"Why, he, Ye Wannian, can kill me alive! Why, he beheaded me in public when he was clearly lax in governing the country? Why did he behead him in public for a fight? Why, his subordinates, including members of the Liu family, refused to resist the order?
Dear, he neglected his duties and reaped the consequences, but in the end he wanted to transfer the anger in his heart to my head?"
When Fang Yue thought of this, the anger in his heart suddenly became stronger!
"It's not because my cultivation level is too low! So he doesn't take me seriously at all! If I were a general, he would have to pay attention to me! If I surpassed the general, the entire Apocalypse Army would treat me as a guest of honor.
Hold it in the palm of your hand!"
Fang Yue found the root of everything!
In this world... strength is still respected after all!
"I want to improve my strength. There are actually two ways to go! One is to practice step by step to improve my cultivation level and the level of the three powers little by little! The other is to practice an offensive combat skill and the golden bell.
Complement each other, both offensively and defensively.
The first path either requires a lot of time to practice, or it requires a lot of wealth and resources to pile up the cultivation level!
The second way is convenient and simple. There is nothing else in Old Turtle's book, but there are quite a few high-end combat skills!
If you want to improve your strength in the shortest time, the fastest way is to take both paths together!
Ye Wannian, you old bastard, when my brother becomes more powerful, I will beat you into a grandson!"
Fang Yue cleared his mind and began to work hard.
As for martial arts, he chose a knife technique.
"Thousand Waves Cut"
The name of this sword technique is very ordinary, but its power in the later stages is terrifying.
The sword light is like waves, layer upon layer.
A layer of sword light represents 70% of the power of Quan Sheng's attack!
The second level of sword light is 140% of the power of Quan Sheng's shot!
Stacked one after another, if it reaches a thousand layers of sword light, it will be seven hundred times more powerful.
Even an ordinary warrior can chop a strong man who surpasses the general into pieces with a wave of his hand.
Of course, "Thousand Waves Slash" has extremely strict requirements on the physical body.
Because every additional layer of sword light increases the load on the physical body.
Ordinary people, let alone stacking a thousand layers of sword light, will break their arms after three layers!
However, Fang Yue has the breath of life and his body is constantly strengthening, so there is no need to worry about this!
The only thing needed is to observe the waves.
The founder of "Thousand Waves Slash" realized this combat skill from the waves.
If you want to understand, it is easiest to observe the waves!
As for the resources needed to improve your cultivation, there are only two ways to obtain them.
One is purchased with money, and the other is exchanged for military merit!
Sleepless nights.
A diligent figure is working silently in his thatched house until dawn!
the next day.
The military merits of the Apocalypse Legion.
On a square wall ten feet long and three feet high.
A series of reward missions for military merits are listed!
The text on the military industrial wall has been processed using special means. Each text is only the size of a human head, and each military reward mission is played in a rolling manner to ensure the maximum amount of information.
"Holy crap, there are LED lights in other worlds?"
After Fang Yue saw the military merit wall, he couldn't help but be shocked by the civilization of this world.
Different civilizations have reached the same destination by different routes, and in some places they have produced the same results.
The appearance of this military wall is exactly the same as the LED scrolling subtitles on Earth.
It was just the faint aura of mana permeating it that told Fang Yue that it was a product of fantasy civilization.
"Killing barbarian soldiers will earn you ten points of military merit."
"Killing the barbarian captain of ten will earn fifty points of military merit."
"Killing the barbarian centurion will earn you 200 points of military merit."
"There is a bounty for the heart of a warrior-level Purple Light Rat, and a reward of 100 points of military merit."
"..."
Fang Yue looked at it one by one, and his good mood felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on him.
The eyes full of expectation turned into bits and pieces of despair.
Ye Wannian, I, your uncle!
Fang Yue finally understood why Ye Wannian insisted on transferring him to the cooking room.
Because although the work in the kitchen is safe and relaxing, there is no possibility of contact with the front line.
The vast majority of military honors are awarded to soldiers on the front line, encouraging them to bravely kill the enemy and fight bloody battles.
For example, it is almost impossible to obtain military honors for work in the kitchen.
In the military, those who truly have ideals and ambitions join the army for military merit.
In the army, the meager salary is enough to get a barely registered household.
This Ye Wannian had bad intentions, deliberately letting himself be hidden and buried!
Fang Yue's teeth gritted loudly.
Ye Wannian, you old bastard, do you really think that you can't exchange for military merit if you don't let me go to the front line?
A plan gradually took shape in Fang Yue's heart...
"Second Young Master, it seems a bit wrong for us to do this!"
It was a dark and windy night, in a quiet grove.
Shao Gang looked at Fang Yue who was tiptoeing forward slowly, his face darkened slightly.
"What's wrong? Haven't you always wanted to come to the front line? Why, are you afraid again when you actually get to the front line?"
Fang Yue turned back with contempt on his face.
The heart in Shao Gang's chest pounded like a drum hammer as Fang Yue scolded him.
"Master, that's not what I meant. What I meant is that we are going to sneak attack on the enemy camp of the barbarians. At least we need a map or something! If we do this, we will get lost."
Shao Gang timidly suggested.
Before, Fang Yue's various crazy actions had completely shocked him.
Today, Shao Gang is more like a docile kitten, unable to resist Fang Yue's decision.
"Map? Meow, why didn't you tell me about such an important thing earlier? Oh my god, where are we? There are woods on all sides! We seem... lost!"
