The caravan guards fell one after another, and the bodies of the bandits were on display!

When I slashed down the fourth enemy in front of me, I found that more than 30 bandits had been killed or wounded!

The cross sword in my hand is still sharp, and to be honest, I am very surprised that this cross sword passed down to me by my father is as sharp as clay, and it is better than the half-sword I used when I was a servant before!

Uncle Peter, Knight Lake, and Knight Bill are still with me, and there are three caravan guards left, all of whom are injured to varying degrees. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seven rogue knights stood twenty paces away, and yes, they were all dismounted.

Seven against seven, it's the final battle!

I held the sword in both hands, and there was blood on my hands!

Uncle Peter threw away his helmet and his head was scattered like an angry lion!

Seven rogue knights screamed and rushed over!

"Ahh

Uncle Peter killed the rogue knight in front of him in a single sight, and when he saw me being kicked down by a rogue knight, I was in critical condition!

Uncle Peter knocked the rogue knight to the ground from the side!

Bill Knight is besieged by two rogue knights, and when life and death are at stake, it is difficult to parry!

Two of the three caravan guards have been killed!

Uncle Peter and I hurried to help, and together with Knight Bill, we killed the two rogue knights, and Knight Lake and the only remaining caravan guard worked together to kill one rogue knight.

In the end, the two rogue knights were wounded, and they turned and ran, only to be chased by Uncle Peter and slashed with two swords!

"W-wh

I gasped for breath, felt a pang of weakness, and fell to my knees, unable to even hold my sword.

By the time I recovered, the sun was almost setting, and the strong smell of blood on the battlefield would attract a large number of wolves, me, Uncle Peter, Knight Lake, Knight Bill, and the surviving leader of the caravan guard named Jórdoff.

The five of us bandaged our wounds, searched the battlefield, collected the bloodstained dinars, and drove on with a wagon of wounded Georgdorf and Lake, loaded with food and some valuables captured.

We burned the goods of the caravan and the corpses of Adams and others, hoping that they would rest in heaven and never suffer from the horrors of war again.

As for the corpses of bandits and rogue knights, they were laid on the moor.

I have to say that they are really poor enough, I searched for a long time, and I didn't find any weapons and equipment that could be seen, none of which were inferior to the leather armor and long sword on my body.

The crossbows were carefully collected, a total of seventeen bows and crossbows, and the other valuable ones were twenty-two lean horses found near the battlefield.

There were quite a few dinars, mostly from the dead men in the caravan and Adams, and after we had divided them, I had thirty-two kinnars, fifteen imperial silvernars, forty Saarion silvernars, and sixty Winston silvernars, and as for the large and small dinars, the rough number was about a thousand.

This was the first real battle I experienced, and I finally stopped relying on someone else's protection and relied on my own long sword to fight!

Because of the wounded and the fact that everyone was very tired after the life-and-death battle, we did not go far, but found a leeward cave three miles away from the battlefield, and rested while it was still dark.

After dark, I was in charge of the first half of the night's vigil.

Chewing on air-dried meat and bread in my mouth, I stroked my father's cross-sword with my hand, which was really sharp and could effortlessly split through the enemy's leather armor and weapons in today's battle!

The body of the sword reflected a silver light in the light of the moon and firelight, and as I touched the sword, I remembered my father who had been murdered by a conspiracy, the pain of being away from home at a young age, the horror of the past few days, the faithful Uncle Sauron, and the Uncle Joy who had been left behind......

Two lines of tears ran down my cheeks and dripped onto the crosssword, and I noticed that my tears flowed onto a pink gemstone shard set in the center of the hilt of the cross-sword, and the gem shard immediately glowed a faint red!

I was taken aback, but I didn't open my mouth to call out to my sleeping companion.

I stared straight into the glowing shards of pink gemstones, the red light burrowing into me, and an old voice sounded in my head!

"Young man, your tears can awaken my remaining memories that have been sleeping in the fragments of the Dragon's Tears Gem, and this is enough to prove your identity as an ancient dragonborn!"

Before I could recover from my astonishment, I heard the old voice continue:

"I feel that the dragonborn aura on your body is very weak, and you need to find enough dragon tear gem fragments or a complete dragon tear gem to activate the dragon bloodline in your body. ”

"You must activate the dragon bloodline as soon as possible, because I also feel another bloodline from your body, it is not a dragon, it is not a human, it has a hint of mystery, it is very dangerous!"

