62. Sonya's persuasion

A dragon of lights slowly emerged from behind Sonya. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info made Gronny and Brask's eyes fall out.

Although I don't know how many people there are, a fool knows that there are quite a few people in the lights of this scale. At this time, even the city guards who were confident of fighting ten times felt that their confidence was insufficient. A commotion came from among the soldiers.

"Oh my God. That's a lot of people!"

"So many! Are we in big trouble?"

"There are so many people, where are the people?"

"Shut up!" Blask looked at the talking soldiers, feeling that he hadn't trained them enough. This is still a veteran who has been serving for three years! Those recruits are even more helpless!

He looked at Sonia with some anger and asked, "Is this your proof?" Miss, what else does this show besides that there are a lot of people on your side?"

"Isn't a lot of people enough? There are many more of us than you. In this case, in order to strengthen the strength of both sides, and in order to prevent you from pretending to be cultists, you must obey our command. Sonia looked at Blask and said what she wanted. In Sonya's opinion, there is a real city guard on the other side. The standard formation and uniformity of the regular army, the standardized weapons, and the silly-looking golem next to it are not something that a rabble of cultists can easily pretend to be.

Although he and Esther had organized hundreds of people, it was still difficult to command them effectively. The biggest problem is the lack of qualified junior military commanders. Although the selected squad leaders are all more prestigious people, they expect them to effectively lead the team into battle, and neither Ist nor Sonia has much confidence in this.

Now the appearance of this group of city guards is simply sleepy and meets a pillow. The well-trained Corombo City Guard is widely known throughout Coronnia. In such a unit, even a small soldier is much more military literate than those of the so-called senior militia.

Breaking them up and distributing them throughout the army will certainly effectively improve the combat effectiveness of the entire team. This will definitely be effective in helping his own team, which is also composed of a rabble, to reduce losses in battle. So when Sonia saw these city guards and was basically sure that they were not the Green Cross cultists in disguise, she immediately decided to annex them to her own ranks.

"Listen to you?" Brask felt as if he was still having auditory hallucinations. "How old are you? ”

Where did this stinky little girl come from? and want to command the captain of the city guard!

"You must obey our commands. Sonia ignored the irreverence in Brasque's words, and once again emphasized the demand for command.

"Have you been in this dark underground for a long time, feeling cold and scared? Do you need a warm hug from your big brother, little girl!" Brask's face was a little angry. He couldn't figure out why the little girl wanted to command her.

"Wait a minute, Brask. Let me talk to her. Gronny could clearly hear the different meanings of Sonya's words. She said 'we'. That meant there should be someone else behind her. But he said it a little late. Sonia was tired of Blask's oily tone.

In Sonya's view, age and gender don't mean anything. Only true strength is the key to determining whether a person is commanded or commanded.

Since the officer of the city guard on the opposite side (Sonia does not know his rank) has a different opinion, he himself must "convince" him and tell him who he should listen to.

It's no more than three. Sonia said to Blask one last time in a resolute tone: "Don't say irrelevant things. You must be under our command. ”

"We will not take the command of a little girl. Blask pouted as he looked at the approaching fire dragon. "Unless you have a way to prove that you have what it takes to command us. ”

"Qualifications?" Sonia looked at the disdainful expression of the City Guard officer, thinking that this was really a big fool. Although there is no transcendent perception of Easter. But from the color of the Psychic Fire, Sonia could be sure that there was no real powerhouse in this small team, at least no stronger than Easter. After a face-to-face conversation, Sonia was even more sure of this, that is, this small team, although the average strength is good, but there is no strong player who can be called the core.

"I don't know what qualifications you want. But what do you think of that?" Sonia chuckled, causing a commotion from the City Guard soldiers on the other side.

"It's beautiful, the voice is beautiful, the person is even more beautiful, I'm in love with her"

"This girl is from Colombo somewhere. I'm going to come to the door to propose a marriage when I go back. ”

"You die. She will only marry one hero. Just like me. Oops, what are you hitting me for!"

"That's enough! shut up!" Blask was momentarily distracted, and then immediately reacted to stop the soldiers' gibberish. He glanced at Sonia with fear, and then immediately looked away, as if Sonia was some kind of terrible demon.

