A few days passed in a flash.
In the early morning, when the sun had just risen, Athir walked to the edge of the camp with his sword in hand.
There is a piece of flat land here, and a small training ground has been specially planned for the soldiers to use. It is also where Athir usually trains.
It was just dawn and there was no one around.
Athir walked quietly to the edge and slowly drew his sword.
Wow!
The sharp sound of a long sword breaking through the air rang in my ears, and it whistled forward with a gust of sword wind.
A few meters in front of Athir, a crack appeared on the two-meter-high wooden stake. It was neat and sharp, without any debris splashing out.
Looking at this scene, Atier seemed to understand something.
He slowly raised his hand, and in an instant activated the seed of life in his body, activating the newly generated mysterious power in his body.
Specks of silver appeared in his hands, very conspicuous in the sunlight, and they wrapped around his arms and moved continuously.
Athir walked to the front, looked at the huge wooden stake in front of him, clenched his fist and punched forward hard.
bump!!
A huge crash sounded at the spot.
The huge fixed wooden stake was shaking violently, as if it was hit by an extremely powerful force.
Feeling the force coming back from his body, Athir withdrew his hand and looked quietly in front of him.
In the center of the wood pile, a large hole had appeared, almost penetrated, leaving a pile of debris on the ground.
"This is fighting spirit, the power of the great knight?"
Looking at the result of his own actions in front of him, Athir muttered to himself.
After a few days of recuperation, his injuries have completely healed. The seeds of life in his body are growing rapidly, driving his body to transform rapidly, and now the adaptation period has finally ended.
When reaching the stage of Great Knight, the life energy in the knight's body will be further sublimated and will no longer be confined to the body. It can extend out of the body and exert all kinds of tremendous power.
This kind of power, known as fighting spirit by others, is exclusive to the great knight and is extremely powerful.
"But why is my fighting spirit silver?"
Standing there, looking at the wisps of fighting spirit emerging from his palm, Athir said doubtfully: "Is it because of the influence of that unknown power, or because I am a half-elf?"
He thought of his silver hair and couldn't help but think so.
Before, Athir had searched for a lot of information about knights, some of which came from books, and some from personal accounts of veteran knights like Flar, and the results he got in the end were similar.
According to the records and statements in those materials, the characteristic of the life energy diffusion in the body of a normal knight should be a conspicuous white color.
As for someone like Athir, it can only be explained by bloodline.
Without paying much attention to this problem, Athir walked aside and continued to experiment with his new power.
It was not until more and more people gathered around that he looked at the sky and left.
As time went on, the situation in the North became more and more chaotic.
Because of the severe withdrawal before, now almost all the soldiers under Count Polya have been transferred to the front line, and the soldiers left behind in various places are too scarce, so Fular and others can only take a small number of elite troops to continue to suppress the situation in various places.
Athir spent a month in such chaotic conditions until the troops at the front were about to return. He was then transferred and returned to the castle with Fular and others.
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At noon, the sound of horse hooves rang out in the wild.
"Athir, they are coming!"
Beside Athir, Elhua's excited voice sounded in his ears.
He forced himself to look into the distance, where a golden lion flag was being unfurled.
At this time, the castle gate slowly opened, and Count Polya, dressed in formal attire, with a rapier on his waist, walked out with a smile on his face.
Beside him, Knight Flar had a serious look on his face. He was leading the guards behind him, following Count Bolia to the front line.
In the distance, several knights also broke away from the team and quickly came towards Count Boria.
"Arcadela, my friend!"
When they were nearly a thousand miles away, Count Bolia smiled happily at the familiar figure on the other side, as if he was very happy about the other party's return: "I knew that you would bring me victory and good news, right?"
In front of him, a middle-aged man in white armor was riding a horse and slowly approaching. As he listened to Count Boria's words, a smile also appeared on his face.
He looked very handsome and sunny, but with a hint of arrogance and rebelliousness. When he saw Count Bolia approaching him in person, he did not feel nervous at all, but just said naturally: "Of course, my friend."
Seeing the casual look of the knight in front of him, a hint of displeasure flashed in the depths of Count Boria's eyes, but he concealed it very well and did not show it at all. He just laughed and congratulated him.
"This is Lord Arcadilla! He is indeed heroic!"
Standing next to Athir, Elhua looked at Arcadilla chatting and laughing with his father from afar, with an expression of admiration and respect on his face.
On the side, there was no expression on Athir's face. He just looked at the army in the distance with a heavy heart.
In the distance, the knights in black leather armor stood quietly, each of them had blood on their bodies, and it looked like they had just experienced a great battle, with an iron-blooded aura overwhelming them.
This is almost the strongest army that Athir has ever seen in this world. On the surface, it is even stronger than the personal guards led by Count Bolia himself.
In front, Count Bolia chatted with Fular and Arcadilla for a while, and then quickly led them towards the castle.
During this process, Athir noticed that the Black Knights directly under Akadila went in another direction. It seemed that they were not stationed in the castle, but were arranged in other places.
"Are you Athir?" A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, startling him.
Athir raised his head and looked in front of him, where a handsome blond man was looking at him. It was Akadila.
"Lord Arcadilla!" The moment he saw the other party, Athir's heart trembled. He felt a pressure coming from the knight in front of him, which made him instinctively alert.
The sound of the chip in my mind rang at this moment.
"Name: Arcadilla. Strength: 7.5. Agility: 7.1. Constitution: 7.7."
"Ding! This target is somewhat dangerous, it is recommended that the subject stay away!"
At this moment, Atier was startled and his whole body tensed up in an instant.
Compared to Count Bolia, who is also a great knight, Arcadilla in front of him is much stronger. Even Athir must treat him seriously, otherwise he will be in trouble if he is not careful.
"Name: Athir Fakus. Strength: 6.9. Agility: 6.9. Constitution: 7.2."
This is Atier's current data. After more than a month, he has made explosive progress and is definitely several times stronger than before.
With this data, if he really confronts the opponent, relying on the advantages brought by the chip, Atier is confident that he can suppress the opponent to a certain extent, but if he wants to kill the opponent head-on, not to mention how likely it is, even if he succeeds, he will inevitably have to pay an extremely high price.
"Don't be so nervous!"
Opposite to Athir, Arcadilla looked at the way Athir lowered his head, but he didn't care. He just laughed: "I just came to celebrate your becoming a knight!"
He patted Athir on the shoulder, smiled at him, and left.
(End of this chapter)