So now the aristocracy likes to hire golden sons to do things for them.
And many times, only the Son of Gold can fight against the Son of Gold.
After all, only the immortal can defeat the immortal.
Alfred hiring five players to do things for himself is not a strange operation.
Roland originally just listened to this matter. After all, Tobj?rn's death was something he expected.
¡°I just didn¡¯t expect that three days later, Roland was scrolling through posts during his break and accidentally came across a popular video.
"The reason why a filial son cruelly kills his father is this, and the Chinese people fell silent after reading it"
A strong UC body rushed towards my face.
Although he knew that such titles generally had no substantial content, Roland still couldn't help but click on this post.
What if there is content?
After the post opened, Roland clicked on the video and saw a familiar person kneeling in the room, covered in blood.
Around the room, there were many corpses, all of them wearing magic robes.
And the person kneeling has a big bald head.
Torbj?rn!
Roland was stunned for a moment, then continued reading.
In the video, although Torbj?rn is breathing heavily, his expression is still slightly calm. Of course, it is possible that he is pretending.
He said: "Alfred, you don't know our relationship. I can tell you that you are actually mine"
"My biological son, right?"
A slightly green voice sounded, and then the perspective quickly moved to the opposite side of Tobj?rn.
A young man in a white robe stood proudly with a sarcastic look on his face.
"Uh" Tobj?rn's voice finally contained some disbelief: "Since you know, why?"
"Why?" Alfred chuckled: "Because I only have one father, Gawain Munster. Who do you think you want to be my father?"
Toby Xun became excited when he heard this, and he even got a little angry: "Why, how can that useless man be qualified to be your father!"
Alfred became angry when he heard this. He rushed forward and kicked Tobj?rn hard in the face, sending the latter flying several meters away.
Blood splatters.
There was a player present who couldn't help but whistle.
Everyone looked at this person immediately.
The player shrugged, looking quite embarrassed.
Although it looked miserable, Tobj?rn was a professional after all. He wiped his bloody face, and then said angrily: "Even if you deny it, you can't change the fact that my blood is flowing in your body." .You are the descendant of a noble spell caster. How can you be the father of my descendant, that waste with no power, wealth, or ability? He can raise you, it is the goddess of luck who cares about him."
Alfred's face became even colder. He gathered a spear of light in his right hand and stabbed it hard, directly hitting Tobj?rn's left kidney.
Torbj?rn screamed in pain and wanted to struggle, but was held down by two players behind him.
For a professional, or a master-level professional, such an injury may be considered a serious injury, but it is not fatal.
Tobj?rn's face was pale. After howling, he looked at Alfred and smiled miserably: "Are you hating me for not raising you since you were a child? I have no way, after all, I I only found out about your existence recently, and I had no idea that that lowly woman was so lucky to be pregnant with a professional¡¯s child.¡±
Alfred shook his head slowly, his expression getting colder and colder. Looking at Tobj?rn's expression was like looking at a dung maggot.
"You know? My favorite people are my father and mother." A smile appeared on Fred Aji's face: "Since I was a child, my father has always been very gentle. Even though I am not his biological son, he treats me He treated me as his own son. He only spanked me once. When I was twelve years old, I molested a passing civilian girl of the same age in front of my house. Then he slapped me. That was the only time he spanked me. I."
Tobj?rn laughed and said: "That cowardAmong weapons, the sword is the most noble.
Of course, this is just the view of most elves.
Many organizations or forces actually do not recognize this concept.
For example, the three religions of light, life, and even druids consider the hammer to be the most sacred.
The elves believe that the sword is a straight-forward weapon, and have given the sword many spiritual meanings.
For example, a noble elf should be like a long sword, and an upright character should be like a long sword.
These things are easy for Roland to understand. After all, they are somewhat similar to the spirit of a martial arts swordsman.
The second book describes how to use the elemental core to coordinate the power of the elements, and finally transform the body to become an elemental lord.
The book says it¡¯s difficultbut for Roland, it¡¯s not difficult at all.
The two most critical factors for becoming an elemental lord are: Elf bloodline and the ability to control elemental magic to an almost extreme level.
Roland possesses both of these two key factors.
¡°The talent of ¡®Magic Control¡¯ is real and not even available to the elves.
According to the book, Roland drew a magic circle on the ground, threw five elemental cores into it, and finally used the pressure of the magic circle to squeeze all the elemental cores into a uniform mixed magic power.
Finally, it is guided into one's own body to develop the body's quality, making the entire body more affinity to elemental magic.
This thing is simple to say, but it is actually very, very difficult to do.
First of all, it is extremely difficult to mix five different elemental magic powers. Once the proportion is even slightly wrong, it will explode.
And it has to be guided into the body. If there is any slight mistake, this temporarily mixed magic power will explode in the body, and the entire body will be torn apart, and even death will be seriously injured.
But Roland succeeded easily. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com