The lowest class of poor people are not unlikely to produce a great knight, but this possibility is very low. Even 99% are trained by those noble lords.

It has nothing to do with talent, it is only related to financial resources.

But even if a person is extremely genius, but his family is poor and he can't even have a full meal all day long, so how can he get the strength to hone various skills? If a poor child does not work, he will be scolded when he goes out to play - this is not a joke, but a true portrayal of poverty.

There is a famous saying in the continent of Asan that if you want to become a qualified knight, you must use a good appetite.

Every knight is a famous big eater, and a big knight is even more so. One and half a sheep and ten kilograms of food are common for them, otherwise how do you think their monster-like body comes from?

Meditation and Qi Refining?

This is just a joke. Even warlocks with blood abilities will not guide external energy into their bodies. It is a kind of murder, a kind of murder for themselves.

Of course, this may be because they are not in a state of mind. They cannot do such extraordinary things, and they can only temper themselves in the most secular way.

Why, once a knight is a loyal noble lord, will he give the manor to the manor?

Creating wealth is just nonsense. Only the production and supply of a manor can keep the knight at its peak. A small manor composed of ten families can barely achieve balance of income and expenditure - it does not simply refer to the knight's food and drink, but also includes the knight's horses and two entourages, as well as simple weapon and armor maintenance.

As for creating new weapons and armor, the knights need to find a way themselves. Many knights' armor is passed down from their fathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, and great-great-grandfathers.

If you say that those weapons and armor are heirlooms and have a glorious history, it is just nonsense to coax people and yourself. It is not because you don’t have any extra money to create brand new weapons and armor.

If you have this ability, your grandson will not create new things. Not to mention the changes of the times and the progress of forging technology, those old antiques have gone through many repairs and transformations. Not to mention the sharpness and protection of them are not satisfactory, even if they are transformed with high craftsmanship, they are not as good as tailor-made fit.

I never saw those powerful nobles always placed their heirlooms in the castle to pay homage to them. They wore brand new armor tailored with the latest craftsmanship when they went to the battlefield.

There are always exceptions in everything. If these old antiques are old enough, they were passed down from the Andes Empire three hundred years ago, and even the Elf Empire thousands of years ago, that would be a completely different situation.

Because such armor usually has some peculiar abilities, ranging from enhancing the user's ability to influence the outcome of a battle.

The most typical representative of this is the sword of courage mastered by the Lancelot family of the Byron League royal family. It is said that this sword has magical magic power. Even the weakest person in normal times will burst out with courage comparable to that of an elite veteran when he is shrouded in the halo of this sword.

In any war led by the Lancelot royal family, as long as this sword appears on the battlefield, it will never be defeated. Therefore, this sword is also called the sword of victory and has become one of the greatest symbols of the Lancelot royal family.

Legend has it that this sword comes from Evans, the most famous forging master in the Elf Empire at that time. This elf forging master who likes to use the leaves of a tree of life as a signature symbol. He only forged seven weapons throughout his life.

Each of them has left a brilliant chapter in history, but those six have disappeared into the long river of history. Only this sword of courage has been passed down by accident.

Being a knight is always an unattainable dream for those poor children.

Back to the topic, the great knight Ajel was not from a poor man, but from a noble family. The Manyu army led a famous family that can be traced back to the kind that was founded at the beginning of the founding of the Byron Federation.

He has had a hereditary title since he was born. Although he is only the lowest-class hereditary baron, he also holds the power of life and death for tens of thousands of people in a city and county. If it were not limited by the protection oath he made easily when he was young and frivolous, even if he was killed, he would not have appeared here-at least not in this form of playfulness.

If he was the barbarian who was in charge of an army of thousands or even tens of thousands of people to conquer the Andes Mountains, he would naturally not be as hiding as before.

Now that it has been exposed, Ajel no longer intends to cover up his ears. It is naturally his first priority to master this slave hunting team that is already on the verge of collapse. If he wants to leave the mountains alive with Batley, who is seriously injured, he still needs the assistance of these people.

As for the slave hunter soldier who was just questioning, he was beheaded by him with a sword before he could finish his words and became the chicken that killed the chicken to warn the monkey. It doesn't matter whether his words are reasonable or not, what is important is that they obey, and absolute force is the easiest way to make them obey.

Every great knight is an excellent grassroots officer. Even if he doesn't understand the military formation, he must make up for this shortcoming after becoming a great knight.

