"Oka, Tut, Gombu...... Alan! ”

On the wide, flat training ground, Charles stood with his hands folded and pronounced a personal name clearly. The Thatchi people, whose names were called, responded one after another, and quickly walked out of the large and neat phalanx, lined up at the front.

This includes teenagers.

"You're doing a great job." Charles's voice was gentle and loud enough for everyone to hear, "From tomorrow onwards, you will learn how to ride and manipulate the 'armor' in order to become the elite warriors of the Empire." Good work, boys, don't let your tribe down. ”

What the man said later was mostly words of encouragement to others, but Alain didn't bother to listen to them at all. He still stood straight, his heart racing with excitement, his mind drifting into nowhere.

Of the nearly 3,000 Thatchi people, the boy was not particularly strong, nor was he very strong. It was only with his brain, perseverance, and what his father taught him that he eventually became one of the first soldiers to be recognized—

Not just one in six, but one in a hundred.

This achievement is still insignificant. Countless people have heard his father's name, but no one knows who Alain is. My father will grow old one day, the boy thought to himself, and he will inherit what he has learned and make a name for himself.

When that happens, what should I call myself? He comes from the Grizzly Bear tribe, but "Bear King II" doesn't sound very good - "Ferocious Bear" or "Silvertip Bear" is still a bit dirty, not to mention that in the Kamal language, "bear" means stupid, reckless, or inflexible.

He's not stupid. Alain lay in bed and thought that this was the starting point of his 'adventure', but it was by no means the final destination.

War is never a game. In the great battle a year earlier, both the Imperials and the Thatchians had died; And most of the dead that Alain saw with his own eyes have long since been forgotten by him.

To live is to have a future, and to die is only the past—a past that has so far been lackluster to discard. It didn't belong to him.

The boy fell asleep thinking about this, and woke up punctually as the sun crossed the horizon. He quickly folded the quilt, put on his turquoise shirt and trousers, and trotted all the way to the stable. The man in charge of the horses was older than him, with short hair cut and whiter but coarser skin. When Alain showed the emblem that Charles had bestowed yesterday, he clearly saw envy and admiration on the other party's face.

"You're the first to come." The man took a sturdy brown-black horse and put the reins in his hand, "I've seen your training, and it's not easy. He smiled broadly, "I will pray for you, and the safety of the Empire will depend on you!" ”

The Thatchi themselves, of the Grizzly Bear tribe, are not yet part of the Empire. But there's no need to mention that right now. In any case, he was praised by the people of the empire for his efforts, both Charles and the groom in front of him. That's never been done before.

It would be even more unlikely that he would remain in the tribe and receive 'guidance' from the Elna day after day.

This time, the training site was more remote than the previous days, not too far from the place where Alain first saw the 'Swordfish'. The boy rode along the banner planted in the moor, leaving behind the loess, poplar, and bare date palms. He also spotted a skinny sand hare and tried to chase it for a while until it burrowed into the hole in a fit of rage.

Compared to the winter of a year ago, the wasteland is indeed a little warmer now. Alain remembered that the Empire's emissary blamed the drought on the 'evil rituals' of the Elna, and that the sentinel who had 'guided' him a while ago had more than once rebuked the Empire for misusing its resources to the point of upsetting the fragile balance of the wasteland.

Maybe they all lied and told the truth. The Empire has indeed destroyed the environment, and the Erna have performed some dirty rituals. The wilderness was supposed to belong to all the Saatchi people, the Kamal were uninvited encroachers, and the 'forest people' were naturally no better.

Alain thought as he returned to the path he was supposed to be on. The wind with sand and dust swept across his cheeks, causing the boy to squint. He turned right at the second blue flag, and his destination was soon in sight—

It was a simple and unpretentious square, surrounded by crooked wooden hedges, as inconspicuous as loess and dust. A few brown crows stood at the top of the fence to rest, and when they saw him riding their horses, they quacked and scattered. A gray-black colossus stood in it, its body leaning forward slightly, as if it wanted to devour.

Alain tied his horse to the wooden post by the door, and carefully went around the side into the clearing, looking at the 'armor' from afar. The scene of two weeks ago is still in front of me, and Enlok was still conscious, but he fell into a coma that night and took his last breath the next morning.

