Standing at the door of Morris' barracks, he looked around with a torch.

I found that the door had broken and the room was in a terrifying mess.

Seeing this, Sean frowned and pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "How long has the Knight Morris been running out?"

"Just just now." Tyson replied.

At the same time, an apprentice knight who followed Captain Zebra out to look for also ran back panting.

After seeing Shawn, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Lord, we have found Knight Morris."

Sean hurriedly said, "Where is it?"

“On that small hill near the Harvey River.”

Sean's heart moved, "Is it the grave of the warriors burying?"

"Yes, Lord Lord!" the apprentice knight replied respectfully.

Sean waved his hand: "Go, come with me and have a look."

With a command, everyone protected the lord and ran towards the hillside of the Lingyu River.

With the help of the light of the torches of everyone, Sean came to the hillside full of tombstones.

Through a long distance, everyone vaguely saw a burly figure standing motionlessly at the top of the hillside with their backs facing them.

Captain Zebra couldn't help calling out: "Morris ride..."

"Shh!"

Before he could call out, Sean signaled him to stop the sound, then waved his hand, and everyone stopped, about ten meters away from Molius on the top of the slope.

I saw Morris standing proudly on the hillside, looking up at the dark night sky, without moving, and even muttering to himself in a low voice.

Even Sean and the others stood behind him, he didn't notice it.

Morris did not move, Sean and the others did not move, and even the sound of breathing was deliberately lowered a lot.

Everyone was very confused and didn't understand what the Lord Lord's move meant.

But Sean knew very well that Morris should have broken through to a critical moment and was now in an epiphany of "no self".

After waiting for about half an hour, Morris, who had been standing still, suddenly raised the heavy knight's sword and slowly raised it over his head.

At this time, Zebra and the others finally understood what was going on.

His heartbeats accelerated, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

With a "huh", Morris swung his sword towards the dark night sky, and the heavy sword body exuded a gray fighting spirit.

What surprised Zebra and the apprentice knights was that there was a trace of silver-white fighting spirit contained in Knight Morris' fighting spirit.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked and stared at his burly back.

"No...no, the method is still wrong..." Morris murmured to himself as if no one was around.

Immediately afterwards, he swung the second sword into the void.

The sound of breaking wind carried by this sword was louder than the previous sword, and the silver-white Dou Qi contained in the gray Dou Qi added a few more traces.

"It's not right...why..."

After talking to himself, Morris put down his sword and lowered his head in pain, as if he was thinking about some important details of his cultivation.

Before I knew it, another half an hour passed.

The winter in the northern wasteland was already cold, and they were all standing on the hillside by the Lingyu River. When the biting cold wind blew, Sean couldn't help but tremble.

Suddenly, at this moment.

Morris shouted as if he had figured out something, "I understand... I finally understand..."

I saw my hands slowly lifting the thick sword over my head, and then gently slashing towards the night sky. In just a moment, everyone's eyes seemed to have an illusion. Seeing Morris's body, a ray of light shone.

The sword was swung silently and unremarkable, and even the gray fighting spirit that had been before did not appear.

At this time, Morris raised his sword and slashed it down again.

A scene that shocked everyone appeared.

The long sword slowly descending from the air suddenly burst out a silver-white Dou Qi, and the light of the Dou Qi became brighter and brighter.

Before the fighting spirit could dissipate, Morris swung his sword again like thunder.

This sword carries a powerful sound of breaking the wind, like thunder.

The silver-white Dou Qi exploded from the long sword again, and faintly, there seemed to be a trace of golden Dou Qi flowing on the long sword wrapped in the silver-white Dou Qi.

At this time, the Zebra's pupils contracted sharply, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Miracle! This is a miracle! Lord Morris not only successfully broke through the shackles, but also his strength was close to gold..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the other eight trainee knights took a breath.

Looking at Morris ahead, Sean's eyes shone brightly, and his heart was filled with expectations for the letter of God.

A sword into silver.

Two swords reach the peak!

The Knight God’s cultivation note is indeed well-deserved.

After a moment, the fighting spirit of the sword in Morris's hand dissipated, and he was hunched over and slowly knelt down and cried.

Sean was silent for a moment and finally led everyone forward.

Standing behind Morris, Sean said lightly: "Morris, this should be a good thing, why are you crying?"

"Lord... Lord Lord..."

Morris slowly turned his head and burst into tears, "At this moment, I have been waiting for twenty-five years, twenty-five years..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was moved.

Sean was also deeply moved, stretched out his hands to help him up, congratulating from the bottom of his heart: "Congratulations, for successfully advancing to the peak of silver."

"Thank you, thank you really, I..."

Morris, who is usually tough, is now squinting his mouth, like a child, holding Sean's legs and crying loudly.

Zebra and the nine trainee knights couldn't help but turn red.

No one understands the sorrow and sadness of these professional knights.

They were born in poverty and had low strength, but they believed in the chivalrous spirit.

We can stick to loyalty, but we can only defend it with blood and life.

The so-called professional knights are actually the group of people pursuing their dreams at the bottom of society.

They do not have good practice books or good teacher guidance, so they can only follow the basic knights to get closer to the distant mountains step by step.

Almost all professional knights can only wander in the bronze stage after their entire lives.

There are also most professional knights who cannot even reach bronze.

The silver badge, for them, was an extremely luxurious and distant dream, a dream they would never touch.

Now, someone finally realized it.

Although they are not them, they are also happy for it, just as happy for themselves.

Sean turned to look at them and said firmly, "I promise you that one day you will become the Silver Knight like Knight Morris, and even achieve higher achievements."

Hearing this, everyone stood up straight, their eyes full of expectations for the future.

On the way back, Morris had returned to his usual majestic and tough guy.

Sean turned his head and looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Captain Morris, how long do you think I can reach the peak of silver if I practice the letter of God?"

Morris was stunned for a moment and carefully planned his words, "If the master worked hard, he could enter bronze and silver in three years, it might take longer."

Hearing this, Sean couldn't help but frown and said, "Why did you advance so quickly and reach the peak of silver from bronze in two days and one night?"

Morris smiled bitterly and said, "Although I have always been the peak of bronze, I have been practicing on time every day for decades and have never relaxed. I have only been able to break through the barrier of silver. This time, with the letter of God given to me by the master, I broke through the barrier in one fell swoop and successfully advanced."

Speaking of this, he paused and said, "After practicing Dou Qi, you can only gain something if you practice hard. Otherwise, even if you have a letter of God, you will not be able to achieve too high achievements. Also, the master's physical talent is limited, so he may be slower to practice than ordinary people."

In fact, Morris has already said it very tactfully. Sean's physical talent is not only slower than that of ordinary people, but it is simply not suitable for practicing fighting spirit.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Sean was not stupid either. He knew what it meant, so he sighed and said, "It seems that I have no chance of fighting spirit in my life. What's the use of spending three or five years practicing to become a bronze knight."

Seeing that the Lord Lord was a little disappointed, Morris quickly said, "Although the master is not talented in fighting spirit cultivation, I feel that you should be suitable for practicing magic professions. After all, you awaken the divine caller, which proves that your mental power is far beyond everyone, and those mages and prophets are professions that require the most spiritual talent."

Hearing this, Sean moved his heart and nodded, "Your advice is good. I am indeed more interested in the magic profession. It seems that practicing magic requires a good mentor."

Morris flattered without blushing and gasping for compliment: "As the master calls the divine figure master, he is so wise and powerful, I guess there will be many great masters to rush to accept you as a student in the future."

"Morris, you, you..."

Sean shook his head and smiled, "You are born not suitable for flattery, and you don't have that talent."
Chapter completed!