"Woo!" a trumpet sounded, and the training was over! The tired cadets walked to the edge of the training ground one by one and put the training weapons back into the sword barrels.

The teachers on the city walls shook their heads silently.

Regardless of whether they wanted Team E to lose or win, they couldn't see anything that would make a difference from this training.

Team E is only the worst team in the academy after all. Even after Kameni took over, the brigade, known as the garbage camp, was completely renewed, but the gap in talent could not be made up for in a short period of training.

Judging from the training, among the more than 90 freshmen of the E Brigade, only four have the strength of armed two-star. And this ratio is pitifully low compared to other brigades.

If you want to rely on such strength to compete with the geniuses of the S team, it is tantamount to a fool's dream. Not to mention the cultivation and improvement of others during this time, even before the entrance exam, several of them already had the strength to arm four-star and five-star.

A group of four-star and five-star armed knights, against a group of one-star and two-star armed knights, originally occupied an overwhelming advantage. In addition, the battle formation training of other brigades is in the front. The cooperation is far more tacit than the tacit understanding of the battle formation of the E team, and the advantage of individual strength plus the increase in team cooperation may be ten times the difference.

From this point of view, even if Team E has a demon like Roy who can defeat the top second-year students, I'm afraid it won't help.

One person's power, after all, is limited. Not to mention Roy, even a fair knight like Pierre can't guarantee victory in front of the strongest freshman squad ever.

That's the main reason why Farley and others have turned traditional challenge matches into battle showdowns. Moreover, in addition to the S Brigade, there is also a magic academy. It is not easy for Team E to rely on Roy to fight a turnaround.

Thinking of this, the teachers turned their heads to look.

At the far end of the city wall, Diarra, Farley, and the instructors of four or five S brigades were pointing and pointing as they watched the training ground. Whisper.

Like everyone else, they are here to find out the intelligence of Team E. And judging by the relaxed and playful expressions on their faces, it was clear that they were getting the results they wanted.

After keeping a low profile for so long, tomorrow will be the day they fight back.

When the sun rises tomorrow and the Lanris challenge outside the south gate of the academy again, they will use a victory to strip Roy of the last of his aura.

Let this be regarded as an idol by the civilian cadets. Regarded as a treasure by Team E and Dean Gustas, and closely watched by the Inspector of Boer from the main camp, the black-haired boy who topped the academy's list was completely restored to his muddy nature!

On the training ground, Roy seemed to sense the gaze on the city wall and raised his head.

His gaze. and the condescending Diarra and others, colliding straight together. Even from a distance, the instructors seem to be able to detect the spark of eye collision.

No matter in terms of age, status, strength or momentum, the instructors on the city wall are far from being comparable to a small armed knight cadet. But the young man's gaze did not fall at all.

Facing the group of sneering middle-aged people on the city wall, Roy's eyes were calm. With a hint of disdain that is too lazy to take care of. It's like a haughty demon wolf, watching a few dirty and lewd hyenas passing through their territory.

Roy did it on purpose.

This kid's tolerance is learned from the elves who will repay him, and his good temper is learned from the dwarves who explode at one point. For him to be stared at and lowered by a bunch of guys he hated was a hundred days of dreams.

It doesn't matter who you are, if you make the lord unhappy, you just want the lord to give you a good face!

What's wrong with the Vice Dean? Behind us are Dean Gustas and a bunch of old monsters in the dark camp. What's wrong with the big teaching of the S team, this is the E team, and the one who can manage the master is the orthodox and rigid and inhumane Kameni.

Typical upstart nouveau riche.

stared at Lao Tzu, wanting to take advantage of someone outside to call for war. There were cynicists inside. Look at the master, I'm disgraced, so I'll step on it?

Phew! Roy squinted at Diarra and the others, spitting on the ground. Turning away contemptuously.

This obvious provocation immediately caused an uproar. Haisen and other E Brigade instructors twitched their faces, and the trainees looked down at each other and were speechless. And the other brigades on the city wall were even more dumbfounded.

Diarra and the others were already so angry that they turned blue.

