In the later period, Dicron played a new trick, he did not carry it in a certain team, but with an elite team, wandering around.

Whichever team he enters is his descendant, he has the ability to turn decay into magic in his hands, and his combat effectiveness has soared several levels.

Akmesser had read in the history books before, and the description of the legendary commanders that they had the ability to change an army with one person was always scoffed at at the time, thinking that this was an exaggerated description by later generations.

After personally reinforcing the army, we will be even more sure of this point, because the role played by a commander-in-chief in this is very limited, and it is more about the training level of the army and the quality of middle- and low-ranking officers, and so on, which can only be combined to form the real combat effectiveness of an army.

Dicron completely shattered this perception of him.

The other party seems to have magical powers, which can bless the army he leads, not only making them more cunning, but also making them stronger, just like the ancient artifact of the Lancelot royal family, the Sword of Courage.

This kind of speculation is obviously even more unreliable, and it is better to say that the other side has done it by virtue of its own command ability.

To deal with such an opponent, you must not be in a hurry, because it is easy for the opponent to take advantage of the weakness if you are in a hurry.

For catching Dicron directly, Axmater didn't have much hope, after all, he couldn't keep the opponent when he was seriously injured, let alone that the opponent had fully recovered, and a champion knight wanted to run, in this complex mountain environment, no one could stop him.

Dicklon's only weakness should be in human nature, as evidenced by his stubborn coexistence with the main force of the slave rebel army.

He seems to have realized this now, and rarely put himself and his team in a desperate situation, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he would scatter and break through.

He didn't care if the team was broken up, because in a few days, he would pull up a new team.

Axmater now turned his attention to the rout of the slave rebel army, as long as they were cleaned up little by little, then Dicron would be a champion knight at most, even if he had great ability, and the waves he tossed were relatively limited.

The person who gave Akmers, a commander from a famous family, had quietly left the Carthusian military territory at this moment and appeared on the Jacob River in his hometown of Manyu military territory.

Looking at the surging river, Dicklon, the gladiator champion who was the champion of gladiators in the gladiatorial arena and one of the world-famous slave rebel army double dragons, couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and said for a while: "How good it would be if this river came thirty years earlier!"

When he first heard about the return of the Jacobs River, Dicron reacted the same as most people, that is, disbelief.

Especially when it is rumored that this is caused by man, that kind of unbelief is even more serious.

Throughout history, the victory of man over heaven has been unprecedented and unheard of.

Now that Dajiang is in front of him, he can't help but believe it.

His mood at the moment is far more complicated than ordinary people, no matter how he says that the military leader of Manyu is also the hometown where he was born and raised.

Although most of this hometown has left in his memory pain, he has also brought indelible pain to his hometown.

But after being displaced, he found that he still had an indescribable affection for the Manyu military leader, and no matter how much you dislike it, your mother will still be your mother after all, and this will never change.

What's more, this broad mother is not wrong in herself, what is wrong is only the people who live here and what happens here.

This kind of complicated feelings are all in this short exclamation.

If Jiang Shui had come thirty years earlier, the Manyu military leader would not have been so difficult, and the Archduke Borg, who had just ascended to the throne, would not have taken another shortcut and vigorously developed the slave trade and gladiator industry, and naturally he would not have had his life full of ups and downs, nor would there have been so many disputes.

"That would have to be the general of my family fifty years earlier. A young man beside Dicron laughed.

Same term, but Dicron knew that the other party was not talking about himself, but a young man who was dormant in the mountains like a dragon.

Dicklon's eyes shrank slightly, and the complicated emotions on his face were all retracted, returning to the appearance of a general who was not shocked, and had just made some mistakes and said something that should not be said.

But when I think of the identity of the other party, it seems that there is no need for this.

Dicron was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask, "If I'm not mistaken, Egard, you've been following me for ten years, and when you entered the Colosseum, you weren't as tall as my chest, when did you join the Eternal Night?"

