Wutong said: "My lord, the commander should be worried about the comeback of the demon beast, you know, we are next to the Aryan Mountains here," he said worriedly, I am afraid it is true, "If there is really a demon beast fleeing back to the Seine Plain today." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "Wutong considers the wording" You know, high-level demon beasts, have wisdom, and are very vindictive. "You know, you know, you know......

"En. "Fire Qilin" is right!" He had another big bowl of wine, "Bang!", he had to smash the bowl to the ground, "Then what are you fools still doing here?" He roared hoarsely in his real voice, "Why don't you go to the mountains to catch demon beasts?"

As he spoke, his right hand suddenly slammed behind the little bird, grabbed her ass and lifted her up.

"Ahh

Irrelevant people are silent.

"Hahahaha. The fire unicorn's hobbies are at a glance, "You don't want to catch some little weak beasts and come back!" His long beard and long hair were like no one rubbing against the little bird's face, and the little bird, who was not well dressed, itched and hummed vigorously.

"Daddy. "The fire cat can't help it" Pay attention to the impact. Of course, he knew how his seventy-six aunts had come to be.

"Stinky boy. His father snorted, and suddenly turned his head, his eyes like a torch, sweeping from Mrs. Miri's ankle all the way to Mrs. Yulin's neck, "If you are shoddy, don't blame the old man for punishing you." But what came out of his mouth was not like human words.

He looked back at Mrs. Misato's ankle again, and his right hand involuntarily increased its strength.

"Ahh

"Oooh. "Fire Qilin, this can be regarded as a soothing pet" If you don't recognize what those rare demon beasts look like, the old man is very welcome to come to me for consultation," his eyes just don't want to leave Miri, "The old man will definitely give you everything!"

"Haha!"

"Hahahaha!"

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What is a dead man?

400,000 deaths per million is a number, and when you can't count them, you use numbers, and name brands can also be roasted by fire magic.

What is a dead man?

For himself, it is the reckoning of good and evil in his life, and there is a high probability that he is a good person and can go up to see the god Ovie.

to his wife and children, but it is a grudge for many years.

What is a dead man?

The knife and axe man cut off his head, turned his head and drank a large bowl of wine, even if he was out of luck, and he was dragged to a mass grave without anyone collecting the body.

Therefore, in the eyes of many people, the street cleaning work after the war in Aragon is still very humane.

Basically, the rich people are taken back by the beneficiaries of the inheritance and buried in the family cemetery of a square meter of tens of gold coins;

As for the unclaimed, or incomplete and unrecognizable, if you are unlucky, you will rot in the inconspicuous gutter and stink.

At this time, the main square became the first pure land to be rejuvenated, and there was no other reason - a wide view and easy to clean.

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In the evening, it was dark.

It's rare for pedestrians to start on the streets.

The central fountain, Plaza West Street, and the ramen restaurant reopened, and it was already packed with people before the meal was served. The shopkeeper was so happy that he lined up the tables, chairs and benches all the way down the street, greeting the people with sad faces, as if it were a festival.

The street is wider than before, and the illegal buildings that occupy the road are leveled by the monsters, and there are troops to clean them, and they can run horses again.

Eating ramen carelessly, choking on the flying dust, looking back at the three-horse cart, no need to ask - it was a rich man he couldn't afford to mess with.

The carriage was very plain, with black silk curtains drawn. The galloping horses kicked up dust unreasonably, and those that didn't suck in their noses were mixed in the knife-cut noodles.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" said the woman in the black cloak sat across from Loloxia, her figure wrapped in a tight black garment like a display for sale.

"Hmm. The woman snorted softly, "What else?"

"Ma'am. Lolosia said, "How can I help you?"

"Maybe I'm happy to do that?" the woman in black scoffed slightly.

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About thirty-six hours ago, the first batch of demon beast search teams were mixed by the 9th Brigade of the 3rd Formation of the Southern Battalion and the 8th Wild Boar Brigade.

Half a mile deeper.

Twenty-seven trumpet flowers were trampled to death, one hundred and twenty dog-tail grasses were trampled down, three large trees were cut down by the sword, and five hares were scared away.

Three hours later, the "First Search Team," which was "exhausted" and "swords curled," returned to Aragon on the grounds that they were "ambushed in fear when it was dark," and were warmly welcomed by Commander Firecat and his ceremonial detachment.

In the struggle between humans and monsters, the warriors fired the first shot of counterattack.

On this day, Aragorn had a rare night of tranquility, and the wounded and bloodied town fell into a deep sleep after dark.

The next day, when the rooster crows, that is, counting down to more than 20 hours from now.

Sycamore and his guards, guided by local guides, knocked on the door of the small leader of the civilian volunteers. The militias that were organized in the course of fighting the demon beasts, like Sparrow and Takeji, and even the others did not even meet the standards of mid-level samurai, and they did not stand up to the height of their guns—they had great respect for the Templar hero Wutong. They were persuaded by the incorruptible tongue of the Sycamore diplomat, holding the ownerless things collected from the ruins in both hands, acting as the "clear demon military expenses" of the first search team. Wutong was grateful and praised: You are the real unsung heroes, and with your support, the first search team will no longer need to use knives and guns like scrap metal.

Since then, the slogans of the first search team, "Kill the lair of the monster!" and "Sweep the Aryan mountains!" have spread throughout the neighborhood in the roaring gold coins.

"Our folks are dripping blood under the fangs of demon beasts!"

"Our children can't sleep at night under the threat of monsters!"

"What should we do as warriors of Aragon!"

"**** motherfucker!Let the bastard return blood for blood!"

That's right! Let the bastard monster return blood for blood!

Slaughter their people, burn their mountains!

To do this, the people of Aragon

No need to join the army, no need to leave blood,

Because the heroic 1st Search Force, under the leadership of the Wutong Temple, backed by the 100,000 troops of the Southern Battalion, vowed to wipe out the Seine Plain! They can and must do it!

It's just that

It's just that......

It's just that our Aragonese soldiers are not adapted to the extreme climate of the Seine Plain, and need to be equipped with some magic items, such as water-based ones, so that they don't need to carry too much water source, which is convenient for the legion to run long distances in the desert; like fire-based magic, it is most effective to burn those brutal monsters that stick to the caves in the mountains; like thunder and lightning, it is convenient for the legions to attack head-on after launching; they also need the necessities of survival in the wild, food, grass, mountaineering equipment, comfort women...... And so on and so forth.