"Get out of the way!"

The royal non-commissioned officers shouted and waved their arms, sending the civilians into the nearby woods.

Before all the people who were running to the side had time to run into the forest, they felt the earth shake, the treetops shook, and the whirlwind of fast horses swept from behind.

"It's our people!"

Several sharp-eyed royal non-commissioned officers shouted and urged their horses to meet them quickly.

Roy sprang to his feet, tiptoe a little on the horse's back, and had leapt onto the branches of a large tree. As far as the eye could see, dozens of bloodied royal non-commissioned officers in the jungle rode their horses and fled, and behind them, the Firean cavalry was in hot pursuit.

The two sides fled and chased, hundreds of fast horses, swaying through the forest, from time to time someone let out a muffled snort, with the fallen war horse somersault fell out.

In the royal procession ahead, Punk tightly guarded a man lying on horseback, looking at the clothes and figure, it was obviously Hugo. In the pursuing procession, more than a dozen armed knights surrounded a middle-aged man wearing a silver-white robe, with a proud and cold expression, and his hands were constantly changing handprints on his chest.

Roy's eyes narrowed in shock!

I saw that with the changing handprints of the magician Feilie, an elemental array formed in the air in an instant that only Roy could see. The earthy yellow element swam like quicksand, and as soon as it was stimulated by the magic power, it suddenly fused, and an invisible magical force lifted the large stones in the fallen leaves, mud, and grass of the mountains and forests into the air, and then flew down like a meteor shower to the royal non-commissioned officer cavalry running ahead.

Level 3 Magic, Stone Rain!

There was an earth-shattering sound, and the trees were smashed by falling stones. As far as the eye could see, there were trees in the east and one in the west, and everywhere there was a canopy that creaked and fell to the ground. The violent shaking caused countless fallen leaves to form a dense yellow-green rainstorm, flooding the entire jungle. The ground is like rain hitting the lotus pond, and the dead branches, rotten leaves, soil and gravel are splashing everywhere, a scene of apocalypse.

Although the fleeing royal non-commissioned officers had spread out as much as possible, several royal non-commissioned officers were still thrown off their horses by the swift stones.

As soon as some of them dismounted, they were shot in the chest by the horsemen of Ferret, who came from behind, and some of them were smashed to pieces by boulders directly along with their mounts. Even if he was lucky enough to be able to maintain his body on the horse, the blood gushed in his mouth, and he fell headlong after not running far, and he couldn't afford to serve the ground.

The sky shook, and the horses neighed.

The scene in front of him made Roy's heart continue to sink.

Just by looking at him, he knew that he was definitely not the opponent of that magician, and once the other party drove closer, none of the people present could escape!

What to do?!

Roy's eyes were red.

Seeing that it was not easy to get here, I am about to get out of danger. But the enemy caught up with him at this time. Moreover, judging from the condition of the royal knights, it is clear that they are no longer able to turn around and block each other.

Strength! Strength! Strength!

At this moment, this word was always circling in Roy's mind!

Only by feeling the powerlessness in front of you can you know how important it is to have strong strength.

If there is a devil in this world, Roy would rather trade with him immediately, as long as he can have the strength to stand up to that magician, even if he sells his soul!

The pursuers were getting closer and closer, and just as Roy jumped off the ground, desperately mobilizing his magic power to combine the elemental array, trying to fight for his life, suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves from another direction became clear.

That direction, yes

Everyone turned their heads to look.

I saw a white horse, galloping from the fallen leaves in the sky.

On horseback, a handsome and elegant young knight, dressed in fiery red magic armor, held a snow-white riding spear. A long flowing flaxen hair, swaying in the wind, and a red coat on his back, like a fluttering flame.

"Ryoma!" exclaimed one of the royal knights.

The white horse is very tall, far more than half a body taller than ordinary war horses, and its four hooves are slender, and the hooves are as big as a bowl. Eight magnificent and brilliant circles of light under your feet, flying and spinning.

In an instant, the white horse had galloped in front of everyone. From the beginning to the end, the knight's gaze did not look at anyone, he was like riding alone in the secluded mountain forest, floating and drifting by.

There are Jingyun in the east, sixty moments with a flick of the fingers, and nine hundred lives and deaths in an instant. ,

As the knight swept through his vision, everyone held their breath, dizzy, and felt as if time had frozen in this instant. The sight of disillusionment repeats only the flying hooves of the white horse, the fluttering mane and the graceful posture of the knight.

