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"Cowards, are you capable of this, where has your strength gone?"

"Listen to my commands, stab!"

From afar, a middle-aged man with a full beard and a disheveled head was training a group of teenagers to use swords.

"What a bunch of." You have not inherited the little genes left by your ancestors, so you will only become the prey of the enemy, a headless corpse left in the darkness, and your blood will be the best nourishment for this continent, a bunch of useless things!"

The middle-aged man scolded with a sigh of anger. The young men were in their twenties and teens, but they were all very athletic, they were all wearing armor and holding long swords made of deep iron and silver. At this time, they were all discouraged, looking at each other, and did not dare to speak.

"You don't deserve to be a good warrior," the middle-aged man said, picking up a casting hammer in his hand and smashing it at the head of a young man. This scene stunned everyone. Although it was only a small iron hammer, the power in the hands of this middle-aged man was like a catastrophe, as if it was about to crush the entire earth. Seeing this, the young man hurriedly used his sword to block the blow, which was like a thunderbolt.

With a crisp sound, the casting hammer fell on the sword, and it was instantly shattered by the strength of Jinba, not broken but the entire sword was shattered, like powder, and the wind blew and dispersed.

At this time, some of the young people around were already sitting on the ground, gasping heavily, and there were beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down their foreheads, and they were frightened by this blow, and they were shocked by this blow. And the young man who had suffered this blow had his pupils dilated at this time, as if he had encountered a wild beast, and he had never felt that death had ever been so close to him as he was today. The sword crumbs were scattered on the leather boots he was wearing, but he was glad that he was still alive under such a strong blow, and he was not hurt at all, but if they saw a small mountain a few kilometers away shattered, he would definitely be even more frightened, and even peed his pants on the spot.

"What are you still doing standing there, get out of here and get a sword to practice, and then look at the stunned young people around you, you are the same, see what hurry up and practice "What a bunch of rubbish!" the middle-aged man roared.

If you take part in that great war that destroys the world, all of you can only serve as cannon fodder, destined to be lambs to the slaughter. As he spoke, the middle-aged man stared into the distance, his expression became slightly more solemn, and his eyes became deeper, as if he remembered the shocking catastrophe of the year, and remembered those dead comrades-in-arms and relatives. Then he looked at the group of young people wielding their swords there, and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, there was a burst of neighing of horses at the gate of the hammer camp, and a group of knights in silver armor stopped at the door of the hammer camp, there were about a hundred people, all of them dismounted neatly, led by a man wearing white armor and with silver and white feathers on his shoulders, with a strong figure and a heroic appearance, and his gestures showed the glory of being a knight, arrogant but not rude, at this time he walked into the camp with a bundle of scroll bags in his hand, and the hundred knights behind him all stood respectfully in place and did not move。

The middle-aged man from the camp also stood up and walked over to him. Before he could get closer, the hammer man suddenly burst out with an infinite battle intent, the source force rotated rapidly around him at this time, like a tornado storm, with a heavy power, three steps forward, jumped high, the small casting hammer in his hand had already been thrown aside, replaced by a giant hammer with dragon teeth as the handle, solid black crystal as the hammer head, the wheel over the head of the heavy downward smash, as if the gods descended to earth, the crystal dragon hammer with the source power like the white helmet knight smashed in the face, the young people standing aside to practice the sword were in a daze at this time, staring at all this happening in front of them, the power of this hammer does not know how much more than the fury just now, Everyone pinched a handful of sweat for the white-helmeted man, this blow did not have any restraint at all, and if it hit the body, there was only one result and he would definitely die.

Seeing this, the white-helmeted man did not flinch at all, but smiled faintly, and a majestic source power also roared out of his body, and a long sword with white light appeared in his hand, and stabbed forward faintly, and white light emitted from the sword body like a white dragon to meet the giant hammer that was splitting at the slash.

With a bang, the whole land was shaken, and two powerful powers collided together, rolling up layers of wild sand, engulfing the entire camp like a monstrous wave, and all the young people in the camp opened their mouths wide, some were holding their heads, and silently said I don't want to die so early, and some were just ready to kill themselves with knives.

After the impact of energy, the layers of earth waves gradually dissipated, gradually revealing two vague figures, one tall and strong, and the other heroic and martial. At this time, the two of them had already put away their fighting intentions, staring at each other, and both of them laughed. The young people around were also amazed by what happened. At this time, the two of them also laughed loudly, arrogant.

