There was silence in the field, and all the mages turned their heads to stare at the caster who had suddenly intervened.

Constantine put down the short-handled wand he was holding in his hand, the purple crystal at the top of the wand shimmered in the sunlight, ignoring the strange gazes of everyone present, he walked up to Julius, "Is there anything wrong?"

Julils struggled to his feet, "Thank you. ”

Juno, who had arrived on the side, saw Constantine and noticed the wand he was holding in his hand, and froze in place for a moment.

She recognized this wand, the same one she had booked from the Alchemy Altar, but was asked to leave by an unknown fellow, and she was still annoyed at the time, but she gradually forgot about it afterwards.

And now, this arcane wand actually reappeared in front of him in such a way.

Who is this teenager?

In the Royal Academy, where there were many geniuses, Constantine's magical talent was not very prominent, and many students had little impression of this young man.

"Who is this little guy?" On the magic tower, Joey said with some surprise, although the arcane missile that Constantine used before was a simple magic, but in the eyes of the archmage, this missile was not simple at all, and the grasp of timing and direction was perfect, even Joey himself didn't think he could do better.

Seeing Constantine appear, Diana was also a little surprised, "His name is Constantine, he is my personal priest, and he is my future subordinate, and he will accompany me to enter the academy for further study." ”

Joey looked at the calm young man by the lake, and suddenly felt that it looked somewhat familiar, and after a while, as if he had thought of something, his face changed slightly.

Rommel wiped his face, saw the blood remaining on his fingertips, his eyebrows instantly gathered surging anger, he stared at Constantine coldly, and said, "Very good." ”

"I'll handle this guy. Constantine shook the wand in his hand, and looked at the young dragon lance with a terrible gloomy face, but his tone was very calm, as if he was saying a trivial matter, "Julils, you go back first." ”

"Who... Who wants you to take care of it?" Juno next to her couldn't hold back any longer and called out to Constantine, but when she said so, she subconsciously helped Julius back away.

Constantine glanced back at the girl, somewhat surprised by the hostility that faintly appeared in her eyes.

Julius smiled bitterly, he knew where his sister's hostility came from, but at this moment he didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone stop Constantine.

"Hmph, don't think that I will be grateful to you in this way, say in advance, even if you are disabled, Miss Ben will not pay for your medical bills. Juno yelled at Constantine, and then slowly left with his brother.

Rommel laughed and said, "See, idiots of the Holy Empire, this is the Francois, you have helped them, they will not be grateful to you, but will look at you, let me tell you the simplest truth, never have mercy on the weak." ”

Constantine had heard many similar truths in the first ten years of his life, and his teacher had said that in Springs, the Grand Inquisitor, who had disguised himself as the mayor and died at his hands, had also said that during his years as a bounty hunter, the cold reality had reminded him more than once that the beautiful words he had known since childhood, such as kindness, justice, and friendship, were nothing more than a fragile fig leaf in the face of absolute power, and could be torn apart at any time.

The dragon slayer can defeat the evil dragon, it has never been about courage and justice, it is only about whether the sword in his hand is not sharp, and whether his own martial arts are strong, this is the simple survival rule that people in the country of dragon spear believe in.

Constantine understood this very well, and he constantly demanded that he become a strong man, but perhaps because of his own experience, it was difficult for him to agree with the idea of the supremacy of the strong.

What's more, between him and this dragon lance young man, there is still an irresolvable national hatred and family hatred.

But unlike Rommel, he would not be angry with Rommel himself.

Many years ago, the middle-aged man stood on a cliff with his back to the two disciples behind him and told them, "All the anger and pain in the world stems from one's own incompetence. ”

"You're right, don't have mercy on the weak. Constantine said calmly, raising his wand at the young man with the dragonlance, "So, will I show mercy to your men?" ”

Rommel almost thought he had misheard.

He grew up under the shadow of his father, the Grand Duke of Rome, and his family was illustrious and talented, and he was an absolute leader among the elite of the new generation of dragon lances, both in martial arts and magic.

Due to his family bloodline, his ability to cast spells is naturally far superior to his peers, and before the age of twenty, he has a strength comparable to that of a high-level mage, and the brilliant results of dozens of magic duels in Olympia in the past six months are enough to prove his strength, and there is no doubt that he belongs to the world's recognized magical genius.

But in fact, those who knew him well knew that Rommel had never had much interest in magic, and that the figures he admired were the dragon knights who founded the dragon lance dynasty, and that the force that conquered everything was the goal he longed for.

So from a very young age, even though he knew that he had a great talent for magic, he still didn't invest much enthusiasm in magic, but devoted himself to learning swords and martial arts, and striving to become an excellent knight.

His investment in martial arts and swordsmanship far exceeded that of magic, and with his talent and sweat, at the age of fifteen, he defeated his sword teacher, a court knight of the Dragon Lance Dynasty.

However, it was not enough to replace him, Rommel knew the history of the continent from a very young age and knew who the real opponent of the dragon lance hegemony was.

