Serui reluctantly bit the wood chip in her mouth, feeling her body trembling from the dual torment of cold and pain.
His consciousness was a little blurry, but he could still feel the pain of his hands and legs being tied to the wooden stakes. His chest and abdominal muscles were constantly rubbing against the wooden stakes, as if this could resist some of the cold.
Snowflakes fell, and the blood on his back slowly flowed down.
The pain came in waves, a burning reminder of Serui's current injury.
But that's nothing.
The most unbearable thing for Serui was the humiliation of being tied to a stake and being watched by countless people - he could feel the glances from the neatly lined up people behind him, even though they were all
his companion.
On the empty snow, Isaiah, with fair skin and rosy skin, stood at the front of the queue with an ugly face, staring at the wooden stakes with the others - grass, sissy, what are you looking at.
Byrne and the young master huddled in the middle row, whispering something in a low voice, looking over here from time to time - Damn, they must be having an affair, such as having sex with each other.
Big-mouthed Monty poked his head out from the left side, with big yellow teeth, and glanced anxiously at Seri - Seri knew what Monty meant and wanted him to be soft-spoken.
but……
Serui's heart tightened, thinking of what he had experienced in the past few days, he couldn't help clenching his trembling fists.
What a joke!
Serui, who was dying, was thinking wildly like this, biting the wood chips under his teeth tighter.
His dry tongue accidentally grazed the wood chips in his mouth, and with an imperceptible "swish" sound, he seemed to taste the taste of blood.
"You maggots, raise your heads and take a good look!"
At the rear of the queue, the deputy commander, Tyrunde, nicknamed "The Everlasting Fire", was carrying his silver-black immovable bow, coldly folding his arms, and sweeping his sharp eyes over everyone in the queue.
Monty, the big-mouthed man in the crowd, stood upright and stood upright.
Although they were excellent battlefield veterans before they were selected into the Guard, no one dared to be disrespectful to Tyrunde's order. They all looked solemnly and stared at the bound Serui.
"Tap...tap...tap..."
Heavy footsteps sounded, slowly walking through the queue, and stopped not far from the wooden pile.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the visitor, with a lot of awe and nervousness among them.
"You still don't repent, do you?"
That's the sound of "iceberg".
Serui's heart moved.
He reluctantly raised his head and looked to the left.
Iceberg - this was the nickname Big Mouth Monty and the others gave to the devil - this tall, strong and mature warrior walked to his side and turned his head to stare at him coldly.
The man's hair was covered with frost and snow, but it could not shake the fierce momentum at all.
In his hand he held a leather whip several meters long, filled with an abnormal dark red color and covered with specially made barbs.
"This is the first time that you, as commanders, have been sent to the front line to lead conscripts in combat - although I didn't have high expectations."
"But you, Thorn Tou," Bingshan glanced at Serui, his face full of disgust, and his voice sounded coldly in the cold air: "I didn't know until today that you are the person I have led for more than twenty years.
The worst, worst, most disgusting, bastard, and most worthless soldier ever."
"Shame is written all over it from head to toe."
"For you to be the commander of the conscripts? It's an embarrassment to us."
At that moment, anger and resentment hit Serui's heart at the same time.
"Pooh!"
Serui raised his head angrily and spat out the bloody wood chips that were almost bitten off in his mouth.
"Shame? Disgrace?"
"Fuck you, Bingshan, you've long disliked me," Se Rui raised her head high and sneered with suppressed anger: "What happened today was just to find a reason to slap me again, and then
Kick me out?"
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the queue!
Then came countless whispers.
"Ah, the girls are so energetic!" At the rear left of the queue, the instructor Dominic said with a harmless smile: "Don't worry, you will have plenty of time to discuss later - how about running twenty more laps in the evening training
Sample!"
As if someone had cut off the transmission of sound, the queue instantly became quiet, and for a while only the sound of breathing at different rates could be heard.
The attention in the field shifted back to Serui and Bingshan.
"Why," Bingshan's eyes were solemn and he stared at Serui coldly, "Do you have a problem with me?"
