Chapter 116: Take Skills (Part 2)

Bosingwa was very happy, but he didn't dare to show it, so as not to annoy the beauty. Of course, Peilin was a little disappointed, but in fact she was more dissatisfied. She felt that she could not lose to a poor boy, but because Ge Zheng taught him to take advantage of things, all the sins were Ge Zheng.

That night, Ge Zheng no longer squeezed them, and left them a night to let them rest and prepare for tomorrow's game.

The other students and contestants of Dongsheng Academy also received three days of hell-like special training like the two of them. At night, the hotel and the surrounding woods became quiet. Time passed by half an hour in such a quiet night. The hotel was still very quiet, but they kept remembering the sound of turning over. Except for Ge Zheng, no one could fall asleep peacefully, including Ramir.

The old dean lay down to the sky, pillowing the soft grass pillow prepared by the elf shop owner under his head, with his hands dragon in front of his chest, holding his white magical long in his hand, looking up at the ceiling. The natural patterns of the wood on the ceiling twisted and turned, and the lines seemed to move, bringing his thoughts back together.

He took the golden school emblem from the previous dean, and there was applause and a garland flying around. In the following decades, he advanced to the 13th-level titled magic god, and Dongsheng Academy also flourished under his leadership, winning the championship in six consecutive college exchange competitions.

The old dean's eager anticipation eyes seemed to have been staring at himself from the garland for decades. Although Ramir is already a sunset god and a thirteenth-level title profession that everyone admires on the mainland, in the eternal holy land in Ramir's heart, he is still the "little Ramir from the Pato Plateau" in the eyes of the old dean. Tonight, the old dean's words hovered in his ears again: Little Ramir, I hand over Dongsheng to you, I hand over the hard work of more than ten generations to you...

Suddenly, with a roar, the hearts of more than ten generations collapsed, Ramir's heartache and couldn't help but open his mouth and said, "Old Dean, I, I'm so ashamed..."

Tomorrow, the exchange competition between the five major academies. Ramir understands very well that tomorrow's game is the first step to revive Dongsheng.

Amunia tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He was not worried about tomorrow's game. He just couldn't understand why he was so afraid of that little girl Weishi? Why did he always have an impulse to suppress when he saw her. Human faces flashed through Amunia's mind, all of which were beauties in his mind, including Victoria. But when he thought of these women, Amunia had no feeling at all, but when the petite shadow jumped out, Amunia felt that he had turned into a wild beast.

Her family background should be worthy of her, but Amunia dared not confess. She was sixteen years older than her and could be her uncle...

Bosingwa lived in the same room with Andre, a cadet from the warriors. He fell asleep facing the wall. Tonight, the wind was strong on the sea, and the slightly yellow moonlight sprinkled in from the window. The moon shadow had moved from the soles of his feet to his thighs. Bosingwa still stared at his eyes wide, without any sleepiness.

Behind him, there was a veracity sound, and Bosingwa turned his head, Andre on the bed opposite had already sat up, put on his clothes, and was pulling his boots on his feet.

Bosingwa asked, "Andre, what are you going to do?" Andrei replied, while wearing clothes, "If it weren't for the turmoil of the royal city, we would not have a chance to come here. The competition will be held tomorrow, and fate will bring me to the island. This is the most important moment in my life. Before this moment comes, I must let her understand my feelings. I will fight with the blessings of the woman I love. I cannot be without a reason to fight."

After he finished speaking, he was dressed neatly, hung his warrior badge, combed his hair, and looked in the mirror: "Boxinwa, how are you good luck?" "Good luck!" "Thank you." Andre opened the door and disappeared into the darkness.

Bosingwa was lying on the bed alone, and Andre's words echoed in his mind: It was fate that brought me to the island... I want to fight with the blessings of the woman I love...

A beautiful figure appeared in Bosingwa's heart, floating, making him feel a little confused.

Andre did not lock the door. When the night wind blew, a "creaking" sound was heard. A cool breeze strode on Bosingwa's face, which suddenly woke him up. Bosingwa stood up straight and sat up: I also want her to know my feelings. Love is the reason for the battle! Bosingwa no longer hesitated, put on his clothes and went out quickly.

Victoria happened to live next door to Ge Zheng, and on the other side was grandpa Ramir's room. There were sounds coming from grandpa, and Victoria sighed in her heart. She understood the importance of the academy to grandpa, and of course she also understood the importance of tomorrow's competition.