Dicron still remembered the indescribable state of mind of the young man named Egard, who had revealed to himself that he was the leader of the Eternal Night.

It was a cold from the heel to the top of the head.

It's the same feeling for everyone.

People who regard themselves as siblings, family members, and brothers turn out to be spies planted by another force around them.

Dicron had the last shred of reason in his heart, suppressed the urge to split him in half with a knife, and told himself over and over again that if the subject wanted to harm him, he didn't have to wait until now, just leave him there in the sea of corpses and blood.

That's right, in order to cover the main force to disperse and break through, Dicron was seriously injured, and it was the young man in front of him who never gave up, and recited him who was seriously injured step by step.

But the more this happened, the more difficult it was for him to accept.

"I thought the general would never ask. The smile on Egad's face that never seemed to disappear retracted, and he replied very seriously, "Whether the general believes it or not, I have never betrayed the general and his brothers, you are my brothers, but General Sean is my family, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have had a chance to grow up at all, I would have fed the beasts in the mountains a long time ago, naturally it is impossible to fall into the hands of slave hunters and be sold into slave gladiators. ”

"Understood!" Dicron nodded.

Born in the Andes Mountains, Egard was trafficked to the gladiator training ground of the Manyurd Army by the slave hunters of the Bastille, which the other party never hid about, and even his unique upbringing, Dicron knew a little bit about it.

It's just that what Dicron didn't expect was that the mysterious general of the Eternal Night Army was the same person as the brother in Edgar's mouth.

This can only be said to be a blind spot of people, many clues are placed there, and they are unwilling to associate it, or subconsciously think that it is just a coincidence.

If you think about it this way, there are many suspicious people in the slave rebel army, especially those young people who have a similar experience to Egard.

Fortunately, the relationship between the slave rebel army and the Eternal Night Army has always been good, and they have never had the idea of fighting each other, otherwise they don't know how to die.

However, the slave rebel army has become a thing of the past, and it seems that there is no point in thinking about this, and he is now a first-class dead, and there is nothing worthy of the other party's plot.

The other party did not hesitate to expose Egad's identity and invite himself to come, why?

"The ship is coming. Egard's low cry broke Dicklon's musings.

In the hazy night, a clipper came through the waves, looking slow and fast, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of them, and a long bridge was laid in front of them.

"Don't come unharmed, general. A man at the bow of the clipper greeted them from a distance.

"Don't come unharmed. Dicron recognized the other party's identity at a glance, the Minister of Finance of the Eternal Night Army, and he was responsible for the original transaction with the slave rebels.

It seems that the other party attaches enough importance to this meeting, and the people who come to greet him are all important ministers of the Eternal Night Army, and the final meeting can only be one person - the mysterious Supreme Commander of the Eternal Night Army, Sean Don Augustine.

The doubts in Dicklon's heart became even stronger, and he couldn't figure out what the other party's idea was.

At the beginning of the heyday of the slave rebel army, Starbuck wanted the neck of the Cayon Night Army and asked to negotiate cooperation with their supreme commander.

Now when he is the most depressed, the other party shows up.

"Is it okay to go all the way?" Marshall asked.

"It's okay, Akmaiser only cares about staring at places with a lot of people, a few people crossing the border, and they can't prevent it at all, there are different mountains here, and there are roads everywhere. Egard replied.

Dicron has been looking at the river since he got on the boat, no one knows what he is thinking, he is originally a man who is not good at words and is more restrained, after the defeat of the slave rebel army, he has even fewer words, and often is alone in a daze.

Marshall and Egard briefly exchanged words, but they were silent.

Speaking of which, the two are not only old acquaintances, but also have lived together for a year or two.

It's just that many years of different life experiences have led them to completely different paths, and it is difficult to find common topics, some more sensitive things, and they can't say it in front of Dickron, so it's better to stay silent.

Soon, a huge figure appeared in front of everyone.

It was an attic standing on the river, and compared to the clipper boat they had just ridden, it was an inconspicuous little bit, not even a tenth of it.

