The Cold Moon camp is always cold, and the cold moonlight begins to block the daylight from three o'clock in the afternoon, making the whole camp have a different kind of desertion.

The boss ran silently, he liked the feeling of sweating his body, the energy of each cell vibrating made the boss feel that he was constantly strengthening, he liked legendary stories, especially what the bard said, his legendary story never existed as soon as he appeared invincible heroes in the world, and there was no final boss with a negative IQ, in the mouth of the bard, those legendary characters all relied on great perseverance, great perseverance to stand at the apex of mankind, the boss liked this kind of story, because he was not afraid of hardship, I also believe in what the bard said.

That afternoon, five weeks after the boss came to the Cold Moon Camp, the weather had begun to turn cold, and the unique blood flowers of the Cold Moon Camp began to reveal a faint coolness, staining the entire empty and lonely Cold Moon Camp with a different kind of ambiguity.

Perhaps, the boss is mistaken, although the bright blood flower is beautiful in its name, it is indifferent and elegant like the green frost in the early morning of late autumn.

It's just that, as soon as he thinks of this, the boss will think of the enchanting figure of the black wildness that dyes the entire cold moon camp with a scorching and ambiguous atmosphere.

The Boss had never been so serious, and devoted himself to what might be called a sluggish look at something, a gaudy thing that filled his entire heart. He felt hot again, the qi and blood were surging for a while, and the boss's breathing was a lot heavier, he felt that he was not himself anymore, as if there was a beast living in his body, he was still bound before, but now he seemed to be out of the reins, wantonly galloping in the young body, the powerful force tore the blood, making the body tense for a while, so tight that it was difficult to continue breathing.

"Hee-hee, what are you looking at? How not to speak, it's really boring. The black figure jumped away, and the boss suddenly wanted to reach out to chase it, but in the end he held back, he was still young and shy, and how could the boss adapt to the ethereal thing that love was so ethereal that he had only heard of it in legends.

It took a long time for the boss to find out about the dream lover, she is the pearl of a certain earl, the earl started by war, and the earl with the strict personality of a soldier also requires his children not to be weak, and the cold moon camp has become the best choice, as long as you go out from this place, no matter what else, survivability is definitely first-class, on the battlefield, survivability is sometimes more important than frontal attack power.

After inquiring about this, the boss clearly knew that he was in love, just like those so-called legendary stories, a strong and ambitious young man met the right person at a certain time, in the right place, and then, the boy began his adventure, and finally hugged the beauty after defeating countless demons and monsters and hardships, and he was the protagonist in this story. Everything is so similar, everything is so coincidental, there can be no mistake, and in the future, there will be another legend to be born for countless bards to pass on.

Every night, the boss would be stirred by his own thoughts, and he felt fate, just like the protagonist in those legendary stories, and he seemed to see the thin line of fate of the god of fate in the long world, and the thin line drawn by the god began to slowly tighten, and in the words of the bard, the gears of fate began to turn.

"Hehe, everyone is their own protagonist, I was young and vigorous at that time, and I listened to too many stories of bards, I always thought that I was different, and this era was born for me." The boss's eyes revealed the vicissitudes of life, different from the vicissitudes of pain that are usually full of suffering, the bitterness and sweet entanglement, love and hate and grievances in the boss's eyes, just a look, it seems to be all the emotions that a person's life can contain.

"If you go to be a bard, you will definitely be famous on the mainland."

The armored man said, the boss's storyline is really not very good, far less than the twists and turns of the story told by those real bards, the ups and downs of the attraction that people can't help but listen to, but the boss's story is better than the truth, not pretentious, if listening to the story of the bard is just a story, then listening to the story of the boss is life.

The boss's voice is not as gentle and delicate as a bard, like the graceful voice of a singer, his voice is rough, hoarse, and has a strong earthy taste, and an adult cannot explain the sense of maturity. The boss's rough voice contains the fluctuations of life, and the trills revealed in the hoarse can make people think of the arrogance when they were young and frivolous, as the only listener The armored man is like this, following the story of the boss, he seems to have seen himself, seen his childhood, saw his own growth, everything, the armored man has deep feelings, the armored man has heard countless stories, but none of them can empathize with him like this time, for the first time, the armored man has a moving emotion.

"Famous in the mainland, hehe, children may not like my story, I can see that you may have also experienced great joy and sorrow, otherwise you will not be touched by my story."