Serui looked at the bloody wood chips on the ground, gritted his teeth and frowned.
"Opinion?" Serui snorted coldly.
Bingshan narrowed his eyes.
I saw Serui looking at Bingshan with a bad look: "On the battlefield, you sent Monty a team of elite sniper crossbowmen, Isaiah's light infantry stormtroopers on the front line, and Carlos had his heavy sword.
The infantry team, even 'Slow Shiva' and the heavy cavalry are standing in line with armor on standby!"
Bingshan snorted coldly.
"And I, I am the strongest among the recruits, better than all of them. I am the sharpest knife and the best soldier in the guard!" Serui pressed his chin on the wooden stake and gasped angrily.
, the voice suddenly rose: "What's the result?"
Bingshan stared at him coldly and slowly clenched his fists.
The next second, Serui suddenly raised his head and stared at the iceberg!
"As a result," Serui looked at Bingshan with a face full of resentment: "The war is about to begin, and the team you assigned to me is the worst, worst, and rubbish team - the transport team of the baggage camp!"
"Suppress me? Let me be their commander?" His face was full of unwillingness: "To be honest, Commander Lumba, I know you hate me, but I always thought that at least the White Blade Guards are fair and strict.
Of."
Bingshan looked at Serui without saying a word, with complicated eyes.
Under Tyrunde's cold eyes and Dominic's unkind smile, everyone didn't even dare to say a word and watched this scene quietly.
After a while, Bingshan snorted coldly.
"So, as my 'best soldier'," Bingshan's words seemed to contain a piece of ice that had been hidden for many years: "When you are attacked, you use your subordinates as bait to die and let them fend for themselves.
I will hide in the dark and ambush the enemy leader."
Seri gritted her teeth.
"what can I do?"
"What can I do with those losers who haven't even wielded a sword a few times?" Se Rui tugged at his bound limbs and sneered: "Sacrifice the weak to bite the enemy, and send out the elite to defeat the strong.
Enemy—isn’t this our classic tactic in the North?”
"And relying on this tactic, I killed the leading orc and finally saved the baggage truck," he said not to be outdone: "I won, it's that simple."
Tyrunde, who was watching, snorted coldly.
Bingshan's eyebrows were twitching slowly, as if someone had cut a knife on his face.
"You still don't understand," Bingshan's voice seemed tired: "Where did you make a mistake?"
Seri shook his head and snorted angrily.
"Make a mistake? Let me tell you, the biggest mistake," he said through gritted teeth, "is that you stuffed me with a bunch of useless garbage and expected me to just give in?"
"Bah!" Se Rui spat hard.
"How about it, I created a miracle with the rubbish in my hand! I defeated twenty orcs!"
"So you can only look for trouble and find fault with me," Se Rui fell on the wooden stake and snorted coldly: "I have seen through you a long time ago, Kaslan Lumba, your way of suppressing dissidents is extremely hypocritical.
Aristocratic face!"
At the end of the queue, instructor Dominic put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and sighed.
"Listen," Bingshan ignored Serui's rude words, but his face became increasingly ugly: "Because of your order, only four people in your team survived and one person was disabled."
"The rest of them refuse to return to your service."
"Oh, that's really what you want," Serui breathed out with a look of relief on his face: "I also advise you: don't count on them in the war."
Bingshan's expression became colder and colder, his eyes heavy: "Is this your answer?"
"This is a battlefield, and someone has to die," Serui said, shaking his head with a sneer: "Cowards who can't accept reality, or weaklings who can't keep up with their combat power, it's better to leave as soon as possible."
Bingshan said no more, his eyes were fixed on the snow for a long time.
Silence returned to the field.
Only the cold wind howled.
Until Serui snorted coldly and spoke again:
"And let me tell you, Bingshan, no matter how you want to punish me, even if you put me in the worst unit to die, I can still survive..."
But he was interrupted.
"The biggest mistake you've ever made, prick the head!"
Bingshan, this strong and tall man with an angry face, spoke decisively and said loudly: "That's it..."
