I created the world

But they are only possessed by their own bloodlines, and they are not universal.

It is necessary to set up another warrior system besides this, so that ordinary people have the possibility to become extraordinary powers.

Chen Luo pondered for a moment, then began to set up the warrior's training system.

"Warriors cultivate their physical bodies and possess powerful combat skills. As opposed to "magic", they can possess fighting spirit when they advance to the third level. Fighting spirit is a fighter's advanced skill, which is directly related to vitality. Only warriors who have mastered the meaning of fighting spirit can use it.

In the later stage, it can be transformed into a knight and a berserker, a knight can be transformed into a paladin at the sixth level, and a dragon knight can be transformed into a dragon knight by signing a contract with a dragon.

The Berserker pursues the ultimate power, using himself as a container to forge the strongest body.Tier [-] can be transformed into rune jihad, engraved with heaven and earth runes, each time a new rune is engraved, one's own strength can be greatly improved, and the special effects of the engraved rune can be obtained, such as the ability to use magic and increase various resistances, etc. wait. "

After Chen Luo set up the systems of the two professions, he added warrior training books to another tower, but they were much less than magic books, less than tens of thousands.

At this time, the three hundred griffins had already flown to the other three continents, flying towards their target.

In the Great Shang Dynasty, in the residence of the Earl of Rodney in Danxi City, it was winter, and there was heavy snow falling outside. A scrawny young man was struggling to carry a wooden barrel about his size.

The wooden bucket was full of water, and the young man was obviously unable to lift it with his weak strength at this time. He had to put down the bucket every few steps and had to rest for a while before he could lift it up again.

The boy was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, his clothes were ragged, and many of his exposed skin had chilblains.

He was shivering from the cold, but he still gritted his teeth and walked towards the back kitchen with the wooden barrel in his arms.

Just as he was about to enter the back kitchen, a foot suddenly stuck out.

Caught off guard, the young man was suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, and fell hard on the ground for a long time without getting up.

The icy cold water in the wooden barrel quickly wet the young man's whole body, making him so excited that he wanted to get up in a hurry.

But at this moment, the foot that tripped him stepped out again, and stepped heavily on his palm.

The boy's face was flushed red, and he opened his mouth in pain, wanting to scream, but he clenched his teeth tightly and did not make any sound.

The boy endured the severe pain and looked up at a boy who was about his age.

Billy, Earl Rodney's youngest son and half-brother, is one year younger than him.

It's just that the treatment of the two is very different. Billy is dressed gorgeously, wearing an expensive and warm bearskin coat, and there are a few servants with flattering faces behind him.

Although Billy saw the boy with a painful expression, he stared at him very indifferently, as if looking at a dead person.

Billy felt a chill in his heart, and he couldn't help taking a step back, but soon he realized what was happening, and stepped on the boy's head in a fit of rage, crushing his face deeply into the icy water.

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"Hmph, you bastard, how dare you look at me like that!" Billy glared at the boy angrily, and shouted at the servants behind him with a ferocious face, "Hit me!"

"Yes, Master!"

Without any hesitation, the attendants immediately rushed forward, punching and kicking the boy.

The young man didn't struggle to resist, nor begged for mercy, but just endured silently.

The more he was like this, the angrier Billy became. He pushed away those attendants, and started to fight himself, kicking the boy's abdomen several times with all his strength.

The boy curled up into a ball, almost passed out from the pain, but he still didn't make any sound.

There was an unknown fire in Billy's heart, and his attack became more and more serious. All he felt from the boy's silent reaction was contempt, not any fear.

"You still dare to stare at me!" Billy was exhausted at the end of the beating, "You keep beating!! until he screams!"

Seeing Billy's furious appearance, the attendants rushed up to beat the boy again, daring to be negligent.

They hit harder and harder, lest Billy be dissatisfied.

And the boy's body is not his own at all, just let them beat him.

It didn't take long for the boy to have a bruised nose and a swollen face, covered in blood.

But from the beginning to the end, the boy didn't even yell out, and his eyes were still firm and full of coldness.

"Master Billy, if you beat him again, he will die. This bastard will die if he dies. Although the Earl will not blame you, he must be reprimanded. Let's just forget about it today?"

An attendant approached Billy with a smile on his face and said.

Billy's face changed, and he pointed at the boy and said angrily, "You wait for me, you will suffer later!"

Billy dropped a harsh word, turned around and left with a bunch of dog legs.

But the boy didn't say a word, he got up from the ground with difficulty, and began to clean up the wounds and blood on his body.

Seeing this scene, the servants in the back kitchen seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and turned a blind eye to it.

"The water tank hasn't been filled yet, and if it isn't filled today, there's no food to eat."

The fat steward of the kitchen let out a snort, then walked out slowly.

After cleaning the wound, the boy silently carried the wooden bucket without even changing his wet clothes, and limped out of the yard to fetch water.

In the days that followed, Billy waited for the boy's injuries to recover, and then came to trouble him again. The process without exception was verbal humiliation and severe beatings.

But every time the result was the same, no matter how they fought, even though the boy couldn't get up at all, they didn't wait until the boy gave in and begged for mercy.

And every time they were tired and ready to leave, the boy would slowly get up and look at Billy quietly.

That quiet and peaceful gaze suddenly made Billy feel a chill from the deepest part of his heart.

From then on, Billy began to have nightmares, and every time he woke up from his sleep, it was the boy's cold eyes.

But the more this happened, the more Billy wanted to expel this nightmare.

One day, after another severe beating in the courtyard of the Earl's Mansion, the boy was covered in blood, but instead he smiled and looked at Billy.

Billy finally couldn't take it anymore, he yelled at several attendants, "Grab him!!"

The attendants didn't dare to disobey, and immediately stepped forward and grabbed the boy. Then, under everyone's shocked eyes, Billy took out a dagger from behind, and yelled fiercely at the boy, "Go to hell!"

The boy's expression changed slightly. He wanted to break free from the shackles of the attendants, but his body was too thin to break free no matter what.

Just when the dagger was about to stab the boy, a huge shadow enveloped the sky, and everyone present felt a palpitation above their heads.

Billy's hands paused, his neck was a little stiff, and he looked up.

I saw a gigantic beast with the head of a eagle and a body of a lion appearing in the sky. It was as huge as five or six meters, and its golden feathers were shining brightly in the sun.

Billy's heart trembled, and under the breath of the top predator, his legs began to swing unconsciously.