Confusion, chaos! At this moment, the whole street has been completely thrown into chaos. More than two dozen Solomon family guards had already fought with Prince Brian's army. Blood splattered, limbs flew sideways, and in the face of a dense crowd of ordinary soldiers, twenty brass-level soldiers were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, and in a short period of time, these ordinary soldiers could not do any effective harm to them at all. And the thousands of defenders who arrived at this moment, under the command of Ailu, also launched an attack on the prince's army. As for Prince Brian himself, he was guarded by a group of warriors of about three hundred people, and quietly retreated to a relatively safe place in the chaos.

"Temple of Protection...... Yes! "A squad of guards who were about to approach Prince Bryan was instantly covered by a dense sword net, and within a hundred meters of the three hundred warriors, anyone who dared to approach would be turned into bloody corpse fragments in the first place. The Prince's order to them was to live or die, whether they were friends or foes.

For Prince Brian, in addition to the silver ninth-level and eighth-level powerhouses that he bought, only these three hundred seventh-level guardian warriors who were loyal to him were his capital to compete for the throne. As for the 10,000 well-armed ordinary troops, even if they were all dead, he wouldn't care about them at all.

When Quasimo and Howard faced each other, Prince Bryan took his guards first.

Butterfflies flutter softly, wrapping the city of Crothilda in a layer of bright silver. The sky was covered with gray-yellow clouds, and the northeast wind whined and roared, twisting the wind, almost as ferocious as a bison, rolling across the snowfield, rushing......

The city of Crothilda is not only known as the first fortress, it is also the royal city of the kingdom of Crothilda. The nearly 100-zhang high rock-rock wall was more than 10 zhang thick, and the city gate was made of pure steel, eight inches and seven minutes thick, and it took a hundred strong soldiers to barely push it. It can put the political and power center of the kingdom in the first fortress on the border. It has to be said that even if you look at the entire continent, the city of Crottilda is a unique existence.

Anyone who knows a little about the art of war can easily see that placing the capital of a kingdom in a border city is undoubtedly the most dangerous. Once the city of Crothilda falls, it will face the tragic situation of the destruction of the country and the extinction of the species. In the eyes of outsiders, the Kingdom of Crothilda can be confident to this extent, it is indeed very courageous, at least in the three hundred years since the construction of the fortress of Crottilda, it has never been breached.

And from the perspective of the Krotilda royal family, there are words of suffering. Crothilda has a bitterly cold climate. Some basic food crops cannot be cultivated at all. Most of the food needs of millions of people is purchased from neighbouring countries west of the Chevalon border. The royal family of Crothilda had to hold the border firmly in order to borrow food to order the disobedient tribal leaders. Moreover, the geographical location of Crottilda City is just the only way to control one of the three dangerous places, the 'Forest, Sea and Snow Field', and it is a considerable wealth to mention the level tax for countless adventurers.

Outside the city of Crottilda, banners were hunted, and an army of about 5,000 men lined up neatly on both sides of the city gate. The ambitious Brian held a watchpiece in his hand, wondering what was waiting in the distance.

With the shaking of the snow field, a black line gradually appeared on the vast snow field. Less than a moment. A cavalry regiment of about 10,000 people appeared in a wide field of vision. With a low military trumpet, I saw a team of about five hundred people with clear banners, heading straight in the direction of Clothilda City.

"Here we are."

Brian put down the lookout in his hand and motioned to the Guards. ―――――――― run.

If you don't run, it's too late.

Quasimo killed the mysterious mage of the ninth level of silver. And snatched the space ring.

But there was no frustration on Brian's face. Because he knows. The end of Cassimo is near. Howard, a silver ninth-level dual-line magician, is a student of the mysterious man of the Seville Mountains. Legend has it that the mysterious man is a god-like being.

You know, the requirements for becoming a magician are extremely strict. Only one in 10,000 people can appear, and it is even rarer to become a ninth-level magician.

A level 9 mage has a much stronger destruction attack than a level 9 warrior. An intermediate-level magic that can instantly unleash powerful magic, the strength of a ninth-level magician is inevitably terrifying. And the space ring, it will never be an ordinary magic prop, I heard Howard talk about it, it was given to him by his teacher.