"Sam, you're still as imposing as a rainbow" The white-helmeted man smiled and said, "Haha, you're the same as always, but I feel that your secret power is much thicker than before" "Don't be complimenting me, haha" The hundred people outside the camp were also confused at this time, they had never seen a white-helmeted man call him a brother like this, and the group of young people in the camp were also very confused, and the person who was scolding just now suddenly became much gentler, which was really incomprehensible.

"Alright, let's not say hello either, I'm here today with the baron's orders," he said, opening the sheepskin scroll in his hand and reaching out to Sam.

"Take a good look at it for yourself," Sam took the scroll and read it carefully. "What? Sauron's eldest son was ambushed and killed?" This... How can it be... Confused, Sam picked up the scroll in his hand and re-read it word by word, for fear of missing a word, and kept reading silently, "This is impossible, this is impossible." "You must be joking" "Sam, I don't want to believe that this happened, but it's true, the man sent to bring back the body of Sauron's eldest son, and it was terrible to see. ”

The white-helmeted man also choked up as he spoke. "And the red eye has reappeared?But why did he make a move on the son of Sauron?" I don't know the reason for this, there are still many things under investigation, and this matter has already alarmed Baron Terra" "What about Sauron now?" Sam asked with concern. "The state is not very ideal, very manic, vowing to bloody the beast royal family and avenge his son" "Another thing to do today is to inform you to attend the funeral of Sauron's eldest son, there will be many people who will come, and when we see Sauron discussing with him."

"It seems that the peace is about to be broken, and war should not be far off. "You and I both know that there will be such a day, some people always want to provoke war for no reason and satisfy their selfish desires, this time I am afraid that there will be forces from all sides to take advantage of this matter and create a lot of panic,"

The conversation between the two made the people around them listen to a palpitation. "Sam, I'm still back to Traborough, please remember to attend the funeral of the Son of Sauron on time, and take care of yourself," the White Helmet Knight said as he turned around and walked towards the outside of Hammer Camp, walked over to a white warhorse, and jumped on horseback with a slight leap. The hundred men behind them also got on their horses neatly and swiftly, twisted the reins, and a burst of neighing resounded through the heavens and the earth, and disappeared outside the camp and at the end of the road.

Sam stood alone in the camp without saying a word, the news he had just received from the parchment scroll was so terrible that he could not calm down for a long time, this incident would become the fuse for many great events in the future, and it might be used by those who had bad intentions, and war would be imminent.

It's just that the death of the son of Sauron is too big a blow to him, as a few powerful combat forces in the human race, Sam's name has resounded throughout the Karen continent and even among other continental ethnic groups There are legends about this "uncle", the two ghost kings of the soul dead clan alone, one person killed all the 5 mercenary groups of the blood war clan, and entered the dragon's lair alone to find the dragon's blood, all kinds of brilliant achievements made the world give him a name called "Hammer God Sam", he and Zoro and the white helmet knight are called the three emperors of the human race. The three of them are also friends who have experienced the baptism of life and death. The first time the son of Sauron held a sword was he personally taught, and he was half a teacher, watching him grow up little by little, but now he was mercilessly attacked and killed, and died without dignity at all. It's like your own child dying.

Sam clenched the dragon's tooth hammer in his hand, although he had experienced a hundred battles, he had seen too many deaths and partings, he had lost too many people, friends and people he loved in the war, he was a tough guy, but at this time he rubbed his eyes, wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, yes, the god Sam also wept, he had not shed a single tear before, in the face of these situations, he was calm and calm, making people feel as ruthless as a bloodless machine, this is the best gift under the grinding of war but at the same time it is also the biggest flaw。 Perhaps because he had been away from the war and strife for too long, a peaceful life could easily make people more sensitive and nervous, but this time Sam really felt the pain of loss, and this pain made an admired figure quietly cry.

Everyone looked at the "uncle" in front of him, including the apprentices he taught, and watched him mourn alone, his eyes closed and his hands folded, and he kept repeating an ancient scripture alone, as if he were performing some kind of transcendent ritual. Eventually, Sam got down on one knee and bent down deeply to pay his last respects. The moment he stood up, in the eyes of others, it was like a god of war waking up from his sleep, accompanied by a stream of source power, and even the surrounding air was stirred by him. The coercion spread to all sides, and everyone couldn't move as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and a trace of fear was born in their hearts. It took a long time for this coercion to disappear.