"If you fail to activate either of these two bloodlines before the age of twenty, then your body will not be able to withstand the consequences of the bloodlines clash and will explode to death, of course, if you practice diligently and become a strong knight, you may be able to survive for a few more months. ”

I did not say a word, but said silently in my heart:

"My father wasn't a mighty warrior either, but he was over forty years old when he died, and he was always in good health!"

The old voice didn't reply to me immediately, and my mind cleared for a moment, and I heard only the small sound of the fire burning beside me.

It was a while before the old voice continued to sound.

"Forgive me for checking your memories, young man, your mother turned out to be a Noldor Elf! and your father, he is indeed an Elder Dragonborn, but in fact most Dragonborns do not know their identity"

"Why is that?" I asked, my father hadn't really mentioned any Elder Dragonborn bloodlines to me, and my mother, who seemed to be a distant memory, had died when I was two years old, and I hadn't yet traveled into this world.

"After more than ten generations of inheritance, the bloodline of the ancient dragonborn has almost completely integrated into the human bloodline, and only when you meet a partner who also has the ancient bloodline, the child born has a certain chance of awakening the dragonborn bloodline!"

The old man's voice seemed a little excited, and he continued.

"My soul has been sleeping for hundreds of years, and during this period, there are less than 100 dragonborns who have successfully awakened under my guidance! They have all been annihilated in history now, young man, I can hardly feel the breath of the dragon clan on the Pande continent, the strange combination of the two ancient bloodlines on your body may be the last hope for the inheritance of the dragon bloodline!"

"But I don't want to be the hope of the dragons, I just want to live and grow up

Get stronger, and then get revenge on your dear uncle Harengus!"

Two lives, I was not bewitched by the voice of the old man, the strong people on the continent emerged one after another, and even they failed to pass on the bloodline of the dragon clan, not to mention me, you must know that my current situation is no different from that of a lost dog!

"Stupid! Young man, do you know what it means to be an ancient dragonborn? As long as you awaken the dragon bloodline, you can become a dragon-blooded warrior in no time! You should know the strength of the dragon-blooded warrior! At that time, isn't it just a trivial matter to seek revenge on your uncle?"

I'm in good spirits, Dragonblood Warrior!

Dragon-blooded warrior I certainly know that this is one of the most powerful beings on the Pander continent!

Among the Royal Knights of various countries, there are high-ranking dragon blood warrior masters, Livingston King Rowston is a well-known hero in the country, and the last Grand Master of the Falcon Knights, Knight Wren, is a powerful dragon blood warrior!

Dragon-blooded warriors are rare, and according to legend, only those with noble bloodlines or who have experienced the test of life and death in many wars can awaken the ancient bloodline in their bodies and become dragon-blooded warriors.

As far as I know, there are less than ten dragon-blooded warriors left in the kingdom of Livingston!

Each one is a high-ranking general or a great lord!

"Young man, you still have three years to go, if you can't awaken the dragon bloodline within three years, you will definitely die! The energy stored in this fragment of dragon tears gem is about to run out, and I will appear again when you find the complete dragon tear gem..."

After the old voice finished speaking, those red lights drilled out of my body and gradually dissipated into the air!

I now know that the pink gemstone fragment that was originally embedded in the cross-sword was called the Dragon's Tear Gem Fragment.

Perhaps it was because of the Dragon's Tear Gem that this cross-sword was so sharp.

I only have three years, and if I can't awaken the dragon bloodline within three years, my revenge plan will end in the bloodline clash and die violently!

I didn't say anything all night, and in the middle of the night I woke up Uncle Bill to keep a vigil for him, and after the shift I fell asleep on the futon that lay on the floor, holding my crosssword.

After another three days, we have traveled a long way along the coastline of the North Sea.

The journey was uneventful, except for the loss of two lean horses by wolves, the three-day journey was dull and boring, and the robbers and bandits who roamed the Great Wasteland seemed to have huddled in their nests for the winter.

The snow was very strong, the carriage was not moving fast, and according to the words of the surviving leader of the caravan guard, Jórdoff, we were about to enter the territory of the Kingdom of Sarion.

"Uncle Peter, what will we do next after we visit Mr. Lumier in Biglen?" I asked, as I mounted on my horse, to Uncle Peter, who was beside me.

Uncle Peter paused for a moment and said, "Reina, Monsieur Lumier is a close friend of the old baron, and I will try to persuade him to sponsor you to go to the royal city of Sarion for a better education." ”

"And then, become a knight?" I shook my head, if I wasn't some combination of the Elder Dragonborn bloodline and the Noldor elven bloodline, this might be the best ending.

