"To be honest, compared to you, I may be considered lucky." The platoon leader of the 2nd row exhaled a puff of white smoke. The smoke from the burning cigarette between his fingers evaporated and gradually dissipated with the wind.
"My family is from Dothan. I once imagined that I was special, but when I really discovered that I was special, I realized that specialness really comes with a price." He said while taking a puff of cigarette.
"That day, when I was studying in school, I awakened my magic. I felt huge energy surging in my body. I vomited out my own lunch. Everyone thought I had it.
Vicious infectious disease.”
"Hahaha!" Burlison laughed. He could imagine the scene. If someone suddenly made such a fool of himself in the army canteen, they would definitely laugh at each other for days.
Perhaps, that unlucky guy will even be given a nickname, such as Vomiting Monster or something like that...
"Everyone around me laughed like you, but soon they couldn't laugh anymore. I lit my textbooks on fire and burned my desk to ashes with my hands. I felt like I was setting myself on fire.
At that time, those blazing flames suddenly disappeared." The 2nd platoon leader shook his head and talked about himself.
"I was taken out of school and sent to a shelter. When I saw my parents again, they looked at me as if they were looking at a monster." He laughed at himself, and then used
With trembling hands, he lit a cigarette for himself.
He no longer had the strength to continue fighting. The magic energy stored in his body had been exhausted. He even hid himself secretly and drank a bottle of magic replenishing fluid to save his life.
However, the battle just now was too brutal. After he barely killed two men in white robes, he could no longer continue fighting.
Those men in white robes definitely have the combat power of magisters and above. If they are placed on the front line and used as ordinary soldiers, they are simply overqualified and underused.
It's a pity that the opponent just doesn't play according to the routine, and has the luxury of putting such a powerful individual combat force in a war of attrition... Who can I talk to to explain this?
"Then what?" Burrison saw a white flag waving slightly on the horizon in the distance, with a bitter smile on his face.
On the white battle flag, the red magical flame emblem fluttered in the wind, seeming to declare his victory and show off the power of the origin of magic.
"The army happened to be looking for people, so I joined the army. Although my file says that I am a magician who mutated from a mortal, I never use magic when performing tasks, so you don't know that I am a magician.
"The 2nd platoon leader grinned, but it was uglier than crying.
There were some dried blood on his face and several bleeding wounds on his body. He could die at any time just sitting here. The dim blue light flowing in the blood on his clothes proved that
of his current weakness.
"I think we may die here today." Burlison saw several men in white robes, surrounding an accomplice holding a white battle flag, approaching their location little by little.
"It doesn't matter. At least when I was killed, there was someone with a similar experience to me." The 2nd platoon leader looked at a grenade placed between the two people and said.
"I'm not a human, I'm a monster." Burlison threw away the cigarette butt and said tiredly.
"I am also a monster..." The 2nd platoon leader took another puff of cigarette and puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "But you have to remember that we are more like one person than many monsters."
"I said... you two..." A voice suddenly sounded above their heads, interrupting the tragic atmosphere of death.
The two men who thought they were about to die subconsciously raised their heads and saw a face larger than the wheels of an armored vehicle.
Of course it wasn't a human face, it was the long face of a giant wolf with bared teeth. It opened and closed its bloody mouth when it spoke, which looked very scary.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but I still want to tell you that Grecken's rescue has arrived..." When the giant wolf spoke, several magicians had already rushed past the wreckage of the armored vehicle they were in.
.
"Also, what kind of monsters are you two?" The giant wolf murmured sarcastically and said indifferently: "One is an artificial hybrid of our clan and humans, and the other is a serious magician...
"
As the giant wolf spoke, he raised his head and hummed in a disdainful tone: "According to your standards, there are too many monsters in this world."
Compared to the two pitiful mortals at his feet who lost half their lives, the lifespan of this giant wolf is much longer. He has seen countless bizarre things, so naturally he does not think that these two mortals in front of him claim to be monsters.
meaning.
By the time Burrison was about to open his mouth to refute the giant wolf, the other party had already jumped up high and used a powerful lightning bolt at the black-robed magician and the white-robed magician who were fighting in the distance.
On the battlefield, a black-robed magician from Greken had been split in half by a wind blade magic from a man in white robes.
The remaining black-robed magicians still did not flinch. They took full advantage of their numerical superiority, desperately surrounded these white-robed monsters, and used various powerful magic to attack each other.
There were lightning and thunder on the battlefield, and there were burning flames and dancing lightning everywhere. This is what the most common war in the world looks like, and this is the real battle in this magical world.
There were only a few people in white robes, but there were dozens of Greken magicians in black robes. The flaming swords lit by magic were waving in the air, and the sound of breaking wind and the crisp sound of gold and iron could be heard far away.
can be heard clearly.
Looking at the earth-shattering battle in the distance, two Ailan Hill heavy armored grenadiers leaning against the wreckage of the armored vehicle innocently waited for someone to come and care about them.
"Hey...we are the wounded..." Burlison hummed, "Can anyone send us away?"
"Don't leave us alone!" The 2nd platoon leader lost his generosity and calmly died just after a disagreement: "I am a seriously injured person, please help me treat the wound first, okay?"
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to the hum of the two of them. The battle there was still fierce. From time to time, Greken's magicians were killed, and from time to time, Greken's magicians succeeded in surprise attacks.
"Hey...I don't want to die...Help!" Burlison squeezed out this sentence before he fell into coma...