The human world is hierarchical. There are insurmountable boundaries between nobles and commoners, between teachers and students, between elders and juniors, between masters and slaves. Whether it is a disagreement between face and heart, at least it is okay to get by.

The knightly class, in particular, regarded humility and prudence as an iron dogma. These students present were strictly cultivated from the age of six or seven to serve as acolytes in the lord's castle or knight's house. Not to mention spitting in the face, even if you are slightly disrespectful, you will also be whipped. Those who are strict will be expelled immediately.

Because of this, although many people are dissatisfied with guys like Diarra and Farley, they are also respectful and respectful in person, at most neither humble nor arrogant. Who would dare to squint his eyes and spit on the ground when he opened his mouth like Roy?

Diarra is nominally the vice president, but in fact he has been at the helm of Muni City College for several years. Here, he has a monopoly on power, saying everything. Not to mention a student, even a teacher, who would dare to face him like this?

But there is one in front of me.

It was this black-haired kid who made him lose face on his admission day. Later, he made him embarrassed in front of Supervisor Pol, who came down from the main camp. Now, his prestige in the academy is not as good as before.

If it was anyone else, there were a hundred, and Diarra would have easily cleaned it up. With such a character, he is only worthy of being a street hooligan, and he is not worthy of being a knight at all. Wherever you put it, you will be driven out.

But he just can't move this kid.

Gustas and the E-Brigade were openly and covertly protecting him, and even Grand Duke Adolf, the Knights of Momiji, and the feared Ministry of Supervision publicly stated that this kid was under their protection.

However, when Roy spat on the ground, all his scruples were already burning in anger and he was thrown out of the clouds.

Diarra and the others strode down the city wall and walked up to Roy with a blushing face.

However, before they could speak, Kameni frowned. Said to Roy: "Spit everywhere, and run ten laps with a weight." ”

"Oh. Kameni spoke, and Roy immediately lost his temper, honestly walked to the edge of the field, and grabbed a weight bag.

Weight bags are essential for knights to train their physical fitness.

The smallest weight bag is twenty kilograms. Further up, there are thirty kilograms, fifty kilograms. One hundred kilograms and two hundred kilograms.

Running is meant to be endurance. When the body reaches its limit, an extra kilogram is like pressing a mountain. But when Roy picked up the twenty-kilogram bag, Kameni shook his head.

"The biggest one. ”

As soon as he heard this, there was a commotion among the onlookers on the city walls, for an armed knight. Carrying a weight of 200 kilograms and running ten laps, that is, a distance of three kilometers, this penalty can be regarded as extremely heavy.

And Diarra and the others also showed a sneer on their faces, holding their arms and watching the excitement on the side. Now that Kameni punished Roy, they were happy to stand idly by. Running with a weight of 200 kilograms is no joke.

Roy wants to hate, and only hates Kameni for being too strict. The internal contradictions of the E Brigade are naturally the bigger the better.

Merely. No one noticed that after hearing Kameni's punishment, Giles and Griffin and a group of other students around them not only did not show the slightest surprise on their faces, but they all showed a knowing smile.

The reason is simple, Roy is not wearing a training uniform!

This guy wears a training uniform with a self-weight of 300 kilograms and restricts the battle ring, and he can run dozens of kilometers, such a punishment is not like playing?

At this moment, look at Kameni's old-fashioned and stern face. Everyone snickered. Suddenly I felt very kind.

Roy looked resigned and carried a two-hundred-kilogram bag. Start running.

At the beginning of the ten, twenty, and fifty meters, Diarra and the others still had a gloating look on their faces, but when Roy ran three laps without blushing and panting, their eyes, like the teachers on the city wall, became suspicious.

Each person has a different physique, a different vindictive nature, and a different emphasis on strength, speed and endurance.

In everyone's eyes, Roy, who has a thin body, is completely a speed-type knight, and his strength and endurance have nothing to do with him at all. But no one expected that this kid would carry a two-hundred-kilogram load bag and run so easily.

This is not the explosive power of the attack, the power that can be used to communicate the strength of the battle ring to instantly increase the spirit. It's all about the strength of Roy's flesh itself!

Even many knights who have reached the second order of bravery or even the third order of justice may not have such a strong physique.

