I, Roland Lewis. Born in 88 in a remote territory, my father's name was Ceylon Louis, and he was the Grand Highness of the Kingdom of Louis, but I don't know why he was sent to Blair Territory as a prince. "Blair" comes from the holy saying, which means brave and strong. Legend has it that a tribe of the Terrans gathered here, who were brave and faithful, and followed the saints, fierce beasts and ancient races to fight in battle, and made indelible contributions to the rise of mankind. But in the final battle, the elite of this Terran tribe was lost, leaving the old, weak, women and children, although at first the Terran tribes took good care of them, but as time went on and the strife within the Terran tribe, gradually this tribe disappeared, leaving only the place where they once lived, the Blair Mountains. The Blair Mountains are towering all around, basically cliffs, and there is a huge basin in the middle, which is the main body of Blair's territory, there is only one canyon between the basin and the outside world, and there is a fortress at the end of the canyon, and it is also said that in the era of the rest of the sages, it used to be the base camp of the human race, because the Blair Basin is rich in a metal, he can greatly improve the quality of equipment, so in order to ensure the needs of the war, it has become a key place for the human race, but after the war, this metal has not been found in the Blair Basin。 Although time has passed and the Blair Basin has long since been lost, the size and configuration of the fortress is still top-notch in the entire continent of Saloran, thanks to the fact that many of the facilities at that time were permanent.

"Roland, how familiar is the history of Blair's domain?"

"Uncle Yuwen, why did you say that Blair's territory became a place where bandits and thieves were rampant, didn't the book say that every place related to the Sage was a place where thousands of people admired. ”

"Roland, you must know that at that time, there were tens of thousands of races that fought with the Sage, and many of them perished in the Holy War, no matter how much credit they made, they have been drowned in history, and the place they vacated can only be left for future generations, after all, everyone still has to live. Some of the original races of the Holy Land have perished, but his resources, his value, are still there, so that he will be occupied by the remaining races and given the name of the Holy Land. And like Blair's territory, the original race is gone, the resources are also depleted, and it will cost a lot to occupy it, and over time, no big force will care about him. You get the idea. ”

"That means no one cares about him. And bandits and thieves are like paradise here, because there are fortresses outside that are easy to defend and hard to attack, and there are Blair Mountains everywhere you can escape, right?"

"That's pretty much it. Alright, that's all for the morning class. By the way, it's your sixth birthday in a few days, what kind of gift do you want, Roland. ”

"I want to take a day off, okay?"

"What do you think?"

"Okay, goodbye, Uncle Yuwen...... woo woo......"

"Hey~ Roland, it's not that your dad and uncles are ruthless, it's that time is too urgent, we can only let you grow up as soon as possible. After confirming that I was leaving, Yuwen Baixiao looked at the direction I left and whispered, his tone full of unbearability and helplessness.

"Roland, where are your kid's legs swinging, how many times have you said it, you have to concentrate when practicing. Don't you know what it means to concentrate!" Whenever the lunch break was over, Bronna's rough voice would sound in the school grounds of the Prince's Palace. And I could only silently endure the scorching afternoon sun and Bron's various picks, once I also resisted, disobedient, but in the end in exchange for another kind of inhuman torture, my father only said one sentence after knowing it, "I deserve it." From then on, I knew that resistance was futile. There is a magical place in Blair, the sun is always shining for a period of time in the afternoon, even if it was pouring rain before, it is always hot and painful at this time, which is why the Terran tribe was so good at fighting in the past, and why it was so depressed after that.

"What are you thinking?Legs, right leg, raise a little more, haven't eaten enough at noon?Stand up straight!" Uncle Bron's eyes were still fierce, as if the scorching sun had no effect on him. There is no magic, no fighting spirit, and there is no so-called invincible existence on the continent of Saloran. Even the original Sage had to rely on the support of the Terran races to win the war. On the Saloran continent, people have only one cultivation method, the external training of the body, the internal connection of the spirit, and finally the resonance of the spirit and the spirit, when the spirit and the spirit resonate, people will emit a halo, called the Sauron index. According to the color, it is divided from low to high, in order of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and then the seven colors coexist, and finally turn white, but emit a faint white halo on the body surface. The first seven orders are divided into upper, middle and lower three levels, each major level is a qualitative leap, the higher, the better the fit with the spirit, the stronger the strength that can be played. Of course, the halo can converge in the body in a non-combat state and does not exist all the time. Just like Uncle Bron, don't look at him as rude and unkempt as usual, but when he was fighting, his aura reached the existence of the upper level of the green order, and when dealing with ordinary people, he relied on himself to collect as much as he could.

"Well, today's performance is not bad, and you can call it a day after squatting for half an hour, anyway, little Roland, it will be your sixth birthday in a few days, what kind of gift do you want, Uncle Bron will prepare it for you." ”

"The devil is talking to you. I silently despised in my heart. I still remember talking casually before, the original 4,000-meter jogging turned into 8,000 meters, and in the end, I didn't finish the run, and I had to be dragged back like a dead dog.

"Hey~ Shizi nephew, don't be shy, just say it, your Uncle Bronn will definitely do it for you, think about it again, what do you want." ”

I want to say, dare to say it. Hey~ I can only silently despise him in my heart.

"Since you're embarrassed to speak, it means that you don't want it, hey~ The nephew of the prince is really too considerate of your Uncle Bron, hahaha!! Okay, seeing that you are acting so well, let you go back early today" After speaking, Uncle Bronn turned around and walked away in stride. But I didn't dare to go, the last time he lied to me like this, and then he came back, saying that I didn't practice well, and he was punished for standing for half an hour, woo woo, this unscrupulous uncle.

"Roland, tell your father about the art of war. "In the evenings, it's my father's teaching of the art of war and tactics, but it's the one I hate the most. Uncle Yuwen often only asks for a rough note, while Uncle Bronn is a pure coolie, but when he comes to his father, he can't make a mistake. It's boring and hard to remember. In my father's words, you can only use the most basic things by memorizing them in a pinch.

"The art of war is the method and strategy of using soldiers to fight and deceive thousands of troops. With its own minimum loss, to achieve their own expected purpose. ”

"Then how can we use the art of war and use it well?"

"The implementation of the art of war mainly has a caster and an implementer, which requires them to cooperate with the fastest and most tacit understanding. ”

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