Chapter 1: The Bronze Chapter (Beginning) is trapped in a desperate situation

518 A.D., Pantoraken, on the outskirts of Edinberg.

In the dark cave, there was a warm breath, and the sound was low and muffled. Every indication is that this cave is inhabited by terrifying beasts.

The young knight, along with his retinue, fearlessly entered the cave.

The silhouettes of the master and servant were revealed in the dim light of the lanterns.

The knights wore elaborately carved, even over-embossed armor. Regardless of the armor's defensive strength, it was clearly too bulky to hinder the knight's movement. Even as the knight moved forward at an extremely slow pace, the armor still rubbed against each other, making a slight but deadly squeak that was enough for enemies dozens of feet away to detect the knight's presence.

But the knight still hadn't noticed this, and he didn't even feel the need to hide his whereabouts. He felt good about himself, thinking that he could easily defeat any of the best enemies in the world - with this high-level equipment.

The bronze snowflake medal on the knight's chest shows that he is only a bronze knight (trainee knight). He didn't deserve this luxurious outfit in the first place.

However, the knight's illustrious family background made the equipment tacitly accepted by his colleagues. In any case, the son of the current Heavenly Knight of the Northern Heavenly Knights fought without any proper protection, and died in battle because of it, which was enough to make the head of his immediate superiors move.

On the other hand, the knights' retinue was dressed in a pitiful manner. Not only was there no protection, but even the clothes were made of coarse linen. His short, barely muscular body struggled to carry heavy supplies on his back and marched with the same heavy pace.

After all, in such an era, it is extremely common for a knight's retinue without any status to die in battle, and equipping the retinue with any equipment is just a matter of money.

The knight stopped abruptly and gestured to stop his retinue.

Silence falls. The snoring gradually drowned it out.

Not far from the cave is a sleeping monster. A dragon, a red fire dragon with red scales and glowing fire, an epic photonic creature.

Now is the most haode time. Going up while the dragon is asleep to strike a fatal blow, and then carrying the dragon back to prove his bravery is an opportunity that many knights dream of. Such an achievement was enough for the young knight to be promoted, and he was successfully promoted to the rank of Black Iron Knight, or even Silver Knight.

The knight was in a hurry to prove himself. He was carried away by his reputation and acted recklessly and impulsively. His entourage showed disdain in the darkness, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

The knight stepped forward with his sword, quietly approaching the dragon's head, and raised his lightsaber.

Stab down.

Sonor!

The dragon stretched out its claws to block the blow. The intrinsic photons naturally condensed on the dragon's claws are much purer than the flow of photons on the lightsaber.

When two photon weapons collide, the side with the lower photon concentration must be subjected to a greater reaction force. The lightsaber was rightfully bounced away.

"Woo!" the knight took a few steps back, his bulky armor nearly causing him to fall.

"I'm still wondering, weishenme has been arguing since just now. Sure enough, a rat ran in. The dragon scrambled up, the glow of fire coming out of its nostrils illuminating the cave.

The knight roared, his voice stiff and boring, as if he were reciting a textbook: "Enlightenment, dragon, I have come to take your head today!" "For what? fame, wealth, or power? You humans are dying one after another for these frivolous things, it's ridiculous!" the dragon sneered disapprovingly. His words, with their characteristic lizard-like hissing tail, echoed through the cavern, low and deadly.

"Don't be wordy!" the knight rushed forward with his sword recklessly. He wielded his lightsaber and slashed clumsily into the dragon's lower abdomen. The armor made his swing sluggish and funny.

Unable to stand his opponent's slow movements, the dragon delivered a tail kick. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, the knight had to use the armarmor of his arm to block. Luckily, his armor was so good that it not only blocked the dragon's tail's blow, but also bounced its tail off its balance.

"What?!" the dragon was startled, and his bulky body fell to the ground.

"Die!!" the knight took the opportunity to stab the flawed dragon in the chest, straight to its heart.

Syllable!

The tip of the lightsaber stopped a few inches from the dragon's chest, only to be blocked by the dragon's hand.

The dragon just deliberately made a mistake to fool the knight.

"Hahahahahaha The knight flew out ten yards away!

The knight's armor slammed against the stone wall with a deep muffled sound. However, thanks to the excellent armor, the knight was not particularly badly injured - he just vomited a mouthful of blood.

"This is!blood!blood!" The knight's face changed dramatically at the sight of the blood he had spat out. Pampered and pampered, he never seemed to be hurt so much.

"You!, give me medicine!" called the knight to the side of his attendant.

The attendant took out a bottle of healing potion and was about to hand it to the knight. A fireball shattered the vial, sending the potion flowing to the ground.

"Do you think I'm going to stand still and wait for you to reply?" the dragon sneered.

The knight hesitated. "Come here, you stand in front of me and defend with your shield. "Yes, sir. The retinue said, picking up the big shield and guarding carefully.

"Remember, keep an eye on the movement of the dragon's mouth, and don't blink no matter what. The knight said again.

"Don't blink no matter what. The attendant replied.

"So—" As soon as he had finished speaking, the knight pushed down his retinue from behind, and took advantage of the opportunity to flee.

The retinue, almost crushed by the bulky backpack, clumsily climbed up. As soon as he got up, the dragon had already come to him.

"Boy, what's your name?" In the darkness, the dragon's eyes glowed with two terrifying golden lights.

"Arthur. The young attendant's face was unmoved, as he was used to seeing such a scene.

"So, Arthur. Greedy saliva dripped from the corner of the dragon's mouth, and with a sweep of his tail, the stone at the entrance of the cave collapsed, sealing the retreat path tightly:

"It looks like you've been abandoned by your master. What are your last words?" "That-" A sneer crossed Arthur's face, and he had no scruples when he saw that the man in the way was gone.

He made a provocative gesture: "I'll talk about it if you win!"