Chaos Crown

Chapter 31, the beginning of the road to the strong (second update!)

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

"boom!"

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

How did the trainee knight Disma fight with a newcomer?

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

At this time, there were twenty or thirty fully armed purple dragon knights in the training ground, plus guards, apprentices, logistics, and civilian staff, there were nearly a hundred people, and they all turned their eyes to Ian Ha, the Chief Inspector who was present at the same time. Jetson.

Ian still had the mean look, he pouted, his face was full of indifference, and he folded his hands on his chest.

What's wrong?Let this kid have a hard time seeing the world!
Here is the Knights!Not an aristocratic salon!The aristocracy doesn't apply here, boy!
Seeing Aaron's arrogant look, Ian really wanted to go up and slap him in the face!
Brat, what do you think you are?You don't know how far you are from being a real strong man!

You are so crazy when you come up, you will die if you go out to take risks!

Since the Chief Inspector didn't express his opinion, the training ground naturally began to watch the show.

The blades intersected, and both sides retreated subconsciously.

Aaron held the sword with one hand, and pressed the other hand under the sword-holder's wrist. Disma slashed left and right, and some gaps the size of rice grains could 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 of the very old weapons, it meant that Disma was definitely a fighting madman.

"Come!" Disma roared, the muscles on his exposed arms were tense, and the veins twisted under the skin like earthworms. His skin was gradually congested with the frenzy brought about by the battle, and the intense battle When the intention appeared, the trainee knight laughed wildly: "Use all your abilities! The last Salian, if you are not careful, you will die!"

"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 leaped vigorously, and the long sword in his hand fell first, and directly slashed at Aaron's head!

Aaron slid sideways to dodge, and the light of a ring of magic chaos missiles appeared in Lord Viscount's empty hand.

He was about to raise his hand to release the magic.

Disma's attack is faster than his spellcasting speed!
The sword was withdrawn, the knife was drawn, and a blade light wrapped in a strong wind came straight in front of him, making Aaron's delicate and fair face a little painful.

It's too late to release the Chaos Missile!

Aaron quickly retracted his sword to resist, and a strong and violent force came from his wrist, the blade was bounced off, and Lord Viscount, who had lost his center of gravity, took two steps back before releasing the Chaos Missile in his hand.

Three darts emitting colorful light approached from three different directions. The strange light on them made Disma puzzled. He gave up the pursuit and grabbed a small round shield from behind. The round shield blocked two chaotic missiles. , and the third shot hit him in the arm.

Bang!
Disma only felt his body shake, and a heart-rending pain ran along his arms and went straight to his forehead.

I'm injured?

What was even more strange was that there was a sharp pain like a knife slashing continuously from the wound, and even Disma, who had experienced many battles, could not stand the pain.

What it is?What is this guy's magic?
How about it?Never seen it?

Seeing that his magic was working, Aaron was about to give chase, when several vines covered with thorns suddenly rose from the ground, binding his legs and restraining him in place, the thorns on the thorns pierced into his body , soaring streaks of blood.

Oops, something is wrong!
The trainee knight in front of him is also a spellcaster!
This is a ring spell, Ensnare Strike.

This guy named Disma is not only a fighter, but also a part-time ranger!
Yes, different from what the world imagines, rangers are also a kind 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. The key attribute is perception.

Rangers are not full-time spellcasters, most of them only know some small spells, but even so, this has brought countless variables to this battle.

I miscalculated, I thought I could use a dick warrior to show off my prestige, but I didn't expect to meet a part-time ranger warrior!

Pink flames rose from the ground, and the Horrors that turned into flames greedily pounced on the surface of the thorns, ignoring the spikes piercing their bodies, sucking the magic power from them.

The thorns were quickly withered by the pink horror, Aaron broke free, and the two sides faced off again.

Both were amazed by the other's spell.

Especially in Disma opposite Aaron, the insolent eyes of the trainee knight were slowly replaced by surprise.

What it is?What kind of spell is that?
Haven't seen it!

All apprentice knights have taken magic countermeasures classes, and they are naturally very proficient in dealing with the famous small spells in low-level magic, such as hypnosis, colorful spray, grease, shield, spider web, invisibility, and mirror image. How to deal with it, Disma really didn't pay attention to an apprentice-level warlock.

But today I really encountered a ghost, the magic this guy cast is very weird, the magic missile is very weird, and that kind of pink flame has never been seen before!

