Old John did not wear knight's heavy armor, only hard leather armor.
It's not that he can't wear heavy armor because he's old... The lifespan of professionals is much longer than that of normal people, and they even age much more slowly than normal people.
Although Old John is already in his forties, he now looks like he is in his early thirties at most, and that's even if he deliberately grew a beard.
If he shaved off his beard and went out on the street with his son John, people who didn't know them would definitely think that they were brothers, not father and son.
Asking someone to help you put on your armor is a ritual, usually done by knight apprentices. If you ask a close descendant to help you, it is to tell him that you are about to go to the battlefield, and it is time to get used to the atmosphere of the battlefield in advance. .
Little John was very excited when he heard his father's words.
As the only heir, he had been well protected and had never set foot on the battlefield.
The more forbidden something is, the more attention and attraction it will attract.
Little John had a special interest in battlefields, but due to his father's orders, he never took the initiative to go near such a place.
But now, an opportunity to observe the battlefield head-on without any danger is before us.
Little John didn't want to miss this opportunity.
John Sr. did not want his son to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to conduct on-site teaching.
With the help of his son, Old John finished putting on the hard leather armor. He turned to Little John and said: "My child, starting from today, you will officially appear in everyone's sight as the future heir of Delbon City. Also starting from today, the larks will sing your glory, the phoenixes will bloom for you, and you will become one of the most distinguished people in Hollevin."
Little John was shaking with excitement. He knelt down on one knee and looked at Old John with admiration: "I will always love you, my beloved father."
While the city lord and his family were paying homage to their father, Roland and Jet sat in a small boat.
Although the sun was blazing above his head and his hair was almost on fire, Jet's face was a little pale.
Roland sat opposite him, flipping through the magic books he took out of the system backpack, and said, "Are you afraid of water? Can't you swim?"
"No, I'm seasick!" Jet laughed awkwardly: "The boat is rocking back and forth on the waves, and I'm a little nauseous."
Roland thought for a while, leaned out of the boat, stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the river.
Centered on his finger, the river began to freeze quickly, with white ice edges forming first, and soon forming a thin layer of ice with a radius of about five meters.
Then the thin ice layer thickened rapidly and soon turned into a floating platform with a thickness of at least half a meter.
The boat was also frozen in it.
Although the ice is still floating on the water and slowly drifting down the current, at least the boat is fixed and will no longer rock around.
Jet was overjoyed, jumped onto the ice, stepped on it hard, and found that the ice was very solid, and exclaimed: "Damn it, you are so powerful, what kind of magic is this? Ice Ring Technique, or Ice Ring Technique?" refer to?"
"No, it's just a matter of converting the magic elements into ice properties and injecting them into the river."
"Like dropping a drop of ink into clear water?" Jeter asked.
Roland nodded, and he jumped off the boat and stepped onto the ice.
The circular ice floating platform with a radius of five meters is already quite large if considered as a river boat.
When the two of them stood up, it seemed very spacious.
Because the ice was constantly releasing chill, the two gradually felt that the temperature was very cool.
Jet looked at the ice floe under his feet, then looked at Roland, and asked what he had always wondered: "What is your current upper limit of mana?"
"200!" This was not important information, so Roland did not hide it.
There is a formula that can be applied to the growth of mana, plus the bonus of the Explorer title. As long as someone is careful, they can figure it out. There is no point in telling lies and deceiving people.
Jet looked at the sky a little sadly: "I'm only 82, and this still includes the bonus of expertise. Everyone is a spellcaster, and the level is the same. Why do you think our blue bar values are so different?"
Roland said helplessly: "Our mage focuses on intelligence growth, and your priest focuses on will. One has a higher mana limit, and the other has a faster mana recovery speed. There is no comparison."
"But you have a special mana recovery skill with double the effect!" Jet looked at him faintly: "You are so much better than us."
Oh... That seems to be the case. Not only does Roland's mana bar limit be slightly more than twice that of Jett, but more importantly, his mana recovery speed is much faster than Jett, a priest.
Although priests do not have to learn spells before they can cast them like wizards, when they cast spells, they also have 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.
So things like blue bars are also very important to priests.
"Forget it, there's no comparison between ordinary people and geniuses." Jet was also quite open-minded: "Do you think Old John and the others will be fooled?"
Roland thought for a moment and said, "There should be a high chance of being fooled."
"Why do you have such an inference? We probably don't know much about Old John's character."
Roland threw the magic book back into his system backpack and said, "I wonder if you have ever played a riding and slashing online game, the kind where you can lead troops?"
Jet shook his head.
"Online cavalry games are originally designed to imitate cold weapon warfare. I like to use light cavalry the most. Once I see someone alone or slightly far away from the main force, I will subconsciously take this opportunity to charge and leave with one strike." Roland Po He said nostalgically: "Most of the time, they can make meritorious deeds. People who mainly play cavalry have this habit of looking for 'flaws'. It's even an instinct and a very confident one. But sometimes, this is also the enemy." The trap is set, and when you charge in front of them, you will find that several soldiers and horses suddenly rush out from the side and surround you."