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After Prince Brian ran away, time passed quickly, and most of the months had passed quietly in learning etiquette and exercising, and during these months, when Sasson was faintly restless, he found that Gavin had become more diligent than before.

"To do horse step piles, it must be required to concentrate and calm down, breathe naturally, and must squat deeply, flat and steady, so that the abdominal muscles are retracted, and the muscles of the legs are tense, so as to achieve a comprehensive exercise of the whole body." Sassen patiently explained beside him.

At this time, Gavin was naked, his smooth skin was covered with sweat, and Gavin's whole person stood like a steady stump, and his hands resisted an iron rod weighing five hundred pounds like carrying water. The whole person is completely tense, and he is doing squat exercises deeply, flatly, and steadily.

"Because this is a long-term static exercise, it can not only effectively enhance the physique, but also make all organs of the human body get a good exercise, and through such exercise, it can also effectively improve the body's reaction ability."

"If you want to practice fighting qi, you can't just rely on meditation to run qi and blood, you also need that kind of super willpower! Don't be afraid of hardship! This kind of very simple and effective exercise, if you can stick to it for an hour, it will not be far from practicing a fighting spirit. ”

"In the final analysis, the fighting spirit mainly depends on the strong physique of the body, which is stimulated from the dantian cyclone and produces an outgoing energy."

"Click!"

Sweat slid down his neck and back, and Gavin couldn't help but feel an itch, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes in the squat.

"Very good, Gavin, hold on, hold on!" Sassen was on the sidelines encouraging.

"Gavin is really amazing, this horse is standing on the pile, and he is about to catch up with me." Next to him stood two sturdy middle-aged men, both wearing short vests and a pair of military-style trousers.

"You think Gavin will be like you? Be a brass level 5 warrior for the rest of your life. The handsome-looking middle-aged man then spoke, his dark eyes full of ridicule.

"It's amazing, it can't be compared, it can't be compared." The middle-aged man with a beard simply touched his bald head without a single hair and nodded, with a look of approval.

The middle-aged man with a handsome face is called Kos. The strength of the sixth-level warrior is the captain of the guard of the 'Solomon Family'. The bald-headed middle-aged man is named Yvonne, who has the strength of a fifth-level warrior and is mainly responsible for the daily affairs in the barracks.

"Gavin, come on! I'll take you to the barracks in the afternoon, and let the fifteen- or sixteen-year-old rabbits have a good look. Yvonne shouted from the side.

"Come on!" Kosk chimed in.

Although Sassen is a city lord, he treats Kosk and Yvonne very well, and it is not a pure master-subordinate relationship. Usually Gavin and the two have a very good relationship, and the two often guide Gavin in training.

"Insist, I will persevere." Gavin kept talking to himself.

Gavin's mind recalls the image of his father seeking medical treatment for him three years ago, and he will never forget it. In order to keep himself alive, my father begged in the snow and knocked down the bloodstains......

My father said to himself, "Gavin, I believe you also know that you have half dragon blood in your body, and as a half-dragon, you have advantages and disadvantages. The advantages are: Even if you only have half of the dragon bloodline, it is not enough to compare with a real dragon warrior, but your potential and qualifications are still much better than the average person. Others may need fifteen or sixteen years old to reach the level of a third-level warrior, but you are easier than others. ”

"But. You also have disadvantages, and your disadvantages are...... Your bloodline is not an orthodox dragon bloodline, and it is impossible to have Solomon's 'God's bloodline'. Maybe because of the impurity of your bloodline, your innate qi is very insufficient. So you must surpass me and reach the strength of a Silver Rank 9 Sky Warrior, and then you can cultivate your soul. to improve and replenish their innate qi. Others practice martial arts for strength, but you for survival! ”

"Also, ordinary people can only reach the ninth level of black iron warriors by simply exercising their bodies, and the sign of a brass level warrior is to train their fighting spirit, and some people who cannot exercise their fighting spirit will be forever limited to the bottom. Even if the dragon bloodline in your body is relatively rare, you have to start higher than others, so you can reach the Black Iron Ninth Rank Warrior, and there is nothing to be proud of. ”

Gavin remembered his father's words very well.