Thinking about the days when I came to the island, the faces of the four major academies, the young and energetic Victoria couldn't help but burst out. The mitral fist gloves on the table shone under the yellow moonlight. Victoria's heart was in awesome, and her blood boiled in the blood vessels of her body. Hurry up, faster, let the battle come sooner. I want you to know that Dongsheng has no decline, and the remaining power of the lion remains!

Victoria was a little strange. Ge Zheng's room next door was quiet. He could still sleep on such a night. It was such a weirdo.

The moon is in the sky, and the moon in the inland is brighter than that in the overseas. The moonlight of the Aosta Empire is colder, as if a demon hand caresses the southern and central parts of the empire. After crossing the Alps, the wind and clouds in the north of the empire suddenly change, and the dark clouds block the moonlight. The wind under the clouds are roaring, and the moon is dark and wind is high tonight.

In the Fortress of Serajong, magical documents were coming in and out very busy. In the heavily defended castle, Cronize was signing orders. Rogers walked in with a strong stern and strode, and the metal boots fell on the ground and clattered, as if the soldiers on the battlefield were fighting spirit.

"Bang" He pounded his chest with his hand and lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, everything is ready."

At this moment, the two commanders quickly ran in with two magical documents: "Your Majesty, Dejong/Rosen's documents have arrived." Croniss opened the magical documents and looked at them briefly. Finally, a smile appeared on his solemn face. His arm was slashed hard: "Action!"

"Dadada..." The inverted gears on the winch slid through the gears. Even if the soldiers who rotated the winch suddenly lost their strength, the inverted gears would block the gears in time, and the huge and heavy iron gate of the fortress would not suddenly fall.

"Click" in a uniform manner. The most elite spearmen in the fortress empire put down their spears and pointed them in the ears of a row of warriors in front. Heavy footsteps sounded, and in the darkness it was like the roar of a demon coming from the depths of hell.

One square formation after another, the infantry slowly stepped out of the fortress. Almost at the same time, on the front lines of the Duchy of Dejung and the Duchy of Rosen, the soldiers moved away from the giant trees to resist horses. The cavalry was in front and the infantry was behind, and they were silently blocked like a tide.

The soldiers of the Empire were scattered on the northern front, like a flood of spring tide. Gradually approaching the defense lines of Dandra and Summer, the sentries on the enemy's sentinels had discovered them.

A sharp whistle sounded, and it could be heard far away in the howling night wind. The two imperial camps started to riot at the same time, from generals to soldiers, hurriedly put on the battlefield, and hurriedly prepared the camp.

"Dududu..." The sentries on the whistle were still blew the whistle, and several azure blue magic lights slashed through the night sky, as beautiful as a meteor with a short life.

"Boom!" The first blue meteor fell on a high whistle tower, and in an instant it exploded into a gorgeous blue chrysanthemum. The fragile whistle tower was vulnerable and was broken in the explosion. The broken pieces flew everywhere. A soldier had just crawled out of the tent with his pants. A piece of wood thorn flew out from the horizontal. With a "pop" sound, he pierced his neck, and sticky blood gushed out. The soldier pulled out twice, and wanted to raise his hand to pull out the thorn. He just moved his wrist and fell to the ground.

There was a brilliant blue rain in the sky, and five hundred magic cannons lined up on the northern front line of the empire, without concentrating firepower at all. The new magic cannons have huge power and super high firing rate. As long as they were arranged neatly, they could destroy the defense lines and fighting spirit of the two empires.

The blue magic shells looked like a group of beautiful fireflies in the distance. They dragged the tails of light mist across the sky. Once they hit the target, they immediately showed a devil-like terrifying side.

"Boom!" The arrow tower with an iron shield embedded outside was blown to pieces. The archers who had just crawled in had no time to scream and turned into blood.

"Boom!" The huge catapult car flew into the sky and was shattered by the blue light in the air. A huge wooden pillar looked like a giant spear, and with a "duh", it penetrated into a small rock fortress and stabbed two soldiers to death.

"Boom!" One of the stone forts collapsed with a bang, and several helmets flew into the sky...

The new magic cannon looks like a giant demon, using its feet to ravage the local position. Whenever you see anything, you step on it and destroy it all!

It is several hundred meters away from the enemy position where artillery fire is located.

"For the Empire, for tomorrow, kill!" Rogers led the way, raised his sword in his hand and ran past the cavalry formation. The swords and the knights of each cavalry were jingling and jingling, and a series of crisp sounds were heard. "Kill!" The cavalry regiment let out a neat roar. On the battlefield where artillery fire was terrified, the sound was heard several miles away, scaring the enemy who was born under the artillery fire.
Chapter completed!