The scenes of fierce fighting at the foot of the hillside were all unfolding before Zong Ge's eyes.

The Blue Dog Jackal's right hind leg was injured. It lay on the ground and barked.

Under its on-the-spot command, these monkey-tailed brown bears actually showed exquisite coordination and surrounded Zhenjin tightly, blocking it on the left and on the right.

Zhen Jin wielded his silver sword. Although the edge of the sword was very sharp, every stab could bring out blood. The pain was so painful that the monkey-tailed brown bear retreated. But his shortcomings were also revealed at this moment. He did not have qualified armor to protect himself.

, which makes him attack the strong and defend the weak, and extremely lacks the ability to break through.

"Zhenjin would never be stupid enough to attack directly."

"It should be Blue Dog Jackal who used himself as bait to deceive him."

"Zhen Jin didn't expect that these monkey-tailed brown bears could cooperate like this. No, even I didn't expect that Blue Dog Foxwolf's command would reach this level!"

At this moment, Zong Ge fell into hesitation.

Zhenjin...the Templar...the only heir to the Hundred Needles family...

As for him, a half-orc, even if he had a superior family background, he couldn't tell anyone about it.

After this camp defense battle, Zhenjin's prestige will inevitably rise again. Zongge originally wanted to take this opportunity to show off his strong combat power. But in the end, Zhenjin's light could not be covered up. Some of it was even covered up by the young man.

signs.

"This young man is really outstanding!"

To be honest, Zong Ge envied Zhen Jin.

How great would it be if the identities were reversed and he was the needle gold?

All his desires can be realized naturally.

But now, after so many years, he has entered middle age and still has achieved nothing. He can only go to the wilderness continent to look for opportunities and try his luck.

And what about his needle gold?

As soon as he comes up, he will compete for the position of Lord of Baisha City. If he succeeds, the starting point of his career will be far beyond that of Zong Ge. Maybe Zong Ge will have to work hard for more than ten years to reach the level of City Lord.

Jealousy?

Zonge admitted that he had.

he often asks himself

"Why are there so many differences between people?"

"Why are some people born to be aloof, while others are humbled to the earth?"

"Why do blood, identity, and racial prejudice make all efforts seem so small and weak?"

"Why is it that after so many years of hard work, he can still only work with mercenaries? Still struggling at the bottom?"

And what about needle gold?

He doesn't need to think about these issues.

He has no such troubles as Zonge.

He has a fiancée, Zi Di, who is the president of the Zi Teng Chamber of Commerce.

He has the backing of the Baizhen family.

Cangxu, Muban and others around him are all talents that Zongge longs for, and they all happily attach themselves to the young man.

He is a human being, a pure-blooded person, a nobleman, and a Templar.

He is a natural leader, radiating a noble light from the inside out. This light can make most people feel ashamed and kneel down. Being able to follow Zhen Jin is a great honor for most people in the world.

Got it!

Too much.

There are so many things in Zhen Jin, and it took Zong Ge several times and tens of times of effort to have any hope of obtaining them.

There are even some things that Zong Ge cannot obtain no matter how hard he tries.

In Zhen Jin's body, Zong Ge saw his childhood, the castle where he lived in his childhood, and his half-brothers and sisters in the castle. Those people were surrounded by groups of slaves, and some of them had pleasant faces.

A steward with loyal guards.

Zonge hated it!

As a child, he cursed his brothers and sisters.

"Why are you here?"

"As long as you are here, my father's eyes will stay on you first, and then he will pay attention to me."

"He must ask about your situation first, and then ask about me."

"It is because of you that I am here."

As a child, Zong Ge lay on the bed, curled up.

He had to curl up because he was growing so fast that the bed was too short. If he stretched out, his feet would hang out of the bed.

His sheets were torn and the thin linen clothes on his body were stained.

There is no way, he only has this set of clothes.

He had to wait for a sunny day to wash it, otherwise if it didn't dry, he would have to stay in the small room all day long, unable to go out, and of course he wouldn't even be able to eat.

Whenever Zonge was doing laundry, he would curl up on the bed, dark thoughts filling his mind. He would curse his brothers and sisters, wishing they all died.

Die.

The horses are mad, let you fall off your horses and die.

If you make a mistake while testing your sword skills, let's stab each other to death.

Go ahead and fall to your death on the castle on a rainy day.

Die...

Die.

Die!

"If he dies, my father will have only me as his son."

"If I die, I will become the most powerful person in the entire exploration team. No one is more suitable to be the leader than me. These people will be more likely to become my team!"

"I don't need to do anything."

"I don't need to backstab, I don't need to kill, I just need to watch, that's enough."

"When you die in battle, I will eradicate the monsters that killed you. I will collect your body and take you back. I will be sad, I will shed tears, and I will become the only leader of the entire team."

"Maybe this is the opportunity that fate gives me!"

"Haven't I been longing for this kind of opportunity for how many years?"

"How easy, I don't even have to do anything! I just have to watch, I just have to wait for things to happen..."

As a child, Zong Ge was thinking dark thoughts, huddled up on the cold little bed, staring at the wooden door aimlessly.

boom!

The wooden door was suddenly pushed open by someone from the outside.

The dazzling sunlight was like countless sharp swords piercing into the small room.

The darkness shrieked and retreated crazily, shrinking into tiny points and hiding in corners.

A familiar figure appeared in front of the childhood Zong Ge.

Because his back was to the sun, his face was blurry, but his rough voice had already been deeply ingrained in Zong Ge's heart: "Get up, brat, stop lying down in the dark den. Come and learn the sword from me!"

"

"Teach, teach..." Zong Ge was shocked when he was a child.

The fantasy ended suddenly.

Zong Ge found himself still on the hillside. He had just rushed out of the bushes, with his feet still raised halfway, as if he was about to charge for rescue.

The imagination is very long, but in reality, not even one second of time passes.

"Humph, Zong Ge!"

Zong Ge snorted to himself in his heart.

His confused eyes and complicated emotions suddenly disappeared.

His hands tightly squeezed the wooden handle of the bone hammer, and he raised his head proudly.

He stepped forward with one big step, leaving a deep footprint in the soil.

"Ah!" He looked up to the sky and roared.

Another step forward.

He started running.
To be continued...