Crown of Chaos

PS: I found that if I really work hard, it is still possible to update twice a day (but this is impossible).

"boom!"

The duel between the two immediately attracted the attention of everyone at the Knights training ground.

Why did Disma, the trainee knight, get into a fight with a newcomer?

This is a battle that violates the rules of the competition. The two sides neither agreed in advance nor declared a challenge. Just because of a small friction, the two sides have to compete on the training ground?

At this time, there were twenty or thirty fully armed Purple Dragon Knights in the training ground, plus nearly a hundred people including guards, apprentices, logistics, and civilian staff. Almost at the same time, they all turned their attention to the Chief Inspector Ian Ha who was present. Teson.

Ian still had the same mean look on his face. He pursed his lips with a nonchalant look on his face and crossed his arms over his chest.

What's wrong? Let this kid see the world hard!

This is the Knights! Not an aristocratic salon! The rules of the aristocratic circle don't apply here, boy!

Seeing Aaron's arrogant look, Ian wanted to go up and slap him hard in the face!

Brat, what do you think you are? How far away are you from a true strong man?

You've been so crazy since you started, you'll die if you go out and take risks!

Since the Chief Inspector did not express his opinion, the training ground naturally started to watch the drama.

The sword blades met, and both sides subconsciously retreated.

Aaron holds the sword in one hand, and presses the other hand under the wrist of the sword-holding hand. Disma has a left sword and a right sword. Some gaps the size of rice grains can be vaguely seen on the two sharp blades, one long and one short.

These are two very old weapons that have been in use for a long time.

But Aaron knew that just because the weapons were very old, it meant that Disma was definitely a fighting maniac.

"Come on!" Disma roared angrily, the muscles on his exposed arms tightened, and the veins twisted under his skin like earthworms. His skin gradually became congested with the fever caused by the battle, and the strong fighting force The trainee knight laughed wildly as his intention appeared: "Use all your abilities! The last Salian will die if you are not careful!"

"Did you brush your teeth this morning? It stinks." Aaron said calmly.

Disma didn't answer, but his sharp eyes told Aaron that he was irritated again. The trainee knight jumped up with a strong step, and the sword in his hand fell first, directly hitting Aaron's head!

Aaron slid sideways to avoid it, and a ring of magic chaos missile light appeared in Lord Viscount's free hand.

He was about to raise his hand to release magic.

Disma's attacks are faster than his spells!

The sword was sheathed, and when the knife came, a sword light carrying a strong wind came straight in front of him, causing Aaron's delicate and fair face to feel a little painful.

It's too late to release the Chaos Missiles!

Aaron quickly put away his sword to resist, and a violent and violent force came from his wrist. The blade was bounced off, and the Viscount, who lost his center of gravity, took two steps back, and then released the chaos missile in his hand.

Three darts emitting multicolored light approached from three different directions. The strange light above made Disma confused. He gave up the pursuit and grabbed a small buckler from behind. The buckler blocked two chaos missiles. , the third shot hit his arm.

Bang!

Disma only felt his body sway, and a heartbreaking pain ran along his arm and straight to his forehead.

I'm injured?

What's even more strange is that the injured area continues to feel sharp pain like a knife. Disma, who has experienced many battles, can't bear the pain.

What it is? What's this guy's magic?

How about it? Never seen it?

When Aaron saw that his magic was taking effect, he was about to give chase. Suddenly, several vines covered with thorns rose from the ground, binding his legs and binding him in place. The sharp thorns on the thorns pierced his body. , spurting out streaks of blood.

Oops, something is wrong!

The trainee knight in front of me is also a spell caster!

This is a first-level spell, entrapment strike.

This guy named Disma is not only a warrior, but he also works part-time as a ranger!

Yes, unlike what the world thinks, rangers are also a type of spellcasters. They use the magic origin of the natural world to cast spells, and dedicate their spirits to the laws of the world and the power of natural rules to pray for the power of magic. Therefore, they cast spells. The key attribute is perception.

The rangers are not full-time spellcasters, most of them only know a few minor spells, but even so, this brings countless variables to this battle.

Miscalculation, I thought I could use a loser warrior to show off my power, but I didn't expect to meet a warrior who works part-time as a ranger!

Pink flames rose from the ground, and the fear demon transformed from the flames greedily pounced on the surface of the thorns, ignoring the sharp thorns on them that pierced the body, sucking up the magic power on them.

The thorns quickly withered under the pink terror's sucking power. Aaron broke free and the two sides faced off again.

Both of them were surprised by the other's spell.

Especially for Disma, who was opposite Aaron, the trainee knight's wild eyes were slowly replaced by surprise.

What it is? What kind of spell is that?

Never seen it!

All trainee knights have taken magic response classes. They must be very proficient in facing the famous small spells in low-level magic such as hypnosis, colorful spray, greasy spell, shield spell, spider web spell, invisibility spell, and mirror shadow spell. How to deal with it? Disma really didn't take it seriously for a mere apprentice-level warlock.

But today I really encountered a ghost. The magic this guy cast was very weird, the magic missiles were very weird, and I had never seen that kind of pink flame before!

