In a daze, Ronald saw himself in a large hall.

On the floor of the hall, an ethereal magic pattern circle was etched, and the etched lines were glowing with crystal blue, and the interspersed were full of symbols that he couldn't understand. At the eleven vertices of the circle, faint blue flames burned. In the center of the circle were eleven ice coffins, each of which contained a young body.

To his surprise, he saw himself also in the --- with a serene expression, with his eyes closed, naked in the ice coffin.

However, his memories came to an abrupt end here, and at the same time, an inexplicable chill welled up in his heart, which suddenly woke him up. Ronald shuddered violently and jumped up quickly. After calming down a bit, he found himself in a tent.

Ha. Ha.

He pressed his forehead, gasped for air, and hurried out of the tent with his head down. He was relieved to see the soldiers' outfits. At this moment, he didn't care about any etiquette, so he grabbed a soldier next to him and asked urgently, "Where am I?"

The soldier was stunned for a moment, and after seeing Ronald's outfit, the soldier quickly reacted and quickly comforted him kindly: "You are a villager from Gehado Village, right? Don't worry, it's okay." ”

"Really...... Thank you. ”

Ronald let go of his hand blankly, his face a little bewildered.

As if remembering something, Ronald's face changed, and he suddenly began to look around anxiously, and finally he saw a familiar figure, which was a villager he knew.

But when he approached the villager and asked, he got the news that there were only seven survivors and that Farrar had died on the spot during the Turing attack.

"Falar, I saw him, he was stabbed to death by indiscriminate shooting......" The villager's voice was a little choked: "If Brandi hadn't pushed me into the cellar, I guess I would have ...... They, they don't even spare women and children...... Those Turing dogs with a thousand cuts......"

Expectations were shattered, and at this moment Ronald was at a loss in his heart, and he didn't know how much he listened to the intermittent words that followed. After saying goodbye to the villager with a sad expression, he walked back to the tent with a depressed face and lay down heavily.

When he woke up again, he found his stomach rumbling with hunger. But he didn't bother looking for food, but sat silently on the ground and sorted out the past.

After sitting silently for a long time, he finally sorted out the memory recovery triggered by the stimulus. However, he only remembered a few things about sword skills and magic skills.

Who the hell am I? What about the memories of that hall? For a moment, Ronald clenched his fist at the small ice crystal condensed in his palm.

Anyway, we have to find a way to avenge Uncle Farlar and them! With a resolute expression, he quietly walked out of the tent, and after questioning a soldier, he walked straight to the tent where the Master Chief was located. After obtaining the baron's consent, he was taken into the tent. As soon as he saw the Master Chief opposite, Ronald leaned down respectfully: "Lord Baron." ”

Behind the wooden table, the baron's deep voice came: "Your name is Ronald, right?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"We searched you while you were unconscious. I've read the letter too, so you'll just go straight to the Temporary Quartermaster Service later. With that, he waved his hand impatiently and motioned for Ronald to leave.

Ronald's body froze in place, and he raised his head and looked directly at the baron, "Forgive me for taking the liberty of it, my lord. Excuse me, when are you going to launch a counteroffensive? I want to join. ”

The figure behind the wooden table was stunned for a moment.

Bang!

Soon, the table was shaken by the angry baron, and he immediately stood up and glared viciously at the black-haired young man: "Boy, who do you think you are!"

Ronald's expression remained unchanged, and he met the baron with no fear in his eyes.

The two are like aggressive roosters, glaring at each other not to be outdone. Looking at it, the baron suddenly burst into laughter: "Very good, enough seeds!"

The change in the baron surprised Ronald. He hurriedly continued to ask: "Excuse me, when will the Lord launch a counterattack?"

There was silence for a while. "Young man, I don't think that's likely. ”

Ronald stared at him eagerly, "Why?"

Seeing his eager eyes, the baron had a good feeling, and patiently explained to him: "When we arrived, we found that the Turing troops did not stay in Gehado Village. The villagers' testimony alone is not enough, and they can deny it all to say that the bandits did it. ”

Ronald's voice was an octave higher, and he suppressed the anger in his heart: "Then, the people of our village died in vain like this?"

The baron spread his hands helplessly: "Unfortunately, I'm afraid that's it." ”

Ronald clenched his fists desperately, his body began to tremble a little, and began to exude bursts of icy chill that was imperceptible to the naked eye. In the next moment, the atmosphere inside the tent suddenly became extremely oppressive, and the baron couldn't help but feel a little chill in his body. Just when he couldn't help but want to open his mouth to drink, he suddenly felt his breath loosen.

Ronald bowed to him quietly, "Excuse me, Lord Baron." ”

Call.

After seeing the black-haired young man leave, the baron was relieved, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then couldn't help but wipe his forehead. A cold, greasy touch passed through his fingers into his heart. The potential of this young man, I hope he will live a few more years...... With this in mind, he sighed and sat down again.

