In the early spring, the cold is still there, and the sun is faintly sprinkled, giving the earth a faint warmth.

Boris was escorted like a duck by the guards of the Great Wall to the training ground of Fort Blackcrow, where a large number of recruits and veterans had already gathered. No surprise, they are all here to join in the fun. Scar being crippled by a recruit is undoubtedly the headline for a boring barracks.

After being chained for a long time, Boris felt his wrists ache, but he finally had a chance to pick up a real weapon.

The training was halted by Boris's arrival, and several Blackcrow Fort veterans dressed in black turned around and looked at the not-so-burly young man with disdain.

Boris has unkempt hair, the corners of his mouth and chin are covered with sparse stubble, he is dressed in rags and linen, and his lips are slightly white. Such an appearance really can't be compared to the son of the commander of the Snow Eagle Legion. Before it started, the veterans already had a look of disgust on their faces.

"Come on, let's see what you're capable of. Take up arms and challenge whoever you want. ”

Ranger Captain Hans said in a half-mocking tone.

In front of everyone's eyes, Boris walked calmly to the center of the school field and picked up an ordinary iron sword thrown by the veterans. He was so calm that he ignored all the stares around him. The scene in front of him pales in comparison to when he was at the Kislev Arena. The commander of the cavalry of the Snow Eagle Legion, the son of the great nobleman Vladimir, he must show these ruffians how powerful he is.

"Let me come, he's not qualified enough to challenge the Rangers, let alone the Night's Watch. ”

Fabres stepped out of the crowd and said mockingly. He was tall and thin, with a pockmarked face, and was nicknamed the Iron Rod. Although this person is crowded into the ranks of veterans, he has actually only been in the camp for half a year. As for what means to use, a wise person will know at a glance.

Boris was not afraid, picked up a small pinch of sand on the ground, grinded it and put it in his hand. Then he calmly picked up his sword. The sword is unedged and can be used during training, but if the force is too strong, it will still cause serious damage.

Before the instructor could give the order, Fabres had already picked up the hammer and rushed over.

Boris had a calm face, he had experienced too many battles, and hundreds of unjust souls died under his horse and sword in actual combat alone. Facing Fabres, who had no fighting skills, Boris hardly moved in his heart. The war hammer slammed down from the top of his head, however, just before the hammer was about to hit Boris, Boris turned sideways, dodged the attack, took a small step, and appeared behind Fabres, just for a moment, Fabres's attack was empty, but his back was slammed with a blunt object, although it was only smashed, but for the thin Fabres, it still couldn't bear it. He fell to the ground screaming, and the hammer came out of his hand and flew several meters away.

Only then did Boris slowly walk to the edge of the field and pick up the war hammer on the ground. That's the weapon he's used to, the heavy weight, just right in his hand. The sword is a weapon that can only be used as a secondary weapon, or is it a hammer.

Seeing this, the veteran Valery immediately rushed out, and his two-handed heavy sword roared and smashed at the arrogant recruit's egg.

Boris saw the raider out of his eye, clenched his hammer, and Boris spun around sharply, and the hammer and heavy sword slammed together with a crisp sound of metal colliding. But then, Boris, who was more experienced in combat, pushed the veteran Valery back.

The veteran Valery was unsteady on his feet and stumbled backwards. wanted to attack again, but Boris took advantage of the victory to pursue, and with a hammer, Valery retreated again and again.

On the field, the taunt just now has disappeared, and everyone is looking at the two people on the school field, obviously, this newcomer is definitely not a person. His fighting skills are incomparable, he is young, but he is experienced, and he is quick and accurate!

Valery wanted to attack his lower game, Boris slammed his head, forcing Valery to quickly retreat, the war hammer in Boris's hands was like a whirlwind, so that the veteran Valery had no power to fight back, he used all his strength to block, but the long sword was knocked to the ground, and in the last blow, Boris slammed his face with the handle of the hammer, a real slap in the face, blood splashed out of the veteran's nostrils......

Before his companions could drag Valery away, the Ranger Cullen had already drawn his sword and rushed out. But Boris remained unmoved, the more he fought, the more excited he became, the more he moved, the deft dodge, the warhammer spun in his hand, and every time he struck, there was a thumping thump. And his physical fitness, as if unaffected, turned into a white mist and spat out from Boris's mouth and nose.

The two rangers took turns attacking, but they were easily defused by him one by one, and the hammer rose and fell, making a piercing whistling sound. Cullen was hit in the head with a hammer and almost passed out, and the other Ranger stabbed it with a long sword, but Boris swept it away with a hammer, and when the opponent was unsteady on his feet, Boris pulled back the war hammer and swept over, the hammer head hit the Ranger in the abdomen, and if it were not for the solid leather armor, this hammer would have been enough to inflict fatal internal injuries. Moments later, the two Crow Rangers had been knocked to the ground, their expressions pained and gasping for air.

The scene on the stage shocked everyone, including Warwick, the commander-in-chief who was watching the play on stage. Silence, looking at the five Crow Castle warriors on the field who were beaten all over the ground and looking for teeth, everyone was silent. And Boris is still holding his head high, it is a long-lost pride. It's comfortable enough to beat those little minions who look down on themselves to cry dad and call their mothers.

In Boris's opinion, they don't even deserve to do it themselves. Before he was exiled, he was a great nobleman of Kislev and a cavalry commander. After coming here, he had to be in the company of a gang of hooligans. This is just a small lesson, and next time, he will establish his prestige in front of them. Boris thought to himself......

"Recruit, come here. ”

Next to the school grounds, on the balcony on the second floor, Commander-in-Chief Warwick called.

A smug Boris threw down his hammer and walked over proudly, he deserved to be promoted to a true Raven Castle warrior, not a chorre.

The commander looked coldly at the prickly young man on the stage, and only spoke after a moment—

"Lock him up. ”

As soon as the words fell, Boris was confused......

"Why?!I won, I won!"

Boris shouted, not even letting the two guards get close to him, and then handkerchiefing the bracelet to his hand.

"That only proves your ability, you beat your superiors, and you must be punished for the crimes you committed. These are two different things, understand? ”

The commander's hoarse and indifferent voice echoed in the school grounds, and everyone heard it and fell silent. Because, that's how they all came over...... Discipline trumps everything, and the individual must obey the team, this is the law of Crowsburg. It is also the law of the entire garrison of the Great Wall......