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Rosen Furstad Wymin Wallastin stared at the tumbling potion in the iron bottle, the light of the fire shining on his bloodless face, which looked even more pale and powerless, as if the heat and warmth had been absorbed by the man.

"Rosen, the port line has fallen!" a red-clad man hurried into the lab.

Rosen didn't look back, "It's worthy of being Nord's number one brainchild, just with such a little clue, I can find out where I am and what I'm doing." Ciel, Ciel, do you think that's going to stop me?"

Lawson slowly poured the dark green inside the clay bottle into the iron bottle, watching the red and green colors tumble and collide violently, and then fuse with each other, still without any expression or emotion: "I still need an hour." It's up to you, little ghost!"

The young man in red raised his slightly wider face, raised his thumb and pointed at himself, and said confidently: "What are you kidding, I can just beat them back!

"Uh, wait. It doesn't seem right. The boy suddenly remembered something: "Dead old man, you are the garrison of this city, aren't you? Hmph? I'm here to ask for help! What are you trying to do with me stalling for time again? And what is the name of the little ghost! Call me Lord Lassi!!"

With a soft snap~ a soft sound, a wooden token landed in front of Lassy.

"One more hour, one more hour for me!" Lord Perel's plan will be fought here, and the last two hundred men in the city can be called at will, and you must hold on! Do you hear that?" Rosen's tone was a little hurried.

Seeing this, Lassi hurriedly straightened up, put away the token, and walked out: "Got it." You have to hurry up!

The moment Lassy's feet stepped out of the door, a whisper sounded behind him: "Lassy, the other party is not an idle person, don't die." ”

Lassi was stunned for a moment, then looked up to the sky and laughed and stepped out of the door: "What are you kidding, I'm -- I'm just a hundred Lassi! I'm not like you who pretend to be old at the age of thirty." Hahaha. ”

The sun is like a sword, cutting through the thick dark clouds, and reflecting the traces of light on the earth.

Everywhere the light went, there were burning wreckage and corpses all over the ground.

A team of nearly 300 people, standing on the ruins and ruins, is making the final preparations before the battle, and the ice wolf battle flag in front of the team is waving in the wind, as if a fierce wolf is showing its teeth and claws, and loves human flesh and blood.

"Knowing the reality of the enemy's formation, Abram was the vanguard, leading a hundred dead men to charge first. The general and I will each take a hundred people to form the left and right wings, waiting for the opportunity to move!" Of course, it was Ace, who was a major general, and his silver hair was raised in the wind, and there were spots of blood sprinkled on it.

"I'm really a death squad, I'm in uniform today!" Abram complained.

Syllable~

The sandals waved, and Abram had another red mark on his face.

"Don't you look at what you're wearing!? You can't even button your pants。。。。。 ”

Smack~ Ace was too lazy to say more, and he returned his hand to a pair of sandals.

"Ouch, dead old woman. Can't I go!" Abram straightened his dark blue navy suit slightly and walked slowly to the front of the formation.

At this moment, the sentry suddenly shouted: "Report, report! The enemy is out of the city! The enemy is out of the city!

Ace raised his eyebrows: "Oh, does it take a cut to grow wise? ”

"The Nords should fight with dignity until the last drop of blood is shed!" Ace shouted, "The enemy is killing himself, O warriors of the seven seas, go and fight for your glory!"

"Whew!" the soldiers roared in unison, and they all took on a charging stance.

"Hey, I said lieutenant, is it easy to die as a pioneer?" asked a guy next to him, who was obviously a recruit, in a low voice.

Abram's gaze remained motionless at the approaching enemy army in the distance, his expression solemn, his whole body tense, like a taut feathered arrow, ready to fly away at any moment.

"I don't know if you're going to die, but I'm sure not!"

"Because I'm a professional daredevil!!," Lassi turned over and jumped down the low dirt slope, looked around at the soldiers passing by, and gave one last battle order: "Charge, rush for me, tear their formation." Find a way to drag the fight into a dogfight!"

"Don't pile up and advance, the enemy's mass explosive weapons can easily blow us to slag!"

Lassi's red figure kept rushing forward, like an impala on a mountain cliff, extremely light, but his tone was as calm as steel: "Defend Cherbek to Uncle Ben!"

The Nord navy on the opposite side also waved its battle flag, and the ice-blue steel torrent was like a glacier thawing at first, and a small part of the ice water slowly flowed out, and then the current of water fell like a cliff and rushed towards Lassy's team!

"Death squad!" Lassy's eyelids jumped: "Do you want to drag us and then split a team of people to push on the side?

"Disperse!" the long knife was unsheathed and shone dazzlingly in the sun, and Lassi shouted, "Stretch the line as long as possible! No one will be allowed to step into Chelbeck Castle!"

"Yes!" The dark red battle-robed Holy Imperial Army unexpectedly changed formation in a rapid charge, and the team instantly transformed from a conical formation to the shape of a long snake, looking like a dark red python from a distance, quickly spreading its huge body, ready to strangle all its enemies!

The signature arrogant smile appeared on Lassy's face, and the long knife waved: "God bless Nord!"

"God Bless Nord!!"

Two hundred Holy Imperial Army soldiers shouted in unison as the frivolous general shouted.

Is this a prayer, a hope, a slogan, or is it just to embolden yourself?

None of this matters anymore.

In the hearts of this group of warriors, there is already a conviction that the prophet and God will watch them silently.

Bring them invincible power!

