In the quiet room, Roy stood by Luke's bed.

The potion concocted by the Abyss Dragon Root has already worked in Luke's body. A large amount of light is absorbed, reconciled. Rook's exuberant blood began to calm down, and his burning vitality returned to balance.

It's just that he hasn't woken up yet.

Sunlight filtered through the windows and onto the carpet. Another cheer came from outside the castle.

There are only twelve prayer hours left until the end of that war. Remembering Rook's condition, Roy rushed back in a griffin first. And Adolf's army is still on the way back to the city.

But even so, the city of Muni has become a sea of joy.

People who survived the catastrophe took to the streets to celebrate the victory in the war. The loud cheers were like the tides of the sea. It can be heard even in the depths of the Grand Duke's castle.

Roy looked at the sleeping Rook silently, and the image he saw in the magic tower came to his mind, and a cry echoed in his mind.

"Farrington!"

The name was called by different voices.

or rough, or clear, or violent, or calm......

And the owners of these voices, the black-haired knights, sacrificed their lives to fight the demons. One group fell, and another went up. One generation grows old, and another grows up.

Looking at Luke's somewhat gray hair, Roy suddenly felt a little moist in the corners of his eyes.

Ever since the day he knew his origins, he had a misunderstanding, and he was full of resistance to the place called Farrington. In his opinion, it was so far away from him, and the people who lived there who shared his blood were so heroic, but also so ruthless.

They snatch their children out of their mothers' arms, let them crawl in the cold and heat, and let them learn how to fight from an early age. How to kill.

They grew up in the barracks. Every inch of their bodies was covered in scars. They don't cry, and they don't have warmth in their dictionary. They are just a bunch of numb, saddled fighters. From birth to death, the only value of their existence is to fight.

Even when their loved ones die behind them, they don't look back.

Roy actually didn't hate his grandfather, Archduke Roland. I don't hate these warriors. He just felt that from the moment his mother withered in the frost river, they had nothing to do with him anymore.

Although he has the same blood in his body, he is just an abandoned lone wolf.

It was Grandpa William who raised him, and it was the ice storm and the dangerous Warcraft Forest that taught him the skills to survive. Even the elves and dwarves, who have lived together, are much closer than them.

If I had to say that there was a little emotion, it would be sadness.

Mourn for them. and mourn for yourself.

Roy has always been deeply pressed in his heart with such emotions. It wasn't until Rook appeared, until he saw those images in the magic tower, that he suddenly realized how wrong he was.

When he was exiled on the mainland, his grandfather reneged on his vow never to leave Farrington in order to avenge himself. Killing the Vatican Castle was bloody. Thirty-six cardinal archbishops in high spirits, overnight. More than half of them have fallen, like a chicken-tiled dog!

For a time, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the sky and the earth changed color.

In order to hide this secret, that year, the Holy See directly closed the Vatican Castle. Several major Holy See Knights poured out. Go around hunting for heretics, launching purges, inciting rebellions, and diverting attention.

However, they hide it from ordinary people. How did he hide from a well-informed nobleman?

Although everyone is secretive, the events of that year are still talked about today. For the old man, for Hairlington, all they had was incomparable awe.

And after his grandfather Roland was captured, Farrington's response was even more violent and domineering - they only opened the gate of the castle to the side of the Salvation Continent, and as soon as they could not ride, they forced the Holy See and the Heavenly Masters to silence. The disposal of Roland is just a captivity.

Every time he thought of this image, Roy felt that every cell in his body was burning, and every drop of blood was boiling.

That kind of resonance and pride of blood and soul made it difficult for him to himself.

Yes, grandfather Roland has always been known for his ruthlessness. Yes, he did not approve of the marriage of his father and mother from the beginning, and even strongly opposed it. Yes, after his father's death in battle, he wanted to snatch himself from his mother's arms and let himself grow up in the barracks, as every traditional Farrington man does.

Roy had ten thousand reasons to hate him when he didn't know him. But when he really got to know him, Roy only felt that his nasal cavity was sour and his eyes were red at the moment.

It is true that he did not accompany himself, did not spoil himself, did not even have a gentle smile.

But he slaughtered the whole Vatican Castle!

That's how this lion-like old man expresses his affection!

Moreover, from beginning to end, he did not give up looking for himself. For their own sake, batch after batch of knights like Rook, who had lived in Farrington all their lives, took off their robes that symbolized glory and went to other places, incognito.

For sixteen years, they kept asking about themselves.

It made Roy think he was a real asshole!

Tears welled up in her eyes. It was at this moment that Rook opened his eyes.

"What are you crying about?" After the confusion in the old man's eyes disappeared, he didn't ask about his own situation, but frowned first, "Farrington's man doesn't cry. ”

Roy scrambled to wipe away his tears and denied, "I didn't cry. ”

Rook smiled and closed his eyes. After urging the exercises to run a circle of fighting qi, and after finding that his body was fine, he sat up.

