Chapter 305 Darkness II
William Gerard...
Hearing the boy say his new name, Gilan couldn't help but twitching from the corner of his eye.
He was originally guessing who in the "Healing Knights" the "Av" in this film was...
But he didn't expect that it was Captain William himself!
'No wonder...'
Jilan couldn't help but secretly thought.
Only William Gerrard, an important figure, is qualified to serve as the key link between the two films.
‘So, the series "Dark Ages #1" and "The Great Plague #2" tell the story of the leader? ! ’
He thought and was shocked.
‘The secret history of his ascension... just like Peyton Sasha? ! '
Just as he was lost in thought, the blond boy sitting on the horse turned his head to look, and said in a weak but not cowardly tone:
"Benefactor, please teach me how to fight. ”
Jilan retracted his thoughts and looked over, but the boy was not afraid to look at him.
“Why do you want to learn this?”
"Isn't this why you saved me?"
William replied quietly.
He was silent for a few seconds and then said:
"Don't worry, I will study hard... I am ten years old this year, please give me two years, I will definitely be able to help you kill people. If I can't do it, I will volunteer to be your slave."
"I will not eat for free during this period of study. You can do whatever you want with me, such as chopping firewood, cooking, washing, and hunting... I will.”
Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.
Even the other caravan members who heard his words looked surprised.
What surprised them was not the boy's arrogance, but his sensibility and intelligence.
To put it bluntly, what kind of labor force does a child with a sallow complexion and skinny muscles have? Purely a burden.
If Jilan had not asked for mercy, the caravan manager would not have been able to save him. It's okay for a short time, but once time passes, he will definitely be abandoned.
William's words were actually a retreat for advancement.
He is fighting for himself a chance to survive.
"Haha, I can't make the decision..."
Gilan chuckled lightly.
William's little hands tightened and clenched into fists, but his resolute expression did not change at all.
Jilan turned to look at the caravan steward, signaling with his eyes.
The middle-aged and young people in charge looked at each other and exchanged a few words in a low voice.
Gilan's hearing is so keen that he catches their whispers clearly.
The topic of discussion between the two actually revolved around Jilan...
As the captain of the caravan guard, his status is actually higher than he thought.
Although the steward is responsible for the business, it will be difficult to do business without Ji Lan, a capable and trustworthy captain.
After all, in this era of war and chaos, when traveling long distances to transport goods, the probability of encountering refugees, bandits and deserters is really high.
Must be escorted by a trustworthy armed force!
Otherwise, betraying someone halfway is no joke...
In order not to offend Gilan for this "little thing", after some discussion, the two stewards smiled and Agree to take William in.
"Since the manager agrees, I can teach you."
Gilan retracted his gaze and said.
"Thank you, benefactor."
William's pupils widened, he breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly thanked him.
Jilan looked at the young leader with a smile, and couldn't help but secretly think in his heart that the other party's lofty dream of ending the war and unifying the world was probably born during this period...
His home was burned down, his relatives and friends died in the humiliation, leaving him as a child to survive.
It is difficult for Gillan to imagine what kind of pain William suffered, and what kind of powerful motivation burst out from this pain...
Perhaps it is such a painful experience, Only then did he create the leader of future generations, and even the god of resistance and change - the "Crippled King" of December Sichen!
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In the next few days, the caravan moved on in an orderly manner.
As long as he stops to rest, Gillan will take the time to teach William fighting and swordsmanship.
It’s interesting to say.
The body-building skills and swordsmanship that Jilan mastered all originated from the "Healing Knights". Now he has turned against Tiangang and taught the "ancestral master" as a student.
But he enjoyed it.
At the same time, Gillan was also deeply shocked by William's talent.
In just two days, William unexpectedly found a new path based on the "White Cross Body Training Technique" despite the lack of secret medicine.
Although it is not the "slime" stage, it is plausible.
Moreover, the benefits William gained were not small. He soon outgrew his weakness and became more physically fit.
This made Gillan feel incredible.
You must know that William is not the leader of future generations yet. He is just an uninformed country boy in a remote village. He knows nothing about mysticism and has no experience in spiritual practice...
Can do it This is really contrary to common sense.
Gilan even had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. To put it in terms of those novels and TV series in his previous life, he was——
The man of destiny!
Peerless genius!
Son of luck!
In more popular terms, he is the "protagonist of the times"!
While teaching step by step several times, he even made tentative insinuations, asking William if he had picked up any inconspicuous gadgets and worn them on his body, and if he could see hints that others could not see. You won't get magical items on time every time...
However, William denied it with a surprised look on his face, seeming to be confused about Gillan's question.
