For the glory of the empire!"

......

"Andrey, do you have any dreams?"

Young Andrei lay quietly on the Gobi, and it was already night. The starlight in the sky is so dazzling that it is said that everyone who dies will return to the sky. And the more it returns, the more dazzling the luster of the stars will be.

At this time, such a dazzling starlight made Andre feel that there was still some basis for this statement. Despite a busy day's work, the battlefield was still not fully managed, and some of the stumps were still exposed to the wind and sand.

"Dreams?" Andrei thought of the sight that once made him envious, that children his age could play in groups, and that they should all be true friends with each other, right?

"Nope. Andre finally shook his head and said in a calm tone.

"No, then your life is really boring. ”

"Do you have one?" asked Andre, looking at the starry sky.

"Of course, there is a saying in our hometown, what is the difference between a person without a dream and a salted fish?"

"What a crude analogy!" said Andrei with a laugh, "so I'm the same as a salted fish." ”

"Don't mess with buttoning your hat!" his comrade-in-arms pushed André and said, "If it is known that I actually put such a hat on a nobleman, I will definitely die." ”

"Didn't you say okay? Don't mention identity in private. Andrei said unhappily.

"Yes, yes!" the comrade continued to lie back, watching the night breeze blowing in the starry sky. "My dream is actually very simple. It is to make more meritorious contributions on the battlefield, and then return to his hometown to have a good future, so that his family can live more comfortably. ”

"What a great dream. Andrei muttered.

"Cut, you don't come! What kind of great dream is this? It's just very ordinary, okay?" The comrade-in-arms turned his head, looked at Andre and asked, "Then why are you working so the battlefield?"

"For the glory of the Empire. Andrei said without hesitation.

"Ha, you're really great!"

......

"Andrey, run!"

The picture turns, on a cruel battlefield with scorching sun. It was an encounter in which Andrei's team was ambushed. Seeing that the situation was not right, the comrades-in-arms who had been friends with him privately pushed Andre away and shouted at him.

"What are you going to do!!!" Andre roared, brandishing his sword at the enemy.

But there were so many enemies that within a few clicks Andrei had a few more scars on his body. His comrades-in-arms had been by his side, pushing him back again and shouting, "Let you go!! you have to live well!"

"I don't!!"

"Go and call for help!

"You go and call, I'll stay!"

"Why are you so stupid! We have a bad life, and to be able to save a noble person like you is to earn !!"

"What is noble or not? We are comrades-in-arms!"

"Comrade-in-arms, fart! Why don't you understand? We and you can never be the same kind of people, and together we can't compare to your life! Run away! Otherwise, don't blame us for not being even the last friends!!

Seeing his comrades fighting bloodily, Andre suddenly turned around and ran into the distance. By the time he brought back the rescuers, he saw that his friends and some of the soldiers were still fighting.

Although they already have many shocking scars on their bodies, a flame of hope has risen in Andrei's heart, as long as he kills them, his friends will survive!

Absolutely!

Because what he met on the way was a real elite order! It was an elite knight led by a real pure-blood noble knight!

However, the orders of the great knight behind him made him fall into an ice cave.

"Magic cannon ready, indiscriminate bombardment!"

"No, Lord Knight, there are still our men there, and we can't attack indiscriminately!" Andre shouted when he heard this order.

"You are nothing more than a glorious nobleman, and you are not qualified to speak before me. The great knight rode on his horse, looked at Andrei condescendingly, and said, "If there is a next time, he will be punished." ”

After saying that, the big knight waved his hand, and the magic cannon barrels held by the knights behind him shot out dazzling energy bullets, and after those energy bullets crossed a wonderful arc in the air, they landed accurately on the battlefield in the distance.

Andrei could only silently look into the distance, the person who talked to him every night disappeared in the energy bombardment.

"Honor, Dream...... It's all false, only power and status are real, and with it you can live the life you want!"

The picture flipped quickly, and Andre silently thought, is this the legendary marquee? It is rumored that when people are about to die, their life and past will continue to be retraced in front of them.

I...... Am I going to die, why do I feel light, limp, strength, strength, why can't I use my strength?

Yes, I felt the hand holding the sword, but the sword was so heavy that I couldn't lift it at all. What about the feet? Yes, they are still there. But how do you feel trapped in the mire?

At this time, the picture in front of him suddenly lit up again, and a pair of sharp claws appeared in front of him. He could feel that the claw should be coming towards him at a very fast speed, but the strange thing was that in his eyes, the claw was very slow, and he could clearly see how the claw broke through the air and approached him.

But no matter how slow it is, it can't move itself.

That's it, quietly waiting for death to come. If you have a next life, you really want to be a civilian, living a life of firewood, rice, oil and salt in the alleys.

The most important thing is to have a gentle and strong mother, a strict but loving father, and it is best to have an older brother or sister who loves you, and a younger brother or sister who loves you.

Well... If you can, it's better to have a few more bosom friends. But wouldn't that be too greedy? Forget it, it's just a fantasy before death anyway, and who would laugh at being greedy?

That's it!

Syllable!

What brought Andre back to reality was a pair of hands that were not too strong. The palms of both hands slapped on his shoulders, and a familiar voice sounded around him.

"Hey, what are you doing in a daze? Fighting in a daze doesn't look like your style. Don't you always brag about how powerful you are when you're on the battlefield?"

Hearing this voice, Andre turned his head in disbelief and saw that Wang Xiaoming was standing beside him at this time. And the demons who besieged him had already fallen a large part at this time.

"You, did you?" asked Andre incredulously.

Wang Xiaoming shrugged innocently, looked at his hands and said, "Do you think that a powerless young master like me has the ability to do such a thing? I don't think I'm more proficient in combat than Lord Andre, who has been on the battlefield for a long time. ”

At this time, Andre also came back to his senses, and he saw an old man who was among the demons. The old man waved his palm forward seemingly casually, and an invisible fluctuation would appear, blasting the demon far away.

At the same time, a flying sword quickly shuttled around, and the flying sword was extremely sharp, and the hard armor of the demon could not resist it. Just a few back and forth can end the life of a demon.