Speaking from the heart, although Amon's strength is not strong, his own recovery ability is definitely not weak, and with the divine treatment of the god of strength and courage, and the use of various cherished potions, but in more than half a month, the injury of a broken tendon and fracture has actually recovered.But this also means that he has lost his previous freedom, and some of his original schoolwork must be regained.In the afternoon, theoretical classes such as language, etiquette, arithmetic and art appreciation were nothing, and Amun's learning and memory skills were already very strong.However, the morning warrior cultivation was only restorative training, which really made him suffer a lot.Odoyak Family Castle, Guards Training Ground.Amon was holding a half-human-tall sword, and he was practicing slashing with a sword, and since he had eaten breakfast, he had been here for three hourglasses, and he had only practiced one slash back and forth.It is said to be a slash, but it is actually two moves.A bottom-up slash and a top-down slash may seem simple, but it requires every blow to be done with all your might.His movements were not fast, and the frequency was not high, but the blade of the sword pierced the air, and from time to time it would bring a whistling, and the harsh wind seemed to be able to throw it along the blade and strike out of the air.It's just that each time it only blows up a cloud of air.Blade Edge, also known as Blade Edge.To put it bluntly, it is the ability to use the ability to use after mastering the swordsmanship to a certain extent, and can use the long sword as the edge to throw out an air blade that concusses the air, and injure the enemy in the air.This alone is not comparable to the personal strength of the world in Amon's memory, but in this world, this is just the standard ability of low-level warriors.Strictly speaking, after that night's bloody battle, Amon had already broken through.But this Amon is not Bi Amun, even if many things have memories and physical instincts, if they want to really digest them, they still need to be retrieved little by little.And this kind of recovery, all that can be done is to cultivate hard.To be honest, if he could, Amon would love to try the taste of the master, bombarding and killing the enemy from hundreds of thousands of kilometers, and as soon as he shot, he was elemental power, which was really handsome!
If he could, he wanted to go to the Great Library now, he could ask Agoura for advice, or he could search for the context of the world in the stacks of books.Because he needs to find a practical way out for the young king before the night falls and enters the nightmare again.But there are no ifs!
When Amon inherits the memories of the past, he actually inherits the identity, family, emotions, and even obsessions.He didn't care what the Gumeng people thought of him, and he didn't care about the Dharma Warrior, but the problem now was that whether he followed the path of a spellcaster in the future or not, he had to achieve enough on the path of a warrior first.This is the obsession left by Amon in the past, very pitted!
What's even worse is that the warrior way of the ancient Mongolian people, to put it bluntly, is based on the power of favor, adhering to the bloody battle path that can't kill me, but will only make me stronger.He's really, untalented!
During the exercise of three hourglasses, Amon's hands holding the sword were trembling, and his armor had already been soaked with sweat, and it was dried by the harsh north wind, and it was extremely uncomfortable to stick to his body.But he didn't dare to stop, and he didn't even dare to be distracted in the slightest.At the side, a burly old man stared at him, with his signature knotted muscles and long beard, a thick beard that even obscured the corners of his mouth, and a gray color that indicated his age.He also held a strange wattle in his hand, about a meter long, two fingers thick, and there were sparse and withered yellow barbs on the withered yellow surface, which was frozen hard in the cold wind, and the pestle was on the ground.Sharp Bearded Oriya, the head of the Oria family, one of the eighteen warriors who followed Khakassas to the top of the snowy mountains, and was the commander of the Guards Legion.In terms of age, he is a generation older than Khakass, so everyone prefers to affectionately call him Lord Sharp.Anyone who knows anything about Kelmar knows that Kalmar has three major legions, the Legion of the City Splitter, as hoplites, with the Great Talent as members, and the battle axes, shields, and javelins as weapons.Attack can be invaded like fire, indestructible, defended like a copper wall, indomitable.Berserk Legion is a gathering place for berserk talent holders, who equip their warriors with the Blood Mammoth as mounts, and are best at long-distance runs and battle breaks.You can imagine how shocking and unbeatable it was when a group of ancient Mongolian warriors collectively started a berserk and charged to the death!