Looking at each other, Diarra and the others saw a group of instructors and students of the E Brigade talking and laughing, looking not strange, and suddenly understood something, and their faces turned blue again.

Moments later, Roy had already completed ten laps. Leisurely stop in front of Diarra. On a smug face, there was not even a single sweat.

"What," Farley was stared at almost defiantly by Roy, who was the first to lose his breath and said loudly, "What is your attitude?"

Roy sneered, opened his mouth, snapped, and spat at Farley's feet.

This bastard!

Kameni turned his head, and when he didn't see it, Haisen and Wu Ming looked at each other and smiled bitterly, the instructors on the city wall were dumbfounded, and the students almost laughed out loud.

"Ten laps in one spit, I know. This time, instead of Kameni talking, Roy himself carried the bag and ran again. While running, he squinted at Diarra and the others, with an indescribable sarcasm on his face.

Diarra gritted her teeth, snorted coldly, and brushed her sleeves away. Farley and the others followed, and walked quickly out of the castle of the E team.

Everyone knew that the kid didn't care about punishment at all. As long as they were standing here, the kid would spit on himself when he was done.

It's nothing for him to run dozens of laps, and he can't put on a big hat if he spits on the ground. But if his own people are there and let him vomit like this, that's a big joke.

As soon as they left the door, they heard a burst of unbridled laughter behind them. It was actually the students of the E Brigade who high-fived and celebrated!

Diarra stopped suddenly, her face terrifying from anger. He looked at Farley and said hatefully, "Are you ready for tomorrow's game?"

"Don't worry, it's foolproof!"

He looked coldly at the E-Brigade Castle behind him, "Tomorrow, I will let them see with their own eyes how they were beaten back to the prototype!"

Angry with Diarra, Roy gets a "nonsense" reprimand from Kameni. I didn't run the rest of the laps, so I went into the castle bath to take a shower.

The bathroom was packed with freshly finished trainees, and Giles and Griffin followed Roy's ass and got in. In the mist, the bare-ass teenagers laughed and laughed for a while, and shouted happily.

"Look at Diarra," Giles said loudly as he flushed his head, "he's never been so angry in his life, has he?"

"You deserve it!" Griffin's throat shook the roof. "It's against us all day long, and when I see us on weekdays, our noses are not noses, and our eyes are not eyes. I can't wait to get us all out of the academy to be quiet. I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

He picked up the wooden basin, rushed from head to toe with a bang, completed his so-called bath with great momentum, crossed his waist and said, "If they hadn't run fast, I would have given them a ride like this." ”

"Yes, yes. Everyone laughed, "We all spit out." Maybe they'll drown. ”

"Why don't you pee!"

"Isn't it a penalty for running, when will we not run hundreds of kilometers in the morning?"

While speaking, the students of other grades also ended their training one after another.

As soon as Meng Meng and Eric entered the door, they surrounded Roy and shouted, "Hey, I heard that you Vice Dean Diarra and Farley?"

"Nothing. Roy wiped his face with a cheeky face, "I spat on the ground, and they pouted and got angry." It's really inexplicable, how can a group of decades-old men be more stingy than women. ”

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Roy's confused and honest appearance, coupled with his wilted words, is really unbearable. If Diarra were here, she would be so angry that she would have died.

Listening to the freshmen talk about the cause and effect at that time, everyone shouted that they deserved it.

In the midst of the commotion. A third-grader asked, "They're here today." I want to find out what you guys are all about, but tomorrow it's an internal challenge. The guys in the S Brigade let out their words and wanted us to look good. How's it going, are you sure?"

His words made the lively bathroom quiet down at once, only the sound of scooping water and flushing water was heard, and everyone looked at Roy and Giles and other students who were selected to participate in the competition, and their eyes were somewhat worried.

Only the trainees of the training camp understand how important the annual Team Challenge is.

The knightly road is long and arduous. Especially for civilians, even more so.

When they were children, when the children of the nobles were trained by hired knight teachers, when special people waited for them to dress, helped them on horses, and served them tea and water, the boys of the commoner families worked as waiters in the lord's castle or knight's family.

