John Senior didn't wear heavy knight armor, just hard leather armor.
It wasn't that he was too old to wear heavy armor … The lifespan of professionals was much longer than that of ordinary people, and even aging would be much slower than the average person.
Although John Senior was already in his forties, he now looked to be in his early thirties at most, and this was when he deliberately kept a beard on his face.
If he shaved off his beard and went out on the streets with his son, John Junior, people who didn't know them would certainly think they were brothers, not father and son.
Getting someone to help put on the armor was a ritual that was usually done by knight apprentices, and if a close descendant was asked to do it for him, it was to tell him that it was almost time to go to the battlefield and that it was time to get used to the atmosphere of the battlefield in advance.
John Junior was excited to hear his father's words.
As the only heir, he had been well protected before and had never set foot on the battlefield.
The more one was not allowed to do something, the more attention and attraction it would attract.
John Junior had a special interest in the battlefield, but due to his father's orders, he never took the initiative to approach such a place.
And now, an opportunity to observe the battlefield head-on without any danger was right in front of him.
John Junior didn't want to miss this opportunity.
John Senior also didn't want his son to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to teach on the spot.
With his son's help, John Senior finished putting on the hard leather armor. He turned to John Junior and said, "Son, from today on, you will officially appear in everyone's sight as the future heir to the city of Delpon, and from today on, the larks will sing of your glory, the phoenixes will bloom for you, and you will become one of the most honorable people in Hollevin."
John Junior's whole body trembled with excitement as he knelt on one knee and looked at John Senior in adoration. "I will always love you, my beloved father."
Just as the mayor's family was showing fatherly filial piety, Roland and Jett were sitting in a small boat.
Although the sun was blazing overhead, making one's hair almost burn, Jett's face was a little pale.
Roland sat across from him, flipping through the magic books he took out of his Backpack as he said, "You're afraid of the water? Don't you know how to swim? "
"No, I'm seasick!" Jett laughed awkwardly. "This boat is rocking on the waves, I'm a little nauseous."
Roland thought for a moment, leaned sideways out of the boat, and stretched out his finger to touch the surface of the river.
With his finger as the center, the surface of the river began to freeze rapidly. White icicles were the first to form, and soon, a thin layer of ice with a radius of about five meters was formed.
After that, the thin layer of ice rapidly thickened, and soon it became a floating platform with a thickness of at least half a meter.
The small boat was also frozen in it.
Although the layer of ice was still floating on the surface of the water, at least the boat was fixed and would not sway.
Jett was overjoyed. He jumped onto the ice and stomped on it hard. Finding that the ice was very solid, he exclaimed, "Damn, you're too powerful. What kind of magic is this? Ice Ring or Finger of Frost? "
"Neither. It's just a simple conversion of magic elements into ice properties and injecting them into the river."
"Like the feeling of dripping a little ink into clear water?" Jett asked.
Roland nodded. He also jumped off the boat and stepped on the ice.
It was a circular floating platform with a radius of five meters. If one were to view it as a riverboat, it would already be considered very large.
When the two of them stood on it, it seemed very spacious.
Because the ice was constantly emitting a chill, the two of them gradually felt the temperature become very cool.
Jett looked at the floating ice under his feet, then looked at Roland, and asked what he had been wondering. "What's your current maximum mana?"
"200!" This wasn't important information, so Roland didn't hide it.
There was a formula for the growth of mana, and with the bonus of the Explorer title, anyone who wanted to do the math would be able to figure it out. There was no point in lying.
Jett looked at the sky a little sadly. "I'm only 82, and that's with the bonus of the specialty. We're all spellcasters, and our levels are the same. Why do you think the difference in our mana bars is so big? "
Roland said helplessly, "We Mages focus on the growth of intelligence, and you Priests focus on the growth of willpower. One has a high mana cap, and the other has a fast mana regeneration speed. There's no comparison."
"But you have a special, exclusive mana regeneration skill, double the effect!" Jett looked at him faintly. "You're so much stronger than us."
Oh … that seemed to be the case. Not only was Roland's mana cap slightly more than twice that of Jett's, but more importantly, his mana regeneration speed was also much faster than Jett, a Priest.
Although Priests didn't have to learn spells to cast spells like Mages, when they cast spells, they also had to use their mental power to communicate with the divine power of the gods and borrow the power of the gods to achieve the purpose of casting spells.
Therefore, things like blue bars were also very important to Clerics.
"Forget it, there's no comparison between ordinary people and geniuses." Jett was also quite open-minded. "Do you think John Senior and the others will fall for it?"
Roland thought about it and said, "There should be a high chance of falling for it."
"Why do you make such an inference? We probably don't know much about John Senior's personality."
Roland threw the magic book back into his Backpack and said, "I don't know if you've ever played horse-and-slash online games, the kind that can lead troops?"
Jett shook his head.