"God bless Nord!"

There was a faint echo from the mountain wall in the distance, as if it was God's response to the soulful cry of the warriors.

As soon as the voice fell, the two torrents finally collided fiercely!

The ice blue torrent with ice spikes struggled to scrape the body of the giant snake, the scales of the giant snake were shattered one by one, but it was still extremely fierce, and the head and tail slowly closed, not giving an inch!

The dark red and ice blue were finally torn together, the axes kept falling, and the blood continued to gush.

Lives on both sides were flowing, but there was not a trace of fear or retreat in the hearts of either of them.

They all seem to have forgotten that, not so long ago, they were called compatriots.

If it is really God bless Nord, why would the people of Nord fight endlessly for their own reasons!

Perhaps, only the victor can be blessed by the gods? What is a death squad?

That's a good question!

Abram turned to his side, easily dodging an axe swept by an enemy that lunged at him, and then, with a lift of his arm, his dagger slashed the man's throat with precision, drawing a bright red arc.

Why do you think about such philosophical questions when you fight?

Abram himself was so surprised that he didn't notice the sound of the void behind him.

But he soon found an Abramic answer -- well, it must have been because I was already philosophical, and I said I should go to college.

The axe seemed to be close to the back of his heart, but he quickly flipped sideways, leaping in between the two enemies, and smoothly sliced the short knife into the spine of the enemy with a smooth backhand.

By the way, what is a death squad?

Abram jumped high, kicked on the shoulder of an enemy, and with a single step, leaped forward through the crowd, continuing to ponder his philosophy in the moments before he hit the ground.

Ahh

A scream came from the side, and Abram turned his head in the air to see that the recruit who had asked questions before the battle had been hit by five or six throwing axes, and was slowly falling down screaming.

Fools, like you, are called death squads!

The death squad, just dare to die, dare to die but don't die every time, this is the highest level of the death squad!

That's right! That's the ultimate definition of a death squad!

Abram rolled to the ground, and the dagger sank into the foot of an enemy, and the moment the enemy crouched in pain, the dagger rose and plunged into the man's heart, while continuing to move forward.

In this chaotic battlefield, he can move nimbly between the crowd like a slippery loach, as if walking on the ground, and at the same time ponder his own philosophical questions.

But the death squads are generally at the forefront, basically using their bodies to fight against the opponent's swords, guns, swords, and halberds, how can they survive most effectively?

As soon as the thought came to mind, a long knife slashed from the bottom to the top, and Abram held it with a short diagonal sword, and a series of pulsing sparks sparked between the blades.

The loach finally stopped for the first time in this chaotic pool, but his immature face showed an extremely confident look.

He looked at the bright red dress, and the things in his mind had subconsciously slipped out of his mouth because of excitement: "Hehe, you have to remember! Teacher Abram once said that if you want to live, you must kill the main general on the opposite side as quickly as possible!"

The long and short knives were separated and combined, and the two figures, one red and one blue, were fiercely entangled together.

It should be said that the two most arrogant people in the whole continent are finally entangled together! The battlefield is a Shura field of blood and iron.

You never know which of your comrades will fall next to you in the next second.

Again, you never know how many weapons will come at you in the next second.

Fighting on the battlefield is definitely not a fair one-on-one duel. It's no exaggeration to say that it's like dancing on a tightrope, and it's a tightrope that could break at any moment!

Who is more suitable for this Shura field and is qualified to survive in the chaos of the army!

It stands to reason that in this kind of melee combat, shorter weapons such as axes and knives are more likely to be deployed, because the longer the weapon, the more difficult it is to wield in a narrow space.

But this principle obviously does not apply to Lassi.

The five-foot-long knife can be used freely in the crowd.

As the name suggests, the knife is "wild", wave after wave, and the straight man is breathless!

It was as if the soldiers were gone, and the long knives were always able to strike from unimaginable directions and positions, accurately bypassing obstacles, and slashing at Abram.

In just tens of seconds, two knives can fight no less than 100 times in this crowded battlefield!

The long knife poked out like a green rainbow, and actually stabbed out from the gap between the two minions' staggered weapons!

Bite~!

With a crisp sound, the short knife once again blocked the incoming blade.

But this grid seemed extremely reluctant, and the strength of Lassy's knife was so strong that it shook Abram's mouth in pain, and the short knife almost came out of his hand.

"Imp, you're too slow. The young man in red smiled contemptuously.

"Phew, you look like you're younger than me!!" Abram flashed through the crowd like a monkey, deadly blades coming at Lassi from all directions.

But Lassi did not back down, as if he was the center of the whole battle formation, the long knife turned into a grid, and the long knife moved briefly and quickly, like a negative knife dance, no matter how sharp and light Abram's short knife was, Lassi could easily block it.

"I said, it's too slow!

Seeing that the short knife was old, the long knife was swung out again, attacking and defending in a measured manner, almost perfectly suppressing Abram outside the distance of the long knife.

One inch long, one inch strong!

One inch short, one inch dangerous!

With a miss, Abram nimbly turned around and kicked an enemy soldier to Lassy's right, but in the moment of Lassy's hesitation, it was shot from the other direction.

In this case, Lassy's allies are just blocking the trajectory of the knife, no matter how fast the long knife is, there is no way to swing it, as long as there is a little hesitation in the knife, only that moment is enough for Abram to kill him on the spot!

The short knife quickly approached, and the cold light was already reflected on Lassi's neck!