Dineen felt a splitting headache.

What bothered him the most was not the sensory blockage, but the cause of his headaches—fragments, fragments, confusion, and unfamiliar memories. He didn't know how the memories got into his head or for what purpose. Anyway, from the moment he made up his mind to change history, they had tormented him all night.

But Dinen still struggled to make sense of these inexplicable memories, as he was keenly aware of something familiar to him - although he still couldn't understand what the so-called "online game" was, it was the world he had been living and protecting, Azeroth. He compared the information with what he knew, and was shocked to find that they were basically the same. It can be inferred from this that the remaining part also has a high degree of credibility and value, but ......

He didn't want to think about it at all while he was doing business!

Dineh, who accidentally almost brought the instructor down permanently, sighed.

Although the instructor who was hired to train these gladiators in basic weapons claimed to be a knight, his strength was not much higher, or not much higher for those who grew up in the war years and trained in actual combat. Dining, who continued to wander, subconsciously took the way of treating the enemy, first breaking through the defense with a sword, then attacking the wrist to get the weapon out of his hand, and finally the sword went straight to the throat!

Fortunately, he was holding a wooden sword, otherwise he might have really spattered the unlucky knight's blood on the spot.

But even so, the atmosphere became very awkward. The instructor, whose life was threatened, was so frightened that he almost called for backup. Fortunately, Dineen has a reliable partner. Albert ended their stalemate with the excuse that he needed guidance, and pushed Dinen aside to rest. So Dineh found a random place to sit down, intending to take the opportunity to continue sorting through those memories.

— but reality never went his way. After sitting down, before Dineen could concentrate on it, he heard a click. He subconsciously raised his head and saw a wooden sword fall to the ground.

Well, the instructor's.

Dineen looked at Albert blankly, Albert looked at the instructor in embarrassment, and the instructor looked at the two of them in shock, his face slowly flushed. Then he screamed and rushed out the door.

“……”

"You're too fast, aren't you?" Dineen was stunned. He had intended to reserve his strength appropriately to reduce the vigilance of these people in preparation for the escape from prison. But both of them made such a fuss, and now even a fool won't think they're easy to control.

Albert explained with a guilty face: "I have never met such a weak person before. "So according to the old habit, I used all my strength as soon as I started it......

Di Ning resisted the urge to hold his forehead: "Could it be that the person who kidnapped you is better than his strength?" ”

"Not really." Albert was visibly depressed, and he replied indignantly, "They let the thieves sneak up on me from behind." When I woke up, I was in the car. ”

He made a fist swing, "If you come openly, even if they go together, they can't be my opponent." ”

It's a pity that no one will fight you openly, young man. Dinen shrugged, "I think you should at least thank the thief for not taking the dagger." A lower back injury is not fatal. ”

Albert was stunned for a moment, and his head was instantly covered in cold sweat.

Dinen stared at the wooden sword on the ground and said thoughtfully, "That way, they won't let us touch anything that can be used as a weapon again." ”

"Are you saying that for the next month, we'll only have to eat, drink, and sleep?"

"That's not training gladiators, it's raising pigs, thank you."

“……”

Dinen sighed, tossed everything in his head aside, and stood up. He bent down to pick up a wooden sword and motioned, "So, come and practice?" ”

Albert hesitated, "But ...... your injuries?" ”

Dineen's injuries were severe enough to be fatal to the average human - but thankfully, Dineen was a brilliant, pure fighter.

Warriors are definitely a disadvantageous class in Azeroth. They can't rely on any supernatural strength to strengthen and heal themselves, they are powerless to parry their power-type opponents, and they are often exhausted by those who are proficient in spells. The only thing a fighter can rely on is his own body and technique. They tap into the potential of their bodies through rigorous workouts and grueling battles to make themselves more agile, stronger, tougher, faster to heal themselves and more technologically sophisticated.

So even after a lot of blood loss, excessive exercise, and the rupture of more than a dozen bones and tendons, Dineen was still able to struggle to pick up a life, and the wounds on his body stopped bleeding and healed on their own during the time he was unconscious, and even carried the high fever that was fatal. So on the second day after he woke up, he was able to walk and move at a slightly slower pace and cope with simple combat.

Of course, it is not so easy to recover from such a serious injury, but this does not mean that Dineh can't even cope with a simple fight. He didn't bother to explain, so let's rely on the facts.

"Bang!"

"Eh!"

……

"Bang!"

"Shhh

……

"Bang!"

“……”

……

"Bang!"

"Smack!"

Albert, who had been knocked down more than a dozen times in a row, disheartenedly threw away the broken wooden sword in his hand and refused to get up again.

Dineen was already sweating. He sat down on the spot and reprimanded him with hatred: "You were knocked down three times by the same move, and you still haven't figured out how to deal with it?" ”

Albert complained helplessly: "It's because you shot too fast, I don't have time to think about it, okay?" ”

Dinen refused to take the blame: "No one stipulates that after being knocked down, you must get up immediately and then be beaten, you can't figure it out and get up again?" ”

“…… Yes? ”

Just by looking at his expression, this upright kid didn't think of this at all.

Dineen sighed. Why don't you just let this guy die stupidly. Having said that, with this character, the people in his family are actually relieved that he is out to wander?

