Tren blew his beard and glared: "Are you questioning Your Highness?"

He could not tolerate doubts about the abilities of the descendants of the great Elliott family.

Koopa shook his head: "I'm just stating an objective fact, we are too weak now, we don't have a sufficient number of magicians, we don't have sophisticated alchemy equipment, and we don't have the powerhouses of the Sanctuary to sit down, so it's almost impossible to defeat the army of the Vismal family in a head-to-head confrontation." ”

"Not only Constantine can't do it, but it's the same for whoever comes, haven't you seen what state the head has been in for more than a year?"

After listening to his analysis, several other knights were also silent.

Coopa poured a sip of wine into his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Even the head himself has lost his expectations, don't you see? Every time we communicate with His Highness, he walks away under the pretext of not being excited at all, and his expression has always been very indifferent. ”

"Perhaps, the leader has also given up his original ideals?"

"Nonsense. Tren couldn't help but slap the table heavily, "Now that His Highness has returned, I'm sure the leader will cheer up soon, don't forget, he is Rhaeggar, the 'Ice Sword' of the famous Duchy, the idol of all the knights of Winter, and the disciple of His Excellency the Grand Duke, such a great man is by no means a coward." ”

"You're so excited, Tren, no one says he's a coward, on the contrary, to make it this far proves that he's a true winter man. Coopa sighed, "It's just that no matter how solid the ice is, it will eventually melt by the flames of reality." ”

......

It was winter, and it rained in the Central Mountains.

The torrential rain poured down, enveloping the mountains in a hazy curtain of rain and damp the black forests of the central mountains.

The rain rained for three days.

On a sunny day after the rain, the mud in the mountains and forests is so soft that ordinary people will leave a big footprint on the ground when they step on it.

Constantine and Rhaegar were strolling through a woodland not far from the Valley of the Sunset.

The woodland after the rain was muddy, and the wind was bitterly cold, but Constantine and Rhaegar were not ordinary people, and this cold wind did not affect them at all, but felt a little comfortable, as if they had returned to Winterfell on the snowy fields of the north.

Constantine's footsteps stepped on the forest road, and strangely, his steps were very light, leaving no footprints on the dirt, showing the powerful control of the body of a high-ranking hunter.

However, after walking such a long way, neither of them has ever exchanged a word with each other, and they don't seem to know what to say, and they both seem absent-minded.

Constantine looked a little tired, while Rhaegar looked indifferent.

Walking to a small hill in a clearing in the forest, the two stopped, neither looking at each other, as if they were deliberately avoiding each other.

Rhaegar looked at the vast Black Forest in his field of vision: "When I was a child, I remember Constantine, you once asked me with curiosity what the Black Forest looked like, whether there was really a castle in a fairy tale world, and whether there was a beautiful princess living in the castle?"

Constantine smiled awkwardly and scratched his head. "That was a long time ago. ”

"For me, it's like what happened yesterday. ”

Rhaegar laughed and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to rub the hair of the little boy next to him as he had done many years ago, but as soon as he raised his hand, he hesitated to put it down.

The little boy back then has grown up.

"Have you figured out what you're going to do in the future? Rhaegar found a rock and sat down, as if casually asking. "I mean, about the future actions of the rebels. ”

The atmosphere in the room instantly became serious and stiff.

"Yes, I've been thinking about it these days. ”

Constantine cheered up and did not sit down, but looked down at his feet, "I think it is still necessary to resist the rule of the Dragonlance Dynasty. ”

"Azeroya will always belong to the Azerotans, not the Dragonlance Dynasty, and if we allow the dynasty to continue to act recklessly, sooner or later, we Azerotans will become like the Witch tribes in the west of the continent, forever deprived of our homeland, dignity and freedom, and live in the pain of exploitation and discrimination all day long. ”

Constantine said: "On the way here, I have seen what kind of state the Azerotans live in today, and if we do not resist, our next generation will have to endure harsh labor and heavy taxes, and even become cannon fodder used at will on the way to the hegemony of the Dragon Lance Dynasty." ”

"I would never let the land that my father defended with his life become like this. Constantine said categorically.

