Tang Ji has a lot of fox friends in the town, including a fat man named Rogge thirteen years old, and a thin man named Jace twelve years old, these two guys and Tang Ji are called the Three Musketeers of Lille Town, of course, they are only Tang Ji Ma is the first to see, but really encounter something faster than the rabbit, Tang Ji was killed by thunder on the day, it was a few of them who went into the mountains together to cut wood, as a result of the thunder, they ran away, if they didn't run at that time, Tang Ji may not have been hacked to death, they went back and were beaten by their parents, this is not the next few days Tang Ji came back, they came to Tang Ji to play again。 Although Rogge is one year older than Tang Ji, Rogge has been timid and afraid of things since he was a child, and later recognized Tang Ji as his eldest brother, and the thin man fought with Tang Ji, but he never beat him and was forced to be Tang Ji's younger brother.

At this moment, a few of them are gathering and arguing.

"Hey, by the way, fat man, do you know how to become a magician?"

"Boss, do you really don't know, or pretend not to know, the whole continent knows, magicians are as rare as the water chestnut on the unicorn's head, how easy to become a magician, first of all, you have to go to the magic guild to do a test, the money paid for the test alone is not a small amount, in addition, even if the test is talented, you must first be an apprentice, and then slowly cultivate for decades, and may not become a magician in the end, but if you become a magician, then in the mainland it is a sideways character, now the most famous magician in the continent Meereen is a recognized genius, only a few decades of practicing magic, and now he is a magicianBut she is almost a hundred years old, she should be an old woman, such a talent is really rare in a hundred years! Meereen's story has now been written into a legendary novel, and it has been praised all over the continent!"

The fat man said a lot in one breath, but Tang Ji only heard about the Magic Guild and Meereen, Tang Ji was quite confident in himself, because he was a human in two lives, and he was teleported to this world, there must be a reason, the traverser can't explain it! How can he become a transcendent existence like Meereen, and he is still a spirit hunter, thinking of this, Tang Ji laughed confidently.

"By the way, fat man, why are you so familiar with the affairs of magicians?"

"Hey, boss, Rogge took part in the Magic Guild's test, but was pushed back," Skinny Jace told Don Guy with a smirk.

"Just talk too much, let you talk too much!" the fat man turned around and punched him, and Jace was bleeding from his nose on the spot.

"How are you better than me? Go to the Dou Qi Master Alliance and cry to learn Dou Qi, but what is the result? Isn't it that people are going to retreat back? Shame on you!"

"Rogge, you're looking for death! Look at the move! This is the first trick your Jace grandfather learned!" Jace finished speaking and put on a fighting stance, the action was very similar to the action of Sun Wukong when he transformed into a Saiyan in an anime work "Dragon Ball" in his previous life, and what was even more surprising was that after the thin man finished his move, his physique seemed to have become a little stronger, is it an illusion?

The fat man Rogge didn't care so much, he just kicked it when he went up, and then the thin man flew out, holding his stomach and screaming.

"It's not a matter of kicking you to pose every time you fight, it's useless!" said the fat man.

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"By the way, Boss, the people in the town are crazy and say that you are a hunting spirit, is it true?"

"Of course it's true, by the way, fat man, isn't the hunting spirit particularly powerful?"

The fat man looked at Tang Ji with the eyes of an idiot: "Boss, now the most popular on the mainland is the magician, and then the thin man has to practice the fighting spirit master, the martial artist is the second, the spirit hunting, it has been in decline for more than two thousand years, there has not been a powerful one for so many years, most of them are unknown people, the spirit hunting spirit can now catch a war pet, it doesn't have a big effect, but now the number of spirit hunters is too small, because this thing can't be cultivated, only the talent test, from this point of view, it should be relatively rare." ”

Listening to the fat man's words, Tang Ji was taken aback, he thought that the spirit hunting was the most awesome, but he didn't expect it to be so chicken, but at this time, he couldn't show what he thought too much, and there were indeed strong people who hunted spirits on the mainland, so why couldn't he do it?

"I see, hahaha," Don Ji laughed awkwardly.

While a few people were chatting, an old man in tattered clothes and holding a dirty, rusty iron axe scolded and quarreled with passers-by, and the angry old man smashed the iron axe straight to the ground, smashing the good granite slabs into one big hole after another.

"Wings of Liberty are all good!

Tang Ji looked at the old man carefully, with a slender scar on his face, his legs were also lame, his head was full of white hair, and his beard was straight.

This man is old Jack, and everyone in Lille knows that this old man is a braggart, and no one believes him.

Tang Ji smiled, went over to separate the two arguing, and then took Old Jack aside and asked softly, "Uncle Jack, what did you just say about the Wings of Freedom?

Old Jack untied the flask from his waist, threw it to Don Guy and said, "No wine, no more!"

Tang Ji smiled and asked the fat man to go to the Rice bar to get a pot, the fat man wanted to cry aggrievedly, where did this crazy old man come from! But after a while, the fat man bought the wine back, and Tang Ji handed it to Old Jack and said, "Uncle Jack, can you talk about it this time?"

"Hey, hey, boy, if you're sensible, then I'll tell you about my glorious deeds!"

Old Jack is a native of Lille, Old Jack used to be a cavalryman in the Ottoman Wings of Freedom Legion, but has been retired for several years, because of his wounds, the war against the aliens made him lose one of his left legs, and at the same time left a terrifying narrow scar on his right face, which cut the nerve in his right face, making the already lifeless face even more weird, and became a veritable yin and yang face.

