There is a strict hierarchy in the world of swords and sorcery. A regular knight like Nasser must have been of a rather noble origin, learning how to become a nobleman from the age of five or six, and becoming a knight's squire at the age of ten or so, honing his fighting skills.

When the children of the untouchables were born, they were afraid that they would not even be able to eat a few mouthfuls of their mother's milk, and they faced the problem of survival when they grew up. His identity is locked at the bottom of society, and he is lucky to be a servant to the nobles, and there is no normal opportunity for advancement at all.

Only in a place like the Black Forest can a dozen children be educated and trained, regardless of their status. They have shown extraordinary discipline and coordination in their combat practice, which is the most special.

In Powell's eyes, more than a dozen children who participated in the training were armed with wooden swords and shields, and they were divided into three groups to attack from different directions. They have a clear division of labor with each other and cover each other.

One group of actions must have two other sets of feints. If one group is defeated by the Nasser knights, the other two groups will fight to the death. Although this kind of cooperation is still very unskilled, this kind of spirit and momentum are very valuable.

Powell thought about all the aristocratic teenagers he knew, none of them could be compared with these people in front of him - in knight battles, single-handedness is the mainstream, and group fights will be despised, "a group of vulgar and evil scumbags, without grace and etiquette." ”

The old knight of Nasser slashed with his wooden sword, and with the advantage of strength, he slashed the guards holding the wooden shield backwards again and again. Leng Buding touched Zhou Qingfeng, who rushed up with a sword, and he stirred a sword flower in his hand, stirring the wooden sword in Uncle Zhou's hand away.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhou Qingfeng's chest, forcing him to turn over and dodge, extremely embarrassed. This is the end of the contest. Although it was only a dozen rounds, all the participants were out of breath.

The old knight himself was sweating on his forehead, and he asked in surprise: "Your Excellency Hugo, how did you do it?" ”

"Borrow the power of the Light." Zhou Qingfeng looked down at his chest, although it was a wooden sword that had not been opened, it cut a hole in the coat he was wearing. He smiled bitterly and said, "Knight Nasser, can you release your power?" ”

The old knight was surprised by the word 'Holy Light'. He was stunned for a moment, and then asked the Light. After receiving a simple reply from Sophia, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's amazing that you actually used your abilities to integrate your attendants. ”

People in the Black Forest are now accustomed to the presence of the 'Holy Light' instant messaging system, because it is so convenient. Everyone thinks of it as Victor. Hugo's ability, or the force behind it.

The old knight can use the 'Holy Light' to understand what is happening within a few kilometers of Harmony Village, and he can control the village with precision. If necessary, he can quickly mobilize manpower to solve the problem, which was unthinkable in the past.

No one can say no to this one-way transparency. Whether it's a job or mobilizing manpower, this is an artifact-like support skill.

But the old knight really didn't think that he would also use the 'Holy Light' to coordinate the advance and retreat of more than a dozen people in battle. But after thinking about it carefully, he was even more shocked - usually he dealt with this group of rookie sieges, and they could be beaten in a few rounds and fled in embarrassment.

Although the old knight didn't go all out, the two sides also fought more than a dozen rounds, and there was both offense and defense, which was commendable. He nodded approvingly: "Your Excellency Hugo, your foundation is still too poor. If you can train well for a few years, your personal guards will be amazing. ”

Zhou Qingfeng looked back at his guards who had only eaten a full meal for a month, and nodded with a wry smile. The attendants were young and thin, and after more than a dozen rounds, many of them were tired and out of strength, panting for breath, and they couldn't even lift their wooden swords.

After the training ended, Powell and others on the sidelines continued to move forward. They are new adventurers who will be incorporated into the village's patrol team and will be tasked with sweeping up monsters outside the village.

Powell saw that there was a fairly sturdy teenager among the rookies in the training, and he seemed to be the core of the cooperative fight just now, so he asked the villagers who led the way who it was.

"That's our president of the Black Forest, Victor. Your Excellency Hugo. ”

"Who?"

Powell was secretly surprised. On his way here, Fabro said a lot of bad things about the 'King of the Black Forest'. His imaginary Victor. Hugo should be tall and strong, or grim, not the 'happy boy' he is now.

Powell had to look at it a few more times, trying to see through the true face of the teenager. But he looked towards the training ground, and the old knight in the field suddenly beckoned to him and shouted: "Hey, you in gray armor, come here." ”

Powell was startled, stopped, and a series of thoughts swirled through his head. But he still held his breath and tried to keep his composure. Especially when he was within a few meters of Zhou Qingfeng, he even activated the effect of a camouflage talisman on his chest with all his might, so as not to be seen through his identity.

The old knight looked at Powell a few more times, and said in a deep voice: "Your pace is very steady, and your ability should be good." Accompany His Excellency Hugo to practice a few tricks. If you have some skills, you can do your best,"

After that, some of the guards handed him a wooden sword and shield, and put a set of protective gear on him. Zhou Qingfeng on the opposite side was the same, holding a sword and shield eager to try.

Powell's first reaction was ......, "I don't need protective gear." Immediately following his heartbeat, he faintly accelerated, and inexplicably thought: "Let me have a fight with this kid?" Still let me do my best? I'm going to do my best to smash this kid to smithereens!

Am I so close to the goal of this crusade? Is this a temptation to me? Or have you seen through my identity? Or was it just an accident that asked me to be a sparring partner? ”

Powell was a little cranky, he looked at the teenager opposite and asked in a low voice, "You are Victor. Hugo? ”

"That's right."

"You're the leader of the village?"

"That's right."

"You're ruling the Black Forest?"

"That's right."

"You are the king of the Black Forest?"

"Ghost king, have you ever seen a king who rules over only one village? Stop talking nonsense, come and fight with me. ”

After a series of affirmative answers, Powell really had an urge to burst out. He secretly wondered if he took off his disguise and released his ultimate, would he be able to kill this evil leader in one fell swoop? Then the purpose of his trip is accomplished.

Eliminate this person, the lair of many evil forces will collapse, the enslaved villagers will be liberated, the Northland will once again eliminate the crisis, and the people will be able to live in peace again.

This young man is not strong, in the training just now, although he is stronger than those rookie guards, he is only weak. Powell held the wooden sword tightly and couldn't help but ask, "What if I kill you?" ”

Zhou Qingfeng laughed, "Then you have to have this ability." ”

Ability? What else do you need to kill you?

The taunt made Powell's heart explode with rage. His eyes were red, and he secretly cheered himself, "For the sake of justice, I will sacrifice." The tip of the sword slashed vertically, quickly and ruthlessly slashing at Zhou Qingfeng's head.

The blade of the sword is windy, mixed with thunder, ruthless and ruthless.

The boy raised his shield to meet the attack, and blocked the hard impact.

The ecstasy in Powell's heart could no longer be contained, and the cries shook and burst into applause. He had absolute confidence in his own strength, and directly released his strength to slash this evil core in half.

This blow will not be spared!

Swords and shields clashed, shattering with a bang.

Powell felt that he was in a wonderful state, and it must be the most glorious moment of his life. Then he flew up, in mid-air, his eyes staring at the gloomy sky, and his mind was pondering a strange question - I seemed to have been hit by something.