Kukas was a little stunned and then grinned. He didn't know why the female mage was so tired, but he didn't ask. He just sat there quietly and let the female mage lie on his legs to rest.
"Where is the other member of the hand of glory?" kukas asked in a low voice.
"You are not his opponent, he is a third-order caster." the female mage hesitated a little, and it was obvious that she had guessed kukas's plan. "I fought with him. I'm not his opponent, but he can't do anything to me. When you become a second-order knight, it's not too late to find him trouble."
"Maybe he killed me before I became a second-order knight. You know, I took that pill and it will take me at least four years to break out." kukas murmured. He now regretted taking the pill to suppress fighting spirit. If he hadn't taken it, he would have become a real knight. At that time, when facing a third-order caster, he might still resist. Instead of having no resistance like now.
"If you practice hard enough, I think you can burst out fighting spirit and become a knight in a short time. The power of the medicine is not invariable. The faster your strength increases now, the weaker the effect of the medicine will be." the black haired female mage giggled a few times, then twisted her body a few times and lay down on kukas's leg to sleep.
In the early morning, the mobs came here to continue construction according to the rules of female mages. Their job is to continue to dig the foundation and basement to prepare for the construction of churches.
The sleeping black robed female mage woke up. She rubbed her eyes lazily and stretched herself several times before she stood up. Kukas watched her silently. He didn't sleep all night. He just sat there thinking about something.
"Stay here at ease these days. No one dares to do anything to you with me here." the female mage took a deep breath, stretched out her white and tender little hand and rowed a few times on kukas's chest. Before kukas could react, she took her own staff and books and left here quickly.
"Damn it, what did you do with the mage?" seeing the female mage leave his house, kukas smiled a few times, stretched out his hand and grabbed his bare brain, so he pushed open the door and came out. As soon as he came out, the black haired Knight rushed to him, stretched out his hand and instructed him to ask loudly.
"Sleep." looking at the strange expression of the black haired knight, kukas laughed loudly: "she's sleeping on me. What's the matter? If you're a woman, I don't mind you lying on me." he also twisted his body and showed his huge body to each other.
"Damn it, I knew your boy was not a good thing. Go, the mage asked me to help you cultivate well. In the future, you should fully obey my orders." the black haired Knight reached out and grabbed kukas's arm and dragged it towards the open space in the distance.
"Are you jealous of me? To tell you the truth, the smell of master is still very good." kukas shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He remembered the benefits of the sorceress lying on him last night and extracting the heat from him. He couldn't help laughing wildly.
"I won't envy you. I just pity you for your tragic future. I can imagine what revenge the pursuer of the female mage will give you when we return to the Empire three years later and know what you have done." the black haired Knight laughed and gloated.
In this way, kukas was pulled to an open space by the black haired knight, where the black haired Knight prepared more than one person's thick logs, huge stones and countless sticks for him. Of course, there are several barrels of ointment for maintaining the body.
At the request of the black haired knight, kukas uses a small axe and chisel to polish the boulders. He wants to polish these stones into flat stones one cubit long, and then hit the moving logs with his body, so as to increase his body's coordination and anti Strike ability.
Of course, the black haired Knight didn't really supervise kukas' Cultivation for a long time. After designing cultivation props and schemes for kukas, he left in a hurry.
As the days passed, two years passed. In these two years, more and more mobs participated in the church construction. At intervals, the black haired Knight brought kukas some people to fight with them. Of course, these people are actually the tough opponents they met when they expanded outside. Now they get to kukas, which not only increases kukas' combat experience, but also destroys the courage and faith of those rebels.
After the number of mobs increased to a certain extent, the black haired Knight did not know what means to use. He selected more than ten people from these mobs to serve as an army, and then went to other mob gathering places to plunder. Of course, every time he plundered, he would pull kukas to go with him.
As for the third-order mage in the hands of glory that kukas was worried about, he never bothered him. The black robed female mage said that the third-order mage had been killed by her. From now on, there will be no members of the hand of glory.
