In the spring of the 3rd year of the redemption calendar, the redemption continent was in flames

After the invasion of the Pruxing Province of the Saint-Solan Empire, the heavy forces gathered by the Philae Empire on the frontier swept frantically into the deep interior of the Saint-Solan Empire, just like a long-accumulated flood finally finding a breakthrough on the Ganli Causeway. Everywhere he passed, corpses were scattered all over the field, and the flames were soaring into the sky, a tragic scene.

"After the gates of Behrin were lost, hordes of Philae knights rushed into the city. They first concentrated their forces on the resisting defenders. After confirming that there was no longer a single soldier in the entire city wearing a saint-Solandi uniform, they turned their butcher knives at the civilians. ”

"The long siege has turned these Ferrets, who have finally broken through the city of Behring, into cruel beasts. They stormed the mansions of the nobles, the houses of the commoners, cut people to the ground like cattle, searched all the possessions they could take, and then set them on fire, burning everything they had. ”

"Everyone's eyes were blood-red, the tip of the spear was blood-red, the blade of the sword was blood-red, and even the horseshoe was dyed red in the blood. They don't have any sense at all. As soon as someone came into view, they rode after them, stabbed them in their vests with their spears, and split their heads with their long swords. ”

"It was a complete and complete vent, a revenge for the city that had held out for so long under their siege. It is also a declaration of the victor's brutality. In this way, they are telling those who have resisted, are resisting, or may resist their invasion in the future, and this is what happens to those who resist. ”

"The whole city, except for the church, was completely turned into hell. Standing on the roof of the church, I saw black smoke rising from the castle of the Grand Duke of Pru, and saw the slaves and soldiers who had not had time to flee with the Grand Duke being pulled out of the castle and beheaded. And I beg your pardon for what happened to those distinguished ladies, I have not put it into words. ”

"The streets were filled with the sound of galloping horses' hooves. There were screams and wails everywhere. These voices rang from morning to night, and from night to dawn. After a few days, the voices gradually faded away, but occasionally there were fish that slipped through the net, adding to the joy of the Filies. ”

"The Ferret soldiers, who have ransacked the entire city and slaughtered rivers of blood, seem to be tired of the endless slaughter games. When they find a fish that has slipped through the net, their favorite thing to do is to take these people as prey, and use various ways to round up and hunt and tease. ”

"It was a middle-aged civilian man. They let him run, and drove him behind with arrows and spears until he was exhausted. Then they made him naked, whipped him, and poured boiling water on him. Or tie your hands and drag your horse forward. Until he died invisible. ”

This is an excerpt from one of the many public messages about the war in Pru. There is a lot more information like this. They are all ignorant intelligence providers, who observe the war from various angles through various channels.

These descriptions of front-line battles, coupled with those cold and unsentimental war reports, unfold a brutal picture of war for people who are closed off from information.

People trembled, panicked, and angry under the terrible clouds of war. On February of the 3rd year, the remnants of the Ninth Army of the Frontier Army of the Saint-Solan Empire were caught up and annihilated by the Knights of the Black Flag and the two thousand-man battalions of the Black Flag Legion commanded by the famous general Duke Benson of Philip on the plain sixty kilometers southeast of Longmen. Since then, the Ninth Army of the Frontier Army has been removed.

The next day, Philip Greet, the Grand Duke of Prue in the northwestern battlefield, led the remnants of the nobles, turned northward, and tried to return to the north bank of the Leiden River, but unexpectedly, they were ambushed by the Ferret's cavalry by the river, and finally there was not one person who crossed the river. The mighty river was stained red with blood. Dozens of kilometers downstream, floating corpses can be seen everywhere.

The battle situation in the west and northwest shocked the entire Saint-Soran Empire. It also touched the hearts of the people of Medin City, who were also in front of the Ferley soldiers in the south.

Everyone gathers in front of the bulletin board of the Unknown Hall every day, waiting for a new battle report. In the streets and alleys, all the topics are about war, about the current situation.

No one knows how long Archduke Adolf will be able to hold out in the face of the army of Ferret who are constantly landing in the coastal ports of Guò. I don't know if Medin City will be abandoned by the nobles and become the next Beling City.

A growing number of refugees poured into the city, while many of the local nobles and wealthy people began to sell their property and move north. On the third day of Roy's stay in Edin City, two pieces of news quickly sparked panic in Edin City.

The first piece of news is that there are indications that the southern war situation in the province of Lulian will shift from several coastal cities in the previous period to the southwest. It is said that the main target of the attack is likely to be the city of Medin.

