Dressed in hard leather armor and a thick cardigan underneath, Boris sweated profusely on the school field in early summer.

Two months ago, he was a recruit who didn't even have the qualifications to hold a sword, but now, he is the best recruit in Crow Castle. Yes, there is no one. He defeated all the recruits who challenged him, and even the veterans did not dare to mess with him. Commander Warwick was unusually promoted, allowing him to take the sword four months earlier and become a member of the Great Wall Guard.

He pressed forward, and Yuranko kept backing until he was cornered, raising his sword and blocking it. Boris raised his sword to attack his lower game, Yulenko held his sword with both hands to defend, but exposed his upper part, Boris lost no time in flipped his wrist, and the long sword swept from the bottom up, knocking Yulanko to the ground.

The helmet was dented, and Yuranko's ears were covered with blood, and he looked confused when he was carried away.

Immediately afterwards, three recruits went up together and laid siege to Boris. Such a scene has appeared countless times, Boris stands in place, with a cold expression. I thought, don't say three, ten can easily cope with it together.

The first recruit picked up his axe and slashed at Boris. Boris dodged sideways, put away his sword, stretched out his feet, and easily put the fat recruit's egg on the ground. Two other recruits rushed with swords. Boris dodged one of the slashes before stooping down and pushing the emaciated recruit forward. A sword stabbed from his companion next to him, and Boris held the sword in one hand, swayed the attack, and then slammed his wrist-worn elbow into the abdomen, and the recruit was knocked to the ground, his center of gravity was unstable, and he stumbled to the ground. Boris followed up and slashed him in the shoulder. The recruits screamed, and Boris wanted to attack, but was stopped by the commander Warwick in the corridor on the second floor-

"Enough. ”

The commander's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing the sky, causing everyone present to stop what they were doing and turn their heads to look at him.

Boris could only stop, stick his sword into the ground, and hold it with one hand. He ruffled his messy hair and took a big breath of fresh air. The frosty morning air was blowing on his face, and he was used to the climate here, and this temperature made him feel very comfortable after just finishing his workout.

"That's a sword, not an old man's crutch. Commander Warwick shouted sharply, "Do you have a sore foot?"

My lord...... He hated the nickname, which the commander had given him the last time he showed his skills at the training ground and informed the battalion that he was Boris Boka. It sounds like an honorific title, but everyone can hear it, it's a mockery. Because the people here don't have honorific titles, whether they were nobles, knights or commoners before, when they come here, all of them are guards of the Great Wall, here, there are only three titles: rangers, night watchmen, and guards of the Great Wall. All other honorific titles do not exist. The commander left an adult, and another an adult, as if to warn Boris to remember his own arrogance and arrogance in the past.

"I'm just resting. ”

Boris turned his face away, glared at Commander Warwick, and replied fiercely.

"It's not a break. ”

Warwick walked slowly downstairs.

"I beat them and now I need to rest. ”

Boris retorted.

"When war comes, do you also have to tell your enemies that you need to rest, and when you have rested enough, you will come back to fight?"

"I've fought a lot more battles than all of you. ”

"But you're a recruit on the Great Wall now, do you think you can hold on to the sky on your own?, Lord Boris?" Commander Warwick stared at him fiercely, like a wolf staring at his prey, "If you think you're experienced and good at fighting, I'd be happy to have the whole battalion of brethren accompany you to practice, can you fight twenty, thirty, or a hundred at once?" If not, shut up for me, little cub. I have served under Lord Rhodes, and I have defeated your father's invincible Snow Eagle Legion. Do you remember the battle in the snowfield? The beasts galloped, and the battle line of the Snow Eagle Legion fell apart like paper paste. ”

Warwick's ridicule made Boris grit his teeth with hatred. But at the same time, he was helpless, and what the commander said was the truth. During the Kislev Civil War, the Snow Eagle Legion served the Ice Queen, but was crushed by the beasts summoned by Rhodes in the Battle of the Snow Plains...... And no matter how superb his martial arts are, he will definitely not be able to fight against the soldiers of the whole battalion at the same time...... One person and one sword, even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't carry it...... Boris knew that Rhodes could...... It's a pity that he is not him, he does not have a tomahawk with lightning, and he does not have an almost invulnerable body.