Then the young knight was seen passing through the oncoming royal cavalry, walking in the opposite direction, and with the feeling of gloom in the boundless fallen leaves, he stabbed the Philaean cavalry in front of him, whose eyes were wide with astonishment.

There are no words to describe the mystery and agility of this gun.

All they heard was the young knight's faint voice.

Die.

The flowing fiery red battle ring, like a living fire spirit, turned into a ball of light and shot out from the spear. A bright red maple leaf that happened to fall in front of the spear that was stabbed out had already turned into ashes in the wind before it touched the spear.

One, two, ten, thousand

Countless fallen leaves turned into ashes at the same time in the wind,

The rain of stones summoned by the Philip Wizard vanished. As if it had never been there.

Burst!

The few Ferri knights who rushed to the front spurted a mouthful of blood from their mouths.

Puff puff!

The Ferray Knight, who followed them, was also slammed into the chest as if by an invisible sledgehammer, spurting blood violently.

Dozens of horses fell headlong in the fierce wind of the spears. The fallen knights, the big trees, the dense grass, as if they had been cut by thousands of invisible knives, suddenly appeared on the body of dense cuts.

Blood rained down in the air, and grass and wood chips flew and collided with the raging wind.

The battle ended when a red oriole made a crisp chirp, passed through the yellow-green leaves that had turned into fine powder, through the raindrops of blood and the stirring of sawdust, folded its wings, and plunged headlong into the chest of the magician who was surrounded in the center by the Knights of Ferry.

The Philip mage opened his eyes with fear as he looked at the severed finger that was still in his chest with a handprint, the light in his eyes vanished, and he fell headlong into his horse.

The horses neighed, and the knights in the rear almost did not hesitate to turn their horses and flee.

The silent mountains and forests, rustling in the wind.

The white horse knight turned his horse back and walked slowly, the crisp sound of the horse's hooves was like the morning bell of heaven

The Ferretes, driven away by the White Horse Knights alone?

The people who hesitated and walked out of the dense forest looked at each other, and then looked left and right, and they could not hide the shock and joy in their hearts. Can't believe happiness comes so quickly.

As more people walked out of the woods, everyone suddenly jumped up, cheered and hugged each other excitedly.

The royal knights had stopped in front of the procession.

The crowd helped Hugo, who was already in a coma, from his horse. Without hesitation, Roy casts a small healing spell on Hugo.

Because he cast no magic and showed no signs, everyone only saw Hugo's body shake in pain, twist a few times, but open his eyes, his spirit seemed much better than before, and the bleeding wound stopped bleeding.

The sound of horses' hooves approached. In the admiring and awe-inspiring gazes of the people, the young knight rode up to everyone, and the royal non-commissioned officers bowed slightly, and said calmly: "I am Alex of the Templar Order, may I ask, who is Roy?"

The cheers stopped, and all the royal soldiers and civilians looked a little uncertain when they heard the young knight ask Roy's name.

At that moment, the sound of hurried horses' hooves was heard, and more knights galloped towards them.

One Templar, two Templars, and behind them were Templars.

Moments later, knights with the crest of the Knights Templar embroidered on their armor and horse ornaments appeared through the branches of the dense forest.

After the Templars, there were the nobles. George, Moon, the princess and his party, the baroness's family, and Matthew and others, who had walked in front before, had already returned.

As if they already knew something, the faces of Eretia and the others were extremely pale, and they desperately urged their horses, trying to speed up, but they were firmly blocked by dozens of Templars and hundreds of Templar cavalry.

On the contrary, it was Matthew, George and others, with a cold smile, who rushed over first.

Roy stood up from Hugo's side and looked at the young knight Alex's face, his heart cold. ,

He knew what was going to happen, and he knew he had nowhere to run.

Alex in front of him was only about twenty years old, and he was too young. However, it feels like an insurmountable mountain to Roy. Just riding a horse quietly and stopping there, people can't have any thoughts of fighting it.

Thinking back to the shot that Alex rode at the Philip Cavalry, Roy only felt an unusually bitter feeling in his mouth.

"I'm Roy. ”

In the quiet crowd, Roy looked up.

The tattered handyman and the noble knight of the freshly dressed and angry horse are equally young, but they belong to different worlds.

However, in front of the opponent's strong strength, the tall and divine dragon horse, the precious and beautiful magic armor and the cold riding spear, Roy still puffed up his chest.

"It's so young. Alex's gaze fell on Roy's face.

