From Prisoner to Si Chen

William Gerrard…

Hearing the boy say his new name, Ji Lan couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his eyes.

He was originally guessing who in the "Healing Knights" the "Av" in this film was...

But I didn’t expect that it was Captain William himself!

'No wonder...'

Ji Lan couldn't help but secretly thought.

Only William Gerrard, an important figure, is qualified to serve as the key link between the two films.

'So, the series "Dark Ages # 1" and "The Great Plague # 2" tell the story of the leader? ! ’

He thought about it and was shocked.

‘The secret history of his ascension... just like Peyton Sasha? ! ’

Just as he was lost in thought, the blond boy sitting on the horse turned his head and said in a weak but not cowardly tone:

"Benefactor, please teach me fighting skills and swordsmanship."

Ji Lan retracted his thoughts and looked over, but the boy was not afraid to look at him.

"Why do you want to learn this?"

"Isn't this why you saved me?"

William replied quietly.

He was silent for a few seconds and then said:

"Don't worry, I will study hard... I am ten years old this year. Please give me two years. I will definitely be able to help you kill people. If not, I will voluntarily become your slave."

"During this period of study, I will not be free of charge. You can do whatever you want with me. I can chop wood, cook, wash, hunt... I can do it."

Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

Even the other caravan members who heard his words showed expressions of surprise.

What surprised them was not the boy's arrogance, but his sensibility and intelligence.

To put it bluntly, what kind of labor force does a child with a sallow face and skin have? Purely a burden.

If Gilan had not asked for mercy, the caravan steward would have never been able to save him. It's okay for a short time, but once time passes, he will definitely be abandoned.

William's words were actually a retreat for advancement.

He was fighting for his own chance to survive.

"Haha, I can't make the decision..."

Ji Lan chuckled lightly.

William's little hands tightened and clenched into fists, but his resolute expression did not change at all.

Jilan turned to look at the caravan steward, signaling with his eyes.

The middle-aged and young people in charge looked at each other and exchanged a few words in a low voice.

Gillan's hearing was so keen that he caught their whispers clearly.

The topic the two discussed actually revolved around Gilan...

As the captain of the caravan guard, his status was actually higher than he thought.

Although the steward is responsible for the business, it will be difficult to do business without Ji Lan, a capable and trustworthy captain.

After all, in this era of war and chaos, when traveling long distances to transport goods, the probability of encountering refugees, bandits and deserters is really high.

It must be escorted by a trustworthy armed force!

Otherwise, betraying someone halfway is no joke...

In order not to offend Gillan for this "little thing", after some discussion, the two stewards smiled and agreed to take William in.

"Since the manager agrees, I can teach you."

Ji Lan withdrew his gaze and said.

"Thank you, benefactor."

William's pupils widened, he breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly thanked him.

Jilan looked at the young leader with a smile, and couldn't help but secretly think that the other party's lofty dream of ending the war and unifying the world was probably born during this period...

His home was burned down, his relatives and friends died in the humiliation, leaving him as a child to survive.

It was difficult for Gillan to imagine what kind of pain William was suffering, and what kind of powerful motivation burst out from this pain...

Perhaps it was such a painful experience that created the leader of later generations, and even the god of resistance and change - the "Crippled King" of December Sichen!

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In the next few days, the caravan moved on in an orderly manner.

As long as he stops to rest, Gillan will take the time to teach William fighting and swordsmanship.

It's interesting to say.

The body-building skills and swordsmanship that Jilan mastered all originated from the "Healing Knights". Now he has turned against Tiangang and taught the "ancestral master" as a student.

But he enjoyed it.

At the same time, Gillan was also deeply shocked by William's talent.

In just two days, William unexpectedly found a new path based on the "White Cross Body Training Technique" despite the lack of secret medicine.

Although it is not the "slime" stage, it is plausible.

Moreover, the benefits William gained were not small. He soon outgrew his weakness and became more physically fit.

This made Gillan feel incredible.

You must know that William is not the leader of future generations yet. He is just an uninformed country boy in a remote village. He knows nothing about mysticism and has no experience in spiritual practice...

To be able to do this is really contrary to common sense.

Gilan even had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. If we were to put it in the words of those novels and TV series in the previous life, it would be——

The man of destiny!

Unparalleled genius!

Son of luck!

In more popular terms, he is the "protagonist of the times"!

Several times while he was teaching step by step, he even made tentative insinuations, asking William if he had ever picked up any inconspicuous gadgets to wear on his body, if he could see prompts that others could not see, and if he could see every date. You will get magical items on time...