"Where are the three young men?" kukas lay in front of the fireplace, while the sorceress lay on his broad chest.
"I don't know. Since the third-order mage of the glorious hand died, there has been no trace of them in Kent town and several surrounding towns. However, some time ago, someone saw them in a town thousands of miles away: at that time, they carried short spears in their hands, covered with blood stains, and had Stuart Witt's" psychedelic "in their mouth. It seems that they haven't mixed well Wrong. "The black robed female mage wriggled a few times and finally fell asleep deeply.
"We have been here for more than two years, and we will leave here in six months, but I don't know if you will go back." kukas looked at the log on the roof, put his hand on the back of the female mage, and felt the unique cool smell of the woman.
"I'm going to fight again tomorrow. I hope I can see you again." with these words, kukas sighed and fell into a deep sleep. After he fell asleep, the female mage lying on him smiled a few times in a low voice, and then there was no sound again.
At dawn the next day, kukas woke up from his deep sleep. The female mage lying on him did not know when she returned to her room.
After breakfast, the black haired Knight led more than a dozen fierce mobs to appear in front of kukas with knives, guns and sticks.
"Don't look, she will never come out to give you a gift." after more than two years of hard work, the black haired knight is more mature than before, and the blood smell on his body is also strong. While talking, he motioned to the mob to bring kukas's wildebeest.
The wildebeest screamed loudly at the sight of kukas. After more than two years of emotional cultivation, the wildebeest has fully recognized kukas. After kukas breaks out, he can stimulate it with the unique secret method of the Knights. At that time, as long as kukas is not lazy, the wildebeest will become more and more powerful.
The black haired Knight also had his war horse, but he never took it to heart. According to his words: "these war horses are too low-grade. When I get stronger, I will choose a Warcraft as a mount. Then I will become the most powerful knight."
Of course, many people have such ideas as black haired knights. Although they are knights, under the influence of the current climate, they no longer value ordinary mounts as much as the Knights before. Instead, they began to pursue powerful Warcraft or cherished war horses.
Kukas didn't know whether the other party was right or not. He just knew that if he became a knight, he would not change his mount unless the wildebeest was seriously injured and couldn't recover.
As a knight's retinue, he recognized the old knight's teaching very much. In his opinion, no matter whether the mount is good or bad, as long as it hunches over itself, it is a reliable and loyal companion. We must not abandon them at will.
"Let's go!" kukas still ate fruit and fruit on his upper body, and put a hide around his waist as a shame object. All the people, including the black haired knight, wore thick clothes to cover the wind and snow.
The team embarked on the journey. This time they were going to fight in a small town in the north, because the town they conquered a few days ago suddenly broke away from kukas and their control again because of outsiders, which not only cut off the worship, but also blocked the natural flow of other mobs to kukas and them.
It is for this reason that after consulting the female mage, the black haired Knight called kukas to prepare to teach the town a good lesson in the past, so that the people in the town know their power, so as to submit again, and offer special talents and various materials lacking in Kent town.
In the past year, snowflakes fell on the barren ice field for two-thirds of the time. The cold wind rolled up the snow on the ground and fluttered in the air. It hit the cheek and made people feel bursts of pain.
The Knights and the mob all lowered their heads and wrapped themselves in cloaks, while kukas narrowed his eyes and sat upright on the war horse, longing for the upcoming bloody killing.
"When you kill a person, everyone hates you, and some people will try to get rid of you. When people kill ten people, some people will be afraid of you, but some people still don't take you in their eyes and take the opportunity to trouble you. When you kill thousands and thousands of people, even the most powerful people will be afraid in their hearts and dare not face you face you face to face, afraid that you will suddenly die Jump up and kill them; when you need and desire to kill every day, no one will trouble you, even if you offend them. "A generation of knights in the old knight family wrote down their feelings in his notes.
Of course, although the knight was finally killed, kukas still believed in each other's words. He just thought that the bad name of the knight had not spread further.