"Great joy and sorrow, if you haven't experienced these two things, how can you call it life, can you tell your story? What happened to the girl you liked? The armored man was very curious, he looked at the appearance of the boss and understood that this relationship would have no consequences, every man will have a process of growth, and the growth of the boss is probably this process, otherwise he would not take this incident as one of the signs of a turning point in his life.

"What's next? Hehe, it's ridiculous to say, my life is more and more like those legends that I don't know. ”

The boss's dream lover is called Green, a very masculine name, and his father, who is a soldier, firmly believes that simple and rough is the most direct and effective, so there are not too many fancy intestines, even if he named his baby daughter, he also gave him a bad street name.

But the boss remembered the name and has not forgotten it until now.

The training of the Cold Moon Camp is still the same, and the addition of a little junior sister has not made much waves in the Cold Moon Camp, the boss's training is the hardest, and the daily forced physical training and martial arts training make the boss miserable every day, and he can feel the moaning of the bones all over his body as soon as he lies down. This extreme training method is the most high-end training in the Cold Moon Camp, if it weren't for the boss's extremely firm will and the big instructor holding the healing medicine every day to help the boss dredge the meridians and massage the whole body, the boss would have died of exhaustion on the training ground.

The hard training was not without effect, and in the third week of the fourth month of the Cold Moon Camp, the boss was already able to release the fighting energy from his body, and he almost scared the big instructor into coughing violently. You must know that it took five years for the great instructor to cultivate his fighting spirit back then, but it only took four months for the boss.

"You may be able to create a mercenary team that can rival the legendary Titan mercenary group."

"Titan mercenary group, what's that?"

The boss asked curiously, the bard told him about the customs and ancient deeds of each continent, but he didn't tell the boss about the current distribution of forces on each continent and individual independent powerhouses, and it was the first time that the boss of the giant god mercenary group had heard of it.

"That's a myth, a myth of the mercenary world."

Cold Moon Camp, the holy land of mercenaries, as one of the great instructors of Cold Moon Camp, his strength is only one line short of the paladins at the apex of knights, such a character can only appear in the story of the legend in the mouth of the bard, and he is full of longing for another legend.

"Can you tell me about the so-called Titan mercenary group?" The boss asked curiously, he likes to listen to stories since he was a child, he knows the strength of his instructor, as a strong man who once fought a group of five-meter-high giant bears with one hand in front of the boss, he can't make the boss not feel admired, and the role that can make such a character also look forward to is another legend.

"If the Cold Moon Camp is a holy place for mercenaries, and the Duke of Milan, who became a duke by virtue of his military exploits, is a legend in the mercenary world, then the Titan Mercenary Group is a myth, no one knows the address of the Titan Mercenary Group, and no one knows the history of the Giant God Mercenary Group, his birth, existence, members, and origin, all of which are a mystery hidden in the dark."

"Since it's a mystery, how can anyone know?"

"Because the mercenary guild has the registration record of this giant god mercenary group, according to the above records, the number of this mercenary group is less than twenty people, it is an ultra-small mercenary group, it stands to reason that this kind of small mercenary group can only take on escorts and protect the tasks of this small elite class, but as soon as they established the guild, they took on a war that connected the two continents, the war between the orcs and the black elves."

"If they can become myths, then they must have won, right? Relying on less than fifty people, the war of hundreds of thousands of people was prevented. The boss's black and white eyes were full of admiration, hundreds of thousands of people are at war, and only less than fifty people can turn the situation around, what a powerful force this should be, the boss has thought of those mythical mercenaries relying on their powerful strength and superb command to turn the original declining battlefield back, fifty people, making hundreds of thousands of people tremble.

For no reason, a picture appeared in the sea of old brains, at that time, there were hundreds of thousands of people and horses under their feet, covering the entire battlefield with black pressure, the fierce soldiers roared with blood, and the blood-stained weapons in their hands were eager to be contaminated with new combat exploits, fifty mercenaries stood on the top of the mountain, sneering, looking at the opponent who was also boiling with fighting spirit under their feet, with a wave of their hands, countless people and horses followed the mercenaries and rushed down, instantly breaking the enemy's solid formation, and as soon as the giant blade in his hand was raised slightly, a surging river of blood erupted around him, and he charged slightly, He raised the surrounding enemies like dust, and when he fell, he only had half of his body, and within three steps, there was no enemy who joined him, and where he saw it, he was able to rush and kill, and his blade slashed through the armor, and slashed through the **, bringing death and blood, bringing fear that made the enemy tremble, and he, only cared about sneering, full of killing.

This kind of thing, no wonder it can be called a myth, in that battlefield one day, I'm afraid I will die without regrets.

The boss's eyes sparkled.