Sam also recovered from his grief at this time, as a strong man, he cannot indulge in the pain of the past but must look forward bravely, otherwise he will be swallowed up by the long river of "the past", and the road must continue to walk, Sam knows the truth of this.

"All the young men assemble," was an order but with a little more solemnity, and Uncle Sam shouted.

When a group of young people heard this order, they were scared enough just now, but at this time, they all quickly gathered and lined up. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Uncle Sam at this time, and their bodies were standing straight.

"Forgive me, my children, for the harsh training and abuse I have given you, and I apologize to you as I bend down again. All the young people were completely stunned by the sight before them. They had never seen Uncle Sam like this.

Sam slowly straightened up, calmed down, and then spoke: "I hope each of you can remember what I am going to say now, just now I got the news that the son of Knight Sauron was attacked and killed, on the shores of Lake Valen. Hearing this, everyone gasped, they naturally knew the prestige of the Sauron Knight, this knight with great achievements is the guardian of the human race, and it is because of his existence that the beast king, and the people of the blood war clan dare not violate without permission, he is the protector of the human race. Now that his son was killed in battle and ambushed, it has to be surprising.

"From now until the days to come, our lives will not be at peace, you may have to face the flames of war, the pain of life and death, some of you are destined to become victims of war, even I am no exception, but I want you to stand up like a man, take up the weapon in your hand, and defend your dignity, your territory, and your women. Some of you may fall into the blood of war, but some of you will rise to the baptism of war and become true masters of war. The impassioned words made the young people's blood swell, and a force continued to surge in their hearts, which was a seed of hope that took root in the hearts of each of them. Each young man looked calm and calm. I have my own determination in my heart. "From today onwards you will be trained more rigorously, and I will train all of you to be true warriors in order to face the coming storm, and the real battle will begin now," Sam's voice became more high-pitched.

When the last note fell, all the people raised their arms and shouted, and they were ready at this time, even the old people, women and children in the camp also chanted, and the sound resounded throughout the Iron Hammer camp, which was a cry from the deepest part of the heart. Inspiring.

At this time, Sam was also energetic, his heart was full of blood, and a once strong man returned with a body of blood and domineering spirit that once looked at the world.

The next day, at dawn, before the bonfire in the Hammer camp was extinguished, a teenager had already come out of the tent, he was already fully dressed, and went to the martial arts area in the camp to practice swordsmanship in front of the battle dummy. A simple action, which he practiced repeatedly, stabbed sword after sword into each of the vital positions on each combat dummy. Sweat was already soaking through his clothes, beads of sweat were dripping down his cheeks, he didn't know how long it had been, and after a short rest, he got up again, picked up his sword and began to practice again against the dummy. At this time, many young people about his age also came out of the tent, all of them bracing their waists, yawning, their sleepiness had not yet dissipated, they stared at the young man blankly, tossing and turning, chopping, stabbing, stabbing, sweeping, and at the same time doing all kinds of dodging, as if they were dueling with a real person.

"Hehe, that fool, what's the use of doing this, it's in vain, it's better to get some more sleep if you have this time"

"Hey, I really think of myself as a hero, a child is a child... ”

"It's a waste to practice again, it's useless, I can defeat him with one hand, let's go home and hold my mother to drink milk"

All kinds of ridicule and all kinds of ridicule spread among this group of people.

The young man in the distance heard their discussion, unmoved, still holding the long sword in his hand, tirelessly practicing over and over again, no one knew what kind of fluctuations his inner world had at this time.

Yesterday, everyone became like a rainbow under Sam's call, and their hearts were filled with infinite energy, but those people did not remember their mission, and after one night, all the momentum turned into the sleepiness that had not yet dissipated. Only this young man silently wrote down all Sam's words, and only when he became strong could he be qualified to protect the people around him. In his heart, he knew very well that the first lesson of becoming the strongest person is to learn to accept the cynicism of others, and only use your own actions to tell those who think you can't do it, this is the most obvious dividing line between the strong and the weak, and unfortunately those who mock him lose the qualification to argue in his eyes, because a lion never quarrels with some barking dogs! The boy continued his practice and ignored the group of "losers"

Seeing that he didn't turn back to argue, the group of young people also dispersed, still so casual, and yesterday's words had been thrown out of the clouds by them.

It's just that on the other side of the camp, a figure has been standing there early and has been silently observing the situation on this side, silently, just nodding from time to time, revealing a trace of relief from his expression. It's for himself and for the resolute teenager on the other side of the camp.