Cohen Plains, Pohulaban. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sentry who had returned from patrol sat by the fire roasting his frozen hands, and the burnt smell of the smoked fish he had swallowed before going to work was alive in his mouth, and the sentry's throat "gurgled" and his stomach "gurgled". He shook his head helplessly, logistics has always given priority to the supply of soldiers on the front line, although he guards the grain and grass, the ration is not enough for him to eat a full meal.

Someone approached the place, and the sentry stood up alertly, and he took a throwing axe from his waist, aimed it in the direction from which the footsteps came, and shouted: "Password! ”

"Where are the apples dancing?" The other party said.

The sentry breathed a sigh of relief: "In the closet." He put down the throwing axe, sat down again, and patted the grass beside him: "Man, there's still a place to roast the fire here, sit down." ”

The man walked into the firelight, a young man with a sparse beard on his lips, smiling kindly, and throwing a leather bag at the sentry. The sentry caught it steadily, shook it, and there was a heavy sound of water rippling inside, and the sentry unscrewed the lid again and sniffed, and the pungent aroma of wine came to his nose. The sentry looked at the visitor suspiciously, the other party smiled, and took out a few silverfish strung together by hemp rope: "Miss Mary's order, the soldiers on duty tonight can get extra food and wine, even if you let go of your belly, it doesn't matter if you get drunk." He picked up a slender branch from the ground, shaved off the bark with a knife, strung a silverfish on the fire, and motioned to the sentry, "Take one?" ”

The sentry was not polite, and poured himself a large sip of wine, which rolled into his stomach like a ball of fire, and then rolled through his internal organs, and he groaned bitterly, tore off a half-cooked fish, and munched on it. He drank three sips in a row, tore half of the fish, and wiped his mouth contentedly. The man who came to eat was much more elegant than him, just taking a sip of wine, and then carefully nibbling on the tail of the fish, which had no meat.

A fish was divided between the two, and the sentry was just about to persuade a few words of wine, but the other party had already stood up: "I should go." Enjoy, dude. ”

"Eh, don't, it's so boring to drink alone." The sentinel was a little reluctant.

The man shook his head: "It's time for me to go on patrol too." ”

"Then when the battle is over, let's find a chance to have another drink?" The sentry poured himself another sip of wine and slapped his chest loudly, "Brother, I'm in for a treat!" ”

The man had already turned around, hesitated when he heard this, and smiled: "Okay." ”

"Brother, what do you call it?" The sentinel was already a little overwhelmed by this time, and asked with a big tongue.

The man had already walked far away, and his voice pierced through the cold wind and sent it with great force:

"Hercules."

"Oh, what a name!" The sentry shook his head and said, "It's the same name as our first warrior on the west coast!" ”

The firewood crackled and burned, and after the wine and food were full, the person was the most lazy and sleepy, and the sentry only felt that his eyelids were like hanging on the scales, and they kept falling, and he did not force himself to beat his spirits, anyway, Miss Mary had said that it was okay to be drunk, so go to sleep...... Also...... One...... Shape...... The sentry's head gradually drooped, and it wasn't long before a slight snoring began,

"Hercules......" Kia's voice was a little dry and weak, as if the pronunciation of that name drained all his strength. He slowly turned his head and looked at Ai Xiu beside him: "What should I do?" The Marquis of Sigimund's reaction was far quicker than you and I might think, and he even sent Fields Will's only super-first-class martial artist to Pohuraban. With him, even if we put on the armor of the Valkyrie and successfully infiltrate the Porhulaban, how will we get out after that? Of course, before that, there is one more question," Kia took a deep breath, "what if someone asks us for a password, won't it be revealed as soon as we open our mouths?" ”

"Hercules......" Esher was also reading, but his expression did not change at all, only the rock-like calm. Of course, he had seen the portrait of this young and strong man in "Pan Dezhi", after the Iron Fist Inna lost power, Hercules was the only remaining super-first-class martial artist of Fieldsway, but Fields did not suffer a loss in the checks and balances outside the battlefield, the reason is very simple: Hercules, there is no solution.

Not invincible, but unsolvable.

No matter how invincible a super-first-class martial artist is, after suffering several losses on the battlefield, he will have a countermeasure. For example, Saarion knew what a mad dog Ouruba was, and that heavy sword danced like a bloody meat grinder, so he would never risk letting the nun of hell, who used the black keys with a limited range as the main means of killing, to contain Ourouba, and it was always Laria's instructor Baker who took on this heavy responsibility, and the cold arrows that seemed to fall from the clouds were extremely effective in suppressing the mad dog's activity space; And Darsha's methods are even more simple and crude - their knife Saint Daman is another meat grinder, and the confrontation between the two is like two metal storms that collide violently and rub against each other; In this way, how to extract the enemy's topmost combat effectiveness from the battlefield and even from the strategy, all countries have explored and summed up several sets of their own ways, which have been fruitful, and the starting point is nothing more than to use my strengths and attack the weaknesses of the other. If you have fierce fire from a distance, I will approach you at all costs - they all say that Instructor Baker can suppress Oruba on the battlefield, but is it not Oruba's wild explosive power that prevents Baker from being distracted from tilting the arrows to his heart's content? It can only be said that the containment between super-first-class martial artists is relative, and no one can completely suppress the other party while still shining on the battlefield. At this time, we can only compete with each other to see how many important weapons the two sides have.

It stands to reason that Fields should have suffered a lot, because after Iron Fist Inna was poisoned into Cotton Punch by King Vidis, Fields only had Hercules as a super-first-class martial artist. But on the other hand, in other countries of Pande, Salion has the instructor Baker, the cavalry captain Griff, and after the "withered rose", the nun of hell also rose; The empire is even more exaggerated, sitting on a full three super-first-class! Not to mention the sword fighter Oruba who has already proven himself with his brilliant war history, and the priest Wendir who is rumored to have forcibly stopped the demigod "Noisy" Alaric at the annual festival, and the commander of the Shadow Legion, Scoleroru, also showed his long-hidden fangs again in the battle of Callindeen that shocked the continent, almost making Duke Elfwan hate on the spot; Livingston is home to two ferocious northern beasts: Douglas the Iron Bear and Sertanda the Fierce Dog; Although Daxia is only in charge of the sword saint Daman, due to the existence of Hassan, a cold-blooded assassin, Dasha can often take the lead in the dark of the strategy.

And the reason why Hercules was considered inexplicable was because as long as he appeared on the battlefield with a sword and a heavy bow on his back, what was waiting for him was often two super-first-class warriors at the same time!