"The power to change the times...... Yes. ”

That's what Charles said. As long as such a monster is manipulated, anyone can defeat a battle-hardened warrior. But Alain didn't feel particularly happy. After all, what has become of his sweat and hard work for nearly half a year, and even those respected warriors?

"Afraid of it?" One of them suddenly asked, "Still like it?" ”

Alain followed the sound and turned his head away. About ten meters to his right, a Fritzian stood at some point. The man was two heads shorter than him, with short gray-blue hair and beard, and was dressed in a tall gray military uniform, with a calm and subtle gaze. The boy licked his lips, wondering if it would be another test, as Charles often did.

"You're in charge of my training?" Alain asked, "How did you drive this big guy?" ”

"I am Leto, a soldier of the Grand Duchy of Lorres." The Fritz replied, "As you think, your trainer as well." He turned his gaze to look at the gray giant with the boy, "Now tell me, how do you feel about it?" ”

"I'm ......," Alain took a breath and clenched his fists, "I think it's powerful." I wanted to ride him, but ...... I want to defeat it even more, relying only on my own skills. ”

"That's not an easy task. Not many people can do it. ”

"My father must be able to." Alain argued unconvinced. Some time ago, the teenager gradually learned about the many deeds of his father, the "bear king" of "Brigade", Larum Lenore. On more than one occasion he had imagined how his father would hold the battle axe, avoid all the monster's attacks, and smash it into a mass of scrap metal.

Charles also said that it would take a whole ten armor to defeat the Empire's 'Juggernaut'. As a former companion of Barak Einhardt, one or two "swordfish" were not enough to pose a threat to his father.

Leto walked up to the boy and looked up slightly at the lead nameplate hanging on his chest.

"Alain—I see. King Bear: "Lenore is your father?" ”

"Do you know your father? Or do you know me? If it's the latter, it means that he's finally no longer just 'Larum's child', and the thought makes Alain excited, "My father has taught me his tricks, and one day I can become stronger than him!" ”

"I've been mentioned to him, and you, Alain of the Grizzly Clan." Leto did not respond to the second half of the teenager's words, "As far as I know, Lenoll doesn't like war. I don't think he'd approve of you coming here, would he? ”

That's not what Alain wants to hear. He straightened his face and pursed his lips to make himself look more mature.

"Father is father, and I am me. I have my own choice. He wanted to say it was his adventure, but he felt that the word was a little inappropriate, "Actually, I was the first to come here, so I should have done a good job, right?" ”

The Fritz nodded, then shook his head again.

"You're excellent, there's no doubt about it. But Lenoll has more than just power. If you want to target that person, hard work and hard work are not enough. He waved his hand, interrupting the young man's unspoken questioning, "We'll talk about that when we have time, they're coming." ”

Behind him came the neighing of horses and the sound of footsteps from far and near. It was his 'comrades-in-arms' this time, the best warriors from the many tribes of the wasteland—among them was the hunter of the Grizzly Bear tribe, Thut, who was three years older than him.

This made him proud of his clan, but he was also disappointed that he had not been able to become the undisputed 'number one in the clan'.

"Hey, you came here so early by yourself, I'm afraid you didn't sleep all night, right?" Roken of the Frostwolf Clan patted him the shoulder, as he had done at the training ground, "This is our new instructor, a fish-man?" ”

It would be unwise to look down on Leto just from the fact that he knew his father, the boy thought to himself. The Thatchi people have never been 'weak', but Charles taught them that strength and weakness are often not only physical.

"It's the Fritz, Roken." Alain whispered, "Don't forget, they made the swordfish. ”

The Thatchman, who was a little stronger than the boy, shrugged his shoulders and said no more. Alain stole a glance at Leto, and the Fritz winked at him silently, or maybe it was just his delusion.

After another quarter and a half of hours, when thirty men stood in two neat columns, the soldiers reopened their mouths.

