"It's a pity that the origin of spiritual power seems to be a little damaged, and it's still in the womb, it's a pity. ”

"Naturally, you have to drink a few cups of good tea, and then bring a few catties, you know that we are very poor, and we are not as good as you, the lord of the holy city.

If you look back, you might be a little surprised. ”

The middle-aged priest turned to the second page in confusion, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "The power of divine punishment!

This shout attracted the knight man who had always had a faint expression, and took the report and looked through it.

Old Tom's serious face also showed a slight smile: "Without this power of divine punishment, how could I be blocked here by you two old puffers with my divine skills."

Although we don't know where he came from, more than 200 years later, the reappearance of the power of divine punishment is a reminder that the holy war may not be far away.

For the sake of Lingcha, I will reveal a little more news, and I won't talk about it in the north, no one knows what's going on there.

However, the Western Temple and the Eastern Temple have also discovered the power of divine punishment in the past two years, and such a large-scale warning is very rare, so you must prepare for it in advance. ”

The knight suddenly interjected at this time: "Christian, I know that kid, I sent someone to recruit him two years ago, but for some reason he refused, cheap Western bastards.

This kid is not bad, at least with the little girl of the Sman family.

Rather than saying that this is not the power of divine punishment, I appreciate his ruthless decision on the battlefield, which is very suitable for the requirements of the purgatory battlefield. ”

It seemed that he was a little dissatisfied with his name, and it seemed that there was a vendetta between the two, and as his words came out, the atmosphere between the knight and the old Tom became awkward.

The middle-aged priest glared at the big man helplessly, and said, "It will take at least ten years for this little guy to continue to grow, and everything will be handed over to Arthas, who will let him hone it well."

There seem to be a few good seedlings this year, and even in some places they are much stronger than this kid from the mad lion family. ”

Old Tom glanced at the knight man unhappily, and complained angrily, "It's not all you old guys are used to, the good temple has been made into a miasma by a group of corpse bastards.

Without the addition of new blood, we are becoming more and more similar to the secular world, even an old man like me knows that in the whole last year, there were no less than 20 good young men who chose to leave because they couldn't stand the suppression.

If this continues, when we turn to the worldly forces for help one day, what awaits us will be to sit back and watch or even fight back. ”

Not to mention the open and secret battles of a few old guys, after another seven or eight days, the school officially started, and Philip also met his classmates for the next three years for the first time.

Not surprisingly, he is the youngest one, and the others are basically around 20 years old, and there are even a few bearded people with full faces, who are very mature.

However, these people are obviously different from those students of Green Tree Vine, and in addition to the pride in their bones, they also have a hint of hypocritical vigilance, because they are not only classmates in the next three years, but also the most direct competitors.

To his disappointment, there was also the big white face with greasy half-long hair, his homeroom teacher, Paladin Arthas.

God is pitiful, in order to hide from this old man, he didn't even dare to bring Arthur into the academy, for fear that he would still be worried.

And there are a total of 36 students in this class, divided into two classes, A and B, with 18 people in each class, but he has become his own teacher, which is really back.

Arthas's face was gloomy, and his big, crooked nose made him look even more snarky, as if someone owed him millions of gold cards that he hadn't paid back.

He circled back and forth twice around the 18 young men who had consciously lined up in two rows, as if looking for a suitable punching bag, and finally he locked his eyes on Philip in the middle of the line, and showed a sinister smile.

"Philip, out of the ranks. From today onwards, you will be the class leader of Class A, and your task for the next three years will be to assist me in managing this waste.

Now let me see how you are doing, free fighting training, not allowed to use awakened abilities, and not allowed to use weapons. ”

With that, he turned around and stood beside the other two male teachers, and all eyes were fixed on Philip.

Most of them had heard of Philip's name and were skeptical of his achievements.

Even a few people who knew the details were scrutinizing him, trying to find out what was so good about this young man, but the youngest was escorted in by the prestigious Archbishop Melissa, and he also became the class leader of their group of proud children.

Philip was about to crush his teeth, this bastard Lich King was so insidious and vicious, he roasted him on the fire as soon as he came up.

Today is just a simple meeting and assembly, bullshit's free fighting training, bullshit's look, this is clearly to let this group of disgruntled people beat him.

He really wanted to say that he wouldn't do this bullshit squad leader, but when he turned his head and saw the fierce fighting intent shooting out of the eyes of these peers, he felt that he couldn't say it, otherwise he would be as scared as he was.

