Chapter 3: Awakening to the First Battle (Part I)

The base of the Knights of the North Heavens of Pantoraken, Edinberg Castle.

It is a steel castle that rises on a thousand-foot cliff, and it is also 500 feet high, built on the castle of the ancient Celts, reinforced with several additional layers of reinforced concrete, like a steel king perched on a cliff.

Fortified by magic and protective barriers, this castle can withstand the heavy artillery attacks of Viking warships. His walls are equipped with thousands of photon cannons, and when he fights, he draws electricity from the town and fires a barrage of bullets that can easily drive out thousands of Viking warships. His thousands of machine warehouses contained more than 60,000 iron horsemen, and the knights fought in these high-performance small gunboats, with great mobility and powerful firepower.

This is the main base of the Northern Heaven Knights, which is heavily defended and has more than 100,000 knights stationed. More than 100,000 knights were on call to defend against foreign invasions all year round.

In the afternoon, the young Arthur walked through the inorganic steel corridors of the castle, and finally managed to find his master's quarters. As a servant of the knight, the boy was supposed to live in the knight's dormitory, so that the knight could prepare for an attack at any time. Helplessly, his master disliked the young man's rustic spirit and was not worthy of the nobility of the knight, so he deliberately arranged the young man to live in another dormitory, and only summoned the young man when necessary. For this reason, the young man couldn't help but have all kinds of dissatisfaction in his heart, and every time he went out, he had to take a long detour, which was very troublesome. As a subordinate, he had to endure it.

"Young master, I'm back. Arthur walked into the room and saluted.

"I didn't expect you to come back safely. Your life is so hard. The knight said contemptuously, but could not hide the surprise on his face.

"Where, it's all thanks to you, young master, I am in danger every time, and such a trivial matter as escaping from the dragon's mouth is just commonplace. Young Arthur said quietly.

"Hmph, light can play tricks. The knight said, wiping his beautiful shiny armor, "Did you pick anything up?" Arthur took out the scales of the fire dragon, pretended to be humble and knelt down, and handed the scales to the knight: "The dragon has fallen." With it, you can prove that you have encountered the dragon, young master. "And prove what a coward you are. The boy added in his heart.

"Idiot!" said the knight angrily, dropping the half-wiped helmet in his hand and slapping the young man: "What is the use of encountering it? You have to fight, and it is useful to defeat it, right?!--either take back the dragon head, or take back the huge dragon breastplate, and as for the dragon horn and dragon claws, it must be able to make powerful props for weapons, then it will be useful, right?" "Please don't talk about this kind of difficult thing for a strong man, young master. Even the young master can't hurt the dragon, how can the villain win it?" Arthur said with a blank face, ignoring the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

(Kind of you go get it yourself?!)" What you kid said today is full of thorns. The knight said unpleasantly. He didn't think it was pointless to deal with such a fool, so he let it go, "You can keep that pitiful little scale by yourself, as long as you keep your mouth shut and don't tell what happened today." The young man asked again: "Young master, really don't want it?" Look at this unusual fiery red, maybe it's a valuable magic prop?" The knight said disdainfully.

Arthur sneered to himself and pulled out his lightsaber from his backpack. "By the way, young master: there is another discovery. "Ah, did you pick it up?" said the knight, surprised.

"Looks like yes, young master. Arthur gripped his lightsaber and turned on the switch. The blade of light shot out from the hilt of the sword, and the entire room was suddenly illuminated with green light.

However, the knight was not satisfied: "What's the matter with this pitifully short sword, it's a third shorter than the original!" "I think that's what the young master said about [falling]." Arthur pretended to be stupid and said quietly, "I'd better take it to the workshop and fix it." "No, no, that's all!" the knight hurriedly stopped, "In this way, you hide it, sell it and dismantle it as you like." Then he said to the workshop, "My sword was lost in battle." It just so happens that I want to have a more powerful lightsaber, and I'll find a way to apply for it. "But young master, this sword can still be used—" "This kind of cheap commodity can't even pierce dragon scales, and even if it does, I don't want it!" the knight roared.

(What a deception.) Arthur was silent for a moment, apparently complying, but secretly rejoicing in his heart: "...... Understood, young master. So be it. I'll go to the workshop early tomorrow morning to report the loss. "It's good to understand, you brainless. You can go back and rest. The knight said.