The second news is that in the south of Medin City, there are traces of the Snow Wolf Knights.

This news even made many mercenaries nervous.

You must know that among the many knights of the Feilie Empire, known as the country of cavalry, the Snow Wolf Knights are definitely famous.

The Snow Wolf is a third-level magical beast that lives in the northern plateau of the Feili Empire, characterized by a fierce personality, fast running, and extremely strong endurance. It can be used as both an offensive pet and an excellent riding pet. The compatibility with the fighting spirit of human knights is as high as forty-six percent, even surpassing that of many war horses.

And the Snow Wolf Knights are named after the fact that all their knights ride this kind of magical beast.

In battle, they cooperate with the sitting snow wolf. Not only do opponents have to fight people, but they also have to guard against the fangs and claws of snow wolves. Some horses that are not well trained or do not have the support of the knight's fighting spirit will even kneel or turn and run away in fear when facing the snow wolf. As a result, the formation was chaotic.

Since its formation, the Snow Wolf Knights have fought in the east and west, and have established the rule of Peter I. It once set a miracle in the ranking of human knights, from two hundred to the top 100 in one battle. Now among the human knights, it ranks forty-first, and it is not at all something that ordinary border army knights can compete with.

The appearance of the Snow Wolf Knights cast a shadow over the entire city of Meiding.

Every morning on his way to the Mission Hall, Roy could see anxious people talking about it in front of bulletin boards in the plaza or on the street. And those constant war reports added to the tense atmosphere in Medin City.

After a night in Bollabelle, Roy had already seen the cruelty of war, and had no illusions about the benevolence of the Philaetes.

War is war.

This is a contest between the state and the nation, with their lives. More brutal and bloody than the death gladiatorial fight in the gladiatorial arena......

After the gladiatorial warriors fall to the ground, they may be able to conquer the spectators in the stands with their bravery and noble virtues, so that they can put their thumbs up and save their lives when the final verdict comes. However, in this war between the Philae Empire and the Saint-Soran Empire, there was no audience.

There is no second way other than to knock down the enemy and fight for a chance to survive.

Therefore, when the whole city of Medin was in a panic, this eighteen-year-old black-haired boy would calmly walk past the billboard every day.

Sometimes he would stop to read the battle report, and sometimes he would hurry past the crowd.

No one would notice such an ordinary civilian boy. No one even knew that he was the lone wolf who caused a sensation in the entire Medin City.

The lone wolf is perhaps the most talked about topic among the people of Medin City, besides war.

Since the lone wolf appeared in the mission hall of Edin City a few days ago, made a wind plate for the blacksmith Aris, and painted the long sword of the veteran mercenary Lao Xiong, his mercenary mark and his magic pattern have quickly spread around the center of Edin City, causing shocks from all walks of life. Everyone wants to get acquainted with this mysterious magician.

The nobles sent the invitation to the banquet into the mission hall, the magicians waited in the demonic area, and groups of mercenaries and knights lined up to entrust the assigned task. Even some merchants and heads of major institutions in Muni City were moved by the news, and rushed to the Mission Hall in Medin City to try to find this magician.

However, no matter who you are, the only thing you can do is to circle around like headless flies inside and outside the mission hall.

The mission hall was strictly guarded, and not only raised the secrecy level of the lone wolf to level 3C, but even raised the secrecy level of the staff of the entire five-story building to level C. Not to mention meeting and greeting the lone wolf, even the parents of the staff did not see their sons and daughters.

This trick is really ruthless enough.

Not to mention that these staff members don't know who the lone wolf is, even if they do, they probably can refuse to confess as if they were dead.

What does it matter if you don't see your relatives for a while, a few Jin Lulang are sent home every day, and your relatives are far more cordial than you are.

"It's okay, let him work in peace. If you don't come back, don't come back!" When the relatives received the gold coins, they usually said with a dazzling smile. In addition to secrecy measures, the mission hall naturally has some other means. For example, several mission hall demon pattern masters who came from Mani City were misled as lone wolves, intentionally or unintentionally.

When people figure out that this guy is definitely not a lone wolf, at most he is a white-eyed wolf who eats and drinks for nothing and deceives himself, and I don't know how much time has been wasted.

Therefore, in the end, everyone had to give up the search for Lone Wolf himself and turn their attention to his work. Aris, the blacksmith, was the first to be approached. At first, it was some guys who had quick brains and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make some money. Hearing the quotations of seventy and eighty, the blacksmith picked up the hammer and went crazy.