"When faced with powerful magic that has not been recorded in the book, the best choice you have to do is to retreat."

——National Adventure Experience

Both sides re-examine their opponents.

Aaron's face was as deep as water. With his current warlock professional level plus charisma bonus, he could only release 3 first-ring spells before the rest, and he had already used up 2 of them.

Disma snorted coldly with disdain on his unruly face, thinking that if he couldn't even take down this newcomer, wouldn't he be ashamed?
He is a fighter and part-time ranger who has just entered the elite class!
Good boy, you deserve the courage to provoke me, watch how I beat you down, and then sit on your waist to make you beg for mercy!
As expected, the trainee knight couldn't bear it any longer. He launched an attack first. Facing the long sword in Aaron's hand, Disma's right hand sword clashed with it and pushed away his sword edge. At the moment when the two sides clashed, he suddenly bent down and fell down. Shen, the scimitar in his hand went straight to Aaron's chest!

Aaron couldn't dodge it anymore, the viscount barely resisted the huge force on the sword, and used the last magic on Disma.

Whip of Slaanesh!

Three purple long whips full of barbs sprayed out from the palm of Disma's body, knocking away the scimitar in his left hand, and even cut a foot-long line of blood on the guy's chest and back. mouth.

After the magic was released, Aaron rolled sideways to avoid the oncoming sword blade. Similarly, Disma also broke free from the shackles of Slaanesh's whip. Bang together.

"you lose!"

"ended!"

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

Disma's left hand continued to press down on the entangled sword blade, and also raised his fist as big as a sandbag, his muscles vibrated piece by piece, and his strength was gathering!

boom!
Aaron's fist hit Desma's arrogant left cheek, and the skin on Desma's face fluctuated like a tide.

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

The two backed away screaming at the same time. Aaron stepped back a few steps and fell on his back. Half of his face swelled up immediately. Under the dizziness, Aaron barely supported his body with his hands to prevent himself from lying completely flat.

Disma also backed up a few steps before standing still. His left cheek was also swollen, and there was a bright red flow from the bottom of his nose. He tapped his finger, put it into his mouth with a sneer, and sucked it.

"Hey, boy, are you still here? Can you do it?" the trainee knight laughed.

"Why do you speak so badly? Brother, go and cut off the hemorrhoids in your mouth." Aaron also laughed.

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

"Enough, stop!" Not far away, a gate in the castle opened wide, and a purple dragon knight of the flag team galloped out, and the crowd automatically made room for them.

"Separate them! Two people who are not worry-free." The leading purple dragon knight ordered.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Flag Officer, we will do it right away."

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 plank armor with protective runes, and he was very tall, much stronger than Disma and himself. His eyes were serious and deep, and under the thick bush-like eyebrows, a pair of gray eyes shot out a black panther-like gaze, like a shiny steel knife piercing over, stably and accurately, hitting the vital point.

But the most distinctive feature on his body is his thick hair. His long brown hair makes him look like a lion, majestic and intimidating. His big brown beard is thicker than a duvet quilt, extending down to almost his waist. The head is the same length.

Like the heroes of those old tales, he can certainly intimidate any opponent as much as the weapon in his hand.

Aaron recognized him.

He is Lucian Buckman, an old friend and comrade-in-arms of his father, one of the flag officers of the Purple Dragon Knights, and a master purple dragon knight.

"Who is this and what are they doing? Ian, I need you to give me an explanation. I haven't heard that there is a competition today, and it's a costume competition!" The flag officer said in his characteristic deep, serious and magnetic voice.

"There's nothing wrong with that. You see, if you fight like this, won't you save the military assessment for joining the regiment?" Ian still had that eccentric look: "It can only be said that the level of these two rookies is not good. Not even a single tooth was knocked out, no, no, no, no."

"Ian! You are always like this. Are two young men beaten to death so attractive to you?" The flag officer retorted dissatisfiedly: "What good does this do for the Knights?"

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

The flag bearer gave up the argument with an annoyed shake of his hand, and signaled the medical paladins to hurry up and treat Aaron and Disma.

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

"Stinky old man, it was this guy who provoked me first!" Disma obviously refused to accept, the trainee knight pointed at Aaron's nose and shouted: "If he was not dangling over there to block me, how could I have followed him?" Costume showdown?"