Bingshan slowly raised his head, his hand holding the whip trembling, his eyes full of anger: "You shouldn't spit out that piece of wood."
Serui was slightly startled and looked at the piece of wood on the ground that he had spat out.
The next second, the six-meter-long barbed whip in Bingshan's hand started to move instantly!
"call!"
The wind is fierce.
The whip throws a terrifying circle in the air!
Before Se Rui could react, a sharp tearing pain suddenly exploded from her naked back!
"Snapped!"
A harsh explosion.
Serui had the illusion that the skin on his back was torn open at that moment.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't even think.
Grass!
Serui hugged the wooden stake and shook wildly. He gritted his teeth tightly, blood even seeping from the gaps between his teeth, but he still couldn't help but groan in pain from his throat.
The iceberg that killed the whole family!
All the muscles in his body were protesting, and even in the cold winter, sweat could not help but drip from his forehead.
Instructor Dominic's voice sounded from behind the queue: "Nineteenth whip!"
Hundreds of people in the queue watched this scene quietly with different expressions.
Seri almost broke his teeth.
But he still trembled and raised his head with difficulty, unwilling to show weakness to Bingshan.
But the moment Se Rui raised his head, he was slightly startled.
I saw the iceberg that had always been cold and harsh, but his eyes at this moment were full of deep pain and disappointment: "Maybe I was wrong too, too wrong."
Bingshan's tone was sad and tired: "Maybe I shouldn't have had such high expectations for you from the beginning."
"Seri Nicolai, you idiot."
Serui, who was lying on the wooden pile and panting, was stunned.
At that moment, he saw Bingshan, who was in his prime, frowning tightly. The muscles on his face were trembling slightly in the cold wind, and his wrinkles were obvious.
"call--"
The next second, Bingshan swung the whip in his hand again, and the sound of wind rolled in!
But what came was not the whip covered with barbs in my memory.
But a dark and ferocious gun blade!
In Longxiao City, Palace of Heroes, "Meteor Star" Nikolai faced the enemy and gently narrowed his eyes.
The memories of more than twenty years ago drift away.
The soul-killing spear pierced the air and went straight into the eyes of the fallen star!
"clang!"
The sharp sound of metal colliding.
The Soul-Destroying Blade came out from halfway and crossed with the spearhead.
The gun tip vibrated slightly and missed Nikolai's forehead by a hair's breadth.
The sharp gun blade even took away a trace of his hair!
But the meteorite man didn't even move his eyelids.
It seemed that what just passed by his eyes was not the famous Killer Soul at all, but just a piece of scrap metal.
The moment the soul-killing spear pierced the air, Nikolai, who had escaped the injury, stamped his legs and rushed forward quickly.
"call!"
The light armor and robes on his body flew through the air, and the blade followed his footsteps and rushed forward in a straight line.
As the meteorites advance, the enemy's image slowly enlarges in the field of vision!
At that moment, he only had eyes for the gray-haired enemy!
iceberg.
At that moment, Nicolai's heart ignited with unknown anger.
iceberg!
Kaslan Lemba calmly drew back the barrel of the gun, and held the third part of the soul-killing gun with his right hand. The barrel of the gun trailed behind him and instantly turned into a short spear. He held the sword as if to face the incoming Nikolai.
The two of them were getting closer and closer, almost within touching distance.
Nikolai's sword flashed and struck Kaslan's neck!
And Kaslan's gun blade was pointed directly at Nikolai's throat.
The blade of the knife and the blade of the gun crossed each other in the air.
Nikolai's Soul-Destroying Blade suddenly trembled and sank instantly in the planned trajectory.
"Ding!" With a soft sound, the blade touched the tip of the gun lightly like a dragonfly touching water.
Kaslan's expression changed!
The huge force coming from his soul-killing gun made him unable to control the soul-killing gun for a moment.
The gun blade turned sideways, deviating from Nicolai's throat.
But the blade of the Meteorite's head that had just cut the gun's head was like a piece of submerged wood. In just one tenth of a second, it "floated" instantly and returned to its original orbit!
Continue to chop at Kaslan's neck.