Every morning before dawn they have to get up and work. Feed the horses, serve the knights, and not until after eight o'clock, can you take advantage of the knight's morning tea to pick up two mouthfuls of food.

After eating, before you have time to rest, it is already cultivation time.

This is the most cherished time of their day. However, it is not easy to meet a knight who has the patience to teach them. During the training of two prayer hours, it is considered lucky to have the guidance of a knight's squire.

At the end of each day's training, they would have some injuries on their bodies, either knocked while running, or when they practiced swordsmanship, they were cut by the instructed squire knight with a wooden sword. Bleeding from the head is a regular occurrence.

And after training, no matter how tired they are, they don't have time to rest. They had to help the lady with her work, and they had to maintain the knight's armor and weapons, and the slightest slackness was a punishment. It is not until the evening, when the adults have gone to sleep, that they can return to their nests.

This is the day of a commoner's child who dreams of becoming a knight. Day after day, year after year. From the age of six all the way up to about twelve.

And for them, hardship is not terrible, what is terrible is being eliminated.

In those days, they watched one companion after another, unable to become a knight because of their lack of talent, tearfully packing up and leaving. I saw them being forced to give up their dreams for various reasons, and go home to farm, herd sheep, strike iron, and do all kinds of livelihoods. Bury the dreams of childhood deep in a painful and difficult life.

They are also afraid, afraid that one day they too will become one of those who will be eliminated, and will never be away from the dream of knighthood. There is no chance of getting ahead again.

They persevered in fear like this, until one day, their fighting spirit broke through to the first order and condensed the battle ring.

For them, the day they had the Battle Ring was a milestone in their lives that changed completely. Especially these boys who have already condensed the battle ring before the age of eighteen. He is the luckiest of his peers.

This means that they can join the three major training camps, and they can wear the uniform they have dreamed of since childhood, and become the envy of everyone.

But that's just the beginning.

On the long road of knighthood, they have only just taken the first step.

That's it. It has already taken them more than ten years. And every step after that has been more difficult than the road they have traveled before.

No one wants to be despised waste. However, if you want to go further and keep up with the footsteps of others, you can't just practice hard.

They had to rely on a qiē cultivation resource. For example, the Illusory Realm Tower, which is rich in aura and can increase actual combat experience, the elixir that refines the physique and restores energy, the more advanced exercises, the better training equipment, the more intelligent instructor guidance, and so on

For now, just the training courses formulated by Grand Instructor Kameni and the qi gravitational force that he personally did for them every day had greatly increased their cultivation speed.

Because of this. It is so important for them to have access to the resources of the Academy.

The nobles also have their own accumulation, and these civilian cadets, except for what the training camp provides, cannot be obtained anywhere else.

However, over the years, Diarra's elite policy has been comprehensively biased towards the children of the aristocracy. All resources. They all have to rely on the annual Team Challenge.

Over the years. Team E has never won a Squad Challenge. At the bottom of the rankings were many second- and third-year students. I haven't even entered the Phantom Tower once!

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to them who want to improve.

This time, the annual challenge is coming again. Originally, everyone thought that there was a Roy in the E team, which would somehow get everyone out of the situation of getting nothing in previous years, but who would have thought that Diarra and Farley and a gang would actually change the rules of the game.

At this moment, when the third-year students talked about it, everyone was a little gloomy.

With Kevin's challenge, Roy's situation in the academy was already difficult. The E Brigade is not bad, and the other brigades, not only the aristocratic cadets, but also some commoners, are also quite scornful of Roy's cowardice.

And tomorrow's challenge is a team battle. After all, one person's power is limited. No matter how good Roy is, can he still fight ten at a time?

Today was angry with Diar Rafali, and everyone laughed for a while.

What about tomorrow?

Farley is the kind of person who is notoriously fond of small movements. In addition to the strength of the S team, he doesn't know what else he will use to recruit tomorrow. At the moment, I don't know how many people are already waiting to see the jokes of the E team.

In the silence, suddenly, the bathroom door was opened, and a student ran in as if he were flying.

"General Fano is here!" he announced in a tone that seemed incredulous to him, "Ask us to be in the camp within three days!"