After coming out, Ronald retrieved his belongings from the quartermaster and left the makeshift camp without looking back.

After eight days of riding, he finally came to Fort Orleans, under the jurisdiction of the Archduke of Highlington.

A simple but rugged wall stood in front of him, with several stone watchtowers on them, and the sword and shield banner of the Falken Kingdom fluttered on the watchtowers. Nearly 10 meters high, under the city wall, is a five-meter-wide iron-clad gate, where people come and go, dressed in different costumes, it looks very lively.

He jumped off his horse and paid the city guard a silver coin to the city tax. Since civilians were not allowed to ride horses in the city, Ronald spent another ten silver coins to keep the horses in the stables by the city gates. After inquiring with passers-by about the location of the Knights of the Tempest, Ronald walked quietly and quickly.

The camp of the Knights, set up near the outskirts of the city. Although he quickened his pace, it still took him half a day to reach the camp.

Ronald stopped at the gate: "Hello. ”

The guard glanced at the black-haired young man, "What's the matter, young man?"

Ronald took out the letter of introduction: "This is my letter of introduction, please pass it on to the captain." ”

Seeing the red fire paint on it, the guard also became a little serious: "You wait, I'll go and report it." With that, he walked briskly into the camp.

After only waiting for a short while, Ronald saw the guard walk out: "It's okay, go to the training ground on the left and wait." ”

Following the direction pointed by the guard, Ronald came to the training ground.

Jingle bell.

Haha!

The sound of the clashing of weapons, the occasional burst of applause, immediately rushed into his eardrums. He saw that there were many big men in short sleeves gathered here, and these big men were divided into several groups and took turns to practice their sword skills on the training ground. On the outskirts of the camp, there are stables, where some people practice equestrianism.

Once inside, he quietly watched the training of these people from the periphery and compared it with the swordsmanship he had mastered. After watching silently for a while, he had just come to the conclusion that he could fight those soldiers when a loud roar sounded in his ears.

"That kid named Ronald is not there?"

He quickly raised his hand and responded loudly: "Here!"

"Good, come here!"

He looked at the source of the sound, and a burly bearded man was standing in the middle of the training ground, also wearing short sleeves and carrying a sword in his hand. And beside him was a middle-aged knight in silver armor, and the chest of the armor was engraved with a delicate white cloud pattern.

Glancing at Ronald, the bearded man snorted: "I said, this kid doesn't seem to be very good." He turned to look at the knight, "What do you think, Lardo?" ”

The middle-aged knight's tone was cold: "Try to speak." ”

The bearded shrugged his shoulders and beckoned to Ronald, "Take out your sword!" ”

Ronald immediately put down his baggage and showed his sword.

Suddenly, he felt a terrible pain in his right eye!

"Ah......h

The weapon in his hand fell to the ground at once, and the man covered his right eye and crouched down in pain.

"What's wrong with you kid?" the man was a little strange, he just hooked his hands: "Come, let me see your strength." ”

Ha, ha.

Sweating all of a sudden, Ronald struggled to stand upright, his eyes blinking in pain, and he felt like he had been punched and couldn't open his eyes.

Could it be the Eye of True Sight?

Time didn't allow him to think too much, and a few young people next to him coaxed: "Hey, boy, what are you doing here? If you want to use sympathy to come in, then you are in the wrong place." ”

"Okay?" the beard was a little impatient, "We don't need sick seedlings here." ”

"I'm sorry. ”

After squinting his right eye and saluting, Ronald raised his sword and bowed, and quickly rushed over with broken steps.

Seeing Ronald's steady and agile pace, his bearded eyes lit up: "Yo he! ”

Bite!

He blocked Ronald's horizontal slash with a backhand and slashed upward. As soon as he made contact, Ronald found that he could not withstand the momentum at all, and in an instant, his arm was carried to the top of his head by the opponent's strong force.

That's a lot of strength!

Ronald immediately took a half-step forward, and instead grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and took advantage of the situation to raise his weapon and slash down with force.

"Roar!" the beard screamed loudly, dodging sideways. This was followed by an elbow blow that slammed into the soft underbelly of Ronald's abdomen.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ronald quickly jumped back. Before he could stand firm, the opponent's attack came like a shadow.

While!

Scrambling to swing his slash, Ronald was once again forced to take a step back. His body also staggered a little because he couldn't control his strength.

"Now it's up to you to eat or not, haha!" laughed loudly, with no intention of releasing water at all, he jumped violently, and the long sword slashed head-on with a swift wind.

Not good!

Ronald knew that he couldn't resist the slash of the jump, so he had to choose to roll to the ground in embarrassment.

Bang!

The ground seemed to shake and splash a cloud of dust.

You're so confident!

Ronald's sword was condensed with a touch of blue. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the beard was not fully up, Ronald seized on his opponent's stiffness and took advantage of the situation to swing his weapon and bring out a light blue half-moon in the air.

In the crowd of onlookers, they couldn't help but exclaim: "Captain!"