Just when Sonia smiled, he felt his mind go blank for a moment, and there was only this beautiful girl in his eyes. In order to see the girl's smile, he was willing to agree to all the girl's requests. Fortunately, this feeling lasted for a short time, and he immediately returned to normal, and then found that his subordinates were in a state of fascination. This frightened him, thinking that he had encountered a legendary charm spell. He glanced at Gronny in horror, and realized that the excellent warrior was also sweating profusely and took a few steps back.

The two of them pulled the young apprentice, who was still in a trance, and a few slaps pulled him out of his drunken state. "What's going on, why are we all in a trance?" the two of them asked anxiously as they grabbed the apprentice almost at the same time, like grasping a life-saving straw.

The young apprentice's cheeks were flushed by the two of them, but he didn't dare to complain. He also knew that he was in a very wrong state just now. Hearing the question between the two, the apprentice looked at Sonia on the other side and said with some fear: "This is definitely not a charm spell. I didn't feel the mana fluctuations at all. It's an ability we don't know about. ”

It's like saying it in vain, and the two who couldn't get any information could only look at Sonya helplessly. Facing Sonya, who has this kind of foul skill, Blask also found that he couldn't speak hard.

"This young lady. Your abilities are special and powerful. "Gronny came out at this time to play the round. "But we've never seen this ability before, and we don't know how it actually works on the battlefield. We can't just hand over command to you. Unless you prove yourself to be someone who can lead us to victory on the battlefield. ”

Indeed, Sonya's incomplete psychic interference ability cannot be used on the battlefield, at least not until she further perfects it. Now, with Sonya's proficiency in using psychic power, all she can do is make people feel a lot of favor for herself in a short period of time.

"Okay! You brought it on yourself. Sonia looked at Gronny and silently threatened.

The next moment. Gronny felt that his worldview had been turned upside down.

A feeling of dread welled up in the heart of Gronny, a veteran fighter in his forties. This has not been the case for many years. He tried to calm himself, but found it difficult to control his body.

What kind of ability is this? Or is it one of the weird abilities of the girl in front of you?

No, it's not. This doesn't feel right. It's not just the ability to act on a spiritual level. It's like pressing a bird into the water and throwing a fish to shore. It's as if the space I'm in is suddenly unfriendly to me. Every move you make requires several times or even dozens of times your usual strength. The bigger the action, the more effort is expended.

Gronny's eyes widened, and he twisted his neck with great effort, looking at the others around him, only to find that they were not as good as himself. At least he could maintain a standing position, but most of the others were no longer able to stand, or lying or sitting on the ground, even Brask was half on his knees with a pale face.

This is suppression! Gronny turned back in disbelief and looked at Sonya. He trembled and tried to say something, but found himself unable to utter meaningful and coherent sentences because of his fear.

What does this mean? Gronny kept thinking about his teachings, but his mind was like a muddy mud and he couldn't think of anything.

I am slowly being overwhelmed, from physical to spiritual. Gronny gasped for air, struggling to hold on. Suddenly, a spark of thought flashed through his mind. He remembered that his mentor had described a situation like this. That was many years ago. Gronny was only a teenager and had fantasies about the future. One day, in between exercises, he asked his teacher how to know if a person was a legendary powerhouse. His teacher, who was eighty-nine years old at the time, was nothing more than a dying old man in the eyes of anyone. But such an old man who was dying and old and even lost his teeth was actually a weapon master of level nineteen.

The old man looked at himself like a disciple of the rising sun, and said such a paragraph.

"When you meet a legendary powerhouse, you don't feel anything out of the ordinary. Only when a legendary powerhouse wants you to know that he is a legendary powerhouse, can you know that you are facing a legendary powerhouse. At that time, the teacher's expression was very strange, as if he thought of a long time ago. "The biggest difference between legends and ordinary people is that each legend has its own field. These areas are very strange and cover a wide range of areas. But as long as a legend opens up his own domain, any ordinary person who does not have his own domain enters the realm of legends, will be completely suppressed. Whether or not you have the power of the realm is the most fundamental criterion for judging whether a person is a legend or not. ”

"Suppress, suppress, field, field," Gronny muttered to the word "Suppression, Suppression, Field, Field," Gronny muttered in some delirious terms. He couldn't trust his own judgment. If this is true, he and Brask are the few fools in the world.