Jett somewhat understood: "So you are trying to save others by yourself. Do you think Old John will definitely take action when he sees us 'splitting our forces'?"
Roland nodded: "I have played nearly ten thousand games of cavalry in the cavalry and slashing online game for several years. I dare not say that I am invincible in all the servers, but the winning rate is very high. I usually only play cavalry, thinking that cavalry is the king of arms. Even I know how to use cavalry in street fighting, and I get scolded to death by my teammates, haha."
"This kind of thinking seems a bit similar to Old John!" Jet was stunned for a moment, and then he understood: "You are the same kind of people."
"So I think there is a high possibility that he will charge." Roland said calmly.
Jett was a little disappointed: "I suddenly felt that there was a big gap between me and you guys in terms of tactics. Hawke was born as a civil servant. With hundreds of refugees, he easily built a dock and built an anti-cavalry trench position overnight, but you He actually took advantage of the other person's instinctive character to counterattack. In contrast, I could only go to the temple to pray for blessings, which was of no use. It seems that starting from today, I will also have to read some books on psychology. "
Roland laughed: "This is just my personal conjecture. Old John may not be fooled..."
Then Roland was slapped in the face.
'Ding~~~Hawk has shared an epic mission with you. '
"Repelling the Attack of the Delbon City Army"
At this time, the four of them were all in the team interface. When they saw the request to share the task, they clicked OK directly.
After quickly reading the mission content, Jet looked at Roland with a look of disdain. His expression and attitude were like an emoticon: Chang Wei, he also said that you don't know martial arts!
Roland laughed, then looked into the distance and said, "The plan was successful, but before we go to support Hawke, we have to settle some troubles."
Upstream behind them, there were two medium-sized warships just flowing along the river at a very fast speed.
The shield-shaped coat of arms of Delbon City is painted on the big white sail.
At the same time, Hawke and Link stood on a tower, watching a group of fully armed infantry walking out of Delbon City.
There were about seven hundred people. They left the area behind the city and came directly to the dock. Then they spread out in formation and surrounded the entire dock from a distance.
A group of archers massed behind the infantry.
It was estimated that there were about two hundred people, almost a thousand people.
There is no cavalry.
Link looked at the river behind him, then turned back and said, "The river is also blocked, but there are two warships going down the river. They should be chasing Roland and Jet."
Hawke took a breath: "Roland guessed it all. This guy is really scheming. If only he could be brought into our guild, I would be willing to give him the position of vice president."
Link just smiled: "I only recognize you as Vice-President."
Hawke didn't take it seriously. He and Link had known each other in the game a long time ago and had played many games so far.
Although they have not met in real life, they are soul friends and understand each other.
Hawke waited for a while and said, "Go down and mobilize."
The two got off the arrow tower.
In front of them was an army of about three hundred people waiting.
These people stand very straight, with their hands on the outside of their thighs and their heads held high.
Looks full of energy.
Hawke looked at them and said sternly: "We were originally beggars, dirty and lowly. The nobles did not want to pay attention to us, the businessmen looked down on us, and the common people stayed away from us. No one has ever been willing to help us. Now we are finally relying on ourselves. With both hands, we have lived a good life, but... They don't seem to want us to live a better life. They want to destroy everything we have now. They think we don't deserve a good life. They want to step us back into the mud again! You guys Are you convinced?"
These soldiers in simple clothes had anger in their eyes.
"Now, it's time to test our integrity. Why are we born low, why can't we live a good life, why can they ride on our heads and shit and piss!" Hawke patted himself. Chest, roared: "I refuse to accept! Kneel down to live, or stand up to die, what is your choice? Tell me loudly!"
The soldiers suppressed their blushes, and veins popped out on their foreheads and necks. They raised their weapons high and said, "Stand and die!"
"Stand and die!"
"Stand and die!"
The continuous roar was like the roar of a dragon, frightening away all the nearby birds, and the wild dogs were so frightened that they crawled with their tails between legs.
Hawk pressed his hands down, and the soldiers immediately fell silent, 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, pick up weapons, defeat them, make them look at us, or even fear us, and use the word humble , stripped from us, so that our descendants can walk on the streets of the city with dignity! They will not live in a fixed place, will not panic when seeing businessmen and nobles, and will not feel ashamed because of their identity. !”
The eyes of these beggar soldiers originally only had the flames of anger, but now there is something more: hope.
Hawke chuckled: "So, defeat them and we can survive standing up!"
"Stand alive!"
It was as if hundreds of lions roared at the same time, and the loud noise seemed to shatter the low rain clouds in the sky.
The clouds dispersed piece by piece!