He can only surrender......

Boris Boca, if you dare to contradict me like this next time, I will drive you out of this fortress and let you wander like a wild man in the wilderness, eaten by wolves, and no one will remember your name, for you will be a deserter with no honor. ”

Warwick said coldly. The sharp gaze stared at Boris, and it was unquestionably majestic.

"That's it for today!"

The commander shouted.

Everyone immediately took their weapons back to the armory, they were about to rest, and after handing in their weapons it was a rare time of the day to rest - a time to eat and drink.

Boris followed the group into the armory, and he walked at the back, alone. He has always been like this, and since his exile here, Boris has not made a good friend. Here, he can't make friends.

He always felt that he was superior to others, and once, he was in a high position, a nobleman, a nobleman of fame. Now, he has to be in the company of a group of homeless people and beggars. These people didn't even have the chance to see him before. Now, I want to live under the same roof as them. Boris is disgusted to think about. They are vulgar and rude, and their daily conversation is either braggart or private discussion of women. All of this disgusted Boris. Night Night Chinese

He hung the iron sword on the wall and sat by the fireplace to warm himself. Gradually, lethargy. In his shallow dream, he dreamed again of Dennis, beckoning to him in the gardens of the palace, she was as beautiful and familiar as ever...... Just as he was about to call her name, a rude scolding woke him from his dream.

Stupid Cow, Iron Rod, Daley, and Yuranko, who had just been beaten by him on the school field and his ears were bleeding, were surrounding him with angry faces.

"What do the defeated generals want to do?

Boris looked indifferent and did not forget to say sarcastically.

"Yes, here comes a lesson for you, little bastard. ”

Daley, the leader, roared angrily.

Several people came up from all around.

"Aren't you afraid I'll disfigure you again?"

Boris said contemptuously.

"Then we'll disfigure you first!"

Yuranko, who was still bleeding in his ears, roared angrily, then pounced on him and scuffled with Boris.

"Let's go together! He has no weapons, don't be afraid!"

Daley, who was pockmarked with a face, shouted.

Several people pressed on Boris together. They used their hands and feet to restrain Boris's arms and head, and Yulenko punched Boris in the abdomen, then smashed his fist in the face.

Boris wanted to resist, but his hands and feet were tied up by a group of people.

"Call you arrogant!"

"Offend us, die!"

Daly shouted.

The stupid cow put his hands around and was about to push Boris into the fireplace, but Yuranko was even more angry, grabbed Boris by the hair, and dragged him into the fire. Several people pushed Boris with all their might. The charcoal burned with a crackling sound, and the flames almost burned Boris's hair.

Boris writhed like an eel, seized the opportunity, and kicked one of the boys in the crotch with his hind foot. The iron rod was kicked in the vital point, screaming in pain. Taking advantage of this slightly loose gap, Boris broke free and punched Daley in the face, blood immediately rushing out of his nostrils. Boris yelled, and with another backhand punch, knocked the stupid cow to the table.

The wooden tables and chairs were kicked and clattered. Just as the group was fighting, the Ranger captain Hans barged in.

"Stop!

As he spoke, he grabbed Yuranko, who still wanted to beat people, with one hand.

"It's you again!"

Hans walked up to Boris with an angry look on his face. A month ago, it was this thorn that beat the veteran Scar half-crippled, and now, just promoted to a new recruit, he is making trouble again.

"They made the first move!"

Boris tried to refute, but was tied up again by the guards.

"All of you are going to be locked up. Damn it, Boris, everyone else is keeping to themselves, and it's just you, a bunch of shit from start to finish!!, what the hell do you want to do?!"

The Ranger captain yelled, glancing at the iron rod that had fallen to the ground clutching his crotch, and probably knew what was going on.