"Of course—"

When Roland was startled by the two words spit out by the female knight, he saw the other party show a sly smile and finished the whole sentence, "No. ”

The girl gently put down her knife and fork and sat up straight, "It's just that I haven't eaten for too long, and according to my judgment, it seems that you really want to make that boss suffer a loss?" But I'm not going to overdo it, just a little bit of distress is enough. Where do we go next? ”

"Let's go to the iron felt, if it's a dwarf, maybe I don't care so much about the human nobles." Roland offered to see what came to mind, "But before we do, we'll have to go somewhere and get some trouble." ”

"Seniors' Square?" It only took a few seconds for the Silly Knight to understand the young man's intentions, "You want to give them a chance?" I thought you'd be avoiding each other all the time. ”

She looked Roland up and down as if she had just met a young man, and then said with interest: "Although it's a little reckless, but I like it, are you going to fight alone or in a group?" ”

"Look how many of them there are," Roland shrugged, stood up, and took one last look at the bloodless boss at the counter, and mourned for the poor fellow for a few seconds, then turned and walked out the door, "I don't want to bring my troubles to my new dwarven friends." ”

Of course, he wouldn't tell the knight why he dared to do this.

Because of the rumors, the people who directly attacked him would definitely not be those powerful warriors with great reputations, but only those pampered noble children. For those who haven't experienced much of the battlefield, young people still have a certain amount of confidence. Although it is not said that the other party has one hand, it is absolutely impossible to say that it is nine out of ten.

So, the young elf paladin took his only subordinate, the foodie knight king, to face the rising sun and march towards the elder's square. Instead of wearing the hooded robes he had worn before, he had changed into the only set of leather armor in his backpack, his long silver hair glowing coldly in the morning sun.

Stratholme, a training camp near the gate of the East Wall, where the soldiers have begun to get up early to practice. In the empty gladiatorial training ground, two young warriors wearing training chain mail are fighting inextricably.

There is no gorgeous swordsmanship, no profound shouting, just simple stabbing, chopping, splitting, picking, sweeping and other basic swordsmanship movements, but the scene is extremely intense, and the dense sound of gold and iron resounding over the training ground. Suddenly, the sound of swords colliding abruptly stopped, and the two of them tacitly stopped their movements at the same time.

The young warrior with short brown hair glanced at the broken sword in his hand, shook his head with a wry smile, "Uther, I told you a long time ago that for a warrior of our rank, this kind of training is meaningless, and a weapon that is not specially made cannot withstand the strength of the two of us when we compete. ”

"Also, where did that guy from Dasohan go?" He frowned, it stands to reason that this kind of duel between warriors should be the favorite of the guy who is passionate about fighting, but it was Uther, a good old man, who came to him to learn from, and it was really a bit strange.

"Fordin, this ......"

Sure enough, the black-haired warrior named Uther gave an embarrassed look. He threw the broken sword in his hand aside, scratched his head with his hand, and sneered without answering.

"This guy isn't going to trouble that High Elf, is he?" The brown-haired warrior's face suddenly turned wonderful, "Does he want to be the gossip protagonist of Stratholme with that guy from Quel'Thalas?" ”

Fortin's heart tightened, he could already imagine what the rumors in the market would be - rushing to the crown to be angry, preparing the paladin to compete with the young elves for jealousy, and duel only for the snow lilies of the Barov family! At this moment when the baptism of the Paladins is about to take place, it is nothing short of a scandal.

"No, no, no!"

Although Uther is a good-natured person, he is not a fool, seeing his friend's ugly expression, he hurriedly denied it: "He just went to the Elder Square to go around, after all, today is the last day of the Stratholme Tournament, he has won the championship for several years in a row, but he can't participate this year, I think he should just have itchy hands." ”

Despite Uther's persuasion, Fordin, who had a deep understanding of Dasohan's battle, still couldn't let go. Who knows if that battle maniac will have a hot brain when he sees the rumored High Elf and rush to do it? Today is the last day of the tournament, and Miss Barov is on the scene!

Even one in 10,000 chance, he didn't want that expectation to come true. You know, this is not only about Da Sohan's own fame, but also more likely to have an impact on the prestige of the upcoming Paladin class.

Come to think of it, whenever paladins are mentioned in the future, the first thing that comes to the minds of ordinary people is-oh, I remember that it seems that the first batch of paladins named Da Sohan were jealous of everyone for the young lady of the Barov family! At that time, a guy like him who became a paladin with Da Sohan put his face away?

Just thinking about it, Ferding shuddered, knowing that he was a big lord, and had a wife and children, if the first paladin spread such lace, what would others think of him in the future?

Thinking of this, Fordin grabbed Uther and ran out of the camp, "We must stop that guy!" ”

At this moment, Da Sohan, who was worried about Ferdin's heart, wanted to tie up the chain more than a dozen times, and watched it with a firm tie to his side, but he felt the warm atmosphere of the martial arts competition in the Elder Square with a relaxed face and no heart.

He has short flaxen-colored shawl hair, and he is still wearing half a set of plate armor weighing more than ten kilograms, of course, there are no handguards and leg guards that affect his activities, so it is considered half a set. This is the persistence of Dasohan Saidan as a warrior, and except for some special circumstances (which everyone understands), he has always maintained the habit of keeping his armor in his body. It is this kind of persistence and hard work that has allowed him to win the championship of the Stratholme tournament for several consecutive years.

"That's right, that's what it feels like!" Standing in the crowd beneath the ring, listening to the noise of waves in his ears, the strong warrior closed his eyes and took a deep breath greedily. Slowly, he felt, he felt the hot air burning in his chest!

This is where I belong! There is no boring training, no strict precepts, only blood and fighting! Da Sohan opened his eyes suddenly, like a lion returning to the grassland, his eyes flashing with an aggressive light.

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