"What an energetic and curious newcomer. Inside the cabin, Cocos sat slumped on the floor, his leather bag full of spirits, and poured it on the bare skin above his chest.

The liquor flowed down the cracks, oozing out through the gaps between the nail pieces, and the clear liquid was mixed with a rich blood-red color, with a faint hint of turquoise, like a leaf mixed in a sea of red flowers.

"Shhhh After a few days, the aboriginal assassin's dagger was sharper again, and this time it was able to go down my armor and stray less than two centimeters from my heart. If you can't hunt him down yet, I'm afraid I'll have to give an account of him next time. ”

"Fart, I don't know how cunning you are on the battlefield? The armor leaf that protects your heart is made of forged steel, and it also comes with an extraordinarily strong inscription, who can stab into it? With your innate ability and fifth-order defense, you can't carry a deadly attack with a single blow. ”

The man known as the commander sat on the window frame, his hands on his chest, his fair and delicate face was incompatible with the rough soldiers around him and the jungle where wild beasts howled from time to time.

However, his temperament did not match his countenance.

He lowered his head slightly, as if he wanted to hide his face in the shadows that did not exist, but his eyes kept turning upward, the left side was as green as jade, and the right side was as blue as the deep sea, all of which shimmered with a fierce light similar to that of a beast.

A scar pulled down from the corner of his left eye, slicing diagonally through the left side of his face, and although he could no longer see the flesh that had been turned out, he could still see the dense stitches, which had left the mark on him in his second year on the Glorious Front, when a team of aborigines dedicated to hunting him had left him.

Even as he slaughtered the ten-man team, a former who wrapped his entire body in a black cloth suddenly struck, and the poisonous bone blade nearly blinded his eyes, leaving an indelible scar on his face, and he quickly left with a single miss.

It was also this experience that he felt a fear that went deep into his bones. At one point, he thought he was going to die like this, and then he thought his left eye would lose the ability to sense light forever, but luckily it didn't happen.

People who fight too much often divide into two extremes, one is more and more desperate for their lives, not cherishing their own lives and not valuing the lives of others. Life is a chip on the table for this kind of person, and every time he makes a move, he "showhand", either to win all of the opponent's all, or to be out of the game forever. Such a person is no different from a madman in the eyes of others.

The other kind of person suddenly feels that he has been trading his life for so many years for opportunities, and since he has not died, it must be the will of the Father. This kind of desperate people are equally terrifying, and life forces them to be happy to pass with death, because they also believe in finding treasure in the most dangerous places, but the strong desire to survive has made them repeatedly save the day. Compared with the thrill of "showhand", they are more willing to use methods similar to "out of thousands" to frantically amass wealth.

The Commander of the Blood Axe is the latter type. After that, he completely discarded the so-called manners, tastes, manners, and incorruptibility that he had learned in high society, as if he had returned to the atypical killer who lurked on the dark street corners of Apocalypse City as a child, and stabbed a knife into another person's body in order to eat the next bite of bread alive.

Of course, the pattern is certainly very different now, but for him, there is a kind of "back to basics" change in his state of mind, perhaps it is the primitiveness of this forest that inspires the beast that has been gasping in his heart.

With the most ferocious combat command, he maintained the highest casualty rate, leading the No. 3 Lion's Tooth Battalion to slash deeper into the dark forest like a heavy and huge battle axe, as if cutting through the skins of creatures along the way, leaving a trail of blood.

In his opinion, the safest and least risky solution is to kill all the aborigines who can be seen.

In his third year here, he rarely remembered the man named Austin, who was still dressed in the black skin of the Inquisition, and the new code name "Blood Axe" became another legend that circulated at the bottom of the expeditionary force.

If anyone he once knew saw him, it would have been difficult to associate this bearded, foul-mouthed expeditionary ruffian with the polite but decisive mad dog beside Lord von Lantrin.

"Commander, Commander, what are you thinking?" Cocos, whose face was distorted by pain, gradually regained his composure, and when he found that Austin did not answer, he called out a few more times, "Do you want to bring them to meet you?"

"Oh! Austin came back to his senses, "What happened to that rookie who looked like he was about to retire?" I seem to have met when I was in the North before, but I didn't have a relationship, and now I suddenly see and remember something from the past. ”

"Yes, that's a coincidence, but I didn't ask anyone who came here without any criminal record. Cocos shrugged his shoulders and looked disinterested, and took another long sip of his drink, "But the spirits need another batch." Most of the aborigines are now accustomed to quenching poison on weapons, but fortunately alcohol can detoxify, otherwise it will be a big * trouble. ”

"You still drink like this when you know supplies are in short supply?" Austin said as he snatched the wine bag from Cocos's hand and poured a large sip into his mouth, "I really miss the days when I drank 'high noon'. Don't think about taking someone to the Acropolis to find a girl in the kiln when you go to the Acropolis to purchase, people in their thirties look like fifty, and they don't have any savings, and they are all smashed on eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and I will send someone else. ”

Cocos was undaunted by Austin, and was about to stand up as soon as he slapped the floor, his flushed face could be seen through the beard that covered most of his face, and he opened his mouth to retort.

Without waiting for his words to speak, Austin poured the rest of the wine through the nail leaf on his wound with precision, causing his retort to turn into a scream - a normal reaction during detoxification, and then slapped him back to the ground.

"This time, the aboriginal assassin's poison is a bit fierce. ”

With that, Austin walked out of the cabin without looking back, the dense trees obscuring the light and allowing his shadow to merge with the darkness behind him.