"Come on, guys, let's take these idiots to the infirmary.

Danny, Dawson, Grady, the three of you pull a few of them for a while, and I'll take two more halfway.

I know a secret passage to avoid those pesky steps.

Don't worry, Arthas won't care, this secret passage was discovered by my uncle and them back then. ”

I have to say that this green-haired young man still has great leadership skills, and everything is arranged in a few simple sentences.

It's just that they didn't have that much patience with Philip and the others lying on the ground, and although several of them were slightly injured and struggled a few times, they were still subdued by them with heavy and brutal techniques and resisted on their shoulders.

Philip received the key attention, he was really injured not lightly, and he was about to resist but was caught by the Robin and another strong man.

The swollen eyelids obstructed the vision, and as a result, an elbow was chiseled under the ribs, and the liver, which was already a little spasmed, completely stopped and curled up in pain.

It wasn't until he was brutally thrown on the floor of the infirmary that he regained his normal breathing, and was helped to bed by the waiting saints who were interning in the infirmary, along with a large group of fellow brothers and sisters who were also bruised and swollen.

There were two guys who didn't seem to be seriously injured, but they were still lustful, leaning their whole bodies on the pretty girl's body, their noses moving slightly, and the corners of their mouths showed a lewd smile.

It's been a long time since I've been so embarrassed, and Philip can't remember.

is still the same sentence, as a legend of the new generation, the commander of the 100,000 army, in the blink of an eye, he has fallen to such a pitiful point, it is as unreal as a dream.

He didn't resent Robin's group very much, and he couldn't become friends in the first place.

He genuinely resented the Lich King of Arthas, the shameless bastard who had made countless enemies for him on the first day.

And this is just the beginning, I believe that in the next three years, what awaits him will be a nightmare academy career.

However, this fight was very cool, and the fists were ruthless, which is absolutely not enjoyed in Gaokan City.

With the sturdy bodies of these bastards, a little flesh wound will not leave a hidden danger at all, and it will take a few days to recover.

But before that, he will definitely let this group of guys know how powerful they are, are their brains full of muscles, and they will become a charging thug after being slightly pouted, what qualifications does such an idiot have to become a Templar Knight.

Didn't that Alsace make him the squad leader, this squad leader was decided, and Philip's arrogance was aroused.

That night, when Robin accompanied the sunset and led several students back to the academy's cafeteria, the people in the academy's infirmary who had just completed treatment were once again in a mess.

However, it was Philip himself who took the initiative this time, and like a real mad lion, he desperately launched one charge after another against an enemy nearly ten times his size.

As a result of this battle, the infirmary of the Knight Academy was almost razed to the ground, most of the precious instruments and medicinal materials were destroyed, and Philip and the others had to miss the next three days of classes and training.

These bastards no longer have the leisure to flirt with the waiting-in-waiting saints, all of them are swollen with pigs' heads tied in bandages and sighing.

The largest pig's head belonged to Philip, and his long flowing white and blonde hair was cut into a neat short inch because the head was opened, which attracted Afu's curious touch.

Even Alle was full of praise for Philip's new look, as if it had not been a day or two since he wanted Philip to become this virtuous.

However, in addition to taking the initiative to compensate the infirmary in full for the loss and bearing the scolding of Alsace, his biggest gain was to completely convince this group of second goods, and he really regarded him as the same kind in his words and demeanor.

And after the injury improved slightly, a secret drinking party that sneaked out of the academy completely made this group of arrogant young people recognize this little class leader.

Of course, in addition to the endless alcohol bombardment and three years of free supply of high-end handmade cigarettes, the two siblings, Afu and Ale, played a big role.

Afu not only made these animals heal greatly from their dark wounds, but also shed envy for Philip's Yanfu.

And the explosive personality of Ale, let this group of reserve knights and their followers who are mostly from extraordinary backgrounds taste a serious warning about what it means to be a lover complex.

On the premise of not opening the awakening, these people were all beaten by Ale, complaining, and no longer dared to surround Afu to be courteous.

"Hello, Philip, I'm Sam from Vilardi City Seminary, Sam Wilson, my father is the Dragonlance Legion, and I've heard of your legend for a long time.

I also participated in the decisive battle of Gaokan City, but unfortunately I didn't see you. ”

A handsome black-haired man who had been good-looking, but had now turned into a pig's head, leaned over and stretched out his right hand to Philip.

Philip looked at his long black hair, and hesitated for several seconds between holding it or not, until he stared at the pig's head on the other side with some hair, and then stretched out his right hand to shake it.

