Knight of the Light

There is a strict hierarchy in the world of swords and magic. Regular knights like Nasser must have a fairly noble background. From the age of five or six, they must begin to learn how to become a nobleman. Around the age of ten, they must go to be a knight attendant and exercise combat skills.

Dalit children are afraid that even their mother's milk will not be able to eat a few mouthfuls when they are born. His identity was locked at the bottom of society, and it was lucky to be a servant to the nobles. There was no normal opportunity for advancement.

Only in a place like the Black Forest, more than a dozen children can eat and drink enough to receive education and training. They show extraordinary discipline and collaboration in fighting practice, which is most special.

In Powell's eyes, more than a dozen participating children held wooden swords and wooden shields and divided into three groups to launch attacks from different directions. They have a clear division of labor and cover each other.

One set of actions must have two other sets of attacks. If one group is defeated by the Nasser Knights, the other two groups will be rescued. Although this cooperation is still very unskilled, this spirit and momentum are commendable.

Powell thought about all the aristocratic teenagers he knew, and none of them could compare with those in front of him. In head-to-head fights, heads-up was the mainstream, and group brawls were despised.

Naser's old knight's wooden sword continued to split, relying on the strength advantage to back up the guard with the wooden shield. Leng Buding met Zhou Qingfeng, who rushed up with the sword. He stirred with a sword flower and stirred away the wooden sword in Uncle Zhou's hand.

The sword pointed directly at Zhou Qingfeng's chest, forcing him to turn over and avoid, extremely embarrassed. The competition stopped here. Although only a dozen rounds, all participants were panting.

The old knight himself saw sweat on his forehead, and he asked in surprise: "Her Hugo, how did you do that?"

"Borrowing the power of the Holy Light." Zhou Qingfeng looked down at his chest. Although it was an unopened wooden sword, he cut his coat open. He smiled bitterly: "Knight, you can release your power?"

The old knight was surprised at the word 'Holy Light'. He stumbled for a while and asked ‘Holy Light’. After receiving a simple answer from Sophia, he couldn't help but grin: "You actually use your power to integrate the servants, it's amazing."

People in the Black Forest can now get used to the existence of the "Holy Light" instant messaging system because it is so convenient. Everyone regards it as Victor Hugo's ability, or the forces behind it.

The old knights can use ‘Holy Light’ to understand what is happening within a few kilometers of the Harmony Village, and they can precisely control the village. When necessary, he can quickly mobilize people to solve problems, which was unimaginable in the past.

No one can deny this one-way information transparency. Whether it is work or staffing, this is an artifact-like auxiliary skill.

But the old knight didn't even think of using the "Holy Light" to coordinate the advancement and retreat of more than a dozen people in battle. But after thinking about it, he was even more shocked. He usually dealt with this rookie siege, and they could flee in a few rounds.

Although the old knight didn't do his best, the two sides also played a dozen rounds, and they had offense and defense, which is commendable. He nodded approvingly: "Her Hugo, you still have a poor foundation. If you can train for a few years, your guard will be amazing."

Zhou Qingfeng turned back to look at his self-serving servant who had been eating for a month, and nodded bitterly. The attendants were young and thin, and after more than a dozen rounds, many people were exhausted and wheezed, unable to lift even the wooden sword.

After the training, Powell and others continued to move forward. They are new adventurers who will be incorporated into the village patrols to sweep out monsters outside the village.

Powell saw that the trained rookies had a very strong young man. The cooperative fighting just seemed to focus on him, so he asked the villagers who led the way who it was?

"That's our chairman of the Black Forest, His Excellency Victor Hugo."

"Who?"

Powell was secretly surprised. On his way, Fabro spoke a lot of bad things about 'King of the Black Forest'. Victor Hugo in his imagination should be tall and strong, or gloomy, but this is not what it looks like today.

Powell had to look at it again, trying to see through the true face of the boy. But he looked at the training ground. The old knight suddenly waved at him and shouted, "Hey, those in gray armor, come here."

Powell was startled, stopped, and a series of thoughts came to his mind. But he stayed still, trying to stay calm. Especially within a few meters of Zhou Qingfeng, he fully excited the effect of a camouflage amulet on his chest to avoid being seen through his identity.

The old knight looked closely at Powell again, and said in a deep voice, "You have a steady pace and your ability should be good. Practice a few tricks with His Excellency Hugo. With a little skill, you can give your best,"

After that, the guards handed in wooden swords and shields and put on a set of protective gear. The same is true of Zhou Qingfeng, who is holding a sword and shield eagerly.

Powell's first reaction was, "I don't need protective gear." Following his heartbeat, he faintly speeded up, inexplicably thinking: "Let me fight with this kid? Let me do my best? I can do this with my best The kid split into dregs!

I was so close to the goal of this crusade? Is this a temptation to me? Or have you seen through my identity? Or is it just an accident, just asking me to be a sparring? "

Powell was a little cranky. He looked at the boy on the opposite side and asked in a low voice, "You are Victor Hugo?"

"Yes indeed."

"You are the leader of this village?"

"Yes indeed."

"Is that you dominating the entire Black Forest?"

"Yes indeed."

"You are the King of the Black Forest?"

"Wang a ghost, have you ever seen a king who rules only one village? Stop talking nonsense, come and fight with me."

After a series of positive answers, Powell really had a sudden urge to burst out. He thought to himself that if he disguised himself at the moment and made a big move, would he be able to kill the evil boss in one fell swoop? Then the purpose of this trip is complete.

Eliminating this person, the lair of many evil forces will collapse and the enslaved villagers will be liberated. The Northland will once again eliminate the crisis and people can live a peaceful life again.

This boy is not strong. Although he is better than the rookie guards in the training just now, he is only limited. Powell held the wooden sword tightly and couldn't help asking: "What if I kill you?"

Zhou Qingfeng laughed, "You must have this ability."

ability? What else do you need to kill you?

The taunt angered Powell's heart. His eyes were red, and he secretly encouraged himself, "For justice, I will sacrifice." The sword tip was split vertically, and he quickly and fiercely struck Zhou Qingfeng's brain.

The blade is windy, with thunder and ruthless.

The juvenile raised his shield to greet him, and slammed the block.

The ecstasy of Powell's heart could no longer be curbed, his voice shook, and he burst out drinking. He had absolute confidence in his own strength, and was directly out of the way, cutting this evil core in half.

This blow will not be spared!

The sword and shield fought and shattered.

Powell felt that he was in excellent condition, and it would be the glorious moment in life. Then he flew up. The man was in the middle of the air, his eyes were staring at the gloomy sky, but his mind was thinking about a strange question. I seemed to be hit by something.