As long as he takes a step back, then I believe that no one will look up to him again in the next three years.

And he believed that there were other eyes in the academy that were watching them, judging their words and deeds, as if they had been hinted at in the report that day.

As long as he takes a step back, then at least courage will fail in his evaluation, and those big people who are optimistic about him will abandon him and no longer care about him.

Sure enough, there were already four or five people around, and a few others who were a little calmer didn't move, but they were also moving their joints and eager to try.

In the end, the remaining seven or eight people were obviously in a group, and they were gathering around a green-haired young man, with a hint of coldness in their eyes, as if they were full of contempt and dissatisfaction that he had won the throne of class leader.

Seeing that he couldn't give up, Philip simply tore off his shirt, revealing his sturdy upper body.

The more than ten hideous scars on it made the eyes of the people around him converge a lot, they all ate this bowl of rice, who couldn't recognize that this was all fought with real knives and guns.

In particular, the two intersecting scars that span the entire right chest are still very eye-catching, although they have long healed.

They were left behind by the fifth-level Prairie Sky Knight and the Grassland Daxun Mingge assassination, and they were also the most seriously injured he had ever suffered.

The latter, in particular, completely made him give up hand-to-hand combat in the second half of the entire war and focus more on becoming a commander.

There was no time to warm him up, and soon the first person pounced on him from behind, but he grabbed his arm and threw him out of the back as if he had eyes in the back.

The connoisseur knows whether there is a shot as soon as he makes a move, and daring to be the first to shoot is naturally not a weak hand, and being able to be preemptively thrown out by him shows that Philip is not only fast, but also very experienced in combat.

So the second and third pounced as well, and soon Philip was surrounded by three or four people......

Half an hour later, Philip fell to the ground, and most of the rest of the people, including Philip himself, except for the green-haired youth's group.

After all, he had just turned 18 years old, and in the competition with these young people who were two years older than him on average, apart from his faster reflexes and life-and-death combat skills, he didn't have much advantage in terms of physical strength and strength shaped by his second-level awakening.

At least until the age of thirty, the Ward's physical fitness has been steadily increasing with age and constant exercise.

And there is no bonus from awakening, and there is no weapon to take advantage of, so Philip is already very satisfied with the result of fighting so far.

In fact, he had already cheated, at least the passive prediction skill was not activated by him, allowing him to calmly avoid overly ruthless tricks when he was under siege.

Others have also discovered his anomaly, and while they can't accuse him of cheating, they can rush to the top.

Anyway, the end result was that Philip's handsome little face was beaten like a pig's head, and these damn bastards liked to go here, obviously out of jealousy.

And these guys were not comfortable, they were all hammered to the ground, the bridge of the nose was broken a little lighter, the eye sockets were bruised, the heavier ones were the joints were removed, the ribs were also a little misplaced, and some were holding their stomachs and vomiting, obviously the stomach could not withstand Philip's full knee blow.

Of course, he didn't use the power of Huanglong or even divine punishment, and it was far from the time for him to reveal his hole cards.

The steppe people are too weak, no matter what kind of powerful warriors can't withstand the power of his punch, and he also wants to use the elite combat power of these Ward clans to test what level his true strength has reached.

Anyway, now he can barely make a few moves with Alie empty-handed, but against Miss Afu...... Or the fate of being washed in the hands of others.

Arthas seemed very pleased with his handwriting, and came from not far away, applauding, and glanced contemptuously at Philip.

"It seems that our new squad leader is very popular, and I hope you can keep this enthusiasm alive. As he spoke, he turned to the group of students led by the green-haired youth.

"Robin, aren't my orders clear enough, or are you all suddenly taking a liking to this beautiful squad leader.

Sent them all to the infirmary, and then ran around the academy 10 times in full gear, starving all night before dinner.

Disbanded now!"

The faces of these students were a little pale, the circle of the Knight Academy was not long, only less than six kilometers, but it also included more than four kilometers of steps, with a difference of more than 400 meters up and down.

This is almost killing them, there are still two hours before dinner, and it is very unfriendly for them to run a full sixty hundred kilometers in such a short time, which is good for those students who have awakened their speed, but it is very unfriendly to those who are slightly bulky.

By the time they finish running, they probably won't have the appetite to eat dinner, and they will definitely eat and vomit.

But they all knew Arthas's reputation in this holy city, and strictly speaking, they were still the predecessors of their group, including that Robin, so naturally they didn't dare to make a mistake, but they could only transfer their anger to the freshly baked little fresh meat squad leader.