Ten years ago, his father embarked on a journey with countless dragon lance warriors who aspired to achieve glory, aiming for the ancient empire with a history of thousands of years, when the Holy Empire was mired in internal and external troubles, and after hundreds of years of savings, the dragon lance army was more powerful than ever, and all the dragon lance generals were determined to win this war.

But. History has mocked them mercilessly, and even after a terrible start, the Holy Empire has defeated the dynastic army.

The battle plunged countless high-spirited dragon lance generals into despair and depression, and even the Grand Duke of Rome resigned from his military post in disheart after the battle, becoming an increasingly decadent and idle nobleman.

Rommel saw that whenever he saw his father, who had been heroic, was now like a lion with his teeth and claws gone, trapped in the luxurious cage of the Duke's Palace, spending his days drinking and depraving, he felt a nameless karmic fire slowly burning in his heart.

Must defeat the enemy who disgraced his father, the boy clenched his fists and shouted inwardly.

To this end, he worked harder, and under the astonished gaze of others, this young young master, who had the halo of the duke's son on his head, threw himself into the barracks, where he was clothed, fed, housed, and transported like the most ordinary officer, and endured the harshest training.

He became stronger, deeper and colder, and like every famous sword, he tempered himself in blood and fire, waiting for the day when he would be unsheathed.

He moved closer to a true powerhouse, and when he was eighteen years old, a war broke out between the dragon lance and the surrounding principality of Caroli, and he went to war, while the children of the nobles about his age were basically still living in the family greenhouse.

He felt an unprecedented excitement on the dusty battlefield of the golden iron horse, he galloped on the standing horse, spear in hand, and stabbed at those who were as young as him, the hot blood slid down the tip of the spear, and a delicate flower bloomed on the ground behind him, like a red carpet for the victor.

In the war against the Caroli soldiers, his amazing martial arts, outstanding mind, and unique understanding of military affairs were vividly displayed for the first time, which amazed the audience.

With the frequent good news, Rommel's name is known by more and more dragon lance people, looking at his arrogant figure on horseback, the dragon lance soldiers vaguely saw the shadow of the former dragon lance general Duke of Rome.

Yes, he could do it, and even go further, Rommel's gaze swept over the corpses of the enemy soldiers all over the ground, and he looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, which was incomparably blazing.

Confidence germinated in his heart little by little, if there were no accidents, he would continue to rush like this, become another famous general, and decades later, lead the more powerful dragon lance army to embark on a journey to conquer the continent, his name will be written on the monument of dynastic hegemony, like the immortal epic hero Nibelungen, by future generations.

But this self-confidence and ambition collapsed on that day.

On that day, a beautiful maiden, dressed in the same plain military uniform as his, came to his barracks at leisure, stood in front of him, and said to him calmly: "You are the son of old Rome, sorry, from this day onwards, your soldiers are under my control, and if you do not accept it, just challenge me and win the battle." ”

Rommel knew who she was, but the arrogant young man fearlessly chose to attack the other party.

However, in less than a few rounds, the dragon lance youth was cleanly knocked to the ground.

"A weak person like you is not suitable to stay in the barracks, go back to the Duke's Palace, lest you lose the face of our dragon lance in front of the Holy Empire. Before leaving, the girl dropped a sentence.

Weakling?

Rommel fell to the ground, his back to the sky, and munched on the word over and over again.

All his self-confidence and sharpness were completely crushed at that moment.

So, when Constantine uttered that word, he could not suppress the memory of that terrible defeat, and his anger burned in the depths of his eyes like wildfire in the autumn steppes.

What made him even more angry was that the second person in this life to call him a weak person was just a nobody.

Roman, in his rage, calmed down on the surface, and a series of low chanting sounded on the lakeside, and the sound he made was very strange, as if it was a mixture of dozens of different syllables, and the final effect was like a wind blowing from an ancient cave whining.

As he chanted, a huge amount of magic gathered around him, gusts of wind blew past the ears of everyone in the field, and the turquoise Yinmeng Lake rippled in circles as if it had been thrown into dozens of stones, as if it was a sign of something.

Constantine frowned in thought, and he felt that the incantation Rommel was reciting was not a standard magic language, but something else.

"Dragon language magic. Joey at the top of the tower blurted out, "I really can't imagine that this little guy actually has some dragon blood on his body, no wonder he casts spells so fast." ”

Diana frowned and asked, "Is there anything special about this bloodline?"

Joey said: "The dragon is one of the few races that can be born with the use of magic power, this talent can be inherited with the help of bloodline, the biggest characteristic of the inheritor of the dragon bloodline is that when using the lever of magic power, it is rarely necessary to use spiritual power, but to rely on the bloodline to trigger magic resonance, only a small amount of spells can be cast, historically, this kind of caster who relies on the blood of the dragon to mobilize magic is called a dragon warlock." ”

Joey added: "The bloodline is a very powerful lever, and the bloodline of the dragon vein warlock can infinitely amplify their spell casting ability, so it is very rare, and what is even more terrifying is that the dragon vein warlock is the only existence among the casters who can learn the dragon language, which makes their magic power further increased, after all, the magic language transformed by humans, compared with the dragon language, the gap is as big as a wooden stick and an iron sword."