"When faced with powerful magic that is not recorded in the books, your best option is to retreat."

——National adventure experience

Both sides re-examined their opponents.

Aaron's face was as dark as water. With his current level of warlock profession plus charismatic bonus, he could only release three first-level magics before taking a break, and he had already used two of them.

Disma snorted with disdain on his unruly face, thinking that if he couldn't even take down this newcomer, wouldn't he be embarrassed?

He is a warrior and ranger who has just entered the elite level!

Good boy, you deserve to have the courage to challenge me, watch how I knock you down, and then sit on your waist to make you beg for mercy!

As expected, the trainee knight couldn't stand it anymore. He launched an attack first. Facing the long sword in Aaron's hand, Disma's sword in his right hand clashed with it and deflected his sword edge. At the moment of the confrontation between the two sides, he suddenly bent down. Shen, the scimitar in his hand went straight to Aaron's chest!

Aaron could no longer dodge, and the Viscount barely withstood the huge force on the sword and used the last magic on Disma.

The Whip of Slaanesh!

Three long purple whips covered with barbs spurted out from the palm of his hand and wrapped around Disma's body, knocking away the scimitar in his left hand and cutting a foot-long line of blood on the guy's chest and back. Kouzi.

After the magic was released, Aaron rolled sideways to avoid the incoming sword blade. Similarly, Disma also broke away from the shackles of the Whip of Slaanesh. At the same time, both sides held swords with both hands at the same time, and the two long swords were in the air. Banging together.

"you lose!"

"it's over!"

Aaron let go of his right hand, and he clenched his fist tightly. The muscles of his right arm were tense, and purple-gray veins burst out from the back of his hand!

Disma's left hand continued to exert force to suppress the entangled sword blade, and he also raised his fist as big as a sandbag. His muscles vibrated one by one, and his strength was gathering!

boom!

Aaron's fist hit Disma's arrogant left face, and the skin on Disma's face fluctuated like a tide.

Snapped!

Disma's fist also hit Aaron's delicate, smooth and charming left face, creating a twisted storm.

The two screamed and retreated at the same time. Aaron took a few steps back and fell on his back. Half of his face immediately swelled up. In his dizziness, Aaron just managed to hold his body up with his hands to prevent himself from lying completely flat.

Disma also took a few steps back before standing still. The left side of his face was also swollen, and there was a bright red streak under his nose. He tapped it with his finger, sneered, and put his finger into his mouth to suck.

"Hey, boy, are you still here? Are you okay?" the trainee knight mocked.

"Why do you talk so bad? Brother, go get the hemorrhoids in your mouth cut off as soon as possible." Aaron also mocked.

The former's taunting was obviously not as harmful as the latter's taunting. Disma's face was twitching crazily at Aaron's words.

"That's enough, stop!" Not far away, a door in the castle opened wide, and a purple dragon knight from the flag team flew out. The crowd automatically made way for them.

"Separate them! These two guys are not easy to worry about." The leading purple dragon knight ordered.

"Yes, Your Excellency Flag Officer, we will do it immediately."

Flag officer? ! Aaron, who was still trying to be brave, quickly looked at the leading Purple Dragon Knight and saw that he was wearing a fine gold plate armor with protective runes. He was very tall and much stronger than Disma and himself. His eyes were serious and deep, and under his thick bush-like eyebrows, a pair of gray eyes shot out a panther-like gaze, like a bright steel knife stabbing him, stably and accurately, hitting the vital point.

But his most distinctive feature is his thick hair. His long brown hair makes him as majestic and intimidating as a lion. His big brown beard is thicker than a down quilt, extending down to almost as much as his head. The heads are the same length.

He resembles the hero of those old stories, and can undoubtedly intimidate any opponent as much as the weapon in his hand.

Aaron recognized him.

He is Lucian Buckman, his father's old friend and comrade-in-arms, one of the flag officers of the Purple Dragon Knights, and a master-level Purple Dragon Knight.

"Who is this and what are they doing? Ian, I need you to give me an explanation. I didn't hear that there was a competition today, and it was a costume competition!" the flag officer said in his unique low, serious and magnetic voice.

"There's nothing wrong with that. You see, if we fight like this, we won't have to take the military assessment to join the regiment?" Ian still looked that weird: "I can only say that the level of these two rookies is not good. Not even a single tooth was knocked out, no, no, no.”

"Ian! You are always like this. Is it so attractive to you that two young men beat each other to a bloody head?" the flag officer retorted dissatisfiedly: "What good does this do to the Knights?"

"Oh, please, my dear Lucian, don't you also like to say 'let the recruits go on their own'? I am also helping them go on their own!" Ian smiled and spread his hands, looking like I have more authority than you, what can you do? expression.

The flagbearer threw away the argument in disgust and motioned for the medical paladins to rush up and treat Aaron and Disma's injuries.

"Disma! What are you doing? I told you to practice, is this how you practice?" the flag officer said sternly.