"Where am I?"

Roy leaned him on the head of the bed, put a pillow on his back, and said, "At the Grand Duke's Palace." ”

He knew that since he had resisted the heavenly punishment for himself, Rook's memory had stayed in the fjord barracks, and he didn't know anything about the events of the past few days, so he told everything that had happened.

Roy didn't have anything to hide from Rook.

Except that in the end, the battlefield is very important, and Austin's existence is not approved by him. Therefore, in addition to not saying anything, the others include the imprisoning armor to change its appearance and identity, including the conflict with several major families, including the Abyss War, and even the experience of the Magic Tower of Noyotanns. It's all about it one by one.

At first, Rook listened quietly with a smile on his lips, but later, his eyes widened wider and wider. In the end, he couldn't sit still, straightened up, and looked dumbfounded.

Roy's experience was unbelievable.

"Wait......" By the end, Luke was overwhelmed.

"You mean. Is there a Beamon among your current followers?" he asked.

Roy nodded.

Rook gasped, simply put his feet down, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared into Roy's eyes: "And three bone dragons? a twelve-level demon?"

"Well," Roy nodded shyly, repeating what he had said before, "and there are eight more eleventh-level demons. Seventy-two rank 10 demons. ”

Luke opened his mouth wide and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty: "Also. You are also the child of the Holy Spirit of the elves and the thunderbolt of the dwarves?"

Although Roy always felt that his face was thick enough, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at this time. No one knows better than himself how these titles came about.

What is the son of the Holy Spirit, what is the thunderbolt, it is the function of the bow spirit and the axe spirit.

However, on the other hand, this is also true.

Seeing this kid, he nodded again. Luke was completely speechless.

Ever since he found Roy, he knew that this young master looked thin on the surface, and he looked harmless and even a little confused and bullied, but in fact. He's not simple at all.

In terms of strength, he has a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, and his combat effectiveness far exceeds that of his peers. In terms of shrewdness, he is more cunning than the old fox. As for the power hidden under the water, he quietly pulled up an army of bandits.

Luke didn't know that this was not the habit of being the king of the mountains that he had developed since he was a child living in the Warcraft Forest, but the young master could toss and pull, he had seen it a long time ago.

But he still didn't expect that after sleeping for so many two or three months, his young master would toss such a large amount of money.

Money aside.

Although Roy is not a rich country today, he doesn't know how many times richer he is compared to the bitter Knights of Farrington. The ransom of several major families is enough for him to squander ten lifetimes.

Even if you raise an army, it is more than enough.

And the strength has skyrocketed. Now, he is not far behind in the face of a junior saint realm alone. His fighting spirit, his martial arts, his magic, and his realm clone are enough to give any opponent a headache.

And if you add to that his followers...... Luke felt that anyone who dared to make an enemy of this young master was a fool!

And if you are not mistaken, the young master is only eighteen years old this year!

Slowly calming down, Rook shifted his thoughts to the current situation. The invasion of the demons means that the shackles that bind the Knights of Farrington have been lifted. Originally, at this time, whether it was for Farrington or Roy's safety, he should have gone back.

However, after hearing about Roy's experience, Rook had a different idea than before.

Indeed, as the heir to the Hanshan family, Roy's return to Farrington seems to be a matter of course. Especially in this troubled world, his appearance is of great significance to the Knights of Farrington. However, in that case, he was actually restricted. Like a pony with a saddle too early, it's not a good thing for him.

On the contrary, without Farrington's ties and freedom, he has been growing savagely at a terrifying rate.

Rook couldn't imagine how far he would have gone if he had been given another amount of time. But one thing is certain, and that is that it must be beyond one's imagination.

And although Farington is now very powerful and can be called the first knight in the world, Rook is well aware of the crisis of this team. Perhaps, it is the best choice to let the Knights of Farrington have one more brother and one more force that can rely on each other.

Besides, Archduke Roland ......

Thinking of this, Rook said to Roy, "Young Master, what are your plans?"

Roy was silent for a moment and said, "I'm going to go to the north and settle the matter of Bandez first." ”

Rook nodded.

Through Roy's previous story, he knew that now that the demons were invading, the soldiers were directly aimed at Saint Solan. To this end, the Solan royal family has ordered a nationwide mobilization. The armies of the lords of the major provinces are marching north day and night to assemble. Even Adolf would lead the way after a short break.

This battle is inevitable. The world was in turmoil, and to Roy, the bad thing was that Banderz's location was in the war zone. Therefore, he had to rush there as soon as possible.

Luke smiled slightly and said, "Then, young master, I think you should recruit an army of your own." ”...... WeChat public number ctao0202...... (To be continued.) )