Now, decades have passed, and he hasn't been able to marry a mother-in-law in his sixties, too, whose girl is willing to marry an ugly cripple, plus Jack himself is not very concerned, and he doesn't care about such a big thing as marrying a wife and having children, so that he has been single so far, if he can't hold it back, he will go to Rice's bar to find that cheap girl with a big ass and a big naiko, as long as five silver coins, he can play all night!

Old Jack, who is over half a hundred years old, usually likes to do the most is to hold his rusty iron axe all day long, telling the whole town and the caravan about the tragedy of the war that year, and how brave he was at that time, how desperate he was, but the townspeople who knew the truth scoffed at the so-called heroic deeds he said, because the war ended in the Ottoman Empire, the empire's wings of freedom were almost gone, and those who survived were the first to flee the battlefield, and Old Jack's leg may have been broken when he escaped！

Whenever he heard this, Old Jack was furious, and slammed the ground with the rusty handle of his axe, smashed the granite floor into large holes, and then roared loudly, "Nonsense!!Nonsense!!Turtle Grandson just escaped!!There is no one in the Wings of Freedom!You know a fart!!" and then gasped for breath, blowing his already messy beard even more messily, and he looked like a madman, which was also the impression of the townspeople about him, he was a madman.

Old Jack's violent temper, coupled with his lifeless and fierce face, and sloppy dress, all of this made the people in the town hate him very much, and slowly no one wanted to listen to Old Jack tell about the so-called heroic deeds of the so-called that could not have happened.

For decades, it was generally believed that flesh-and-blood humans could not defeat the tall and sturdy bull-headed and tiger-headed monsters with fangs and iron, as well as the elves who were beautiful but no inferior to these monsters, and the most annoying were the dwarves who shouted behind the orcs, whose siege equipment could always surprise humans. As a result, the general fear of these alien races began to be widespread and began to lose self-confidence.

Old Jack knew very well that the defeat of the war more than 40 years ago had completely shattered the self-confidence of mankind, 300,000 people! 300,000 people! A whole 300,000-strong well-equipped main battle army, the wings of freedom, one of the most elite legions of mankind, just disappeared without a trace......

Old Jack still remembers vividly, and sometimes he would be awakened even in a dream, in which the bloody night, the patches of crimson turned the originally white snowfield into a blood-red hell! He still clearly remembered that Billy, the little southerner in the same battalion as him, the Billy who spoke with a strong accent and always relied on his gambling money, he died a miserable death, he was smashed into a meatloaf by the orc's mace, and before he could even scream, the man was gone...... And then there was the big man Limu, who was cut off by the werewolf's long knife, and his internal organs flowed all over the ground, and he crawled around on the ground with half of his body, crying out for his mother, and finally died of exhaustion! The fat man Natz was shot in the head by the elf's bow and arrow, and Ruth was torn apart by the dwarf......

"These dead people are my best friends ever!!hey!"

"The story begins 40 years ago...... I had only recently joined the army...... Those were the days when I was in the rear of the enemy......" Old Jack took a sip of his wine and took a deep breath, as if the scene of the year had reappeared before his eyes......

The tattered wooden fence looked so fragile under the impact of the Liberty Wings Iron Riders, and these brainless orcs thought that they could live a comfortable life by surrounding a simple circle of wood, but their idea was too simple......

My name is Arthas, and I am a cavalryman of the Wings of Freedom, and this is the fifth orc village that our team has captured, it is a minotaur village, and the reason why it is so simple is because the strong orcs in the village have all been conscripted into the army to participate in that great battle, and the women who are left behind are women, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, but these remaining orcs are still not to be underestimated.

We are a lone army, a squad that has been separated from the main battle legion, we have no supplies, no support, that majestic Wings of Freedom flag, so that we can not move an inch in the enemy's hinterland, we can fight more than a hundred people, the rest are all wounded soldiers, this way, we have killed all the way, just to be able to go home early, but I don't know how many people will be able to realize this wish in the end.

I slashed the sharp saber into the head of a minotaur, blood and brains splattered on my face, and she stared at me with unwilling eyes, and then fell to the ground limply, and was silent again. However, I did not have any joy after winning the battle in the past, and in the bottom of my heart, there was only an indescribable emptiness.

Our soldiers' eyes were full of anger, at this moment they were like demons from hell, all the things that had not gone well before were vented on these poor minotaurs, and in less than a quarter of an hour, this quiet and peaceful village was completely turned into the ruins of war by us, and we slaughtered another orc village, looking at the mutilated corpses everywhere, and the fire that rose to the sky not far away, and those soldiers who were cheering, even though the war had smelted my heart into iron, my heart still trembled, this was simply a massacre to vent the depression in my chestWe can find a high-sounding reason to comfort ourselves, but we can't erase the eyes that stare at you before we die, have we done something wrong?

Bill was holding a newborn minotaur, apparently his mother had become Bill's medal of merit, and the next moment Bill lifted the minotaur baby high and then fell hard, which also meant the end of this short war. We will pool the resources we can use to replenish this hungry and thirsty squad, with these supplies, we can jump alive for many days, but those poor brothers who died in battle, in order to prevent them from being used as rations by the orcs, we had to be ruthless to cremate them, you know, our Ottoman Empire does not promote cremation, only infidels will be tied to the stake and roasted alive, cremated comrades, we drag our tired bodies, continue to move in the direction of home, what will we encounter tomorrow?