Gilan once whispered:
"Odd changes to even." But William was still confused about this.
Jilan observed the boy repeatedly for a long time, but could not see anything strange about him. Only then did he confirm that William was not a time traveler, and there was no so-called "gold finger".
This is a real genius...
“This is the dialect of greeting friends in our hometown.”
Gillan made a casual remark at that time.
William suddenly understood and did not ask too many questions.
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William was like a compressed sponge, sucking in all the fighting skills Gillan taught him with all his strength.
Little boys learn quickly.
Almost the same every day.
From being clumsy at the beginning, to being impressive, to the terrifying point where even the caravan guards almost lost in a duel.
Had it not been for William's physical limitations, he might have already had the strength to kill an adult head-on.
In less than a month, the caravan group's view of William has undergone earth-shaking changes.
This little boy...
It’s incredible!
In Gillan's view, William is like a crazy wild wolf. Even though he is young, there is ferocity flowing in his bones and blood.
In order to gain stronger power, he treated Gilan like a god, with piety and respect, even humility.
In the eyes of the caravan members, this little guy will succeed sooner or later.
In this war-torn era, with such a talent for fighting, as long as he doesn't die prematurely, he will definitely become a big shot...
But compared to the shock and appreciation of others, Jilan mostly just watched silently.
Maybe only he knows.
William at this moment is very similar to him before.
No matter what it looks like on the outside, there is a beast hidden inside...
In pursuit of revenge and the realization of his grand dream of ending the war, this beast will drive William forward at all times.
This day.
The caravan encountered an accident on its way north.
Everyone was on a trail and was intercepted by a thick log lying in the middle of the road. The surroundings were artificially filled with dead branches and stones.
The experienced caravan steward’s face changed slightly and he quickly reminded:
"Be careful! There are gangsters!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thirty or forty people poured out of the surrounding forests, behind the hillsides and even in the bushes in the blink of an eye.
Wow! !
“Kill!”
“Hack them to death!”
"Flour! I see flour!!"
The hissing shouts and unexplained shouting turned the original silence into noise and commotion.
These guys were in ragged clothes, with sallow faces and thin muscles but ferocious expressions. Their bloodshot eyes were staring straight at the sacks on the trolley.
At first glance, they looked like desperate refugees, without even decent weapons on hand. Most of them are rusty sickles, pitchforks, rakes and other agricultural tools, or kitchen knives, wooden sticks and other items.
Faced with the sudden attack, the caravan quickly regained its composure after the initial panic.
As the captain of the guard, Jilan took the lead in drawing out the iron sword from behind and shouted:
“Everyone forms a circle, with their backs against the carriage, to protect the two stewards!”
“Yes! Captain!”
The guards drew out their iron swords with a clatter, and with solemn expressions, they retreated in an orderly manner, tightening their scope.
They are experienced mercenaries, and they have the equipment advantage of leather armor and iron swords. They can crush this ragtag group in every aspect.
Although there are fewer people than there are more people, judging from past experience, if you only need to persist for a while and kill some of the refugees, the rest will definitely disperse in a hurry and run faster than anyone else.
"William!"
Gilan tilted his head and called.
The little guy who is less than 1.3 meters long responded quickly:
"Teacher, I am here!"
"Here."
Gilan smiled and waved his hand, and the iron sword came out.
William was startled for a moment, then caught the sword hilt accurately. The 6-pound sword was still quite heavy for a child. After grabbing the iron sword, he was almost knocked down by the inertia and staggered a few steps before he could stand still.
"Teacher, this...?"
William looked up with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Whether fighting or swordsmanship, they are all killing skills...let me see your performance."
Gilan said calmly, standing empty-handed.
Hearing this, the blond boy tightened his hands holding the iron sword, and his eyes instantly became determined and cold.
He shouted loudly, turned around and took the initiative to greet him.
No fear!
Just at this moment, a refugee arrived in front of him, with a ferocious face about to raise his sickle and chop him down.
William moved quickly, stepped sideways, dodged the sickle, and at the same time sent the iron sword in his hand out——
Chi! !
The sharp sword tip pierced the refugee's left chest, causing him to freeze.
William's strength was not great, but he successfully completed the fatal blow. Some blood drops splashed on his face, causing his pupils to shrink slightly.
But after only a moment of trance, the boy's expression returned to normal.
"Ha!" He remembered Teacher Jilan's teachings and practiced the kick countless times.
Bang!
This kick cleverly hit the opponent's joint. There was a crunching sound, and the refugee screamed and fell off balance.
The iron sword used its strength to penetrate the chest!
thump!
(End of this chapter)