"Uncle Peter, my father must have died in a conspiracy!"

"Reina, I believe it, but—" Uncle Peter couldn't go on.

I slowly pulled out the cross-sword I was carrying on my back, holding the sword as if I felt endless power, this power was calling me to become stronger and stronger, to become a dragon-blooded warrior!

"Uncle Peter, I have to be worthy of the dead, father, Uncle Sauron, and Uncle Joey, and if I don't take revenge, I, Rainer Walden, will be damned!" I made a small cut in the back of my left hand with my sword, and blood slowly flowed out!

"Reina!" Uncle Peter looked at me with a complicated expression.

Bill, too, stopped and looked at me.

I raised my sword and let the blood drip to the ground.

"I'm going to get stronger and stronger, and I'm going to slaughter Harengus with my own hands!"

With that, I bandaged it and galloped forward!

Ahead, the border checkpoint of the Kingdom of Sarion is already in sight!

When I passed through the checkpoint, I was a little surprised by the severity of the checkpoint, the border checkpoint was very large, like a town, and there were originally two brigades of more than 300 Salionite soldiers stationed in it, in addition to some civilians inhabited, a few days ago suddenly three brigades of soldiers came, and the barracks were crowded.

There was an inn at the checkpoint, and the first floor of the inn was a tavern, so we left our horses and went to the tavern to inquire about the news.

I drank the not-so-tasty sweet ale, munched on a salted salad, and listened to the mercenaries in the tavern.

Jórdf, a mercenary and seasoned tavern environment, weaves through the crowd and returns shortly after to report to the four of us.

It turns out that the reason for the massive increase in troops at this outpost came from the Great Heath, to be exact, from Boris, the notorious rogue knight leader of the Great Wasteland, 'Sir Raven'.

Boris, a former Praetorian Guard of the Kingdom of Sarion, received a huge bribe by freeing two captive Imperial nobles during a battle with the Empire!

After the matter was revealed, Boris fled to the Great Wasteland with the bribes he had extorted, and after several years of painstaking development, he gradually became one of the best figures in the Great Wasteland!

According to rumors circulating in the tavern, there are at least five hundred rogue knights under the command of 'Sir Raven' Boris!

He proclaimed himself a knight and built a castle in a village in the Great Wilderness (the Great Wilderness is not all wasteland, there are some primitive villages, mostly inhabited by refugees)

This annoyed the Kingdom of Sarion, because Boris's castle was less than a hundred miles from the border of Sarion!

Boris's actions also angered the lord of Darlonburg, Viscount Eld, who had defected from his command five years earlier!

Viscount Eld, as the commander of the northern part of the Kingdom of Sarion, quickly gathered his troops and sent three more brigades of soldiers to Baron Fred, the lord and border guard of Biglen Town, and ordered Baron Fred to exterminate the 'Raven Sir 'Sir 'Boris' entrenched in the Great Wasteland.

And it is not surprising that these mercenaries, who have flocked to the border when they smell the rumors of war.

"I see. "I nodded, this Boris is a little arrogant, even if he is the overlord of the Great Wasteland, I don't think he can stop the regular army of the Kingdom of Sarion.

Just then, the door to the tavern was pushed open, and the light illuminated the dimly lit tavern.

A dozen Salionite infantrymen lined up with halberds, and an officer dressed as a knight walked straight towards us, and next to him was the sergeant major who had just checked our luggage.

"Is there anything wrong, sir?" said Uncle Peter, who had a kind face, smiled and greeted him.

"I am the commander of this outpost, Knight Kidd. ”

Knight Kidd smiled and patted Uncle Peter's arm.

"My subordinates said that the caravan you protected had a battle with the rogue knights, and that more than twenty rogue knights' horses had been captured, could you tell me more about the situation?" Kidd pulled out his chair and sat down, and said in a serious tone:

"Lord Baron is about to go to war with Boris, the leader of the Rogue Knights, and we need more information about the Rogue Knights. ”

"Because of this, we already told your subordinates when we were just interrogated, but I'm more than willing to tell you again. Uncle Peter smiled and recounted the whole battle.

"So you've killed fifty-one rogue knights?!"

After hearing this, Knight Kidd was a little surprised by our record, after all, according to the intelligence, there are only more than 500 rogue knights under the command of 'Sir Raven' Boris, which is equivalent to one-tenth of his troops!