I Want To Be a Nobleman

Harold bid farewell to Gudry and Anne. After practicing the magic spell, he fell asleep in a hurry. He didn't have a good rest yesterday. Tomorrow, he will go to the desert to check the situation in person. It is better to rest early to refresh himself.

Today even the soldiers and ordinary civilians camped and rested early. After the plan started the next day, all the troops would be divided into 10 batches and cross the desert in waves. At that time, they must advance at the fastest speed.

After Harold fell into a deep sleep, he suddenly felt some strange noises. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly found himself on a land covered with ice and snow. The original tents, troops, civilians, and elves all disappeared.

"Where is this place, how did I get here?" Harold looked around, the heavy snow was blowing by with the icy cold wind, Harold shivered coldly.

Harold seldom feels cold after the upgrade of life level, but now the surrounding temperature does not know how many degrees below zero. It is really not something ordinary extraordinary physique can resist. Harold wants to use magic to light a fire for warmth, but finds that it cannot be used .

"What's going on?" Harold felt that something was wrong. The strange illusion, the bad weather, and the invalid magic made Harold a little confused.

"System panel, attribute panel!" Harold suddenly thought of something, and called out the system in his heart. Normally, the system would pop up a virtual panel, but there was still no movement at this time.

"Could it be a dream?" Harold said with some doubts. He had to be so suspicious, after all, everything in front of him was too surreal.

Someone brought him to an inexplicable world of ice and snow without disturbing his sleep, and then sealed his magic and system. To be able to do this, what a powerful and boring existence this must be!

Compared with this kind of fantasy, Harold still believes that dreams are more reliable. Although it is ridiculous to be able to realize that it is a dream in a dream, after all, his soul is higher than ordinary people, so it is not too strange.

"It's such a realistic dream, my fingers are so cold that I can't feel it." Harold folded his hands on his chest, tucked his hands under his arms, and looked around tremblingly to see how to get rid of the dream. This is not a nightmare or something. The monsters do it!

The shoes on Harold's feet are the feather shoes obtained by defeating the high-ranking Wingman before. They can reduce weight, but they are not effective in keeping warm. When walking on the icy snow, they got sunk, not to mention getting wet. His feet were blue with cold.

"This, this, is too cold, isn't it?" Harold couldn't bear it any longer. As he was walking aimlessly, his feet only felt cold and painful at first, and then he lost consciousness altogether.

His hands were so frozen that he couldn't even move his fingers freely, and even breathing felt like a great torture. Harold thought he had a strong physique, and he didn't need any enemy's attack, and he could be completely defeated by the harsh weather alone.

"I'll be fine if I die. This is a dream, right!" Harold huddled his body into a ball, trying to slow down the loss of body heat, and prayed that he could wake up from the dream after death. Trapped in this cheating plot.

Boom, boom, boom, suddenly, Harold felt the ground tremble, and along with the tremor came the sound of powerful footsteps, and the rhythmic sound made Harold turn his head to look at the source of the sound.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" a giant mace smashed at Harold in an unstoppable posture. The top legendary creature capable of fighting dragons - Frost Giants.

Harlow, who was almost frozen to death, especially said that he dodged. He didn't even have the strength to shout. Under the attack of the opponent roaring and smashing, he became a meat paste, and the internal bones were completely crushed. The feeling is amazing, completely There is no pain, only a moment of relief.

Compared to being beaten to the brink of death by a troll in the first place, being dismembered with an ax by a centaur commander, and being smashed and destroyed by a mutated legendary winged man, Harold died directly, or died suddenly in a dream, Waking up in reality.

"Huha, Huha, Huha." Harold was sweating profusely, as if he had just finished a sauna, feeling the familiar tent and comfortable bed, Harold patted his chest in fear, this dream It was just too scary.

Although Harold despised the Frost Giants because of the ancient tree of war, he still felt suffocating fear in the face of the most powerful race in the whole continent. Just three or four hundred, nothing compared to the Frost Giants.

And even if it is the same power, the attack effect of the heavier side will be stronger. A punch from Crom with 500 points of strength is definitely not as fierce as a punch from a Frost Giant with 500 points of strength, but this is only based on lethality. Regardless of speed and hit rate.

Harold opened the system panel, and found nothing wrong. The upper limit of HP has not decreased, the attributes have not changed, and the magic can be used normally. Everything is just a dream and has no impact on reality.

"Are you going to ask Alan? No, it's best not to ask him about this! Isn't this the dream I had?" It's not that Harold didn't trust Alan, but he suddenly felt that the dream was a little familiar.

Frost giants, icy and snowy, killing legendary creatures with mortal strength, isn't this the great deed of the ancient human hero Korendo!

The ancestors of the King of Prague killed the Frost Giants and directly broke through to become a heroic nobleman, and left behind an extremely powerful bloodline ability. The deeds of the two heroes, Corondo and Irwin, are considered bad in the Kingdom of Corondo.

Both Marcus and the King of Prague like to boast about the glory of their ancestors. The new kingdom also needs the people to have confidence in the country. Harold doesn't care but understands it. Erwin is the legendary Balrog crusade. Rondo is the Frost Giant that was killed.

Harold stared at the bracelet on his wrist in a daze when he thought of this. It seems that the reason why this wrist is useless is that he has not passed a similar test and is not qualified to use its power.

"How do you pass the test? Couldn't it be to kill that frost giant?" Harold couldn't help but tremble when he thought of the incomparably ferocious giant club. This is something that no one can bear. Crome probably has the qualifications. Head-to-head, no matter how many times he came, he would be smashed into meat sauce.

What's more, there is also the harsh climate of ice and snow, and the state was disabled before the fight started. I really don't know how Korendo, who was not even a nobleman, managed to kill the frost giant. Can you put a video as a guide for me to refer to? ah!

Harold sighed helplessly. If he could pass this trial and unlock all the abilities of the Proof of Glory, it would probably be an amazing artifact. He might be able to use the weakened version of "Giant Transformation". The benefits of strength are simply not too much.