As always, the power of Slaanesh in Aaron's body still wants him to stir up trouble in this environment.

Because for chaos, conflict and strife are the source of strength, and uncertainty and randomness are the essence of chaos.

If Aaron always wanted to follow the rules, he should be some faithful believer in the belief in a piece of dried bacon that likes to play with witchcraft sitting on the golden toilet, not the children of Chaos.

However, Aaron still retains a certain degree of order-abiding nature and good-nature.

This has to do with his character in his previous life, and it has to do with what happened in this life, that is, although Salian's misfortunes, the misfortunes he crossed over, and the misfortunes of awakening were all superimposed on him, he was not abandoned by the world and betrayed by everyone like some people.

He also has a family, and although his aunt and uncle's family may not play a role in his big plans, they also provide him with the warmth of the family.

He also had the social connections left by his father, and his friends such as Lucian, Ian, and Duke Kenes, who had a certain personal relationship with the family, saw that he showed his talent, and they were all stingy to give him some help, even including the annual 800 gold lion coins from the regent and the royal family.

He also had Miss Priest, Lady Silver Star, and Our Lady of Silver, Suren, who rescued him when he needed it most, helped him, and responded to him.

He is not the one who is determined to kill all chaotic creatures and destroy all chaotic corruption, but in the book he found out that he is actually the eternal Chosen One, and was immediately declared a heretic, and then cried and chirped and went to the capital cathedral to ask for help from his god, but his most worshiped god did not bird him at all, and the archbishop also personally came out to announce "Wow, as the prophecy said, heresy, you took the initiative to send it to the door to die".

Am I right? A brother who has been pushed to the top of the Chaos Wasteland?

Here, in the heart, it is warm, and there is a warm force that protects Aaron's heart.

So Aaron has the ability to fight against the negative effects of the Chaos Power, he knows very well that he must control his emotions, control his own power, the Chaos Power is very powerful but it is also a corrupt and evil force, they will grow with Aaron, the stronger Aaron is, the stronger they are, Aaron needs their power, and he must continue to fight against them until he can be a god with the "Chaos" priesthood and completely absorb the four powers.

Aaron couldn't help but provoke trouble, he simply stretched out his hand to indicate that he would.

Lord Viscount's movements immediately attracted the attention of all the recruits.

A little ahead is enviable, a head ahead is enviable, but if some people are so ahead that they can't even see the rear taillights, it's only admirable.

Aaron is easy to win the favor of others, he is handsome and relatable, his handsome face is full of charm, a pair of eyes will make people fall into it after a long time, and most of the recruits lack hostility towards him.

"I know it's not hard for you, recruit." Sure enough, the knight instructor turned his attention to him, and Simeone thought for a while, motioned for everyone to continue, and said to Aaron: "You are not like them, you are a warlock, you are born with magic in your blood, and you at least know how to follow your feelings. ”

"But that's not enough, Aaron Salian, you have to understand that your strength needs to fight for your country, to fight against evil and injustice, the purpose of your training is to be a qualified knight, not to use your strength against your knight brothers, I warn you, any private competition is strictly forbidden during this time."

"Yes." That's the side effect of that day's trouble, Aaron said he understood.

"Norrington-Wilson!" The knight instructor yelled to the side: "There is a transfer student here who wants to see your strength, so you have a competition, and I will take a good look at how many deep-rooted bad habits you have!" ”

"Yes!" Next to him, a recruit who was sitting and resting got up.

Aaron shifted his gaze to the contemporaneous recruit.

This dude's name is Norrington-Wilson, the son of a knightly nobleman, and his family of thirteen people were killed in the battle of Arabel, and were killed by the great goblins under the command of the orc Great Khan Tukin.

From beginning to end, hatred gripped this buddy, who was silent and trained like crazy.

He was a Paladin, a paladin who had just taken an oath of vengeance.

Simeone's "slew the owl" was referring to him, and he used the "Enemy Nomination" attached to his oath of revenge to perform a perfect holy slash to cut a plagued village into two pieces.

After a period of apprenticeship, the paladin will take an oath as his martial arts skills and faith become stronger.

The three most common vows are the oath of dedication, the oath of the ancient sages, and the oath of revenge.

The oath of devotion represents the dedication of the paladin to justice, virtue, and order in the multiverse, and they symbolize honesty, bravery, mercy, duty, and honor, and these people are called the White Knights, who often adorn themselves with angelic wings.

The Oath of the Ancient Sages represents that the paladin regarded the protection of light against darkness as the most important duty in life, and they cared more about justice than justice, more about protection than order, more about salvation than punishment, these people were known as Green Knights, and often decorated themselves with leaves, antlers, flowers, and so on.