However, even such a powerful legion would have to be subservient to the Guard.As the head of the three legions, the Guards are strictly the personal guards of the Odoyak family, and their daily task is to protect the members of the Odoyak family.But with the urine nature of the members of the Odoyak family, the Guards were active in almost every war over the city of Kelmar.The number of the Guards Legion is small, and there is no limit to talent and expertise, but each of them is the elite of the rest of the battle, and the truly powerful warriors who have been killed from the sea of corpses and blood.They are the butchers of the battlefield, the reapers of life, the light of glory in Kelmar, and the source of fear for their enemies.As their leader and instructor, Lord Sharp has been in this position for more than twenty years, and his long history can be traced back to before Khakassia became King of Kelmar.In other words, almost the entire Guards Regiment was selected and trained by him.As for Sharp's strength?
This is also a mystery in Kelmar City, some people say that he is a high-level peak warrior, some people say that he is already a half-step legend, and some people say that he is a legend, but he has not been revealed.In fact, only members of the Guards could understand his strength.Because, even the crazy Wade Odoark, when he started the high-level rage and rode the Blood Mammoth mount, was still beaten all over the head.And the weapon used by Master Sharp is just that thorn stick, which is really wielded very casually.To be honest, in Amon's memory, that thorn was a nightmare.Master Sharp quietly watched Amon practicing, nodded imperceptibly, and shook his head slowly.The reason for the nod was that he saw Amon's progress, which was already standing on the edge of a low-level warrior, and he was only one kick away from breaking through and truly cutting out the blade.Shaking his head is because this is the training ground of the Guards Legion, except for Amon, which of the warriors trained here is not the strength of the middle level or above, and the blade bursts and the sword is swayed."
Alright, that's it, Amon, you can rest."
Sharp spoke, and with his experience, he could see the limits of Amon's body, and he could squeeze to the edge of the limit almost every time before shouting to stop.Amon stopped almost the moment Master Sharp spoke, and after the big sword slashed, he directly came out of his hand and stuck it on the ground, while Amon lay on his back and fell to the ground, panting heavily.The air in winter was very cold, and there were even layers of white mist between Amon's mouth and nose, but for Amon's lungs that were about to burn, the cold breath could make him feel the slightest comfort."
Tomorrow, at the same time, don't be too late."
Master Sharp spoke, his voice surprisingly gentle, as if he was getting older, and his former irritability had been worn away.In fact, the entire Guards Legion knows that as long as you don't mess with the Legion Commander, the usual Master Sharp is very approachable."
Got it, Master Sharp."
At this moment, Amon wanted to die, but he didn't dare to hesitate at all."
That's good."
Master Sharp nodded, turned away, and went to instruct the others.Amon looked at the back of Master Sharp leaving, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue, and the thought rolling in his mind was that he had to think of a way, otherwise he wouldn't be able to live this day.As the first heir to Kelmar City and the eldest son of the Odoyak family, although Amon is not strong, he should receive a lot of education and training.Since his body gradually recovered, the previously stagnant classes began again, in addition to the thunderous warrior training in the morning, he also had several courses in language, arithmetic, history and geography, religion and so on in the afternoon.These are all carefully arranged by Paris Yinyue as a mother, not only him, but even Wade can't run.Of course, compared to Wade, who was drowsy every time he attended the lecture, Amon was really learning, and from time to time he would ask some strange questions.The tutors that Paris found were all genuine, and most of them could answer for him.In this way, after a busy afternoon of studying, it is already dinner time in the evening.The dinners of the Odoyak family are often very formal, and in addition to the five members of the Khakassian family, from time to time, the heads of Kelmar City will also arrive, and in the huge banquet restaurant, not only to enjoy food, but also to exchange opinions and discuss things.This is also the time of the day when Paris Silver Moon speaks the most, and she tends to assign tasks in every detail, assigning them to people, and even accurate to the daily progress, or emphasizing certain details.It can be seen that she has a detailed and well-developed plan for Kelmar City, and at this time, Khakassia rarely speaks, and he trusts his wife very much.It's just that whenever he speaks, almost always when there are some differences of opinion, the final decision, no one can change it.At this time, both Amon and Wade could only sit in and had no right to speak.Finally, when dinner was over, it was already completely dark, and although the ancient Mongolian people lit lamps with tung oil, few people actually spent it, so the city of Kelmar was very quiet after dark.When Amon lay on the bed, he breathed a long sigh of relief, this busy day was finally over.However, after a moment, he became nervous again.For him, the night is not just a time of rest, but also the beginning of a battle