Kaslan reacted in time and threw away the soul-slaying gun. His left hand, which he had already extended, met Nikolai's wrist that was slashing with the knife, and he made a fist with his right hand and struck the opponent's chest.
But the moment Nikolai was about to be grabbed by Kaslan's wrist, his face turned cold, and the Soul-Destroying Blade changed direction again!
In a few tenths of a second, the Soul-Severing Blade miraculously turned and made an arc in the air.
Nikolai's wrist also went around the back of Kaslan's left hand, and Kaslan's fingers barely brushed his opponent's arm.
Interception failed.
Kaslan's sword was directed at him, but the threat was not reduced by this dodge.
On the contrary, after this special turn, the blade changed from chopping to stabbing, directly poking Kaslan in the face!
Kaslan's expression remained unchanged.
Even though his attack and defense failed twice, even though the blade was beyond the reach of his hand, even though he was doomed if he was not careful.
Kaslan reacted very quickly and took back his right hand, trying to punch the side of the Soul-Destroying Blade to intercept or deflect the attack.
But just like the previous two times, Nikolai's blade changed direction again in an instant.
He broke away from Kaslan's right fist and pointed it towards his head again.
In an instant, Nicolai's blade crossed a distance of tens of centimeters, but incredibly changed seven or eight times along the way.
Kaslan responded promptly almost every time, but failed almost every time.
Nicolai was like a loach that swayed from side to side but could never be caught.
The Fallen Starman continued to draw his sword without any distractions.
There is nothing but ourselves and the enemy.
In just a few breaths, the blade was less than a few inches away from Kaslan's forehead.
Both Kaslan and Nikolai knew that maybe the outcome would be decided here.
The next second, Kaslan suddenly leaned forward unexpectedly!
"Boom!"
A scary dull loud noise.
Nikolai and Kaslan collided chest to chest!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The two men groaned at the same time, grabbed each other, and rolled several times on the ground, the sound of their limbs hitting the ground coming and going.
The Meteorite's body was obviously not as thick as Kaslan's, but strangely, upon impact, the two of them rolled in the direction of Kaslan.
Just like Kaslan can't bear it anymore.
"Clang!"
During the fight, the Soul-Destroying Blade flew out of Nicolai's hand, and the blade went straight into the wall, where it was stuck and swinging.
On the other side, the soul-killing gun fell to the ground, making a clanking sound.
Finally, after the next muffled sound came, the two people suddenly separated on the ground, rolled several times in opposite directions, and stopped almost at the same time.
Kaslan pressed the floor and stood up from his knees.
Nikolai even exerted force on his abdomen and jumped up.
From the beginning to the end, in a few seconds, Nicolai only made one slash.
Kaslan just tried to take the blow.
But only two extreme people know the danger: no matter which link goes wrong, both of them may pay an irreversible price in this short moment.
For a moment, the only sounds left in the corridor were the rapid breathing of the two soldiers.
Kaslan half-knelt on the ground and knocked on his chest in pain.
Blood flowed from his forehead - from between his eyebrows to his ears, a hideous wound continued to ooze blood.
"Well, not bad," the old man said calmly:
"At least you cut off three inches of my scalp."
At that moment, Nicolai seemed to have seen the past in a trance.
The past more than twenty years ago.
The commander at that time stood in the snow and said the same thing:
"Yes, Not Bad."
At that time, Kaslan Lumba was terrifying and terrifying, almost invincible.
At that time, Kaslan shook his neck joints, with a nonchalant expression on his face. He raised his fingers contemptuously at Nikolai, who was still a newbie and was lying on the ground panting:
"At least you let me use two hands."
Nicolai's fists clenched tighter and tighter.
Kaslan's old voice came.
Drag Nicolai's thoughts back to the present.
"That kind of instant power technique is really terrifying." In the corridor, the elderly Kaslan wiped the blood from the side of his face, tried the wound on his forehead, and frowned at the bright red on his hand: "It was really dangerous, it almost happened.
The blade broke my bones, and you sliced open my forehead."
Nicolai just stared at him without saying a word.