The oath of vengeance represents the solemn pledge of the paladin to punish those who have committed grave crimes, for whom the purpose of life is to punish evil, promote justice, and bring the evil of the world to justice, and on this basis, they can sacrifice their purity and blood on their hands, these people are called the Black Knights.

Norrington Wilson was one such Black Knight, and his hatred of the Orcs overrode everything in his life, and he vowed to kill all the Orcs of Arabel to comfort the souls of his family.

In addition to these three most typical paladin oaths, Aaron vaguely remembers several other paladin vows:

For example, the oath of conquest was a vow to conquer a certain region to "turn them along", so violent conquest, harsh punishment, and even a ruthless dictatorship were considered permissible if the paladins deemed it necessary.

The oath of honor is a vow to reach the pinnacle of a certain path or a certain ability.

The oath of the crown is an oath to dedicate one's life to a civilization or a nation, or possibly a nation.

In addition, there is a very special oath called the oath of love, these holy warriors are the holy warriors of the fire-haired lady Shanny (also known as Shuna), these holy warriors are chaotic and good camps, all their code of conduct is to protect love, praise love, promote love, they no matter what order, justice, punishment, as long as it is touching love, they have no brains to support and help.

Yes, the holy warrior does not have to be fixed to the orderly and good camp, each camp can have the holy warrior, and the word holy means to pursue the ultimate and the highest.

It's just that the essence of this profession is biased towards order and goodness, because the more chaotic and evil it is, the easier it is to break the oath and lose the sacred power brought by the oath of faith, and the holy warrior essentially relies on his strong faith and makes a sacred oath to resonate with the laws of the world to gain strength, and the camp is biased towards the chaotic side and the evil side, which shows that this person acts logically, indulgently, unconstrained and selfish, and contrary to the holy warrior to a certain extent.

"Stop, recruits, you have a showdown to watch." The knight instructor's words caused everyone to stop their movements and interrupted Aaron's train of thought.

Come on! Aaron silently said as he knighted Norrington Wilson in front of him, and the other party returned a knightly salute, and the two of them stood up together.

"Norrington, you're a good one, you've protected your village, but it's not enough to accomplish your goal."

"Aaron, show what you can do, and let's see if you make the sword as good as your father."

"Also, awkwardly, rest assured, as long as your current level is not equipped with a competition, there will be a lot of nosebleeds, you are not a noble lady, you are a recruit, if you don't bleed on the training ground, you will bleed on the battlefield!"

"Let's go!"

With a burst of shouts from the knight instructor, Aaron and Norrington put on the same purple dragon posture at the same time, and they rotated around the semicircle, carefully observing their opponents, looking for flaws.

More than a dozen recruits watched the showdown in unison, each pair of eyes full of eagerness.

Norrington, the black knight, attacked first, holding the wooden sword in both hands and raising it to the sky, placing the hilt on his shoulder, and sprinting violently, the blade pointing straight ahead!

Sword Momentum - Heavy Split!

How could an apprentice-level paladin be so proficient in this basic sword technique? Aaron was secretly surprised.

However, is a viscount with family training a weakling?

Collect the sword, step sideways, when the blade fell, Aaron had already left Norrington's attack range, and the tip of the sword swirled in the air, straight to Norrington's face!

"Tsk!" Sure enough, the squeak of dissatisfaction from the knight instructor came from his ears, and it seemed that he was sorry that Aaron was not defeated by a single blow, on the contrary, Norrington, who had exhausted his strength, narrowly retracted his sword and narrowly avoided Aaron's poke.

The Paladin's pace is out of order!

This time it was Aaron's turn to attack, and he stabbed forward with lightning speed, the wooden sword pointed straight at Norrington's thigh, and the paladin, who was even more disorganized, stepped back again and again, and put on a lower stance to block.

Seeing that the two swords were about to touch, Aaron immediately changed his stab to a pick, and plunged straight into the paladin's chest.

Sword Momentum - Heavy Split!

Norrington unleashed another battle move, a desperate blow that forced Aaron to give up his attack and retreat, and the Viscount staggered a few steps and squinted at the paladin, a confident smile already on his lips.

As Ferrara said, in a low-level fight, unless there is an excellent opportunity or the possibility of ending the fight in one fell swoop, it is never easy to give it your all, because it is easy to get tired.

Aaron has a weakness over Norrington, he can be sure that the opponent's strength attribute is definitely one or two grades higher than his own, so it is stupid to fight hard with the opponent.

"Son, remember, you have to try to control the rhythm in the battle, and let the opponent enter your rhythm, the way to win." Aaron recalled his father's teachings and motioned to continue.