"All of a sudden, I wanted to beat you up again, but I remember that the broken toe was a good thing you did. ”

Sam smiled innocently, then gasped at the corner of his torn mouth, and pointed to his dark eyes in defense, "You kicked me in the head to crack it, now blame me?"

Also, there are so many people, why are you chasing my head?"

Philip thought seriously for a moment before replying, "Because your head is really too big." ”

“......”

From this day on, Sam the Big Head was nicknamed with him for the rest of his life, and he became Philip's first friend at the Southern Seminary in Flogun.

Well, friend, at least that's what Philip thinks.

Of course, this happy party was still revealed the next day, and Alsace was punished for a full 20 laps.

By the time Philip rushed into the gate of the academy with the arms of the two students who had obviously lost their strength, their formation was still intact with each other's support, making the supervising teacher nod secretly.

The small group led by Robin sneered twice and stopped watching the excitement, while several people from Class B pointed at them, whistled, and gave them a thumbs up, which resulted in a big middle finger from Philip and the others.

Since they can drink and carnival, it means that this group of second-class goods is already in good health, and as for going to class with a pig's head, it doesn't seem so difficult for this group of young people to accept.

On the fourth day of entering the Knight Branch of the Southern Theological Seminary, Philip finally took his first class, "Divine Power Analysis and Application".

The slightly empty classroom was filled with 36 youths, and it was a basic class, with two classes together.

Philip listened with great difficulty as an old teacher with an administrative rank of bishop spoke from a round podium, knowing what each word meant, but when it was connected together, it was as obscure as a book from heaven, and he could only understand less than sixty percent of what he thought he had laid in the last two years.

If the lingua franca of the mainland is like the lyrics, popular and intuitive, then the language of the gods is like the melody of music, and the meaning it really wants to express is often hidden under the surface.

Unless you are born with a super-perceptive or extremely sensitive nature, it will take a lot of knowledge and practice to understand the mysteries.

God knows why this lesson is taught in the language of God, and a lot of allusions are a nightmare for Philip, who has just escaped from his status as a novice.

However, he noticed that at least a third of the people in the crowd were scratching their ears and cheeks like him, which showed that he was not alone.

Only those elites who were born in seminaries or priest families had a look of superiority and arrogance on their faces, and the curvature of the corners of their mouths was just right to show their contempt.

In this regard, Philip decided to put up with it, and went back to ask Anna to make up for her lessons, and then work on it in private.

But the nightmare had just begun, and the afternoon hands-on session made him one of the few people in the spotlight again.

I don't know if Alsace is really idle, this course turned out to be taught by him himself.

Perhaps he really has a soft spot for navy blue, even Arthas, who is not wearing armor, still wears a set of blue and black knight's robes, coupled with greasy hair, exuding a heavy yin owl feeling.

Philip sweated profusely as he stared at the seven or eight magic vessels on the table that were similar in shape and size, but slightly different in color and luster, as well as the pile of materials and reagents in bottles and jars.

He felt like he was dreaming, and it was very real.

How many years have I not had a similar dream, dreaming that I suddenly have an exam in school, only to find that I have long forgotten the day of my last class and revision.

The textbook in his hand looked very new, and very unfamiliar, the dense English words seemed to mock his laziness and ignorance, this powerless emptiness simply made him crazy, he arrived at the seminary only to find that sometimes genius is not omnipotent, no matter how smart it is, it cannot replace the accumulation of knowledge for ten years.

Arthas stood in front of him with his arms crossed, and his slightly hoarse and old-fashioned voice echoed in Philip's ears: "What's the matter, our great genius, can't even distinguish such a simple divine power element?"

Sons of Legends, oh, that's what they call you.

From the first time I saw you, I had a terrible impression of you.

Because all I see in your eyes is arrogance, frivolity and ignorance, and I don't know how to learn humbly in the face of the unknown. ”

In the face of Arthas's cynicism, Philip's hands clenched into fists, and the green tendons on his forehead were tied up, as if they could burst out at any moment.

"What are the specific types of divine power?What are the catalysts needed to synthesize the intermediate medium of the third-level divine substance, and how many steps are there?" Seeing that Philip was about to be angry, Arthas asked another question like a fire.

To his surprise, Philip, who was furious to the extreme, or ashamed to the extreme, suddenly calmed down.

After all, he is not really an 18-year-old young man, even if the hormones secreted by his body make him angry and aggrieved, reason will make him quickly calm down and think.