"I'm Leto Rudin, your next trainer." The Fritz cleared his throat and threw another glance at the boy, "You don't have to learn how it's made, you don't have to figure out why it moves. He pointed to the colossus with his thumb, "Just sit in it and let the spirit and armor become one, and you can manipulate it like your own body." ”

"Since I'm telling you, why do you want to do all this troublesome thing." One of the bald warriors shouted, "Give it to us, and tell us where the enemy is, whether to live or to die!" ”

Leto looked calmly at the person speaking, not saying a word, until the other person slowly lowered his head.

"The young people in your tribe can only be qualified to go to the battlefield after passing the internal test." "The amount of armor is limited," he said. Just prove to me what you are capable of—prove that you are truly strong—and you will be able to get it. ”

The surroundings gradually calmed down, and it was clear that Leto's explanation had some effect. But the boy felt that the Fritzians seemed to be hiding something—at least not telling the whole truth.

"Well, in the order in which we got here. Alain, you're the first. ”

The boy swallowed, felt the gaze gathering behind him, and walked out of the queue with a hint of unease. He stood at the foot of the giant tower-like 'swordfish' and looked up at its face.

A round ball was placed in his hand. It looked like it was made of rock, a little rough, heavy to the touch, with a heat that was just not hot to the hand, and a slight red glow flowing.

"Charles told me you've seen it move." Leto's voice came from beside him, "Imagine you entering its body. Let its hands and feet be your hands and feet, and its senses as your senses. Then let it move forward, turn, and attack as it did then. ”

Alain shuddered slightly. He looked back at the Colossus, trying not to imagine it suddenly slashing at him with a sword, or rushing straight at it. He even had the hope that he wasn't the first—that even if something happened, it wasn't at least him who suffered.

But he couldn't give up this glory. That's the nature of the Thatch, he thought.

Removing the shadow left by Enlok, what the Fritzians said is indeed not difficult. Alain closed his eyes, imagining the Colossus in battle while letting consciousness override his body.

He is already quite skilled in the latter. Since leaving the clan, the boy has never been left behind in the practice of 'rage'. As he exhaled and breathed, Alain seemed to see red chains poking out from inside the stone ball, holding his hands, and the other end stretched into the distance—

The temperature on his hands vanished, and his body floated into the air like a feather, and was slammed into the Colossus. There was darkness all around, and the original five senses were cut off in an instant. Alain subconsciously wanted to exclaim and struggle, but stopped at the last moment.

Because he 'looked' at Alain.

The young man's body was in front of him, his hands clasped together, and his head bowed, not more than a third of his height. He was surrounded by whispering warriors of his kind, and he could hear every word they said and see the expressions on their faces. It didn't take much more teaching or thinking for him to understand how to control his body as if it were an instinct carved into his soul.

'He' tried to raise his hand, then put it down. Turn around, move forward, then go back. He felt the joints and limbs clearly, and knew what they could do—

Not as soft and flexible as humans, but faster, more precise, and with incomparable strength.

He picked up speed and glided around the field. The huge body split the air, and the dust and sand rushed to his face, but it didn't make him feel a little uncomfortable. He swept over the edge of the square, his blade screeching, splitting a grass target through it.

Alain turned around and stopped. The Thatchs did not cheer, but their eyes were full of longing. That's enough.

"Well done." Leto clapped his hands, "Now, go back to where you came from, and imagine leaving it and entering your own body." ”

He did as he was told. After a momentary feeling of weightlessness that made him dizzy, Alain regained his body once again. He clenched his fists, waved his arms, and after confirming that he was all right, he turned his gaze to the soldiers in front of him.

"Okay, right?"

"For the first time, you're talented." Leto nodded and commented, "Now for the next one." ”

The same practice continued until noon, and as far as Alain was concerned, no one did it better than him. Many people get stuck in the 'in' step, and some can't get back. Several of the rest wanted to imitate him—the best of them cut two hedges, knocking four of them into the next four.

Lunch was a uniform distribution of bread and broth, which tasted pretty good and was enough. Alain just ate a few bites at random. Being too full will make people feel less reactive and drowsy, which will not be conducive to his subsequent performance.

The content of the afternoon is similar to that of the morning, except that it is changed to a group of two. According to the Fritzians, it takes a lot of energy to control the 'Swordfish', and two people must alternate to achieve the mission of long-distance travel.