Fang Yue looked around blankly.
Shao Gang was covered in black lines on his forehead.
He went out to camp without even a map. How unreliable his master was!
Shao Gang covered his face, and the other three generals also looked at each other.
In the evening, the second young master happily went to the place where they lived and persuaded them to steal camp together in the evening. They wanted to kill the heads of several big figures in the barbarian tribe and bring them back, exchange them for military merit, glorify the Fang family, and feel proud!
The four generals were very happy after hearing this. They felt that the young master finally understood.
So, they happily followed Fang Yue to the barbarian camp.
As a result, after walking for most of the night, I didn't see even a hair in the barbarian camp.
Instead, they were all...lost!
"You are all veterans of the battlefield, do any of you know how to find the way?"
Fang Yue looked at the four generals with expectation.
War or something.
Fang Yue's impression has always been that he was stuck in the stage of playing games on earth.
Bring a map? What the hell is that?
He memorized the real-time war game of the Three Kingdoms genre at a glance and could finish the entire game with his eyes closed.
As for the slightly larger national war with tens of thousands of people, everyone has automatic path finding, okay?
The four generals looked at each other, but in the end no one came up with an idea.
"Take a step and see what happens!"
In the end, it was Fang Yue who came up with the plan.
The earth is round anyway, so it’s best to take a few more steps and walk back.
The four family generals all have black lines on their foreheads. They really have had enough of this unreliable second young master!
Whispering.
There was a slight sound of leaves shaking.
Several people suddenly became vigilant.
With a whooshing sound, a bit of silvery cold light shot out from among the vines.
There was a ding.
Fang Yue held up the golden bell and stood in the front.
The silver cold light turned into a sharp arrow, and the entire body of the arrow was forged with cold iron.
The arrow was blocked by the golden bell, and its remaining strength was exhausted, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
There are also slight ripples and waves on the surface of the golden bell!
"What a strength!"
Fang Yue showed an expression of surprise. When he was still an advanced apprentice, his golden bell could block warrior-level attacks.
Now, he has been promoted to an intermediate warrior, and the defensive power of the golden bell has also been greatly improved, but the arrow can still make waves and ripples in his golden bell. The power of this arrow is extraordinary, at least it can be compared to
A full blow from a high-level warrior.
"Swiss, swiss, swish!"
The person who fired the cold arrow saw that his arrow was so easily blocked by others, and ran away without saying a word.
"It's a big fish, chase it!" Fang Yue roared, waving the sword in his hand, bearing the brunt of the fish, and chased after it.
"Second Young Master, slow down!"
Shao Gang and others followed closely, fearing that Fang Yue would be impulsive and give birth to a new moth!
Don't chase the enemy when you are poor. This is an eternal truth on the battlefield.
The other party's details and origins were unclear, so pursuing them like this was really unwise in the eyes of the four generals.
"Don't run! I'm coming!"
Fang Yue was so excited after the chase that he played the hide-and-seek game he played when he was a child.
The more Fang Yue shouted, the faster the opponent ran.
This is a race of life and death, and one cannot help but run without exerting all his strength.
"Damn it, you are so damn fast. Is this a sprint? Why did it disappear in the blink of an eye!"
Fang Yue chased him halfway and really lost him!
"Second Young Master, wait for us."
Shao Gang and others followed closely and slowly followed up.
The strength of this second young master is becoming more and more unfathomable. He is obviously a middle-level warrior, but Shao Gang and the others find that he is a bit slower than Fang Yue.
"What should I do if I lose someone?" Fang Yue spread his hands and said helplessly: "I thought I could capture a living map, but I didn't expect that I failed!"
"Master, don't panic, I have a way to track it. This is a thousand-mile rat that I raised. It's best at tracking and treasure hunting."
Different professions have different skills.
Wang Han, who was usually silent, stood up at this time.
There was a little white mouse in his hand. This little mouse was only the size of a baby's fist, and its whole body was covered with white hair, without any mottled color.
There are three beards on each side of its mouth, trembling and trembling, as if it is constantly looking for something.
"That direction!"
Soon, Qianli Shu found the direction in which the attacker was fleeing.
"Okay!" Fang Yue waved the sword in his hand and hurriedly pursued.
Sure enough, it took less than ten minutes.
A patrol team appeared in front of them.
There are a total of twelve people in this patrol, each of them is tall and burly, with animal skins wrapped around their waists, and their faces are as black as iron.
"Are these barbarians?" Fang Yue was hiding in the woods and did not rush out rashly.
He was carefully observing this special ethnic group that had always troubled the development of the Yan Kingdom.
The barbarian tribe is a large tribe in Western Xinjiang. Its population is no less than that of the human race, and there are even more powerful ones among them.
According to legend, the blood of ancient barbarian gods circulates in their bodies. They eat raw hair and drink blood, and are cruel by nature. They often cause trouble on the borders of the human race, rob food and take away people.
The hatred between humans and barbarians has a long history, and can even be traced back to the ancient wars of gods.
The physique of the barbarians is tyrannical, and their physical bodies are majestic. Their innate physiques are difficult for humans to match.
But humans are smart and understand the rules faster.
Both races have their own advantages and disadvantages, and they are always in a state of balance.
These twelve patrolling soldiers, except for the leader, are all at the level of junior apprentices. However, with their strong blood and strong bodies, even the intermediate apprentices of the human race may not be their opponents when fighting alone!