On the ever-changing battlefield, the power of a person is limited in the end. Not to mention the great knights, even those champion knights dare not charge alone.

Countless cruel facts have proved that the death rate of the Great Knight with his own personal guard is much lower than that of the Great Knight without a professional guard.

Ajer, who was born into a noble family and received a good education since childhood, would naturally not be too bad. He could easily rectify a team of only 120 or 30 people left.

The first thing the soldiers gathered again was naturally to collect the wounded and to add a sword to the Andes people who were still breathing. Agele just stopped the slave hunter soldier. In addition to killing the chicken to warn the monkey, he simply did not like the kind of venting emotions. But he was not prepared to let these Andes people go away. That would definitely be a matter of public anger, and the wise would not do it.

Just a few hundred meters upstream of the mountain stream, Ajer sent people to set up a camp. Although it was just past noon, I could not afford to rush forward today in this situation.

On the other side of the forest, the escaped Andys mountain people were gradually gathering under the guidance of the horn. The leader was not someone else, but Sean, who had previously been forced by the Great Knight Ager, ran away in a panic.

Now there are more than a dozen Andes mountaineering people gathered around him. Although there are men, women, young and old, Kong Wu is mostly powerful men. In the previous cruel battle, these hunters who have been walking on the brink of danger have a greater chance of surviving.

"Tang, Sean Tang, it's really you." An Andys mountaineer who had just emerged from the forest screamed in surprise, and then shouted loudly at his back, "Everyone comes out, it's not a trap, it's Tang. It was Tang who rescued us before."

Soon, twenty or thirty Andes mountaineering people came out of the mountains and forests one after another. It was obvious that they were already consciously gathering on the way to escape.

"Card, you're still alive, it's so great, Ben, Kaubier and the others." Sean quickly walked up to him, gave the other party a bear hug, and searched the crowd behind him, but was disappointed. Although there were many familiar faces, they were not from his own village.

"Ben was stubborn. After being captured, he was killed not long after leaving the village. I and Kaubier and the others were divided too far away, so I was not very clear about their situation. However, among the people who were guarding them, there was a regular knight who had been on the battlefield, and I was afraid that there would be more dangers." I don't know if I had seen life and death for a long time, or had become numb, or if I had forced myself to be strong,

Chad didn't show much sadness, and hammered Sean's chest and said, "We knew you would come to save us."

"Whitely speaking." Sean winked at the familiar faces behind Charlie and pulled Chad to the side.

"Shawn."

"Tang."

"teacher."

The Andys Mountaineer came to salute Sean one after another, with a little closer look than Chad, more respect, and a heartfelt respect.

These Andes Mountaineer are very young, the oldest one is only in his early twenties, and the youngest one is only seventeen or eighteen.

Although these young Andys mountaineering people come from different villages, they have similar backgrounds and a similar life experience. They are Marshall who grew up.

Having a mother who is not very good at taking care of her children, Sean could only use her brain to make her live a more comfortable life. At the beginning, she could only rely on the adults in the village. When she had a little ability, she began to consciously gather the lost orphans for her use.

First, it is convenient for oneself to do things that one cannot do at present.

Secondly, these children are living too hard and can't bear it, and want to win a new way out for them.

But this matter cannot be stopped once it is done.

There are too many orphans among the Andes Mountains. Not to mention the harms of slave hunting teams, hunting in the mountains is also very dangerous. In addition, natural disasters and man-made disasters, children are usually the last one left - why? Which parent doesn't try to protect their children?

These orphans usually have only three places to go.

One is to be adopted by your closest relatives;

The second is to be raised by the village, which is what is often called eating a hundred families of food;

The last one is the most miserable, with neither close relatives nor decent villages, and can only become a wanderer. If you encounter a kind-hearted family adoption, there is still a way out. If you don’t, you can only die.

Even the first two days may not be easy. After all, they are not raised by themselves, and their children may not have enough food to eat, let alone raise outsiders. Once they encounter a famine, the first two children often become the third.

At first, Sean took the initiative to gather the lost orphans. When the reputation spread, some children who had no way to live came to the door. In the end, not only were the orphans sent to Sean's side, but some poor families also sent them to Sean to find a way for their children.

At most, Sean had nearly a hundred orphans around him. During that time, he was extremely immensely stuttering just for these children.
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