When night fell, the academy was still lively.

Everyone had sleepless eyes open, and they were piled up in twos and threes, discussing the current qiē.

It was perhaps the most chaotic and eventful period of the first training camp in years.

Outside the academy, the challenge of the Lanrithians has become the focus of the most attention in the city of Munny. In the academy, the inter-team challenge has become the center of all conflicts.

At this time, the news of General Fano's request for the three major training camps to enter the camp within three days of combat readiness was like a gust of wind whistling by, sweeping all around. The students looked around, and for a while, they felt like they were in turmoil.

"Ready for camp?" Williams lowered his magnifying glass and looked up from the slab of drawings and tools.

This news surprised the old man.

The three major training camps are the preparatory forces of the major provinces, and that's right. When the war reached a critical moment, even if he knew that it was killing chickens and eggs, he would still dispatch these young knights.

But. In just a few days, Fano asked the cadets to enter the camp to prepare for battle, which made people have to be surprised.

You must know that entering the camp to prepare for war means that the cadets have completely changed from the identity of cadets to soldiers in the army. It means that they will be thrown into battle at any time, and they will participate in combat at any time.

"Hmm," Roy sat high on the Titanic's shoulder. While blending the magic ink, he nodded, "I heard that the three major training camps have been notified. Within three days, report to the South Gate Camp. ”

He poured in a drop of the fire liquid and observed the elemental reaction of the ink. Nodding with satisfaction, he continued to say to Williams: "You can go together after the big teams have been organized, or you can go separately by yourself." Anyway, a death order was issued, requiring those whose names were on the list to report when the time came, otherwise it would be regarded as an escape from the battle. ”

"That's the guilt of the hanging," Williams, distracted by the task at hand, pulled over another drawing. Examining it carefully with a magnifying glass, he asked, "What about you, do you have to report as well?"

"Of course. Roy shrugged his shoulders and began to carefully tinker with a small demon pattern on the Titan's body that increased the rigidity of his defenses.

This is already the twentieth set of magic patterns they have completed on the Titan.

Although the Titan has not yet been completely repaired, the repaired magic pattern still makes it look much better than before. Like a scarred warrior, regaining his strength at a perceptible rate.

And in the process of repairing Titans. Roy also learned a lot. Especially when it comes to demonism. Williams is the best teacher.

In the past few days, Williams has completely regarded him as a disciple. Whether it's repairing the Titan or other work, as long as it involves the knowledge of magic patterns, the old man will break it and crush it and start from the beginning.

Roy's comprehension was already extremely high. Williams's guidance, coupled with the confirmation of the ancient magic pattern on the Titan's body and the life magic pattern he mastered, made his magic pattern attainment grow by leaps and bounds.

To put it bluntly, as long as he is willing, with his knowledge of demonic patterns, there will be no problem at all to take a sixth-level demonic pattern master in the Divine Craftsman Hall.

And that's not even counting the Life Pattern he mastered. And once he knew that he was the lone wolf of the Demon Pattern Master who disappeared as soon as the divine dragon appeared, he was afraid that the Divine Craftsman Hall would rush to give him the title of Divine Craftsman. Just to envelop him in the Divine Craftsman Hall.

Hearing that Roy was also going to the barracks for duty, Williams put down his magnifying glass and his expression became stern.

After this period of contact, no one understands Roy's talent for magic patterns better than Williams. In his opinion, Roy was born to do magic pattern research in the real yàn room. This achievement is far more than 10,000 times better than being a knight or magician who fights and kills.

Let him go to the barracks, it is completely tyrannical.

The battlefield is no better than fighting with a few noble children in the academy, and if you are not careful, you will die. Don't look at Roy's reversal of a battle in Edding City, but Williams, who has heard him tell about the situation, knows that it was just a coincidence.

At that time, Roy's greatest achievement was to roll the snowball of the rabble. Although he played a key role, in terms of strength, he is still far behind. If Sophia hadn't arrived in time to save him, he would have died long ago!

Once lucky, not every time you get lucky. Besides, after the identity of this little Bollabel servant was revealed, I don't know how many people are waiting to attack him.