Rhaegar was not excited, but said coldly: "The slogan is good, but you should have seen that the Dragon Lance Dynasty is far more powerful than we originally imagined, and Caulfield alone can suppress us in the past twelve years. ”

"I'm not striking you, Your Highness. "In fact, over the years, fewer and fewer Azeroites have been willing to join the rebels, and whether you admit it or not, the people of this land have lost the courage to fight the dragon lances. ”

"All their sources of confidence and pride have disappeared that night, and even if you stand up now, no one will believe that you will succeed. ”

Constantine replied unceremoniously: "Courage and self-confidence do not come out of thin air, we need victory, and as long as we win, we can reawaken the fighting spirit in them." ”

"The question is, how did we win?"

Rhaegar shook his head indifferently, "I've been trying for eight years, and the facts have proven that in the face of absolute strength, any tactics don't mean much, and we don't have a peerless powerhouse like the teacher who can bring strategic deterrence to the Dragon Lance Dynasty, so how can we win?"

Constantine said: "Perhaps, because your understanding of strategy is wrong. ”

The two fell into a wordless silence at the same time, and this unpleasant argument was like a blade, drawing a huge invisible gulf between them.

Rhaegar looked up at the sky, as if pondering something.

Constantine felt a little irritable and tired, he had a premonition that it would be difficult to convince Rhaegar that it would be so difficult, but he did not expect it to be so difficult.

In the past half month, in addition to communicating with the rebel fighters, he has also been constantly enlightening Rhaegar in an attempt to convince him that he is capable of leading the rebels.

But every time the question of leadership is discussed, Rhaegar either doesn't talk about it at all, or he avoids the important and trivializes it.

In this regard, Constantine was very helpless, and at this point, he could naturally see that Rhaegar was already dead to the uprising.

However, if Constantine wanted to truly control the rebels, he would never have been able to do so without the recognition and support of Rhaegara, the oldest and most authoritative leader in the rebels.

He had to convince Rhaegar that even if Rhaegar was determined not to participate in the rebellion in the future, he would have him openly recognize Constantine's leadership.

After a long time, Rhaegar suddenly spoke, his tone very calm and easygoing, "Constantine, let's try our swordsmanship, just like when we were children." ”

Constantine was stunned, then coughed twice, "I don't want to be beaten up by you like Brother Rhaegar did when I was a child. ”

"Don't worry, it shouldn't be this time. Rhaegar smiled, jumped to his feet, and then walked to the edge of the clearing, and stood under a large tree, keeping a distance of about ten meters from Constantine, whose shadows obscured his face and made Constantine unable to see the expression on his face.

Constantine tidied up the black mage robe on his body, this robe was selected by him in Joey's magic tower, it was extremely close-fitting, and it also had [Acceleration Technique] and [Feather Falling Technique] attached, which was very suitable for a mage like him who took the melee route.

The young man reached out and grasped the hilt of the [Dawn], and in the next second, the crystal long sword's clear sword body appeared in front of Rhaeggar.

Looking at Rhaegar as Constantine forced himself to concentrate his full attention, he felt that this was probably a test for Rhaegar to give himself, and if he defeated Rhaegar he might be able to accept himself as the leader of the resistance.

In this battle, he must go all out.

Rhaegar was wearing a very ordinary hunting outfit today, just like the hunters living in the deep mountains and old forests, with a scruffy beard and some vicissitudes in his eyebrows.

But when his hand grasped the hilt of the sword beside him, everything was different.

Rhaeggar's eyes sharpened, and a powerful aura that belonged to a true warrior emanated from him, as if he had changed back to the knight that everyone admired in Winterfell back then.

Only a warrior who has experienced countless bloody battles can have such a sense of killing.

Constantine felt an invisible weight fall on him, and his breathing froze slightly, but he quickly adjusted, and his breathing became as steady as a soft wave on the water.

Boom!

Rhaegar drew his sword, and at the same time, a chill countless times colder than the winter wind surged with the appearance of the blade.

On the surface of the tree behind the knight, a layer of frost climbed up from the roots at a speed visible to the naked eye, all the way to the trunk, and the leaves on it quickly withered.

What a powerful magic!

Constantine was secretly surprised, most of his impressions of Rhaegar's strength were still twelve years ago, but at that time, Rhaegar was already a high-level swordsmanship genius at the age of twenty.

Now, twelve years later, Rhaeggar's magic has become far more powerful than it was twelve years ago, and the momentum on his body is something Constantine had never experienced back then.

It is worthy of being a disciple hand-selected by his father back then.