Lucian directly punched Desma on the head: "If you aim your crossbow at his head, he doesn't regard you as an enemy, but does he still regard you as a friend?"

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

Disma covered his head, but the trainee knight was still unconvinced: "Who made him so conspicuous and so coquettish, it's hard to shoot him in the head without a crossbow!"

Another iron fist hit Disma's head, and the trainee knight squatted down screaming, covering his head: "Ah!"

Aaron swallowed.

That fist looks like it hurts!

"Your Excellency Lucian, this is just a misunderstanding." Aaron also accepted it as soon as he saw it. The Viscount knew very well that he had not handled this matter well, and it would be damned if Disma fired at him, but there was also a problem with his own chaotic nature.

He wanted to pick things up to get a chance to show his strength, although in the end Aaron didn't think that Disma would really dare to fire. It can be seen that this guy was almost smashed to the head after being punched twice, and Aaron was very angry. Eliminated more than half.

Moreover, Lucian seems to have a very good relationship with Disma, and Aaron felt that he should give face to this old friend of his father.

The aristocratic circle is different from the military circle. The former is cunning and cunning, but still pays attention to a relatively complete set of rules, while the army is a natural social place, which 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 find someone to fight. This is the best way to show strength, improve the sense of presence, and gain everyone’s approval. way.

It was also part of his plan, but something went wrong. Hey, it seems that Tzeentch's wisdom is not always reliable, so I have to be careful in the future.

"Mr. Disma, you're not bad at it." Rubbing his swollen face, Aaron smiled.

"..." Desma didn't answer, he folded his hands on his chest, raised half of his face and his swollen head, showing disdain.

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

Disma, who had been punched three times in the head, was a little stunned. He covered his head, tears welling up in his eyes: "Um, okay, okay, not bad."

"When will this child learn knight etiquette?" Lucian sighed, his stern gaze swept across Aaron, "Come in, Aaron, welcome to the Knights of the Purple Dragon."

"Hello, Your Excellency Lucian..." Aaron saluted Lucian.

"In the knight order, please call me my title!" Lucian emphasized sternly.

"Yes, Lucian the Bannerman!" Aaron repeated.

"You go in first, I have something to take care of, I'll be here in 15 minutes." Lucian nodded, and gave Disma a hard look, then remounted and left.

"Hmph, old man!" Seeing Lucian leave, the trainee knight muttered and cursed, and then said to Aaron, "Come on, kid, you're good. I'll take you in. You've won this competition." .”

"Oh? Really?" Aaron touched his swollen left cheek. The wound left by the two duels had been healed by the paladin's lay on hands, but the piercing pain really left him I was deeply impressed: "Why did you admit defeat?"

"Huh, what's there to show off? I've just entered the elite level, and you're just an apprentice level. Is it interesting to bully you? If you fight like this, I'm the loser." Disma crossed his arms. , raised his head: "Enjoy your victory, temporary victory, because I will soon become stronger, stronger than the stinky old man."

"So you are an apprentice knight of Lucian's Banner Holder?" Aaron couldn't help laughing: "Also, didn't the Banner Holder say that in the knight order, you have to be called a position."

"The job of a smelly old man is a smelly old man!" Desma squinted at Aaron: "I will call him a 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, the son of Manuel, the old man's good friend, he has been talking about you for the past two days." Desma thought of Lucian's heavy punch and felt his head still hurt: "So What? Are you planning to formally join the Purple Dragon Knight, and use your qualification as a knight to receive recruit training?"

"Yes." Aaron nodded.

"What about the transfer order?"

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

"Okay, I'll help you with your things. The recruit report office is in front of you. Just take the transfer order and register." Disma pointed to a corner in the courtyard.

This man... I punched him, and his attitude towards me became better.

Aaron complained in his heart that it seems that some people just need to be beaten.

When the recruits reported to the gate, Aaron let out a soft breath.

six months!His time is only six months!
So, let's get started!

My road to the strong!
　Here I will give a unified reply. Many people think that nobles are more than everything. Nobles are the emperors in their own territories. Not to mention that it is not applicable in Western Fantasy, even in reality, only a very small amount of time in the middle and early Middle Ages was established, and even During the time of Charlemagne, the nobles were all in succession.

　　As for the status of the protagonist, I think it has been made very clear in the first thirty chapters. He does have a title, but that's about it.In the fantasy world, after all, it still depends on the ability to speak.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)