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Old John did not wear knight's heavy armor, only hard leather armor.
It¡¯s not that he can¡¯t wear heavy armor when he¡¯s old The lifespan of professionals is much longer than that of normal people, and they even age much slower than ordinary people.
Although Old John is already in his forties, he now looks like he is in his early thirties at most, and that¡¯s even if he deliberately grew a beard.
"If he shaved off his beard and went out on the street with his son John Jr., people who didn't know them would definitely think that they were brothers, not father and son.
Asking someone to help you put on your armor is a ritual, usually done by knight apprentices. If you ask a close descendant to help you, it is to tell him that you are about to go to the battlefield, and it is time to get used to the atmosphere of the battlefield in advance. .
Hearing what his father said, little John was very excited.
As the only heir, he was well protected and had never set foot on the battlefield.
The more forbidden something is, the more it will attract people¡¯s attention and appeal.
Little John has a special interest in battlefields, but due to his father's orders, he never takes the initiative to go near such a place.
Now, an opportunity to observe the battlefield head-on without any danger is in front of you.
Little John didn¡¯t want to miss this opportunity.
Old John didn¡¯t want his son to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to conduct on-site teaching.
With the help of his son, Old John finished putting on the hard leather armor. He turned to Little John and said: "My child, starting from today, you will officially appear in everyone's sight as the future heir of Delbon City. Also starting from today, the larks will sing your glory, the phoenixes will bloom for you, and you will become one of the most distinguished people in Hollevin."
Little John was shaking with excitement. He knelt down on one knee and looked at Old John with admiration: "I will always love you, my beloved father."
Just when the city lord and his family were showing their fatherly filial piety, Roland and Jet were sitting in a small boat.
Although the sun was blazing above his head and his hair was about to burst into flames, Jet's face was a little pale.
Roland sat opposite him, flipping through the magic books he took out of the system backpack, and said, "Are you afraid of water? Can't you swim?"
"No, I'm seasick!" Jeter laughed awkwardly: "The boat is rocking back and forth on the waves, and I'm a little nauseous."
Roland thought for a while, leaned out of the boat, stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the river.
With his finger as the center, the river surface began to freeze quickly, with white ice edges forming first, and soon forming a thin ice layer with a radius of about five meters.
¡°Then the thin ice layer thickened rapidly and soon turned into a floating platform with a thickness of at least half a meter.
The boat was also frozen in it.
Although the ice is still floating on the water and slowly drifting down the current, at least the boat is fixed and will no longer sway.
Jet was overjoyed, jumped onto the ice, stepped on it hard, and found that the ice was very solid, and exclaimed: "Damn it, you are so powerful, what kind of magic is this? Ice Ring Technique, or Ice Ring Technique?" refer to?"
"No, it's just a matter of converting the magic elements into ice properties and injecting them into the river."
¡°Like dropping a little ink into clean water?¡± Jeter asked.
Roland nodded, and he jumped off the boat and stepped onto the ice.
The circular ice floating platform with a radius of five meters is already quite large if viewed as a river boat.
When the two of them stood up, it seemed very spacious.
Because the ice has been releasing chill, the two gradually felt that the temperature was very cool.
Jett looked at the ice floe under his feet, then looked at Roland, and asked what he had always wondered: "What is your current upper limit of mana?"
"200!" This was not important information, so Roland did not hide it.
There is a formula that can be applied to the growth of mana, plus the bonus of the Explorer title. As long as a thoughtful person can figure it out, there is no point in telling lies and deceiving people.
Jet looked at the sky a little sadly: "I'm only 82, and this still includes the bonus of expertise. Everyone is a spellcaster, and the level is the same. Why do you think our blue bar values ??are so different?"
Roland said helplessly: "Our mage focuses on intelligence growth, and your priest focuses on will. One has a higher mana limit, and the other has a faster mana recovery speed. There is no comparison."
"But you have a special and exclusive mana recovery skill, double the effect!"??That kind of thing.
Hawke waited for a while and said: "Go down and mobilize."
The two of them got off the arrow tower.
There was an army of about three hundred people waiting in front of them.
These people stand very straight, with their hands on the outside of their thighs and their heads held high.
Looks full of energy.
Hawke looked at them and said sternly: "We were originally beggars, dirty and lowly. The nobles did not want to pay attention to us, the businessmen looked down on us, and the common people stayed away from us. No one has ever been willing to help us, and now we are finally relying on our own With both hands, we have lived a good life, but they don't seem to want us to live a better life. They want to destroy everything we have now. They think we don't deserve a good life. They want to step us back into the mud again! Are you convinced?"
These soldiers in simple clothes had anger in their eyes.
"Now, it's time to test our integrity. Why are we born low, why can't we live a good life, and why can they ride on our heads and shit and piss!" Hawke patted himself. Chest, roared: "I refuse to accept! Kneel down to live, or stand up to die, what is your choice? Tell me loudly!"
The soldiers suppressed their blushes, and veins popped out on their foreheads and necks. They raised their weapons high: "Stand and die!"
"Stand and die!"
"Stand and die!"
The continuous roar was like the roar of a dragon, frightening away all the nearby birds, and the wild dogs were so frightened that they crawled with their tails between legs.
Hawke pressed his hands down, and the soldiers immediately became quiet, but everyone's eyes seemed to be burning with flames.
"We can use our own hands, holding hoes and sickles, to create a happy life for ourselves. Now, we can also use our own hands, pick up weapons, defeat them, make them look at us, or even fear us, and use the word humble , stripped from us, so that our descendants can walk on the streets of the city with dignity! They will not live in a fixed place, will not panic when seeing businessmen and nobles, and will not feel ashamed because of their identity. !¡±
The eyes of these beggar soldiers originally only had the flames of anger, but now there is something more: hope.
Hawke chuckled: "So, if we defeat them, we can survive standing up!"
"Stand up to give birth!"
It was as if hundreds of lions roared at the same time, and the loud noise seemed to shatter the low rain clouds in the sky.
The clouds dispersed piece by piece! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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