Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 149 The Law of Order
"Should I use the global experience to attack the Knight of Order?" Just as Robin was struggling with his conscience and hesitating.

The old cat came over and saw through Robin's inner struggle at a glance.

"You have already mastered part of the order. You should have reached the level of a legendary knight?" The old cat's voice was low but powerful, echoing in the ice cave.

Robin nodded slightly, his expression showing the fatigue of a hard battle. He slowly said, "In that fierce battle just now, I was lucky enough to break through."

When the old cat heard this, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. He touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "With your qualifications and opportunities, it is not impossible for you to become a Knight of Order in the future."

Robin quickly shook his head: "I've only just touched the threshold of becoming a Knight of Order. I'm still a long way off."

The old cat grinned, revealing a few yellowed teeth. There was a hint of ridicule in that smile, as well as a hint of regret for the past: "It's a pity that the Round Table Council gave up on such a good seedling like you. I'm afraid those old antiques will regret it in the future." After saying that, he shook his head, as if he disagreed with the decision of the Round Table Council.

Then, his expression straightened, and he turned around and waved to Elena and Alger, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty: "You two little guys, retreat first. The next battlefield is not for you to participate in.

The battle here is about to escalate to another level. In your current state, staying here will only increase the danger."

Alger's mechanical eyes flickered, the light flickering rapidly, as if thousands of words were surging in his heart.

His core had been severely overloaded due to the previous fierce battle, and it emitted a slight buzzing sound, as if protesting against its owner's excessive use.

If he continued to fight, his body might collapse at any time. Not only would he be of no help, he would also become a burden to everyone.

In the end, he just nodded silently and turned to leave.

Elina gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her eyes full of unwillingness.

Her body trembled slightly. Although the Sword of the End was extremely powerful, the side effects also made her extremely weak, and she was even a little shaky when she stood.

She raised her head with difficulty and looked at Robin. Her voice was a little low due to weakness, but it was full of determination: "Come back alive. No matter what happens, you must return safely."

Robin met her gaze, nodded vigorously, and said firmly, "Of course. You can leave without worry. I will come to you after I have completely resolved this matter."

Watching Elena and Alger's figures gradually disappear into the distance, Robin took a deep breath and turned to look at the old cat.

The old cat smiled and said, "We'll wait here for two days!"

Outside the ice cave, the biting wind and snow were like ferocious beasts with bared fangs and claws, raging wildly.

The world was a vast expanse of white, as if swallowed by ice and snow. Within this chaos, four figures loomed and slowly emerged from the snowstorm.

The powerful aura emanating from their bodies caused the flying snowflakes around them to instantly freeze in the air, as if time had stopped.

The leading knight was wearing heavy silver-white armor, and the sunlight shining on it reflected a dazzling light.

A lifelike griffin emblem was engraved on the visor, and the griffin with its wings spread out looked as if it was about to take off into the sky in the next second.

This person is none other than the third seat of the Round Table, the renowned "Silver Crown" Gareth.

His existence is like a towering mountain in this world of ice and snow, which makes people awe-inspiring.

To his left stood a wizard in a dark blue robe embroidered with mysterious star runes that shimmered with his movements.

The wizard held a crystal clear wand in his hand, with a strange magic crystal floating on the top of the wand.

The crystal keeps changing its shape, sometimes like a rushing river, sometimes like a burning flame, mysterious and charming.

He is "Star Track" Morey, the youngest first-ring wizard in the parliament.

Despite his young age, he secured a seat in the council with his exceptional magical talent and deep understanding of the mystical powers.

The two legendary knights on the right are like two silent sculptures.

They are tall and strong, and their armor is indestructible.

One of them had a dazzling sun emblem branded on his armor, its light seemingly able to penetrate the endless snow and wind;
The other one has a crescent moon engraved on it, exuding a cool aura.

They are the "Sun and Moon Guards" directly under the Parliament. They have been silently guarding the secrets and glory of the Parliament and are the most loyal blades of the Parliament.

Gareth's gaze pierced through the wind and snow, landing on the old cat. His voice, emanating from his visor, was as low as thunder in the sky: "Old cat, is the situation worse than expected?"

The old cat looked up at the sky and snorted, his face a mixture of disdain and worry. "Grand Duke Frosthawk has gone completely mad. He actually plans to use the flesh and blood of the entire North to feed the God of Machines. That guy is blinded by power and doesn't care how many innocent lives will be lost."

Morey frowned slightly, tapped the ground with the staff in his hand, and a mysterious magical wave spread out.

In an instant, the crystal reflected the strange gear-shaped cloud above the Frost Fortress.

Gigantic gears slowly turned within the clouds, emitting a cold and dangerous aura. "The double moon overlap has been brought forward. Based on the current situation, we have at most twelve hours left. Once the double moons fully overlap, the ritual of the Machine God's advent will be complete. At that point, the North, and indeed the entire continent, will be plunged into irreparable doom."

Gareth's eyes grew more serious. He tightened the spear in his hand, the tip of the spear flashing with a cold light. "We must not let this happen. Old Cat, tell me your plan. We don't have much time."

The wind and snow were still howling, but the atmosphere between the five people was even colder than the ice and snow.

Robin was filled with helplessness, internally complaining furiously, "I just want to live a peaceful life, gain some experience, and slowly become stronger. Why am I always pushed to the forefront?"

He looked at the increasingly violent wind and snow outside the ice cave, feeling that fate always liked to play jokes on him. His dreams of an ordinary life were crushed again and again by the cruel reality.

In the far south, in the luxuriously decorated council hall of the Wizard Council headquarters, the atmosphere was relaxed and playful.

The wizard council members sat around a huge oval conference table with gloating smiles on their faces, as if the crisis in the North was just an interesting farce.

"I heard the North is in chaos right now. Grand Duke Frosthawk actually tried to summon the God of Machinery. He's really overestimating his own abilities."

Evans Dillon, a wizard dressed in gorgeous robes embroidered with mysterious runes, had a smile on his face and his eyes were full of sneer.

He is a leader in elemental magic, able to skillfully mobilize the four elements of fire, water, wind and earth. The spells he casts are not only powerful, but also extremely gorgeous.

During a monster invasion in the southern region, he single-handedly summoned a massive wall of fire and a raging waterspout to keep the monsters out. He holds a high position in the parliament, but is frivolous and always likes to show off his achievements.

(End of this chapter)