Alain's teammate was Roken, which was quite satisfying. The warriors of the frost wolf are nine years older than him, and their strength is not bad, and they have told him many stories about the past of their 'father'. The boy's favorite part was the part where he slays the dragon, even though his father told him that it was just a wurm that had lived too long, not a real dragon.

The results of the training are the same. Alain gave the other party a little bit of his knack, and Rowan learned quickly. He even tried to just take care of the movement of the armor, leaving the 'fins' in Roken's hands. When doing so, the boy could vaguely feel the other party's thoughts - there was a competitive desire to catch up with him, but there was no malice.

"When I really go to the battlefield, I hope I can still be with you." After returning to his body, Alain told the other party, "You reassure me. ”

The warrior of the frost wolf punched him, which was an affirmation of his strength, "Me too. With you, I feel like I'll be lucky! ”

Evening came imperceptibly. One by one, the warriors mounted their horses and returned to their belongings. Alain did not leave immediately, he watched the rest of the people go away one by one, then turned around and waited for the Fritz soldiers to come to him.

"What do you want to ask?" Leto looked at him calmly, "Your father's business?" ”

Alain shook his head. He's already heard quite a few stories, and the question can be put to the end. He had more important things to worry about.

"Why give us the armor? Since there are not enough of them, wouldn't it be more advantageous to let your own people manipulate them? ”

The Fritzians clasped their hands on their chests. "Are you suspicious of the Empire's intentions?"

"No...... No. Anyway, it's not a good idea to question your employer," I just think ......

The Fritzians chuckled.

"Sometimes, it's not a bad thing to think too much. Have you ever heard of a golem? ”

Alain struggled to search for his own memories, mostly what his father had taught. “…… A magical puppet made by a wizard? ”

"That's right, the magic armor is similar to the golem. Instead of using souls from the inner realms, it uses human souls that are easier to obtain and more easy to control. In other words, you. ”

“…… Why Us? ”

"A strong body is more likely to give birth to a strong soul. And compared to the Empire's battle array swordsmanship, your fighting style is more compatible with it. To put it bluntly, the Thatchi are just better. ”

The boy fell silent. Leto came closer, squinting at his face.

"Scared?"

Alain didn't nod or shake his head. "So what will happen to me?"

"Your souls are one with it. If it is destroyed, you may not die, but at least you will be seriously injured. ”

If you don't lose the battle, it's fine. "If I'm destroyed, then I'm going to die."

Leto seemed to anticipate his reply, "It also has insurance against getting out of control." If I want, I can take over its actions from the outside. ”

It's not like something to say to him. The teenager was even a little suspicious that Leto wanted to scare him into giving up the job. "You're not lying to me?"

"Guaranteed by your father's honor."

Strange assurances, or rather, is this a Fritzian tradition? "Can you control it from killing itself?"

The Fritzians shook their heads and sneered.

"Nothing can be done other than to disconnect the manipulator's control of the armor. As long as it's close enough, I can't stop you from returning to your body. Leto Rudin shrugged his shoulders, as if to say to himself, "Honestly, I think Your Majesty should be satisfied with this kind of change in the legacy of the previous era." ”

I see. Barbares didn't trust them, but that was a matter of course. And it seems that perhaps because of his father, the Fritz people in front of him look the other way to him. That was enough—no matter what, he didn't even think about going back to the clan with his tail between his legs and facing the stinky face of the Elna people again.

"But you trust me." Alain grinned.

"Because I'm just like you." Leto replied, "Fritz and Saatchi." ”

The Thatchians were not vassals of the Empire. The boy wanted to answer like this, but found it difficult to say it reasonably, "What do you want to tell me?" ”

"I can't always be your instructor. As for you, how long are you going to be an Imperial soldier? ”

Alain raised his hand and brought it in front of him, stroking the thick calloused in his palm with his thumb.

"Until I find something more worthwhile to do—a more suitable adventure for me."

"Maybe you'll find it soon."

"May time bear witness to this." The boy used an Elner saying, which reminded him of his father again, "You said before that Daddy is more than just powerful. So what else does he have? ”

The Fritzians straightened their faces. He wasn't going to joke, Alain realized.

"Luck." Leto Rudin said, "Lenore is a child of destiny. As for you, I'm not sure yet. ”

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