Sure enough, Norrington, who launched two combat skills in a row, actually felt a little strained in his shoulder and was a little tired, but he launched another onslaught, planning to take Aaron down before his physical strength was exhausted, and he went straight to the middle this time, wanting to win directly with his strength, or at least force Aaron to fight him with a sword.

When the wooden sword in the paladin's hand fell from Aaron's side, Aaron, who had already gotten up from the ground, threw away the wooden sword and directly clamped the paladin's wrist with his arm, his other hand grabbed the paladin's shoulder, and the whole body was forced, and the two fell together, and after rolling twice in the struggle, Aaron firmly pressed Norrington's body, pressed his hand holding the wooden sword behind him, and pressed his knee against his back.

"Beautiful! The Last Salian! The knight instructor clapped his hands and said, "I declare, Aaron Salian won this duel, son of Manuel, you will have half a roast chicken for lunch today!" ”

Hearing the instructor's words, Aaron let go of his movements, got up, and accepted everyone's applause very coquettishly.

Paladin Norrington was still lying on the ground and didn't get up.

"Get up, Norlyton, you're doing well, but you're still making a lot of mistakes." The knight instructor said coldly: "Blindly using brute force will not make you win in a duel......"

"......," Norrington muttered under his breath.

"What? Recruit? What are you talking about? Simeone's attitude immediately hardened: "Say! ”

"Instructor, I think this is a sword competition between knights, not a wrestling in a bar!" Norrington finally couldn't hold back any longer, and he said in annoyance: "A good knight shouldn't throw away his sword like he did!" ”

"Did I say this is a sword competition?" Simeone smiled, and the knight instructor asked the recruits around him, "You guys, did I say this is a sword competition?" ”

Everyone shook their heads.

"Norrington, think about it, is this a sword competition?"

Norrington recalls the process, and the paladin realizes that no one seems to have said that this is a sword contest from beginning to end.

"A competition is a competition, you can, and you have to learn to use every part of your body as a weapon, Norrington recruits, the battlefield is not a training ground, and your enemies are not your knight brothers, think about it, your opponent is a big goblin, a bear goblin, a troll, and when you compete for weapons, it sticks out its teeth and bites your neck, do you have to protest at this time 'Oh, sir, I thought it was a sword competition'?"

"Could it be that the sinister and cunning Gnoll pops a venomous dart out of his bracer, and you want to protest 'Sir, I thought it was a sword contest'?"

The caustic words of the Simeone Knight Instructor made Norrington's face red, and at this time, Aaron came to Norrington, and he took the initiative to reach out: "We need to fight with everything we have, brother, when the cunning enemy tries to use a conspiracy against us, the only thing we have to do is to be more cunning than them." ”

"You're right, buddy." Norrington took Aaron's hand and got up, and the paladin admitted his defeat: "Your technique is very good, the last Salian, you are not a weakling. ”

"Your Holy Slash is also powerful, Mr. Wilson." Aaron also smiled, "If you can, I hope that we can share your experience with that owl bear sometime." ”

"Of course!" Norrington looked at Aaron's smile, and he only felt his tired soul like a spring breeze.

Charm succeeds!

In this way, Aaron began his own recruit training, and for a whole week, he trained in the Knights every day.

In the first week, Aaron showed that he was different from the others, as a warlock part-time warrior could use one more breath and fight with a sufficient rest interval than a normal fighter.

Yes, a warrior can only use one breath and one movement before a long break, because they are not spellcasters, they can only control small amounts of magic elements and rely on their bodies to react instinctively, so they can't use them again until they have enough rest to calm the magic elements in their bodies that are starting to mess up.

Aaron can use it twice - he is a warlock, a spellcaster, after all.

Interestingly, Disma, as his senior, would appear regularly at dinner time every day, and he would definitely appear in Aaron's field of vision.

Aaron naturally asked him to have dinner with him, and Disma did not refuse.

But he never took the initiative to invite Aaron, once Aaron didn't come out because of the long practice time, Disma stood next to the training ground and leaned on a rack for drying clothes, until Aaron finished training to greet him, this guy didn't say a word, turned around and walked towards the auditorium as a canteen.

Aaron thought to himself, this senior is also a very interesting person.

On Saturday night, when the two of them sat down for dinner again, Aaron took the initiative to mention something: "Senior, can you ask one thing?" ”

"............" Disma didn't answer, but he tapped the table with a spoon and motioned for Aaron to continue.

"Sir Renard...... Where did it go? ”

"Reynard? He went to the final test given by the stinky old man. Disma said impatiently, he stirred the broth in the bowl with a spoon: "The stinky old man is like this, the requirements of the knights are one thing, but as long as the stinky old man thinks that you are not qualified enough, you can only be a trainee knight forever." ”

"Boy, you also have to pay attention, the test of the stinky old man is not easy to complete."