Not to mention anything else, the nasty guy who challenges outside the south gate of the academy every day and the people behind him can't wait. If it weren't for such a layer of rules on face, directly killing Roy would be something that the domineering Golden Dragon Family didn't even need to think about.

"Roy, what do you think of yourself?" Williams walked around the table and walked to the Titans' feet, looking up at Roy, "If you don't want to go to war, I can"

"No," Roy said calmly, "I'm going." ”

Williams looked at Roy. He sighed and nodded.

The more he came into contact with Roy, the more he understood what a fiery heart this confused and honest teenager had.

Carefully recount his past, from Bollabel brazenly turning around to rescue civilians, killing people at the pass, jumping off a cliff, fighting back under the city of Medin, and then fighting on the day of admission. The Grand Duke's Ball will beat the county lord, which one is something that ordinary people can do?

Normally, he is like a lazy beast that harmlessly harms people and animals, but once he angers him, he will not hesitate to launch the most fierce attack. For the sake of his relatives and friends, he can lay down the blackest hand.

This is also his most valuable quality.

For him, defending what he cares about is a qiē. There is no need for rhetoric or a reason, just a simple "I'm going" is enough.

Williams has no doubt that he will not miss an opportunity as long as he can avenge the death of the Borabels. And whenever he had the chance, he would not hesitate to kill all the Firetes.

This kid's murderous nature. It's born in your bones!

"Since you've decided, I won't leave you alone," Williams thought for a moment and said, "However, you have to be careful when you go to battle, don't be negligent because you have done a meritorious service, last time your team rolled the snowball, and there was luck in it." Not necessarily next time."

As he spoke, he held out his hand to Roy, "Give me that Elemental Storm Ring." ”

The Elemental Storm Ring was obtained by Roy from the Dark Camp Warehouse. Because it was sealed with a violent elemental life, and after losing the suppression of the original owner, it was difficult to control it, so Roy had always been in the space ring and had not moved.

Hearing Williams' words, he jumped off the Titan and took out the Elemental Storm Ring. Confused, he handed it over.

"I can help you put a ban on the ring. Williams took the ring, "Although you can't control the elemental storm." However, bans can help you fend off an irresistible attack once. Disperse the power to the Elemental Storm. ”

"Oh?" Roy said in surprise, "really?"

"That old fellow Gustas has always treated this ring as a treasure, and no one is allowed to touch it in the warehouse," Williams said lightly, "If it wasn't for the fact that when he got the ring, he said that this thing belonged to him, I would have done it a long time ago, and it would have been ...... now."

As he spoke, he shook the ring in his hand, "But that's fine, it's better to be cheaper than cheaper than that miser." ”

As he spoke, the old man turned around and rummaged through the cabinets around him, finding all kinds of materials and arranging a magic circle on the ground. In the middle of the array is a lightning strike wood totem pole inlaid with a magic core, surrounded by five metal array plates.

The entire magic circle is connected by a powdered lake bottom stone, with a six-pointed star in the center, and two circles and arrows rotating clockwise and counterclockwise in two decibels, and complex and rare magic symbols between the lines.

If it had been before, Roy would not have been able to read it. But after studying magic patterns during this time, he was no stranger to these patterns. At a glance, he knew that this magic array contained at least thirty patterns and formulas.

Williams placed the ring on the totem pole in the center and said, "This totem pole was snatched from the orc tribe." The wood is a core wood, which only grows one centimeter in tens of thousands of years, and it is deep in the ground, which is very rare. Those orcs didn't know where to get this piece of wood, and put it on their holy mountain and let the thunder split it tens of thousands of times before it was made into this totem pole, which was a treasure for suppressing the wind attribute element. It's best used to deal with elemental storms. ”

As he spoke, Williams, standing outside the formation, his hands changing one after another, chanting in his mouth. A moment later, a green light rose from the central totem pole like a comet, and then swept through the metal array like lightning.

As the green light passed, the metal array was activated, and the green light filaments intertwined, soaring into the air, enclosing the entire space.

Williams' chant grew louder and louder, and after a few minutes, the writhing head of the Elemental Storm Ring burst out of the ring.