Two hours later, in a small dormitory. This spare dormitory was for those of the lower ranks who were useless enough to become knights' retinues. The double room, very cramped, living conditions are very poor, but there is no other knight's care, living very freely.

The teenager fiddled with the machinery on the somewhat dirty bed.

He put together the deceitful lightsaber and the extra Iron Rider parts, the parts of the lightsaber have been disassembled, polished, reassembled, and have been remodeled, and no one will know that this was originally the armament assigned by the Northern Knights.

"Stealing a knight's sword is a capital offense. Are you really capable of doing it?" a voice said suddenly.

Arthur was so startled that his heart stopped beating, and he suddenly turned his head to look: "Lancelot, don't sneak out behind and be scary!" "Come out, I've been watching you work behind you for almost an hour!" said the blonde boy named Lancelot, "Are you really so focused that you can't even notice that I'm standing behind you? Is this the usual Arthur?" Arthur looked back at his roommate and hair. His beautiful blonde hair and handsome face did not match his servant's outfit, and those who did not know would probably think that this was a boy disguised as a servant and mingling in the Knights.

Such a handsome young man is compared to Arthur, who has a plain appearance, which makes Arthur feel ashamed. However, it was precisely because of this young man's unusual beauty that no knight dared to use him after he was bought from the slave market, and the knights were deeply afraid that this young man was a fallen nobleman of the royal palace, and if he was used as a servant, he was afraid that he would get into trouble in the future. As a result, Lancelot has been miserable in the Knights, earning less than Arthur's salary, and he has to work for many more years to redeem himself.

Arthur sighed, and he said to his friend in a deep voice, "It's important to me, it's the first time I've ever actually owned a lightsaber. "Stolen it, huh?" said Lancelot, disdainfully.

"This is what Richard himself said he didn't want. Arthur defended his crimes, "Just like I was recycling the scrap." Lancelot sneered, his cool white teeth almost blinding Arthur's eyes, "Strange, Richard, the miser?" All the blonde boy could think of was the knight slapping Arthur in the face. That kind of person would be generous? unless the sun rises in the western sky.

"Hmph. Arthur disagreed, he held the haode lightsaber in his hand, and the blade of light shot out of the hilt.

"What is this? a death-short blade of light...... Broken?" Lancelot asked, puzzled.

"Take it and see. Arthur let go of his hand, and the blade of the lightsaber vanished. He handed the hilt of his sword to his friend.

Lancelot hesitated.

"Just take it, and I didn't tell you to swing it!" Arthur insisted.

"Okay. Lancelot reluctantly gripped his sword, and the blade of light shot out again. But the length is much longer. This is the normal length.

"What's going on?" It seems that any photon weapon I have in my hand will make the weapon less effective. Arthur said.

"It's like a curse. Lancelot said, he knew that his friend's physique had some kind of peculiarity, but he never knew that Arthur's body would be so special: "Even so, do you still think you have the quality to become a swordsman?" Arthur sneered disapprenously: "The length of the sword is actually about the same." If you are nimble, you can get close to the enemy and deal a fatal blow, even with a short sword. None of the existing photon light armor can theoretically resist the vertical thrust of the tip of the lightsaber, and wearing the photon heavy armor will make people's movements cumbersome, making it difficult to dodge attacks. Therefore, a knight in bulky armor will never be able to win a swordsman with light and flexible equipment. Lancelot shook his head disdainfully, his golden bangs fluttering heartily in midair: "That's just theory." Who is really not afraid of death and goes to battle without wearing any armor?" "If you only pursue speed and ignore defense, you are playing with your life.

"It takes courage to achieve great things. Arthur argued.

"In my opinion, you're just a madman who doesn't want to die. Lancelot sarcastically said.

Although crazy, for Arthur, it was the only chance to win, and the only way to reverse the gap between him and ordinary people.

"You can not believe it. The usefulness of this set of theories will prove to you one day. Arthur stubbornly said. Even if you use the great principle to justify everything, you can't hide your own helplessness.

Lancelot didn't argue that Arthur's life was already hard enough, so don't go and debunk him.

While the teenagers were still chatting, the alarm bell suddenly sounded in the base.

"Looks like we're going to stay up late again tonight. Lancelot glanced at the blazing scene outside the window, and suddenly looked sleepy: "Vikings." ＂