However, at this moment, several exits in the town have been completely blocked by the militia outside, and if there is no accident, the guy will not be able to escape at all.

It can be said that this mission is very simple, it is simply to give newcomers a chance to exercise, and Ron knows this very well.

The area of the town is not very large, with only a few streets.

The four people on horseback seemed to make the townspeople feel a little nervous, and the vendors who had been pushing carts to sell things just now had begun to close their stalls one after another, and some clever people had closed their doors and windows.

Soon, several people walked to the end of the street.

Ron glanced around and noticed that most of the townspeople had now gone back to their homes and hidden, and there was a sense of silence.

In front, the emaciated young man leading the team looked left and right at the only five streets, and said in a deep voice to the three of them.

"Let's split up, one by one, and if not, the last street will converge, how about it?"

"Absolutely. The bearded servant in the middle, who had not said a word, grinned.

Kaye had removed the double-edged axe from his back, and the meaning was obvious.

Ron didn't say anything, just nodded, he also wanted to know the effect of his training for so many days now.

It's just that when the man's gaze swept over Ron, he paused slightly, and then said.

"Ron, be careful, yell at people, we'll get there as fast as we can. ”

"I understand, Mr. Granger. ”

Hearing his answer, the young man named Granger nodded.

"Okay, everybody, disperse. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the bearded knight turned his horse's head and walked towards the street on the far left.

Kaye and Granger also quickly separated without saying a word, and after a while, only Ron was left where he was.

He casually looked around, then walked towards the last empty street.

The distance between the streets was not very far, and several people did not speak, except for the occasional whisper of hiding in the house.

The air floated with the strange smell of damp mixed with garbage.

Ron tugged at the leather gloves in his hand while looking at the attributes under his eyes.

'Attributes: Strength 0.9, Agility 1.0, Constitution 0.8, Intelligence 1.1. Status: Healthy. ’

Compared to the beginning, after so many days of high-intensity training, his current physical fitness is not at all comparable to before.

With the attribute version, he can completely guess the correctness of his exercise method through the change of values, which is the main reason why he has improved so quickly.

"My strength has increased by 0.2 compared to the beginning, and my agility and physique have also increased by 0.1 each, so it seems that this is the obvious effect of the training of basic swordsmanship, and when I fully master it, my strength will also completely reach 1.5 or higher," Ron silently calculated in his heart.

This kind of power is only an ordinary level for the knights and servants.

But if Ron had reached this level in a very short period of time, the effect could have been imagined.

Moreover, the main thing is that he has increased not only his strength, but also his qualities in all other aspects.

Even though there is still a certain gap between Ron's current level and most knights, he can reasonably arrange his training content according to the attribute bar under his eyes, so as to best fit the direction of his own development and avoid many unnecessary detours, which is his biggest advantage. Physical fitness is the foundation of all strength, and the exercise of skills allows him to exert the strength he has. This mission can be regarded as a valuable experience for him to get in touch with real combat for the first time, and he will never allow failure to happen.

Ron pondered things as he noticed where he could hide around the street.

The corners of the streets are littered with all kinds of household garbage, which are washed away by yesterday's rain and ooze yellow liquid, which looks very disgusting.

In the cracks of some houses, a pair of curious eyes appeared from time to time looking at him.

And just as he had walked halfway down the street, suddenly, there was a dull crash somewhere on the other side of the street.

'Bang!!'

Then came the cacophony of objects smashing through planks and women screaming.

"Damn, it's that guy!!" shouted the bearded servant. "Kaye, I've found him!

Ron's heart sank when he heard this, and he immediately turned his horse's head and ran towards the street on the far left.

'Smack!!'

Another sound of something breaking.

When Ron arrived, he saw Kaye dismounted, raising his double-edged axe and lunging towards a tall man in tattered armor and holding a long sword.

The weapons of both sides slammed into each other, making a dull clashing sound.

On the other side, inside a house with a large hole, a bearded man came out of it with his head shaking.

The cross sword in his hand was full of chips, and there was a lot of mud and blood on his mouth and nose, and he looked very embarrassed.

The tall figure was obviously not as strong as Kaye, but it was extremely flexible, and after a few battles, several slender white marks fell on Kaye's leather armor.

Although Kaye was not injured, it was enough to see that the man in front of him was extremely experienced in combat.

"Damn, you've met a hard guy!" the bearded man spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm from his gloomy face, and then raised his cross sword again and rushed forward.

Behind him, the sound of Granger's horse's hooves could be faintly heard.

Seeing this, Ron frowned slightly, quickly pulled out the cross sword at his waist, held the reins with one hand and ran in the direction of the battle.

Perhaps hearing the strange movement here, the tall man who was originally fighting with the two servants suddenly turned cold, and easily avoided the cross sword stabbed by the beard, and the long sword in his hand immediately slashed directly towards Kaye's head.

'Bang!!'

With a piercing metal clash of metal, the double-edged axe slammed his longsword away, and Kaye slammed his fist with a gloomy face. 'Smack!!' The heavy fist slammed directly into the armor of the man's chest, and the sheer force almost knocked him to the ground. However, just as Kaye immediately turned the axe to cut off the man's head, the figure of the guy who was about to fall to the ground held up with one hand on the ground, and suddenly turned around, but it ran strangely in Ron's direction.