He was so calm and elegant from beginning to end, without a trace of pyrotechnics, whether it was his demeanor, temperament or tone.

It's just that the way he looks at Roy is no different from looking at an ant. There was no contempt, no surprise, not even the slightest fluctuation.

It seems that whether Roy bows his head or holds his chest high, it means nothing to him.

"I'm here to put you to death. Alex said calmly, a red streamer swimming to the tips of his fingers in the ring beneath his feet. He didn't explain Roy's charges, nor did he scold and insult, he just said lightly, and then flicked his finger at Roy.

Burst!

The red light didn't sink into his chest—Tom's chest.

At the last moment, the blacksmith's son slammed Roy away.

Time, frozen in this moment.

Roy only saw a blood flower bloom from Tom's chest, so red that it stinged his eyes. He opened his mouth and screamed, but he couldn't hear his own voice. He breathed desperately, but he couldn't tell if his heart could beat in severe pain.

Tom, why!

He's escaped, he's made it here alive, he's sixteen years old, just like himself, and he's sworn that he's going to be the greatest paladin in the future!

Tom's warm body slammed into Roy's arm, knocking him to his knees. Beside him, Blacksmith Daddy, Sister Lan, Sergeant Hans, and a lot of people had already rushed over like crazy.

Roy's eyes immediately turned red, and he desperately tried his best to cast a small healing spell on Tom, but it was useless, that red light had completely annihilated all Tom's vitality!

"Man, we'll say okay" Tom's voice rang in Roy's ears.

Roy nodded desperately, tears streaming down like a burst flood.

"Become a paladin. Tom looked at Roy in pain, trying to squeeze out the last smile of his life.

A heart-rending pain struck Roy in an instant.

In my mind, the beautiful Bollabel came to mind, and the scene of Tom and himself together appeared.

"Don't play fool with me, boy, I know you're not as stupid as you seem. It was Tom with his waist crossed, and his face was full of vividness.

"Man, teach me, how do you practice this trick?" said Tom, looking up at his freckled face, and whispered.

"Whoever dares to bully Roy just can't get along with me Tom Hero!" Tom stood majestically in the middle of the group of children, gesturing his big fist.

"I've got two gold coins here," Tom sat by the river, expecting Ai Ai, a little reluctant, and looking like a righteous cloud.

"Oliver, bitch, change my pants!" Tom, bare-assed, thundered.

All the scenes are condensed in one picture in the end.

Under the sun, the two boys sat outside the training ground, filled with the sound of swords clashing and shouting, hooking their fingers: "Man, let's be a paladin!

Intense grief drowned Roy like a tidal wave.

Looking at Tom's face covered with dirt and blood, with his eyes closed, he only felt that the whole world was gray for a while!

"Tom, don't die!" Roy choked up and cried out, "Come back to life, man, I beg you." You're alive. You said you were going to be a paladin, and you said you were going to ride a horse and do chivalrous deeds. Please, man."

Roy cried out as he watched Daddy Blacksmith take Tom in his arms and wept. ,

"Kill him. Alex turned around, his eternal face unchanging, and finally frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the person he was going to kill would be knocked out by others, and his pride and identity would naturally not strike again.

Several Templars drew their swords and burst into the crowd.

"Let's go!" Punk, who was standing next to Roy, threw Roy out of the way, and at the same time raised his gun and headed towards the Templars.

"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!" Feathered arrows headed straight for the Templars' faces. Malt shot her bow and arrows while pulling Roy and running.

But where can you run?

In the blink of an eye, Malt and Roy had been swarmed by the Templars to the end of the cliff.

"What should I do?" the dark elf's face finally revealed the little girl's panic.

"Jump!" Roy, who came to his senses, gritted his teeth and jumped down the choppy cliff without hesitation.

At the moment when he fell into the endless abyss, the necklace on his chest suddenly glowed. A torrent of information rushed into Roy's mind in an instant.

"It turns out that I am the first unlucky guy in the world!"

Roy's eyes widened in anger and fell downward, and the last thing in his vision was Malt jumping down and a tearful Oliver.

Boom, splashing.

The world is dark

Finally wrote here. I've been immersed in this story for two whole years. Although I have never started writing, I have always been full of passion to tell the story. Roy wasn't fat, sixteen years old, just a kid. The first volume is a child's story. Next, he's going to grow up.

Although it is a different time and space, this book is also about friendship, family affection, and some things that we actually understand, but indifferently forget for a long time.

The first volume ends, and the second volume begins. Sincerely, my friends. ......