"Seriously, I'm probably lucky compared to you." The platoon commander of the 2nd platoon exhaled a puff of white smoke, and the smoke from the burning cigarette between his fingers rose and gradually dissipated as the wind dissipated.

"My family is from Dorson. I used to fantasize that I was special, but when I really found out that I was special, I realized that being special really comes at a price. He said as he took a puff of his cigarette.

"That day, when I was studying at school, I awakened my magic, and I felt a huge amount of energy surging through my body, and I vomited all my own lunch, and everyone thought I had a malignant infectious disease."

"Hahaha!" Burrison laughed, he could imagine the scene, if someone suddenly appeared in the army cafeteria, they would laugh at each other for days.

Perhaps, that unlucky guy will even be given a nickname, such as vomit monster or something......

"People around me laugh like you do, but soon they don't laugh. I set my textbook on fire and burned my desk to ashes with my hands. I felt like I had set myself on fire, and all of a sudden, the blazing flames were gone. The 2nd platoon commander 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 like they were looking at a youkai. He smiled self-deprecatingly, and lit himself a cigarette with a trembling hand.

He no longer had the strength to continue fighting, the magic energy stored in his body had been depleted, and he even secretly hid himself and drank a bottle of magic replenishment to save his life.

However, the battle just now was too tragic, and after he barely killed the two white-robed people, there was no way to continue fighting.

Those white-robed people definitely have the combat power above the Magister, and it is simply overkill to use them as ordinary soldiers on the front line.

It's a pity that the other party just doesn't play cards according to the routine, and it is so extravagant to put such a strong individual combat power in the position of a war of attrition...... Who can you talk to about this?

"And then?" Burrison saw a white flag on the horizon in the distance, swaying slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

On the white battle flag, the red magic flame emblem fluttered in the wind, as if to declare his victory, and also seemed to show off the strength of the magic source.

"It just so happened that the army wanted people, so I joined the army. Although my file says that I am a mortal mutated magician, I never use magic in my missions, so you don't know that I am a magician. The 2nd platoon commander grinned, but it was more ugly than crying.

There were some dried blood stains on his face, and he had several bleeding wounds on his body. He could die at any time as he sat here, and the blood that flowed from his robes, the dim blue glow proved that he was now weak.

"I think we're probably going to die here today." Burrison saw several white-robed men, surrounding an accomplice holding a white battle flag, approaching their place little by little.

"It doesn't matter, at least when I was killed, I had someone around me who had a similar experience as me." The 2nd platoon commander looked at a grenade placed between the two and spoke.

"I'm not human, I'm a monster." Burrison dropped the cigarette butt and said tiredly.

"I'm a monster too...... "Platoon Commander 2 took another puff of his cigarette and said in a puff of smoke, "But remember, we're more like a human being than many monsters." ”

I said...... You two ......" A voice suddenly sounded above their heads, interrupting the tragic atmosphere of death.

The two people who thought they were going to die subconsciously raised their heads and saw a face bigger than the wheels of an armored car.

It wasn't a human face, of course, it was a grinning, long wolf face. When it speaks, its mouth opens and closes, and it looks very scary.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but I'll tell you that Greken's rescue has arrived......," the wolf spoke, and several mages had already rushed past the wreckage of the armored vehicle they were in.

"Also, what kind of monsters are you two?" The giant wolf spat out and sarcastically said, "One is a man-made hybrid of our race and humans, and the other is a serious magician......

As he spoke, the giant wolf raised his head and snorted in a disdainful tone, "By your standards, there are too many monsters in this world. ”

Compared to the two poor mortals who lost half their lives at their feet, this giant wolf's lifespan is much longer. He had seen countless bizarre things, and naturally he didn't care about the two mortals in front of him who claimed to be monsters.

By the time Burrison was about to open his mouth to refute the giant wolf, the other party had already jumped high and used a powerful lightning bolt against the black-robed magicians and white-robed magicians who were fighting in the distance.

On the battlefield, a black-robed magician of Greken has been split in half by a wind blade magic of the white-robed man.

The remaining black-robed magicians still did not flinch, they took advantage of their numbers, desperately surrounded these white-robed monsters, and used all kinds of powerful magic to attack each other.

The battlefield was filled with lightning and thunder, burning flames and pulsing lightning. This is what the most frequent wars in the world look like, and this is the real battle in this magical world.

There are only a few white-robed people, but there are dozens of black-robed Greken magicians, and the flame sword lit by magic is waving in the air, and the sound of breaking wind and the crisp sound of gold and iron can be clearly heard from a long distance.

Looking at the earth-shattering battle in the distance, two Iran Hill heavy grenadiers leaning on the edge of the wreckage of the armored car innocently waited for someone to come and care for them.

"Hey...... We're wounded......" Burrison snorted, "Did anyone send us away?" ”

"Don't leave us alone!" The 2nd platoon commander also lost the generosity of going to death calmly without saying a word just now: "I'm a seriously wounded person, can you help me treat my wound first?" ”

It's a pity that no one cares about the snorts of the two of them, and the battle over there is still fierce, with Grecken's magicians being killed from time to time, and Grecken's magicians raiding from time to time.

"Hey...... I don't want to die...... Help me! Before Burrison fell unconscious, he squeezed out another sentence......