Rhaegar's swordsmanship talent may not be much worse than Roland's, and the magic power he shows now is only one step away from the Holy Domain.

Icy elemental power swirled around Rhaeggar's sword, and with the blade that thrust forward, a breath of ice and snow wrapped in powerful magic roared out and shot towards Constantine's chest.

The fluttering leaves were swept up by the sword like the cold wind of the polar region, flying in the air and spilling onto the earth like the snow falling from the head of the Winter City.

【Cold Piercing】

Constantine recognized this signature swordsmanship belonging to the Winter Knights, and once hit by the sword qi, even the ice snow bear, which was known for its strength and defense, would be shivering with cold.

However, it wasn't the Ice Sword Qi that was really deadly, it was those leaves.

As the ice wind howled, a pale blue magical light swept through the scattered leaves, turning them into thin, sharp pieces of ice that rained down on Constantine's cover.

The icy magic that the Winter Knight has mastered shows its terrifying nature at this time.

Constantine closed his eyes, as if he had returned to the maple grove of the Royal Academy of Magic, and the Dawn Sword in his hand flew freely in the menacing rain of ice edges, like a winter bird in the wilderness soaring lightly against the wind and snow.

The crystal sword sliced through the ice flakes that were close to the boy's body like slicing through a soft candle, splashing flakes of ice.

Rhaeggar's attack was not over, the blade of the sword in his hand quickly cut out one fan after another, the light blue magic light flickered, and with each swing of the sword, a rain of leaves shining with cold cold light would fall above Constantine's head.

The power of the Ice Sword Qi cast in a small area is almost comparable to the [Hail Technique] in the Frost Spell, and if Constantine fails to block once, then these ice chips will pierce into his body fiercely, freezing his blood.

It was a daunting task, and the slightest mistake could have been devastating, but Constantine resisted it with ease.

Taught by the mysterious white-haired man from an early age, Constantine learned how to deal with all types of attacks at an early age and accumulated an unusually rich combat experience.

He was able to become the top bounty hunter in the continent, never relying on his powerful magic power and bloodline ability, but relying on precise calculations, accurate timing judgments, extremely calm minds, and the valuable body and combat skills that the man had taught him.

Not everyone in this world has the opportunity to be mentored by an epic hero, although Constantine does not know how lucky he was now.

Because it was none other than Draenor, the longest-lived and most experienced blood prince among the epic heroes, who instructed Constantine to step into the path of the killer.

The ancient Bloods unreservedly passed on their understanding of combat to the young descendants of Elliott.

This is Constantine's greatest capital that does not have strong magical power, but can compete with a powerhouse like Roland.

With a sword splitting through the frozen blades flying in the sky, Constantine launched a counterattack.

His figure was lighter than fallen leaves, and his black mage robe walked through the shattered ice chips, but not a single grain was stained, like a breeze through the dense forest, leaving no trace.

The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed.

Sensing the danger approaching, Rhaegar didn't hesitate to tap his feet to the ground as if he were stepping on ice, sliding sideways for some distance, his sword raising a gust of icy wind to resist the slash of Dawn falling from the sky.

Bounced off the slender blade of the crystal sword, Rhaegar moved the sword with both hands, and the long sword covered in blue light swung diagonally upwards from the bottom up, and the arc-like light of ice blue flashed away.

Constantine sideways dodged the sword, and quickly twisted his body to stab the crystal sword out with the strength of his waist.

The intertwined blades burst into sparks, and Rhaegar beautifully caught a sword from Constantine, and burst out with great force, pressing the sword body of [Dawn] down violently, flipping, and the ice blue sword slashed towards Constantine's right wrist.

The only option left for Constantine was to abandon the sword.

In fact, the boy did.

He let go of his right hand, and naturally his sword was picked out of the way.

Naturally, Rhaegar would not let go of this opportunity, and the long sword in his hand glowed with ice blue.

Constantine dodged unhurriedly, refracting his body technique, and at the same time reached out with his left hand, lightly catching the falling dawn, and stabbed with a backhand sword again, a few points faster than before, catching Rhaegar off guard.

Rhaegar didn't expect Constantine's reaction to be so swift, and while using refraction dodge, he was able to accurately determine the location of the morning sun falling in the midst of lightning and fire, and finally completed this brilliant change of hand.

If this is not an accident, but a pre-prepared combat technique, Rhaegar has to admit that the killer who invented this technique can only be described as a genius.