As if he had realized something, in the days that followed, Amon began to take the initiative to provoke a fight.He was at the foot of a low mountain, competing with the demon bear, throwing weapons, simple physical collisions, strength competitions, the application of skills, although the whole body was in pain, but only felt hearty He was in a swamp, chasing with a group of ferocious wild boars, just simple running, jumping, turning, changing direction, rushing, dodging fangs and sharp teeth at the last moment, like walking a tightrope thrilling He was also robbed by kobolds, a group of children less than half a person tall rushed over, brandishing inferior weapons as if it was so ridiculous, and then, he was killed, After a few died, they scattered in a hurry.He came across another tribe of ogres, terrifying creatures three meters tall with a strong physique, terrifying resilience and an indescribable stench that Amon had been drawn to for miles to come.Then, he saw the striking open-air barbecue grill, a simple stone building, the flame lit the firewood, the vigorous burning, and the person who was being grilled was the person.A disemboweled and charred human, whose head had been cut off and placed on a stand beside it.With Amun's eyes at this time, he could even see the extremely distorted expression on the skull, as if it was telling what fear was.Amon vomited, vomited a lot, he had seen the corpses, and he was mentally prepared, but using people as meat barbecue still broke through his psychological bottom line.Then, the noise he made attracted the ogre, and inevitably, the battle broke out.In this battle, Amon didn't think about escaping, just blindly fighting hard.In this battle, Amon squeezed out his full potential, he ran, pursued, ambushed, swam, returned, lurked, killed, fled, ambushed, retreated, and tried everything he could.In this battle, from dawn to night, blood and stumps were scattered all over a radius of ten miles, and the roar and wailing lasted for a long time.It wasn't until the moon hung in the sky that Amon finally took his tomahawk and cut off the last ogre's head.In this battle, Amon killed a total of eighteen ogre warriors, two warriors, and a number of children, women and children.This is also the first time that Amon has taken the initiative to kill, with blood on his hands, but he has no remorse.Of course, it was also in this battle that Amon had countless wounds, and the criss-crossing scars on his white skin seemed to tell the refining of an iron warrior.Then, on the twelfth day of entering the wasteland, Amon truly realized what weakness is original sin.What is life that is not under one's control, is powerless?
It was a battle between an adult white dragon and a frost giant, who had come from the north of the savage wasteland, fighting and running all the way to the south.Amon was unlucky, he happened to run into him on the way forward, his reaction was absolutely fast, and almost at the moment when he noticed that something was wrong, he followed the old man Rhine's method and found a big rock and buried himself in the ground.Out of curiosity, he still had a limited field of vision, peeking at the battle.The White Dragon is considered to be the weakest of the five-colored dragons, and is far from the other five-colored dragons in terms of size, strength, spells, breath, and intelligence.Even if it is an adult white dragon, it is generally only a half-step legendary strength, and it is denounced as a shameful existence by other dragons.But even so, in Amon's eyes, the frost snake lizard he feared was a scum compared to the white dragon in front of him.It was just a frost breath, and everywhere it passed, the ice was filled, everything froze, and an ice crystal path was actually swooped out.And such a powerful dragon is actually on the run, and the frost giant with a height of nearly nine blades and wielding a huge bone club is the pursuer.He is almost not afraid of the white dragon's attack, whether it is breath or hand-to-hand combat, he is physically resistant, and for the white dragon flying in the air, the frost giant's attack method is also extremely simple and throwing rocks.Well, it's not some kind of skill that the frost giants have mastered, it's literally breaking off the rock and throwing it.It seems simple, but with the terrifying power of the Frost Giant, the rock will gradually turn into a flaming flint when it rubs against the air, like a meteor falling from the sky, smashing into the dragon with a whimpering scream.And the white dragon can only rely on dexterity, dodge, dodge, and dodge again.The battle didn't last long here, it was only a few minutes, and it was gone, but in Amon's perception, it seemed as if a long time had passed.Just like ants don't care about the ants at their feet when they fight humans, dragons and frost giants don't care about humans at their feet.It's just that when the two were far away, Amon crawled out of the hiding place, and when he looked around, he was shocked into a cold sweat.The place where he was hiding, very close, had a deep pit, and from a distance, it was the footprints of the frost giant.Amon instinctively imagined that if the Frost Giant's pace was a little smaller at that time, it would have been a little smaller, and it would have stepped on him.Then, he became a meatloaf.Shudder!
Of course, there is good news, Amon found a ferocious boar, because he couldn't escape, he was hit by the frost breath in the front and became an ice sculpture.So, when dinner is served, it's a hassle to crack this ice sculpture!
Then, on the eighteenth day of entering the wasteland, Amon finally mastered a battle axe technique, the flying axe.Then, on the twentieth day of entering the wasteland, Amon was in a battle, his blood was full of blood, and his spirit was excited, and finally, he felt the heartbeat of the dragon again The dragon knight of the platinum dragon kingdom is never a simple dragon, plus a knight is over, under the witness of the dragon covenant, it is the union of the dragon and the knight, it is the whole of being in the same boat through thick and thin, sharing honor and disgrace, and sharing life.Therefore, the cultivation of the dragon knight cannot only grow unilaterally, you play yours, I practice mine, then it is not a dragon knight.Amon's cultivation speed is definitely not slow, even faster than Zorro, who has the support of the entire Dragon Sleeping Land, but this is only his personal growth, and in terms of communication with his contract dragon, there is almost no communication.This was something Amon lacked, and he hadn't realized it before, until the resonance of freedom in the wilderness made him feel the same heartbeat.This was their first communication, and they did not speak, but the spiritual communication did not need to be expressed in words.And Amon also knew that if he wanted to go further, he would not be able to fight.The dragon's strength is due to their ancient bloodline, but the dragon's prestige is forged in battle after battle, and this is due to their belligerent factor flowing in the depths of the bloodline, just like the ancient Mongolian people of Kelmar, who are persistent in carrying swords and overcoming obstacles.Those are the footprints of countless ancestors step by step over countless years, and they are the throbbing that is imprinted in the depths of their souls and blood.So, Amon let himself go.He began to fight, with blood boiling again and again, with near-death again and again, with a scene to the death, so that the dragon in his body felt his courage, character and faith.It was also in this fight again and again that Amon felt more and more clearly the throbbing and roaring in his body, as if he would break out of his body in the next second.He was looking forward to it, looking forward to meeting his dragon buddy.Of course, another result of the frequent battles has also appeared, that is, Amun's positioning and perception of himself are becoming clearer and clearer.At this moment, in terms of physique, he is no longer comparable to the warriors at the peak of the middle rank of Kelmar City, and even in terms of strength.In other words, a dragon covenant allowed him to complete a leap that other warriors could not imagine, but the strength of a warrior is never only the strength of the body, but also the combat skills, experience, faith, and calmness and determination between life and death.These are all what Amun lacks, the experience in the savage wasteland, the path that resonates with the dragon, that is, his cultivation path, is just an experience, but his growth and acquisition are far beyond his imagination.He's in a metamorphosis.From an ordinary person to a real warrior!
Of course, if this is the end of the journey, it may be difficult, but Amon will still feel comfortable.But he came across at least two scarred objects and sent them to the door, and the three times the defeated monster waited for him to cut off his head, and when he rested, the white eagle that was always hovering above his head could no longer hold back the vigilance in his heart.As a result, from the tenth day of entering the wasteland, the direction of his journey deviated from the originally planned trade route, and became more and more strange.