"Smelly old man, this guy provoked me first!" Disma was obviously dissatisfied. The trainee knight pointed at Aaron's nose and shouted: "If he hadn't been dangling over there to block me and asked me if I wanted to compete, How can I fight with him in costume?"

Lucian directly punched Disma on the head: "If you hit him with your crossbow, if he doesn't regard you as an enemy, does he still regard you as a friend?"

"You kid, you always like to abuse force. You will never get my approval!"

Disma covered his head, but the trainee knight was still unconvinced: "Who makes him so conspicuous and arrogant? It's hard to shoot him in the head without using a crossbow!"

Another iron fist hit Disma's head. The trainee knight screamed and covered his head and squatted down: "Ah!"

Aaron swallowed.

This punch looks painful!

"Your Excellency Lucian, this is just a misunderstanding." Aaron also gave up. The Viscount knew very well that he did not handle this matter well. Disma deserved to throw the crossbow at him, but he also took the initiative to propose the competition. question.

He just wanted to find someone to compete with him to get a chance to show his strength. It can be seen that this guy's head was almost smashed after two punches, and Aaron's goal was achieved.

Moreover, Lucian seemed to have a very good relationship with Disma, and Aaron felt that he wanted to give face to his father's old friend.

The aristocratic circle is different from the military circle. The former is treacherous and treacherous, but it still pays attention to a relatively complete set of rules, while the army is a naturally social place that pays great attention to strength and the winner is king.

After entering this fortress, it's hard to talk about titles. Big fists are the last word, so Aaron just wants to pick a fight and find someone to fight with. This is the best way to show off your strength, increase your sense of presence, and gain everyone's recognition. method.

It was also part of his plan, but something went wrong. Alas, it seems that Tzeentch's wisdom is not always reliable. He should be careful in the future.

"Mr. Disma, you are very skilled." Aaron smiled while rubbing his swollen face.

"..." Disma didn't answer. He crossed his arms and raised his head, half of his face and the top of his head were swollen, in a gesture of disdain.

Bang!

Another iron fist hit Disma's forehead: "He's talking to you! Didn't you hear it?!"

Disma, who was punched three times in a row, was a little stunned. He covered his head with tears in his eyes: "Uh, okay, okay, not bad."

"When will this kid learn knightly etiquette?" Lucian sighed, and his stern eyes glanced at Aaron, "Come in, Aaron, welcome to the Purple Dragon Knights."

"Hello, Sir Lucian..." Aaron saluted Lucian.

"In the Knights, please address me by title!" Lucian emphasized sternly.

"Yes, Flag Officer Lucian!" Aaron repeated.

"You guys go in first. I have something to take care of. I'll be back in fifteen minutes." Lucian nodded, glanced at Disma again, then mounted his horse again and left.

"Huh, stinky old man!" Seeing Lucian leave, the trainee knight muttered and cursed, and then said to Aaron: "Let's go, boy, your skills are good. I will take you in. You will win this competition." ."

"Oh? Really?" Aaron touched his left cheek, which was still a little swollen. The wounds left in the previous duel between the two had been healed by the holy warrior's holy treatment, but the heartbreaking pain really left him. I was deeply impressed: "Why did you just give up?"

"Huh, what's there to show off? I've already entered the elite level for the first time, and you're just an apprentice. That's my advantage. Isn't it fun to bully you? If we fight like this, I lose." Disma crossed his arms over his chest. , raised his head: "Enjoy your victory, temporary victory, because I will soon become stronger, stronger than the smelly old man."

"So you are a trainee knight of Lucian's flag-bearer?" Aaron couldn't help but laugh: "Also, didn't the flag-bearer say that within the knights' order, there is a need to hold titles."

"The job of the smelly old man is the smelly old man!" Disma glanced sideways at Aaron: "I'll call him the smelly old man."

"Okay, it's not me who was punched by him anyway." Aaron didn't bother to correct him.

"I know you, the last Salian, son of Manuel, good friend of the smelly old man, he has been mentioning you in the past two days." Disma thought of Lucian's heavy punch and felt his head still hurt: "So What? Are you planning to officially join the Purple Dragon Knights and use your knight qualifications to receive recruit training?"

"Yes." Aaron nodded.

"Where's the official transfer order?"

"Here." Aaron took out a roll of parchment covered with the royal ring.

"Okay, I'll hold your things for you. There's a recruit reporting office in front of you. Just take your transfer order and register." Disma pointed to a corner in the courtyard.

This guy... I punched him, and his attitude toward me got better.

Aaron complained in his mind that it seemed that some people just deserved a beating.

As the new recruits reported to the door, Aaron breathed out softly.

Six months! He only has six months!

So, get started!

My path to strength!

Here I will give a unified reply. Many people think that nobility is more than everything. Nobles are the emperors in their own territories. Not to mention that it is not applicable in Western fantasy. In reality, it is only true in a very small number of times in the middle and early Middle Ages, and even During the time of Charlemagne, nobles moved from one position to another.

As for the status of the protagonist, I think it has been made very clear in the previous thirty chapters. He does have a title, but that's all. In the fantasy world, it all comes down to strength after all.