He was about to continue saying something when there was a jumble of footsteps in the hallway outside. Under the expected gaze of the two men, a small group of people poured into the room, and they all warily aimed their weapons at them. One of them stepped out of the crowd and shouted, "Get up and come with us!" ”

Seeing them as if they were facing great enemies, Albert and Dineen both had "sure enough" expressions, they looked at each other, and then laughed in unison. Although the former had a hearty smile and the latter looked sarcastic, his dismissive attitude was no different.

Dinen stared at the men with interest. Although the equipment on them was okay, the flawed queue could still tell that the military literacy of this group of people was not up to par - or they didn't know what it was? However, these people should only be the guards of the manor, and they should not be required by the standards of the regular army of the Alliance.

When he stood up, he picked up the remaining two wooden swords from the ground. Seeing his movements, the captain of the guard nervously yelled, "What do you want to do?" Put that weapon down! ”

Di Ning glanced down at the wooden sword used for practice in his hand, and pulled the corners of his mouth mockingly: "You call this a weapon?" ”

He waved his hand impatiently, as if chasing flies: "I'm going to take them back to practice, no one of you here can beat them." If you don't move your own muscles and bones, do you want to raise pigs? ”

"But ......"

Dineen tilted his head to stare at him, and forced back the rest of the captain's words with his eyes. Then he said slowly: "If you can't decide, go and ask your master, now!" ”

His sudden increase in his voice caused the captain of the guard to take a sharp step back, hesitate for a moment, and then turn and run out.

Dineen wasn't worried that things wouldn't go his way. A nobleman, especially a local nobleman, will never let go of the benefits he can squeeze in vain, and the gold he spends will inevitably make more than twice the profit. At the same time, they have a natural contempt for powerless civilians, and do not believe that the soft dough that was once kneaded can be effectively resisted.

Of course, only the nobles who have lived in their own realm for a long time and are confused by the illusion that everything is under control can be so stupid, and those who have no territory and have to participate in the politics of the kingdom can learn to be smarter. As for those who are directly involved in the governance of the whole kingdom, such as dukes and counts of high status, they are as cunning as foxes. Dineen will naturally avoid them as far as he goes.

And the truth was just as he thought, when the captain of the guard returned, his face was rather bad and conveyed the viscount's meaning. After hearing what he wanted, Dineen happily carried the wooden sword back to the cage in the basement with them, and at the same time, unsurprisingly, found that there were two more sentry posts outside the door.

Albert was silent about this. He had long seen Dineen's character. Even if it was to get these people to let their guard down, he couldn't be humble in his voice — and coincidentally, he couldn't.

"But you're used to giving orders, aren't you?" He said with interest.

Dining, who was standing by the railing, didn't reply: "I don't like people dictating to me, unless they have the qualifications to make me obey—and you seem to listen to your parents, young master." ”

Albert was stunned for a moment: "This ......"

Before he could come up with a reason to refute, Dineh waved his hand: "I'm not saying you're obedient to those scum. ”

He could see that his temporary partner was also a proud person. Albert kept smiling, but it wasn't for the sake of pleasing anything. His friendliness and integrity are a sign of good upbringing, and showing nurturing to his captors is another form of contempt. It's like a person who is tricked by a monkey, there is some trouble but not enough to cause any great trouble, and he will never be angry with the monkey, right?

"Not ......"

"You're trying to say you're not a nobleman?" Dineh walked back and sat on the edge of the wooden bed, took the wooden sword and turned it upside down, "The way you bandage me follows the military's standard tutorials, there are no calluses except for your hands, it takes a long time to adapt to the current food and living environment, you have etiquette and logic in your conversation and behavior, and you are willing to think and observe, and you are neither flustered nor angry after being caught here...... Do you need me to go on? ”

Albert covered his eyes in despair: "Thank you, but no more." ”

Dineen shrugged. He rarely says so much in one breath, but this kid really lacks education. Did his parents care about nothing but teach him to fight?

He picked up a wooden sword and threw it over: "Okay, get up and fight." ”

Albert instinctively caught it and said in surprise: "Wait, you took them back, and they were really for practice?" ”

"Or else? You think this thing can be used as a weapon? ”

"I thought... They can do something else. ”

Dineh said simply, "I'm sorry, I can't think of it." ”

He had studied these things as early as the first time he got his hands on them. The weight is too light, and the texture is not hard enough to break with a little effort. The color is light and new, and if you dig it up, it will leave noticeable marks. As for breaking it off as a dagger...... Why didn't he just strangle the enemy to death? Dineen was sure that as soon as the caretaker walked up to the fence, he would be able to reach out and slash the other man's throat. It's just that the other party only has a key and no weapon on him, and even if he escapes from here, he can't deal with everyone outside. Hand-to-hand combat is the preserve of the warrior monks of Pandaria, and his specialty is that of a master of weapons. Wait, why is this so weird?

Well, Dinen was sure he was once again affected by those memories.

He retracted his thoughts and motioned for Albert to stand up. Through the battle just now, he found that the opponent's combat level was unexpectedly good, far beyond the level that should be at this age, obviously both training and talent. In this case, Dineh is not stingy in teaching the other party, which can also reduce his own pressure.

But the other party didn't seem to be very happy......

"Can I say no?" Albert asked, with a glimmer of hope.

Dineen stared at him with a dark face.

Albert: "...... Okay, I see. ”