Later, it was different when they came to the door one after another. Merchants of all sizes, the directors of the auction house, the magicians of the Demon Pattern Master's Tower, and the nobles offered higher prices than one another.

In the end, the blacksmith Aris had to sell the wind board that made him sleep quietly for a thousand gold lang to a nobleman he could never afford to provoke.

As soon as the news spread, it was like pouring oil on the fire.

Not to mention those who originally needed to paint demons, even some people who didn't need to paint demons in the first place squeezed desperately into the mission hall, trying to get the lone wolf's work.

The price of the lone wolf demon pattern has been speculated higher and higher. After the end of the first day, the nearly 20 works he made, except for a few in the hands of Lao Xiong and others, all became people's collections.

Some are waiting for appreciation, some are speculating on high prices, and some are buying them back to study.

The people in the mission hall who entrusted the task also bid higher and higher. A first-level flame damage magic pattern, the old bear was one hundred and sixty Jin Lu Lang at the beginning, but it soared to five hundred Jin Lu Lang the next day, and there was a posture that continued to climb upward.

It seems that this was discovered, and after about thirty works were circulated, seven or eight new magic patterns, the painting demons inherited by the lone wolf no longer used new magic patterns, but traditional magic patterns.

In addition, although his previous works have strange magic patterns, they are all first- and second-level demon painting works, and their actual value is not high. Occasionally, two of them were bought back by the Demon Pattern Master Tower, not only did they not study anything famous, but instead made several Demon Pattern Masters dizzy and vomited blood, and this trend slowly stopped, but in this way, the status of the lone wolf in the minds of the mercenaries is higher.

After all, they're the ones who really need the magic pattern.

Those aristocrats and rich people only collect or make profits, but they do it to live, to save their lives. If it weren't for the lone wolf who broke those people's thoughts, causing some ultra-expensive tasks to be canceled one after another, they wouldn't even have the opportunity to initiate a commission. The world is like a giant roulette wheel, spinning endlessly. Day after day, the hustle and bustle is noisy and bustling.

Roy took up his place quietly in Medin City. Every morning, Roy would arrive at the secret studio of the Mission Hall on time to start his work of painting demons.

Although he has the life pattern, it does not mean that he can draw all levels of the pattern. Just like a painter, when you first learn to paint, you will learn more painting skills than others, but you also need time to practice and grow, rather than being able to draw famous paintings as soon as you start drawing.

In addition to the skills of painting demons that need to be practiced and improved, there is also a lot of knowledge that needs to be mastered in the discipline of painting demons. For example, the configuration of magic ink, the compound magic drawing square, the relationship and influence of magic patterns, and so on. These things take a long time to learn and practice to master.

In his spare time, Doe went to the Divine Craftsman Hall and registered a junior magician with his name as his public identity.

The registration process was very smooth, and the two examiners in charge of the assessment had been chatting about the lone wolf, and they didn't pay special attention to the junior demon pattern master in front of them.

Roy only used some traditional basic skills to pass the test and received the badge of a junior magician. This means that he has officially become a member of the Divine Craftsman Hall and the Demon Pattern Master Tower, and his works can be signed and sold publicly.

Mornings, Roy basically spent his days working and hanging out. It was the most relaxing time of his day. He would browse the shops, rummage through the quest halls, and look for some dispensing and forging materials to prepare himself for the future of medicine and forging armor. Or look near the church and ask about Father Joseph. And from noon...... Back home, it's the Dwarven Axe's Hell Training

Ever since talking to the dwarves that night, Roy had naturally accepted the qiē. He didn't know the names of the dwarves, the origin of the rulings, the sword spirits, the bow spirits, and other machine spirits, and what kind of secrets they had behind them. None of that matters, though.

The important thing is that he trusts these warriors who fight against the demons, and the strength of both the dwarf and the human swordsman is beyond his imagination. Being able to learn from them is already a kind of luck in itself.

Of course, Zhang Yun is not the same as Zhang Fu.

Dwarves are a very straightforward race that doesn't like to lie, so the hell training he is talking about is the real hell training. And based on his own strength, it can be called a hellish practice.

For Roy, it's not just hell, it's the bottom of hell!

Three times a day of meditation, still thunder. It's just that the ruling of the gradual increase in the replenishment of power is gradually decreasing its share when absorbing the energy of heaven and earth.

This also meant that Roy's good life of steady practice was over, and every time he meditated, he would face the impact of an increasingly violent tide of heaven and earth energy.

Although the dwarves are tight-lipped about the verdict and their affairs. However, there are questions about cultivation that must be answered.

