The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 815 Weiss's Heart

"Brother... help!" Fenglin Xilan grabbed Fenglin Youlan and cried.

"What's wrong?" Fenglin Youlan, who had just returned from patrol with the knights, hugged the two little sisters and looked at the two tearful little girls in confusion.

"Wow, wow, wow... I'm so tired!" The two girls wiped their tears.

"Hahaha, this is the only way to become a dragon knight. After all, you still need to lay a solid foundation! Especially you, Xilan!" Fenglin Youlan said with a smile.

“Wow, why…” Fenglin Xilan stopped crying instantly and looked at Fenglin Youlan in disbelief.

"Because you are already a dragon rider." Fenglin Youlan gently touched her head. Shulan could be lazy and have no achievements. After all, she might not be able to capture the purple thunder dragon, but Fenglin Xilan was already a real dragon rider! The guardian dragon of the McDougal family had signed a dragon rider contract with her.

“Wuwuwu… No! Can we terminate the contract, please…” Fenglin Xilan, with tears in her eyes, pulled Zhuiguang, who was eating watermelon and taking a nap, from her shoulder.

  "Huh? Ah Minos!" The dragon eyes chasing the light widened. It was bad enough that he was the one eating the melon, but as a great Dusk Dragon, he was rejected by her?

"Little girl, you should thank your eight generations of ancestors for their kindness and good deeds... otherwise you would have been killed by me..." Zhui Guang said faintly. He was both a father and a mother to support this family! If it wasn't for the honor of the McDougal family, would he, the great Dusk Dragon, condescend to a little girl who was still sucking her fingers?

"Hehe! What nonsense are you talking about!" Fenglin Youlan patted Fenglin Xilan's head and gave Zhuiguang a smiling face in return.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. In addition, the position of the head of the McDougal family has been automatically transferred to Fenglin Youlan. After the responsibility of carrying the banner has been handed over to Fenglin Youlan, Zhuiguang can naturally give up. He is more doting on Fenglin Xilan, and has no requirements for Zhuiguang's strength. After all, he is the child he has raised since childhood. He will not require his knights to be proficient in martial arts like other dragons.

"Okay, you must study Dragon Lance well. This is the most basic skill for a Dragon Knight! Dragon Lance will be your third life! It is an extension of your body! Only by mastering Dragon Lance can you best utilize the strengths of a Dragon Knight!" Fenglin Youlan taught.

"But... Your Majesty's Dragon Spear is still very broken..." The two little girls blinked their eyes and told the truth.

"...Your Majesty can learn this later, and Your Majesty is good at using sword..." Fenglin Youlan touched his nose awkwardly.

"I understand! Your Majesty is a swordsman!" Fenglin Shulan said proudly, holding up a green onion finger.

"Stupid! That's a swordsman!" Fenglin Xilan said with her hands on her hips.

  "..." Fenglin Youlan was stunned on the spot. Roland was expelled from the knighthood just with just a few words?

"I can testify! Your Majesty's marksmanship is unparalleled in the world!" Weiss appeared quietly and raised his hand.

"!!!" Fenglin Youlan was frightened by the ghostly Weiss.

"A new skill I learned - stealth..." Weiss touched his nose and said embarrassedly.

"How dirty! Have you learned the shadow clone?" Fenglin Youlan's knowledge is so profound that he knows what Weiss is going to poop when he lifts his butt. There is no one else who can teach him this except Darian Nightblade.

"I learned it..." Weiss touched his nose.

“Hiss… So dirty!” Fenglin Youlan covered his face. As a Paladin, he hated those “rat bastards” who hid their heads and showed their tails. Originally, Weiss, the Dragon Knight, learned the bold and aggressive methods of Kaslo, and at most had some agile attack moves. As a result, after hanging out with Darien Nightblade for two days, he also became what the Dragon Knight Commander didn’t want to see…

"Forget it, at least the survival rate is higher if we fight this way..." Fenglin Youlan comforted himself. As an imperial noble, he had forced himself not to say that a knight hiding his head and showing his tail was a mean act.

"Ahem, try to use less of these unorthodox methods, and don't forget your duty as a dragon knight in the future!" Fenglin Youlan couldn't help but give a few words of advice. Fenglin Youlan was really afraid that she would teach a sixth-rate dragon knight. You know, the role of a dragon knight is to be the fulcrum of the battlefield, to bear the most poisonous blows, and to wear the thickest armor! What kind of heresy is a dragon knight who escapes into the void with one strike... That kind of fighting style is the style of dragon knights and dragon magicians.

"Okay..." Weiss just nodded and didn't know if he meant it or not.

……

"Senior Senar..." Weiss sat alone on the castle's watchtower late at night, whispering and stroking the Holy Sword Senar in his hand, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"You are still confused, kid. Don't forget your original intention!" The King of the Mountain appeared beside him at some point.

"Senior, aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Weiss' pupils shrank and he said in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter. I used your aura to cover up my existence. They won't doubt it. After all, I came here through a contract!" The King of the Mountain waved his hand.

"I don't know what to do. I'm so confused now..." Weiss whispered.

"Why? Because you held back in this battle? Do you blame yourself for their deaths?" The Mountain King raised the soul fire in a teasing manner.

"I don't know..." Weiss lowered his head. During the siege of Lagran, he had wanted to summon the King of the Mountain to bring the army of the undead several times, but each time he hesitated after holding down the Holy Sword of Sernar. After all, the matter of Sernar was already a mess, and if the undead were involved... Weiss would inevitably be afraid that King Roland would think too much! After all, he was a native of Middle-earth! He was not a Lagran summoned by the system, so it was human nature to have reservations.

However, he was deeply shocked by the deaths of countless soldiers and former acquaintances in the war, especially the death of Cardo, which made him extremely guilty. He chose to protect himself. If it were not for the forbidden spell that resurrected everyone, he would probably never have been able to face Kaslo in his life. Even now, he still avoids his teacher in his daily life.

“Why should you blame yourself? Everyone has his own destiny. Whether you choose to take on this responsibility or not, why should you blame yourself? You are just a small third-level knight. Even if you really summoned us, the result is still unknown. Let yourself go. Even if they know, they will not blame you. A third-level knight should not take on responsibilities that do not belong to him.” The King of the Mountain chuckled, his voice was not loud but deafening.

"You never owe them anything. Everything you have was given by General Senar. Why do you feel guilty?" Although the words of the King of the Mountain were a bit absolute, they were not without reason. In fact, most of Weiss's belongings today are Senar's legacy. It can be said that Weiss inherited all the plans laid out by Senar. This tenacious knight who spent endless years laying out his plans left all his life's savings to his heirs.

"Think about it carefully. Don't go into a dead end. You live not for others but for yourself. It is true that they have done you a favor, but is it really worth risking your life for them? Or do you really feel a sense of belonging to this country?" The King of the Mountain said calmly.

"Look straight into your heart, you are yourself! Senar entrusted the will of the Arnor lords to you, you must not let him down..." The words of the King of the Mountain came as if from the wind. When Weiss looked for him, he had disappeared without a trace.

"Look straight into my heart? Do I feel a sense of belonging to this country?" Weiss murmured these two sentences.

"What's wrong, silly boy? Why aren't you sleeping so late?" Caslo appeared behind him with his arms crossed.

"Can't sleep, teacher." Weiss said respectfully.

"Then go to sleep slowly and have a good rest! You still have a long way to go in the future, and whether the empire can be revived depends on you..." Caslo smiled slightly, but his voice was a little lonely.

"I think I understand!" When Weiss raised his head again, a confident smile appeared on his face again.

"Thank you, teacher!"