This was Roy's first glimpse of the elemental life sealed in the ring.

It is a giant with a blue-yellow color all over it. Bald head, no facial features. There are a pair of vicious eyes and a fanged mouth that resembles a tiger orc, no nose and ears, the upper body is the same as a human, the muscles are knotted, strong and strong, and the lower body is a little virtual, starting from the waist and abdomen, it is imprisoned in the ring, and it is not clear to see.

As soon as he burst out of the ring, the elemental storm attempted to attack Williams. However, the power of the magic array, like a cage, suppressed him to the death. A second later, the bottom of the lake on the ground suddenly burned, white smoke rose suddenly, and countless green filaments contracted with the rotation of the clockwise arrows on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, green light, thick smoke and the elemental giants that had just rushed out. He turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the ring. As if nothing had happened, a qiē was as calm as ever.

Seeing Williams pick up the ring and hand it to him, Roy took it with some surprise, "Finished?"

"It's over. Williams said calmly, "This thing can take on a lethal attack for you." However, although it is strong, it can withstand more power than he can limit. You can get hurt too. Moreover, you can only activate it once at a critical moment, and if you want to use it again, you must meditate and attract the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force to replenish its energy, usually once. It takes three months. This will reduce your cultivation efficiency, and how to distribute the Yuan Force is up to you. ”

Roy took the ring and looked left and right, stammering.

He never dreamed that he already had the big stomach king of the ruling, and now there was such a guy again.

He didn't really care, though. The horror of the tides of heaven and earth energy when he meditated, even if he gave a little bit to this ring, it was enough. As for the three months in William's mouth, it was just meditation for ordinary magicians.

Be yourself. It's only about three days!

Three days to have a chance to resist a deadly attack, this is simply a life-saving talisman!

"How much attack can it withstand?" Roy liked more and more as he looked at it, and quickly put the ring on his finger.

"Elemental Storm is a special kind of life, the older you get, the stronger your strength," Williams said, "This guy you imprisoned in your hands should be thousands of years old, and it is actually a waste to use it as a shield." It can't be used to its true power. Right now. It can probably withstand a full blow equivalent to the full force of the Knight of Light. ”

"Enough, enough. Roy smiled. How many knights of light can you meet? It almost means that except for the paladins, you can escape with your life under most enemies that you can't fight!

Counting the treasures on his body, Roy felt a sense of satisfaction.

Needless to say, the verdict said. The current verdict is not only a weapon that can change its form as needed, but also has a spatial passage to the final battlefield in the east of the Broken Sky Mountain Range. Moreover, two of the seven disciples who were sealed in it had already awakened.

Sword and Axe Spirits are not only their own teachers, but they are also able to take over their bodies when they are in danger, fighting with their experience and strength. and knights below the glory level, both have the power to fight.

The second is the Firewing Soul Eater Armor and the Ghost Blade Chain.

The Firewing Eater Armor has a strong defense and has a pair of Black Fire Wings that can fly for a short time. And the ghost knife chain is unpredictable, and it can have a surprising effect in close-quarters combat.

The two treasures are defended and attacked, and at least fifty percent of their combat effectiveness has been enhanced. If you match the lightning speed and strange pace of the undead unicorn "Living Treasure", even if you don't use magic, you can have the confidence to fight a fair knight head-on.

Now, coupled with the protection of this Elemental Storm Ring, even if you meet Alex's bastard again, you will have nothing to fear!

However, just as Roy happily looked at the ring again and again, Williams rummaged through the cabinets and placed something in front of him.

"The other day, that old fellow Gustas told you to take whatever you wanted, and you should have emptied his warehouse," Williams grumbled, "why are you so polite to him? I have to take my possessions now...... Come over here and see these .........."

"This is a magic scroll I used to make. It's hard to find materials that can withstand magic above level 10. So there aren't many of them. There are two eleventh-order magic scrolls, five tenth-level magic scrolls, and ninth-level and eighth-level magic scrolls, adding up to about thirty ......."

As he spoke, Williams dialed a large number of magic scrolls to Roy, "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and put it away." It's a pity that the twelve-level magic scroll is a little too high for you to use. Otherwise, I have two more ...... here."