However, William always denied it with a surprised look on his face, as if he was confused by Jilan's questions.

Jilan once whispered:

"Odd things change, but even things don't change."

But William was still confused.

Jilan repeatedly observed the boy for a long time, but he didn't see anything unusual about him. He was sure that William was not a time traveler, and there was no so-called "golden finger".

This was a real genius...

"This is the dialect we use to greet friends in our hometown."

Jilan said casually at the time.

William suddenly realized it and didn't ask too many questions.

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William was like a compressed sponge, trying his best to absorb the various fighting skills that Jilan taught him.

The little boy learned very quickly.

Almost a different look every day.

From the initial clumsiness, to the appearance, to the terrible point that even the caravan guards almost lost to him in a one-on-one fight.

If it weren't for William's physical limitations, I'm afraid he would have had the strength to kill an adult head-on.

In less than a month, the caravan's views on William changed dramatically.

This little boy...

It's incredible!

In Jilan's eyes, William is like a crazy wolf. Even though he is young, he is fierce in his bones and blood.

In order to gain more power, he treats Jilan as pious and respectful as a god, even humble.

In the eyes of the caravan members, this little guy will be able to stand out sooner or later.

In this war-torn era, with such a fighting talent, as long as he doesn't die halfway, he will definitely become a big man...

But compared to the shock and appreciation of others, Jilan just watched silently most of the time.

Perhaps only he knows.

William at this moment is very similar to him in the past.

No matter what the surface is, there is a beast hidden in his heart...

In order to pursue revenge and realize the grand dream of ending the war, this beast will drive William forward without stopping.

This day.

The caravan encountered an accident on the way north.

The crowd was intercepted by a thick wood placed horizontally in the middle of the road on a small path, and there were dead branches and stones artificially placed around it.

The experienced caravan manager's face changed slightly, and he quickly reminded: "Be careful! There are bandits!" As soon as he finished speaking, thirty or forty people rushed out from the surrounding woods, hillsides, and even bushes in the blink of an eye.

"Kill!"

"Hack them to death!"

"Flour! I saw flour!!"

The hoarse shouting and inexplicable shouting turned the original silence into noise and bustle.

These guys were ragged, and each of them was pale and thin, but their expressions were ferocious, and their bloodshot eyes were staring straight at the sacks on the cart.

They were refugees who had nowhere to go, and they didn't even have decent weapons. Most of them were rusty sickles, pitchforks, rakes and other farm tools, or kitchen knives, wooden sticks and other things.

Faced with the sudden attack, the caravan quickly regained its composure after the initial panic.

As the captain of the guards, Jilan took the lead in drawing the iron sword behind him and ordered:

"Everyone, form a circle, lean against the carriage, and protect the two managers!"

"Yes! Captain!"

The guards drew out their iron swords with a bang, and retreated in an orderly manner with solemn expressions, tightening the range.

They were experienced mercenaries, and had the advantages of leather armor and iron swords. No matter how they were, they crushed this mob.

Although they were outnumbered, from past experience, they only needed to hold on for a moment and kill some of the refugees, and the rest would surely scatter and run faster than anyone else.

"William!"

Jilan turned his head and called out.

The little guy, who was less than 1.3 meters tall, quickly responded:

"Teacher, I'm here!"

"Here."

Jilan smiled and swung his hand, and the iron sword flew out of his hand.

William was startled at first, and then he caught the hilt accurately. The 6-pound sword was still quite heavy for a child. After he grabbed the iron sword, he was almost knocked down by inertia and staggered a few steps before he stood firm.

"Teacher, this...?"

William looked up, stunned.

"Whether it is fighting or swordsmanship, they are both killing skills... Let me see your performance."

Jilan stood empty-handed and said lightly.

Upon hearing this, the blond boy tightened his hands holding the iron swords, and his eyes instantly became firm and cold.

He shouted loudly, turned around and took the initiative to meet him.

No fear!

At this time, a refugee had already arrived in front of him, and he was about to raise his sickle with a ferocious face.

William moved quickly, stepped sideways, dodged the sickle, and sent out the iron sword in his hand---

Swish! !

The sharp tip of the sword pierced the refugee's left chest directly, causing him to freeze.

William's strength was not great, but he also completed the fatal blow smoothly. Some blood splashed on his face, causing his pupils to shrink slightly.

But after a moment of trance, the boy's expression returned to normal.

"Ha!" He remembered the teachings of Teacher Jilan and practiced the kick countless times.

Bang!

This kick cleverly hit the opponent's joints, and there was a sound of "Crack", and the refugee screamed and fell down.

The iron sword used the force to pierce his chest!

Plop!