Almost.
"Your power of termination is becoming more and more proficient," Kaslan exhaled and tapped his chest unnaturally: "Still haven't found its source or origin?"
Hearing this, the Meteorite's eyes were still terrifying.
But he still spoke out.
"Too busy," Nicolai said coldly, "too lazy to look for it."
It seems that words are cherished like gold.
But only the Meteorite himself knows: After the collision just now by Kaslan, his chest is still in severe pain, his lungs are sore, and even breathing is painful. He can only use this period of time to
Constantly using the power of termination to relieve the muscles and bones in the chest.
Talking, for Nicolai, is undoubtedly an act that increases the load.
And the scratches left by just rolling on the ground were countless.
Nicolai's right arm was also aching and slightly numb from the fight with Kaslan for the Soul-Severing Blade.
If Kaslan suddenly attacks during this period, he will not be able to respond with all his strength.
Facing Kaslan, being unable to fight with all your strength means...
Nicolai closed his mouth and took the time to relieve his chest and recover from his injuries.
Kaslan sighed.
He thought of the magical blade that changed direction many times in just one move from Nikolai.
Leave strength and room when launching an attack, and use instant changes of direction to achieve unexpected effects - this happens most often in feint attacks.
But no one has used this skill to its full potential like Nicolai.
Nikolai's special finishing power allows him to store power in every node in his body, control every muscle and bone meticulously and perfectly, and change his posture, moves, and strength anytime and anywhere during battle.
This is no longer as simple as mere reflexes.
The Meteorite's body is almost not hindered by inertia. Every sword strike and every step taken, from the beginning to the end, can be re-energized and change direction at any time, regardless of success or failure.
A knife aimed at the throat can change direction instantly through the secondary force of the arm, turning to the face, chest, arms, abdomen, and even back to the defense. What is even more frightening is that as long as the body can bear the load, this secondary force technique can
Superimposed many times, changing direction again after changing direction - and as his strength and experience increase, the number of superpositions will only become more and more, and he will become more and more free.
In battle, you can do whatever you want and perform endless changes.
A dull slash of the sword changed endlessly in an instant, bringing a threat that shrouded the whole body.
Kaslan thought of this and shook his head with emotion: This is a finishing power worthy of being listed separately and recorded in history.
If it were in the Tower of the End, it would probably be classified into the "miracle" series.
Unfortunately, this kind of final power awakened on the battlefield is too random and accidental, and it is impossible to summarize the experience and pass it on to future generations.
Just like that kind of power.
Kaslan looked at his old subordinates, feeling nostalgic for the past.
The old man is very familiar with his old subordinate: Cerui Nicolai, a guy who only possesses the ultimate level of combat consciousness when he is at the super level.
The strongest soldier under his command.
He is also the best soldier.
But it’s all in the past.
Now, as the enemy and ourselves, they are fighting to the death.
Thinking of this, Kaslan's eyes darkened.
"Faced with the reputation of the soul-killing gun that kills with one hit, even in the extreme realm, it is difficult to be indifferent - a previous elf opponent lost here," the old man nodded lightly: "But you did a good job.
, did not disgrace the White Blade Guards, stab the head."
Nicolai was slightly shocked.
His thoughts returned to the Thirty-Eight Outposts more than twenty years ago.
The image of the ruthless "iceberg" appeared in front of the meteorite's eyes, and the scene of him standing in the snow and lecturing unsmilingly emerged.
Facing the sixth wave of attack by the glacier orcs, the leader said this at that time:
"Trick head, don't disgrace the White Blade Guards."
The "Shaking Earth" commander who was in his prime at that time and with unparalleled majesty...
The old man with silver hair and dull eyes in front of me...
The two figures slowly overlapped.
Nicolai finally calmed down the severe pain in his chest.
He adjusted his mentality and exhaled slowly, with a complex tone that did not distinguish between emotions: "Although the soul-killing gun is powerful, it is modeled after the cavalry gun."
"It's too long, too heavy, and too hard," Meteorite said solemnly: "In non-swarm infantry combat, it's not difficult to deal with."