Gavin's heart roared, "I'm better than everyone else now, because I have half of the dragon blood in my body. But I haven't exercised my fighting spirit yet, I want to work hard, try hard! Only by reaching the bronze-level warrior, or even the silver-level warrior, I can cultivate the innate qi, and nothing is impossible. ”

"Hold on!" Gavin clenched his teeth.

Martial arts are roughly divided into five levels, black iron, bronze, silver, gold, and the legendary - holy rank. Each rank is divided into one to nine levels, and Gavin is at this moment in the critical period of the Black Iron Ninth Rank Rushing to the Bronze Rank.

At the level of the Black Iron Rank, in addition to the mastery of the most basic combat skills, speed, strength, etc., the most important thing is the training of the body. When you have mastered a certain combat foundation, and the meridians, muscles, and bones in your body have reached a sufficient degree of toughness, and you can burst out with a trace of fighting energy from your physical body alone, you can call it Black Iron Level 9. Just to achieve the kind of physical strength that can cultivate Dou Qi, it requires endless practice and running cultivation in qi and blood. It is already rare for ordinary people to be able to reach the ninth level of black iron before the age of sixteen. Simon was able to achieve such an achievement at a young age, in addition to his talent, mainly relying on firm perseverance and hard work beyond ordinary people.

It can be said that at the ninth level of black iron, the fighting qi that erupts in the flesh alone in a short moment is insignificant, while the cultivation after the bronze level is mainly to enhance the dantian qi, so as to use more and higher-quality fighting qi to divide their respective strength levels.

There is no one who does not worship the strong, and there is no one who does not aspire to great strength. Gavin was no exception, in his heart he was very fond of improving himself through cultivation, he enjoyed the sense of accomplishment that comes from getting stronger, and even regarded this improvement as a hobby in his young mind.

At this time, Gavin felt that his arms and legs were like countless ants biting, and the muscles in all parts of his body kept trembling. The frequency and strength of every muscle tremor Gavin felt so clear.

An hour later, finally-

"Peng!"

The iron rod, which weighed 500 pounds, finally hit the ground, and Gavin fell to the ground weakly.

"This feeling, so comfortable......" clinging to the ground, Gavin was completely relaxed. There was a tingling, itchy sensation all over the body, as if the muscles of the whole body had begun to grow slowly after exercising. A warm stream kept running through the large and small meridians of the body, and finally merged into a stream and poured into the dantian cyclone.

Gavin's eyebrows were slightly raised, this feeling seemed to be different from the past, after exercising in the past, the dantian cyclone was only slightly hot, and it would subside after a while, but today this heat has no sign of subsiding at all.

At the moment, he couldn't care about anything else, closed his eyes and crossed his legs, concentrated his heart, and concentrated his mind according to the fighting qi mantra that his father had taught, and guided the heat flow to continue to inject into the dantian cyclone in his body.

In an instant, it was like a pot of boiling water that had suddenly boiled, and the continuously hot dantian cyclone erupted violently, and countless airflow energy rushed out, shuttling through all the meridians of the body. At the same time, without warning, a layer of light blue energy light suddenly stirred up on Gavin's body.

It's vindictive!

After several years of uninterrupted physical training, at this moment, Gavin finally crossed the watershed from a black iron ninth-level warrior to a brass first-level warrior and became a true vindictive warrior.

"Father!" Gavin opened his eyes in surprise.

Sassen next to him nodded in satisfaction, but in the depths of his pupils there was a look of ecstasy that could not be concealed.

"Is this a vindictive spirit?" Yvonne stared blankly at Gavin, as if he had been greatly stimulated. "A brass warrior in his teens, this is a bit of a shock, how old is it to practice his fighting spirit? That's a full twenty-nine years old, which is a long thirteen years difference compared to Gavin in his teens. ”

Captain Kosk's eyes were also visibly excited.

Gleefully going to the street to buy sword books about fighting spirit, Gavin sat cross-legged in the middle of the street surrounded by a group of people, and a young man wearing a white 'sage' robe, which he could see was originally gray, but had been washed white. Beside him, there was also a package and a dark brown Garbert monochord harp.

The young man has the same black hair and black eyes as Gavin, and he is not particularly handsome, but the whole person looks bright. On his chest he wore a bronze badge issued by the Guild of the Magi, on which the words 'Bard' could be faintly seen. (To be continued......)