"Horse-And-Slash online games are meant to mimic cold weapon warfare, and I like to use light cavalry the most. Once I see someone alone or slightly away from the main force, I'll subconsciously take advantage of the opportunity to charge in a wave and leave after one hit, "Roland said rather wistfully. Roland said rather wistfully, "Most of the time, you can make a contribution. Those who mainly play as cavalrymen all have the habit of looking for flaws. It's even an instinct. They're quite confident. It's just that sometimes, this is also a trap set by the enemy, and when you charge in front of the person, you'll find a few troops suddenly rushing out from the side and surrounding you. "
Jett somewhat understood. "So you're using yourself as a shield, thinking that John Senior will definitely make a move when he sees us' splitting up? '"
Roland nodded. "I've played nearly ten thousand rounds of cavalry in horse-and-slash online games for several years. I wouldn't dare to say that I'm invincible in all the servers, but my winning rate is still extremely high. I usually only play cavalry, thinking that cavalry is the king of the troops. I'll even use cavalry in street battles, and I'm cursed to death by my teammates, hehe. "
"This way of thinking seems a bit similar to John Senior's!" Jett froze for a moment, then understood. "You guys are the same kind of people."
"So I think there's a high chance that he'll charge in a wave," Roland said in a light tone.
Jett was a little disappointed. "I suddenly feel that there's a big gap between me and you guys who play tactics. Hawk is a construction dog, and with hundreds of refugees, he easily built anti-cavalry trenches, while you actually sit and take advantage of the opponent's instinctive personality to make a wave of counterattack. In comparison, I can only go to the temple to pray for blessings, which is useless. It seems that from today on, I'll have to read some books on psychology too. "
Roland laughed. "This is just my personal guess, John Senior may not be fooled …"
Then Roland was slapped in the face.
"Ding ~ ~ ~ Hawk has shared an epic-level quest with you."
Repelling the Attack of the Delpon Army.
At this time, the four of them were all in the party interface, and when they saw the request to share the quest, the two of them immediately clicked confirm.
After quickly reading the contents of the quest, Jett looked at Roland with a disdainful gaze. His expression and attitude were very much like an emoji pack: Tsune Takeshi, and you said you don't know martial arts!
Roland laughed, then he looked into the distance and said, "The plan succeeded, but before we go to support Hawk, we have to take care of some trouble."
Upstream behind them, there were two medium-sized warships just following the current, very fast.
On the large white sails was the shield-shaped emblem of Delpon.
At the same time, Hawk and Link stood on a tower, watching a fully-armed infantry walk out of Delpon.
There were about seven hundred people, and they left the back of the city and headed straight for the docks. Then they spread out in formation, and from a distance, they surrounded the entire docks.
A group of archers assembled behind the infantry.
From a visual estimate, there were about two hundred people.
Link looked at the river, then turned back and said, "The river is also blocked, but there are two warships going downstream, probably to chase after Roland and Jett."
Hawk took a breath. "Roland guessed it all. This guy is really scheming. If only we could pull him into our guild, I'd be willing to give him the position of deputy chairman."
Link just smiled. "I only recognize you as the deputy chairman."
Hawk didn't think much of it. He and Link had known each other in the game a long time ago, and they had played in many games so far.
Although they hadn't met in real life yet, they were soul friends, the kind that understood each other.
Hawk waited for a moment and said, "Go down and mobilize them."
The two of them went down the arrow tower.
In front of them was an army of about three hundred people waiting.
These people stood very straight, their hands pressed against the outside of their thighs, their heads held high and their chests puffed out.
They looked full of energy.
Hawk looked at them and said sternly, "We used to be beggars, dirty and lowly. The nobles were unwilling to pay attention to us, the merchants looked down on us, and the commoners stayed away from us. No one was ever willing to help us, and now we're finally living a good life with our own hands, but … they don't seem to want us to live a better life. They want to destroy everything we have now, and they don't think we deserve a good life. They want to trample us back into the mud again! Are you convinced? "
Anger burned in the eyes of these plainly dressed soldiers.
"Now, it's time to test our integrity. Why are we born lowly? Why can't we live a good life? Why can they ride on our heads and shit and piss on us?! "Hawk patted his chest and roared," I refuse to accept this! Live on your knees, or die standing, what's your choice? Tell me loudly! "
The soldiers' faces were red, and the veins on their foreheads and necks bulged. They raised the weapons in their hands high. "Die standing!"
"Die standing!"
"Die standing!"
A series of angry roars rushed into the sky, scaring away all the birds nearby.
Hawk pressed his hands down, and the soldiers immediately quieted down, but everyone's eyes seemed to be burning with flames.
"We can use our own hands, holding hoes and sickles, to create a happy life for ourselves. Now, we can also use our own hands to pick up weapons and defeat them. We can make them face us and even fear us. We can remove the word 'lowly' from our bodies, so that our descendants can walk on the streets of the city with dignity! They won't be homeless, they won't panic when they see merchants and nobles, and they won't feel ashamed of their identities! "
There was originally only the flames of anger in the eyes of these beggar soldiers, but now there was one more thing: hope.
Hawk chuckled. "So, defeat them, and we can live standing!"
"Live standing!"
It was as if hundreds of lions roared at the same time, and the loud noise seemed to shatter the low-hanging rain clouds in the sky.
The clouds dispersed one by one!
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