"The person who teaches the use of weapons, I think it's Dominic," Kaslan laughed:
"I'm afraid Dom won't be happy if he hears what you said."
Nicolai's face darkened, and then sank quickly.
Dom.
Dominic.
"Blood Hammer" Dominic.
That smiling old guy, one of their instructors.
The old guy who likes to punish them by running laps and follow them for a few more laps.
He always stood next to Kaslan in his prime, with a smile on his face, bringing a little life to a group of vicious and murderous hand-to-hand veterans.
If he were still alive...
Seeing this scene, seeing Kaslan now...
Nicolai closed his eyes, endless emotions welling up in his chest, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
"He can't hear it anymore." The Fallen Star's voice was hoarse: "Don't you know?"
The veins in Kaslan's fists tightened.
"Thirteen years ago, Dominic died in the White Mountains," Nicolai said softly:
"Those who died there together were Black, Laiken, Thor, and Bauer..."
Kaslan said nothing.
"Old Shiva was also injured and retired after that. He went to Camas and never came back."
Kaslan sighed slightly.
"Ah," the old man lowered his head expressionlessly: "I heard from old Coleman about the Battle of Deep Valley."
"I heard that Old Dom, with arrows all over his head, led his troops into the enemy group for a hundred meters, and then fell down after the enemy troops dispersed."
Nicolai was slightly shocked and felt a sore feeling in his chest.
Kaslan's eyes were sad and he sighed slightly: "That guy still owes me money for a pair of leather armor."
The meteorite's fists clenched tighter and tighter, almost scratching the palm of his hand.
The unknown flame burning in his chest made him extremely uncomfortable.
"As for the soul-killing gun..."
"You know, the legendary anti-demon armed force was not originally used in the fight between people," Kaslan sighed, seeming to be a little emotional: "It's just that humans have a talent: we are good at turning everything in the world into something
Weapons that kill and injure the same kind.”
At this moment.
"Jingle Bell……"
Three thin metal discs slipped out of Nicolai's fingers and rolled neatly a long distance away.
Roll towards the old man.
Kaslan stretched out his hand and held down three discs.
The metallic sound stopped.
The old man slowly raised one of the golden discs.
"What is this?" he asked softly.
Nicolai looked at his former boss expressionlessly.
The meteorite man said calmly: "Dominic."
Kaslan was slightly startled.
The corridor is very quiet.
Even the sounds of fighting around him seemed to have disappeared.
"I was there when he died," Nicolai's expression was gloomy. He lowered his voice and said silently, "Dom said he was sorry."
"With my pension, I will continue to buy medicine for my grandson."
"So I'm afraid I won't be able to pay back the money I owe you."
There was a touch of sadness in the words of the meteorite.
Kaslan squeezed the gold coin slightly.
The old man's throat moved slightly, and his eyes focused on the remaining two gold coins on the ground.
"You don't have to do this," Kaslan raised his head and looked at Nicolai and said tiredly: "Dom doesn't like others to pay him back."
Nikolai looked at the gold coins in Kaslan's hand and knew what he wanted to say.
"His Majesty pays his pension every year."
Nicolai looked at Kaslan with complicated eyes: "But Dominic's grandson just died of illness a month ago."
Kaslan shuddered slightly.
"I have his last month's pension in my hand," Nicolai slowly raised his head, a familiar image appearing in his mind.
"I still have his account book, so..."
He was a middle-aged warrior with a broad body and a big smile, carrying a war hammer, and he was giving corporal punishment to the new recruits in circles.
Dominic Stone.
The meteorite man slowly opened his lips, his tone was calm and his voice was hoarse:
"This is the leather armor he owes you."
Kaslan lowered his head.
The old man said nothing.
He just closed his eyes deeply.
Silent for a long while.
Only the rustling wind could be heard along the corridor.
Finally, Kaslan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze subtle and complicated.
"I'm very happy, Thornhead."
Nicolai was stunned.
"Today, more than twenty years later," Kaslan smiled slowly:
"You are already an excellent commander of the White Blade Guards."