"He looks like he''s in pain." The wolf Walker looked at Lothar on the ground with some worry. Although the latter was still in sleep, the ferocious expression on his face and the swinging limbs indicated that he was suffering. Of course, the mage also saw these things, but he didn''t mean to stop. The dream net in his hand was still swinging according to certain rules. Cheese shook his head indifferently, and hern''s hand was still in the count''s hand, which meant that Lothar could wake up from his dream at any time if he wanted to. But the young black mountain is still sticking to it.


    "Many things are not enough to realize the internal connection of things because of our own limitations. Rereading memory, especially in the fragmented way of dreams, will bring out a lot of things that have been ignored. However, this is not all good. Emotion is a very unstable factor, and the memory jigsaw derived from it may take the initiative to ignore some objective factors. " The mage seemed to be explaining to Jackie wolfwalker and talking to Lothar, "it''s like those doctors with conscience always remember the people they didn''t save, but they would forget how bad the medical environment was at that time, and finally there was only deep self blame."


    "It sounds dangerous." The werewolf shrugged his nose. "Can he survive?"


    Cheese shrugged. "He''s the strongest soldier I''ve ever seen." Then he looked up and saw the green Wolf pupils. "At least one of them. But to be honest, no one will know how strong the human mind is until it is really tested. Now, it''s time for him to be tested. Protect him in the meantime. "


    "Your will, my sir." Jack nodded. He understood the meaning of the mage''s last words. During the three people''s stay here, some hungry monsters had already seen themselves peeping around. Wolfwalker''s muscles swelled and were ready to fight.


    It''s not just Jack who is ready to fight.


    "Ha, ha, ha..." In front of Lothar''s eyes, there was a small spot of water on the ground, which was caused by the dripping of his sweat. Hearing and touch almost lost their function under extreme fatigue, only vision was still struggling to support, fainting could come at any time. But even so, Lothar didn''t mean to stop.


    Not yet. We''ve reached it. The thin arm hard lift that heavy Tomahawk, with the strength of the whole body to its body in front of the dummy cut! "Poof!" Even if there is no blade, the weight and strength of the axe body is enough to break through the outer layer of the dummy''s leather and force out the straw inside. "Young master! Please stop, you have done a good job The head of the Heishan family and his valet rushed up with towels and drinks to see their posture. Unless Lothar cuts them with his axe now, they will stop the child.


    "Let go of me, I can practice!" The boy roared and struggled out of the people who cared about him. He looked like an angry lion cub, showing its developing tusks to all around him. This kind of behavior may frighten others, but it can only make the real lion laugh.


    "Let him go and I''ll practice with him." The man''s voice rang out, and the noisy crowd instantly quieted down. All the people, including the head of the Heishan family, saluted the speaker as soon as they saw the man''s face. "Your Majesty." Hern sitter, the king of the grey lion, appeared in the school field in a simple dress. His clothes showed that he had just arrived and had not even changed his clothes. "Take your weapon, my count."


    Lothar pulled out the Tomahawk stuck in the dummy, and faced sitter, he neither saluted nor said hello. Although he knew that the man in front of him was his own king and had been taking good care of himself before, the count of black mountain at this time had long neglected other things, and his heart only had an endless flame. The flame burned him, burned him, and forced the child to vent his pain in the most extreme way.


    In the face of Lothar like this, sitter waved the waiters around him to step down. The king took out his wooden sword and played it twice. "Look at us, Lothar. Children are using weapons, adults are using toys. Isn''t that ironic? "


    "I, wave it!" The boy drags an iron axe and rushes towards sigatt. He waves his weapon again, without considering the consequences of the attack if the person in front of him does not dodge or parry the blow. However, the king of Cang lion does not need other people to care.


    His right foot stepped forward, and his right hand moved with him. Sighter''s sword was clean and neat. The point of the wooden sword was right in the wrist of Rosa''s right hand. Pain let the youth''s right hand a loose, in front of the weapon lifted in a flash, straight to the ground. "Continue?" The king''s wooden sword swung freely in his hand, apparently not regarding Lothar as an opponent at all. But if so, why is seater''s eyes so dignified? Though his tone is frivolous and his face is smiling, there is only sadness in his eyes when he looks at teenagers.


    "Bang Dang!" Weapons, I don''t know how many times fell to the ground, in the face of a skilled king, but with brute force, Lothar has no chance of winning. This time, the handle of the iron axe hit the count''s foot, and the pain made him unable to stand upright. He did not pick up the Tomahawk on the ground for a long time. Seater felt the time was right and asked, "why don''t you write back to me? I''ve invited you more than ten times these days, haven''t I? Why not come to Wangdu"I''m the Lord of Black Hills, and I''m not going anywhere. This is my home The young Lothar raised his head and called to the king, but to his surprise, sitter directly raised his leg, kicked Lothar''s chest and kicked him to the ground.


    "Fart! You do not deserve to be the count of Cangshi or the name of Heishan. It''s just a spoiled bastard, a worthless thing The words are cold, more painful than the wooden sword hitting on the hands. Young Lothar didn''t know why the king said that to him, but now Lothar does.


    Once again, the scene changes to the king''s study in Wangdu castle. By this time, Lothar was almost as tall as the king, and the desk, which had just arrived, seemed to be somewhat low. "Are you going to take over this crusade?" Sitter, who is still behind the desk as he was a few years ago, looked at the wish in his hand, threw it on the table and asked the youth behind the desk.


    "Yes, your majesty. I''m ready. " The sound line that has changed has lost the innocence of childhood and has become deep.


    "Are you ready? What are you ready for? A rookie who has never been on a battlefield once dare to say that he is ready? " As he said, sitter pounded the table with his knuckles, and the third question he asked was a slap on the table.


    "I can deal with three of your knights at once, and I think I''m ready." Rosa was silent for a moment.


    "Oh, three knights? Needless to say Lyon, one-on-one you can''t even pass Gregory''s ten moves. They just don''t dare to fight because of your title. Do you really think of yourself as a genius? " The king shook his head and said coldly.


    If it''s a matter of genius, I never think it''s a chance for him to take part in this fight. The grey lion does not need genius. We are knights and believe only in the skills we have trained and the experience we have gained in combat. Talent is the most unreliable thing. "


    "Well, that''s right. I guess what Marcus taught you? "


    Lothar nodded. It was Marcus who told him to memorize the king, and it turned out to be very effective. Sitter''s face calmed down a lot. He looked at the boy as if he had gone to Heishan to lead the boy back to Wangdu.


    "Do you still dream about your parents?" The king asked suddenly.


    "Yes."


    "Is it still unfair? Why is it that you lost your parents, but other children can have their parents


    "No


    "Oh? Why? "


    "There are also many people who have lost their parents because of robbers, diseases, unfair judgments. I''m not special. "


    "In that case, why do you want to go to war?"


    "I''m a warrior, and I can''t contribute to the rest of the Kingdom like Marcus. Even if I did inherit Heishan, I would be a bad Lord. But I still want to do what I can. I am willing to fight for the Kingdom, so that more children do not need to lose their loved ones. "


    "That''s what Marcus taught you?"


    "No, he taught too long for me to recite."


    King, smile. Lothar couldn''t figure out why he was laughing, even though he had experienced the memory again from his dream.


    "I have decided on the candidate for this expedition, but even if I have not decided, I will not choose you. You''re too young. Take this and go to Lyon. You''ll be his adjutant for a while Sitter dug out of the drawer a letter that had been written and covered with fire paint and threw it to Lothar.


    When the count walked out of the king''s study with great joy, he heard a word from sigatt.


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