And when they saw the direction he was running, the two Kay, who had been fighting, were shocked.

Kaye threw his double-edged axe with all his might, shouting at the same time.

"Ron, get out of the way, you're no match for him!!"

The thrown double-edged axe flew almost grazed the man's arm, slamming into a wooden house with a loud 'click' sound.

Half of the axe blade barely sank into the wooden wall, and a long crack was cleaved.

This made the man's face change slightly, but then he sped up and ran towards him, and the long sword in his hand was raised slightly, as if he wanted to cut Ron off his horse directly.

The horses galloped fast through the streets, and the whistling wind sounded in the ears.

Ron, riding on horseback, felt his heart pounding, and the clammy air made his eyes squint slightly.

This strong feeling of a rapid heartbeat is far from being comparable to the usual competition.

The second time, a strong sense of crisis enveloped his heart, which made him feel a slight numbness on his scalp, and a layer of goosebumps on his neck, which was aimed at by the man's long sword.

'Is this what it's like to be really close to death??' Ron's pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

However, in this state, Ron's brain was surprisingly awake, and his body trembled uncontrollably slightly.

Countless thoughts popped up in my head, and then one of the most daring thoughts came to my mind.

Just as Ron and the man on horseback were about to meet, a hint of cruelty appeared in his eyes.

The figure suddenly shortened, and the cross sword in his hand actually stabbed out diagonally with the power of the horse.

'Tear!!'

Ron only felt the cross sword in his hand thump, and then quickly slashed away, as a biting cold wind blew behind him, almost clinging to his back.

When the two sides separated, the long sword in the man's hand flew straight out, and on his arm was a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

The man didn't seem to expect that the kid who was so frightened and pale just now would dare to surprise him, and there was a look of disbelief on his face.

Suddenly, there was a madness in his eyes, and the intact arm jerked out a slender dagger from behind his back. "Damn Best Miscellaneous!" his pupils suddenly dilated just as he was about to lift it.

In the middle of his forehead, a slender blade quickly drew back.

Granger's figure slowly stepped out from behind him, shook off the blood from his sword, and thrust back into his waist.

'Bang!'

The corpse with the pierced head fell to the ground, red blood and white brain pulp flowed out of the wound, and for a moment there was a faint smell of blood all around.

Ron's body clinging to the horse's back slowly straightened, his pupils kept constricting to look at the corpse, and the arm holding the cross sword trembled slightly, but his face was calm.

"Well done, boy. The bearded man hurried up to Ron, grabbing the somewhat restless horse. "How are you feeling now?"

"It's a little uncomfortable. Ron looked down at the blood-stained crosssword in his hand, unaware of what he was thinking.

"Haha, it's normal, it's the first time. The bearded man grinned bloodshot.

My heart was still beating violently, but it was a little different from what I had felt earlier.

He reached out and gently touched his bare neck, which was exposed to the outside of his leather armor, and actually felt a faint tingling.

Kaye, pulling the double-edged axe from the wooden wall, ignored Ron and the others, and instead walked over to the corpse and kicked the broken armor.

"A deserter from the Lane Empire?"

Granger crouched down and pulled the clothes between the corpse's necks, revealing a tattoo with two swords crossed.

"It should be. ”

"This damn thing can get away so far. Kaye glanced at Granger, who was crouching. "You deal with me?"

"Whatever. ”

Granger shrugged, pulling the slender dagger from his already stiff palm and pulling it from the corpse.

After wiping the mud stain off it, he put the dagger back into its sheath and threw it directly in Ron's direction.

'Smack!'

Seeing what was flying over, Ron instinctively reached out to catch it, and looked at Granger with a puzzled look.

"Your reward, good work, I'll report back to Lord James. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Granger. A smile finally appeared on Ron's calm face.

"Hmm. Granger nodded appreciatively. "Just call me Granger from now on. ”

Kaye next to him raised the axe in his hand and slashed at the corpse's neck.

'Click. ’

The moment the head fell, it was packed in a black pocket, leaving only the headless body still lying there.

"Let's go. Flipping the black pocket in his hand, Kaye glanced at the corpse on the ground. "The militia will come over and deal with this guy. ”

As he whistled, the horses in the distance trotted toward them.

Bearded and Kaye got on their horses and walked with Granger in the direction of leaving town.

Ron tucked the dagger back into his waist, looked back at the mess around him, paused, and followed.

The smell of blood in the air grew stronger, and the townspeople who had been hiding slowly came out of their houses, looking at the corpse and the destroyed house with complicated expressions......

Dark night.

At this time, it was already about 12 midnight, and the whole training camp was very quiet, only two personnel who were still on duty were squatting around the campfire and did not know what to say.

Dormitory area of the training camp.

In the slightly cramped room, the night breeze blew slowly, making a slight hissing sound through the cracks in the wooden door.

'Click'

The closed window was suddenly blown open by the wind.

'Smack!'

Ron, who had been lying on the bed and asleep, suddenly bounced up from the bed and looked alertly in the direction of the window.

In the darkness, his eyes were red, and his right hand grasped the dagger he had obtained during the day, as if he was about to rush out.