Through the dwarf's explanation, Roy realized that when other magicians meditated, they felt very thin heaven and earth energy, which was completely different from the tide he felt. When asked why, the dwarf gave only one answer.

"Idiot! Lao Tzu is an axe warrior, not a magician, how can he know so clearly.

Wait until you unlock the seal of the Staff of Judgment and ask the Staff Spirit guy!"

Breaking the seal of the wand was, at least to Roy now, as far away as Heaven. He could only pin his hopes on the first training camp.

There is only one month left before the entrance exam, and Roy, who is not ready to become a demon student, must raise his fighting spirit to the first level in just one month.

For the average person, this is completely impossible. However, this is a matter of course for Roy and the Dwarven Axe.

Dwarves, of course, needless to say. Whether it was his original identity or the identity of the machine spirit, it was not surprising to guide a five-layer fighting kid to condense the battle ring within a month.

Roy, on the other hand, is completely ignorant and fearless.

Ignorance always comes at a price. Therefore, in addition to meditating to increase the power of the demon every day, and entering the world of judgment to learn how to be beaten by the human swordsman, how to use all kinds of strange steps and wonderful ways to make more strange and wonderful wounds appear on his body, it is to accept the training of the dwarves.

The practice in reality is no better than the practice in the world of adjudication.

If in the world of judgment, Roy would not be tired of swinging the axe 100,000 times, in the real world, a thousand swings would already kill him.

This thousand axe is not something that can be casually waved in the air like chopping wood or cultivating before. Instead, they had to follow the axes taught by the dwarves and cooperate with the moral tricks to chop down the rocks of the cliffs by the lake.

An axe can split an inch into the bluestone before stepping into the doorway.

Splitting into the bluestone one foot is the first weight of the thunder god rate.

For the first time, Roy confidently slashed down with an axe, leaving a gap in the stone that was no more than half an inch deep, and the palm of his hand was also shocked with blood.

So, the first day of training was carried out with the laughter of the dwarves. By the time a thousand axes were chopped, Roy's arms were so painful that he couldn't even lift them. But this time is not over, there is no need to cultivate martial arts, but the cultivation of fighting spirit cannot be stopped. If your hands hurt, use your feet, practice your steps, run, and jump.

It wasn't until late at night that Roy struggled to crawl back to his cabin. He performed a healing spell on himself, and asked Malt to pick some herbs, and according to the prescription of Austin's notes, he prepared a bottle of potion for bruises, and moaned in bed all night before recovering.

And the next day, the dwarf unceremoniously increased his training by twenty percent. In his words, "Since you know how to heal, I'm relieved." I can't kill you anyway. ”

Roy was tempted to wave his hand and throw the damn axe into the middle of the lake, along with the inhuman creature inside.

However, although the practice is very hard, the effect is extremely significant.

Under the guidance of the dwarven axe spirit, Roy's comprehension of the Thor Axe deepens every day. The fighting spirit also increased rapidly in the near-death cultivation. Even when he was sleeping, the energy of the judgment was helping to guide Roy's fighting spirit.

In just ten days, Roy's demonic power, perception and spiritual power have all increased significantly. Dou Qi had already broken through the eighth layer and began to attack the ninth layer. At the same time, the Thunder God Axe has also cultivated to the point of nearly two inches into the stone, and after condensing the battle ring, there is no problem in breaking through the first layer. Every day, he can clearly feel the improvement of his strength, which makes Roy very excited. The practice became more and more diligent.

When he had already split bluestone more than three times a day, the dwarf told Roy to go under the lake and chop the same bluestone.

The difficulty of splitting rocks in the water is ten times greater than that of coming from the shore. Roy, who had already slashed two inches into the bluestone with an axe, was not even half an inch when he first entered the water. The resistance and pressure of the lake water not only affected the axe in his hand, but also affected Roy's body movements and even the operation of the fighting qi in his body.

However, for Roy, who is persistent and even stubborn by nature, in order to one day be able to split Alex's beautiful head with an axe, in order to be able to stand in front of Augustus, who is now probably about to rush to the level of a paladin, a year and a half, the demon fighting spirit will go up to the yin and his dog's day, and he can bear the greatest suffering.

After a few days, Roy not only improved his fighting spirit and body, but also with the perception and help of the water flow that enveloped him, he had a new understanding of the Thor Axe and the pace of dodging among the thousands of demons.

However, only fifteen days of such calm passed. Then it was broken by a chance incident and Emperor Philee, who was already approaching only five kilometers from the city of Medding...... Two chapters in one. Speed to advance the plot. Here comes the good-looking one