Roy's eyes lit as he looked at the pile of scrolls at his feet.

The Magic Scroll is a consumable weapon that can only be used once.

The advantage of this weapon is that mages can store their usual mana through guò scrolls, and in battle, they can save their limited mana, increase their attack methods and combat endurance, and will not be defeated due to the depletion of mana.

At the same time, the release of the magic scroll is relatively simple and convenient, much faster than combining elemental arrays. Compensates for the mage's slow attack speed.

However, not every mage has access to scrolls. For many, the disadvantages of this weapon far outweigh the advantages.

First of all, the materials used to make zuò scrolls are rare and expensive. The cost of using a scroll is even much higher than using money to stone someone to death. Even the richest mage can't stand the drain of scroll combat.

Secondly, after the success of the scroll system, it is not directly usable. It also requires the magical support of a magician. The mana consumed is one-tenth of the same magic, but only two-thirds of the same magic.

These two points alone limit the usefulness of the magic scroll. Many mages would rather spend more effort on other pieces of equipment that can be used continuously, consuming large amounts of cores, rather than using such disposable weapons.

Roy never dreamed that Williams, an old man who was doing research in the underground, didn't fight or kill, just idle and had nothing to do to play on his own, and actually saved so many scrolls.

This old man, how rich he should be!

It's a bastard to have a cheap and don't take advantage of it. Where would Roy be polite, he used his hands and feet at the moment, and quickly swept away a pile of scrolls.

It was enough to have these scrolls, and as for the twelve-level scrolls in the old man's mouth, he didn't even think about it.

The higher the mana level, the more mana needs to be consumed. Eighth-level magic is not necessarily much more powerful than seventh-level magic, but the mana consumption is twice as high. And the worst of the twelve levels of magic also requires 100,000 magic codes.

If you calculate according to the magic power of one-tenth of the activation scroll, it is 10,000 mana. For Roy, who now only has a total of five or six thousand magic codes, he is as powerless as seeing a beautiful woman when he is losing both qi and blood.

It seems that he was afraid that Roy would suffer on the battlefield, and after giving a bunch of scrolls, Williams gave him a full box of magic pattern materials, magic potions, and magic cores. There are also several gadgets for escape and survival in the wild.

Just when Roy was dazzled, the old man thought about it, and suddenly walked to the Titanic's side, lifted his armor, and activated a small magic array hidden inside.........

With a bang, the huge steel titan suddenly disappeared. All that remained was a metal fist in the old man's hand.

"This is ......," Roy said in surprise, "Titan?"

"It's Nick's space vehicle, to be exact," Williams said, "The Titans are not only a group of demonic war puppets, but their vehicles are also a suit of armor. Nick is a left-handed fist, Mark is a right-handed fist, Dick is a left-leggown, Mook is a helmet, Teucer is a right-leggown, Parker is a belly arm, and Sack is a breastplate. Each one has its own mysteries......"

As he spoke, he sighed and said, "However, now only Nick is left, and the other six war puppets are said to have been destroyed in the final battle." ”

The old man handed the fist glove to Roy, his face was reluctant, but his movements were extremely resolute, "I promised you, if you can fix Nick, it will be yours, now, the repair work has been completed eighty percent, I will give it to you first, and when it is finished, just take it back and show me." ”

"But......," Roy was surprised. Williams had been studying Nick for decades, and Roy knew all too well how important this war puppet was in his life. He couldn't believe that the old man had given it to him so easily.

"Don't talk nonsense," Williams turned his head to look at the empty room and waved his hand, "Okay, get out." If you don't survive like this, it only proves that you deserve to die. ”

Roy was kicked out of the room. Standing in the corridor of the dark camp, he was stunned for a long time, and bowed respectfully to the door of the confinement room.

The old man's love made his heart warm and touched.

Turning around, the black Firewing Spirit Devourer Armor had already covered his entire body.

It had been several days since he had returned to the Green Tower Manor, and today, Roy had to go back. Because the old falcons of the Rongyang Camp who set out to sneak behind enemy lines have returned. And brought back the news of the Grand Duke.

In what is now the city of Muni, the only news ......

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