It has a special name - Lou Boat.

The Explorer, one of the ships of the Three Towers of the Eternal Night.

Dicron glanced at it quickly, and the faint light on the building was enough for him to get a rough idea, and out of the instinct of a commander, he made an assessment of its combat power.

It has four floors, including the deck, and each floor has a half-human-high female wall shooting hole, which can carry thousands of archers on these four floors alone.

In the first battle of Dicklon's fame, Andes's longbow, which was indispensable, was traded to him by the other party, no need to ask, it must have been installed, and the mountain people were notoriously good at shooting.

This whole is a floating arrow array on the water, move there, and the arrow rain will cover wherever it goes.

As for the collision angles on both sides, needless to say, just looking at the shape, a fierce aura rushed to the face, such a fierce beast on the water, it is difficult for a ship to resist its collision.

What attracted Dicron's attention the most was the deck and the top floor, covered with oilcloth, and judging from the size, it should be a small trebuchet or a ballista or other war equipment, according to the usual style of the Eternal Night Army, it was definitely not a good pose.

"The name of the general, like thunder, finally officially met today. A tall young man walked up to him, a warm smile on his face.

"You're Shaun Don Augustine?" Dicron had to take a step back before he could talk to the other party after shaking hands with the other party, compared to the other party's height of nearly two meters, he was a little frustrated in his early sevens, and had to look up at the other party.

When this question was asked, Dicron knew that it was redundant, and the expressions of the people around him explained it.

Dicron couldn't help but take a closer look at this young man who started from nothing, single-handedly pulled the great power of Nuo, did things that moved the world but few people knew about it, and let Egard convince him with his life.

This is definitely a young man to remember.

It's not that he has an outstanding height, nor does it mean that he looks good, just from the appearance, it can only be said that he is middle and upper, the nose is not particularly straight, the eyes are not so deep, the overall outline is too flat, the lines tend to be soft, and it always gives people a feeling of smiling before speaking, not to mention that the other party is smiling from beginning to end.

Had it not been for this occasion, Dicron would not have been able to associate him with the Supreme Commander of the Eternal Night Army, but a big boy next door.

What really touched Dicron was the temperament of the other party.

It can also be said to be some kind of aura.

This kind of thing may not be felt by ordinary people, but when it comes to the big knights, especially the champion knights, it is real, and sometimes the aura is a more intuitive reflection of a person.

Sean's aura is in stark contrast to his appearance, and there is a kind of tenacity hidden under the smile before he speaks, with a sense of peace and stability that does not match his youthful appearance.

The most eye-catching thing for Dicron was that at first glance he failed to accurately assess the strength of the other party.

He exuded an aura unique to a champion knight.

It's kind of scary.

The other party is only in his early twenties at best, and he has the strength of a great knight, which is already terrifying, and the champion knight is unheard of.

"It's like a fake. Sean replied with a smile, "Don't stand and talk, please, I've already set up a banquet for the general." ”

When Dicron was looking at Sean, Sean was also evaluating him.

Compared with the gladiator champions who were sharp in the gladiatorial arena back then, Dicron is now full of a military style in his words and deeds.

The five or six years of war career did not leave too many traces of time on him, and his appearance was the same as back then, but the war left indelible marks on him, and there were two more shallow scars on his face alone, not to mention his body.

Everything is silently telling the dangers of the war in the past few years, and it is by no means as simple as the spy reports that Sean reads.

"Let's get straight to the point, if we don't make things clear, even the best wine will have no taste. Dicron said bluntly.

"Okay, the general is quick to talk, let's talk about business first, and then it's not too late to eat. Dicklon's reaction did not surprise Sean.

Dicron has a high IQ and low emotional intelligence, and he has long been famous all over the world with his outstanding achievements.

So after the two sides turned to enter the meeting room, Sean went straight to the point and said, "I don't know what the general plans to do in the future?"

"What are you going to do?" Dicron thought at Sean's question, falling into a long deep contemplation.