"Eighth Master, it's really our honor to have you with us on this mission. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Speaking was a knight riding a white horse, wearing a set of dark blue heavy armor, two short one-handed swords with blue scabbards hanging from his waist, a black lion's head coat of arms on his shoulders, and three black short bars at the neckline of his armor and neck guards.

This person is the head of the Black Lion Regiment under the Rock Lord of the Rongen Empire, Count Taiwen.

Behind him was a whole group of soldiers of the Black Lion Regiment, five hundred and ninety-eight in all. Among them were a hundred heavily armored cavalrymen, a hundred lightly armored crossbowmen, three hundred heavily armored spear swordsmen, eighteen white-clothed priests, two white-robed priests, five combat archmages, and the rest were logisticians.

"Don't expect me to be your nanny. But as long as you have enough wine, I'll help you take care of the trouble, Commander Hobbhard. ”

The eighth master rode a horse and rode beside Hopot, the leader of the Black Lion Regiment, and said.

"Hahaha! Of course, these fighters are not children, they will take care of themselves. Baye, your wine is also loaded in the car behind, it's enough. ”

Hobut responded with a smile, but cursed in his heart: "Damn, is this guy a dog's nose?

And the commander-in-chief was willing to hire him with a cart of century-old wine rescued from Misty City, and assist him in helping to investigate Misty City together.

I hope this alcoholic guy is as good as the commander-in-chief says. ”

"I heard that your White Wolf Regiment had an accident this morning?" The Eighth Master didn't know what the commander next to him was thinking, this area had been cleaned up by other legions for the time being, so he could chat leisurely for the time being.

"Eighth Master, your news came so quickly. The White Wolf Regiment went out on patrol this morning and was attacked by a Hell Demon Bear, killing most of his men, and the legion commander retreated in time to avoid greater losses. ”

"Well, not really. I've read your booklet Eight Masters, they are all undead creatures, and I'm not good at dealing with dark undead creatures. Didn't you ask the Holy Church for help?"

"What do you mean about those gods? The lord immediately made a request, sent a few people to investigate, but found nothing, took the money and went back. Now that things are getting bigger, I took the initiative to send a Templar legion over, and I have been watching from the rear, and I am simply a group of deceitful guys. ”

Speaking of the Holy Church, Hobut gritted his teeth.

He was sent to the most dangerous place to carry out the investigation mission this time, although the commander of the regiment attached great importance to this mission, and sent some white-clothed priests and white-robed priests to join his regiment, but these few people were definitely not enough.

He didn't want to bring back a group of living soldiers, only to be brought back with blackened corpses.

If only those sticks could send him some paladins and paladisines.

"That's right, Commander Hobart. Why haven't I seen your clerk?"

Howell said angrily, "Dead! just died yesterday." ”

"I'm sorry!" the eighth master apologized, and then continued: "There is no situation now, eighth master, I will go to the back to drink some wine to refresh myself." Just call me out for something. ”

"Good!"

Watching the eighth master turn the horse's head and walk back slowly, Hobut shook his head—a man who is a heavy drinker.

"Alright, everyone, cheer up! Don't look downcast, you want to die. There is still a long way to go, and they all stride forward. ”

Hobut shouted to the team behind him.

The eighth master looked at the soldier who was already in high spirits, smiled slightly, and continued to look for his wine.

The troops marched for five or six minutes, and in the distance they saw a group of soldiers in red armor guarding the road in front.

Hobar spoke with the officer of the Red Armor Warrior, who ordered his men to remove the spiky log railings blocking the road.

After all the troops had passed through the guardrail, they walked for another five minutes.

Hobut turned his horse and turned back and commanded loudly, "I want two cavalry reconnaissance teams of five men to go to the front to check the situation, which of you will volunteer to come out?"

Soon ten heavily armored cavalrymen took the initiative to ride out.

"Take off your heavy armor, keep the chain mail, and keep the horse armor as usual!"

"Yes, sir!"

Ten heavily armored knights dismounted, dismounted with the help of the logistics staff, and then replaced the heavy armor of one or two hundred catties on their bodies.

Watching the scout team set out to explore the way, Hobut shouted to the rest of the group, "Everyone rest in place for ten minutes!"

The eighth master jumped down from the two-headed carriage carrying wine drunkenly, holding two wooden cups in his hands, both containing the best century-old grape wine.

The smell of wine was strong, and the soldiers resting around looked around for the source of the aroma.

Ignoring everyone's envious and hungry expressions, the eighth master walked all the way through hundreds of soldiers, and came to Hopot at the front of the line with two glasses of wine.

"Here, taste this wine! it tastes so good!" said the eighth master, handing Hobut a glass full of wine.

Hobut stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "You are not allowed to drink alcohol during the mission, this is the rule of the army. Eighth Master, thank you for your kindness!"

"That's it! Okay! Anyway, I don't want to give you a drink, it's just a courtesy greeting. ”

The eighth master took back the wine handed out, drank the wine in the cup in one go, and then burped and sprayed Hobbat with a full face of wine.

Hobut hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his nose, secretly scolding the eighth master bastard in his heart, and then recalled the appearance of the eighth master's cow drink, and secretly sighed that the good wine was ruined by the eighth master, which is drinking wine, it is simply drinking those coarse grain beers brewed by the farmers.

The eighth master ignored Hobbut's contemptuous gaze, nor did he pay attention to the nearby soldiers who were swallowing saliva again and again when they smelled the fragrance, and began to pour another cup alone.

Hobbat beside him was ready to protect the eighth master from spitting wine, but this time the eighth master did not burp, just slurped and rinsed the wine as mouthwash in his mouth, and then opened his mouth to spit the wine on the ground.

The wine splashed on the ground, causing Hobbat to fly backwards to dodge.

"The good wine has almost tasted, so the eighth master will send you some benefits in advance. ”

The red-faced Eighth Master stuffed two empty wine glasses into Hobbt's arms, and the latter reluctantly caught them.

The eighth master waved his staff in the air and created a white translucent crystal dragon with a long arm, the crystal dragon had a pair of very beautiful big wings, and the fan fell a few times on the eighth master's outstretched arm.

There are very sharp claws on his limbs, and he is tightly clasping the arms of the eighth master, squatting steadily.

It also has a pair of small crystal eyes, looking around, as if looking at the world.

Then the eighth master approached it and whispered something, the little guy raised his head and whispered, flapped his wings a few times, jumped off the eighth master's arm, and then straightened his wings and glided.

The little thing fluttered swiftly between the resting soldiers, as if it had been frost, and there was a chill in the air, and a faint smell of wine.

The soldiers, stimulated by the chill and the aroma of wine, were in high spirits, and the soldiers whispered to each other, while the magicians who accompanied the army all looked envious.

In the end, the little thing seemed to be instructed by the eighth master, and it lifted off into the air and chased the direction of the scout.

Hobbat reacted from his shock and hurriedly asked respectfully, "Eighth Master, what kind of spell are you?" It's the first time I've seen it. ”

"Ice Summoning: Ice Soul Drake. It's just a small trick used in ordinary investigations. The eighth master waved his hand to signal that the other party did not need to be so respectful.

"You're better than my scout cavalry. ”

"That's! Is there any bad use of the Eighth Master's spell? Wait a minute! Your reconnaissance team may be in trouble. ”

The eighth master's expression suddenly became focused.

"What's the situation?" Hobbat asked hurriedly.

"They haven't found themselves targeted by a dozen Hell Wolves. ”

"What? Hell Wolf, where is it?"

Hobbat seemed to have encountered these monsters and looked a little worried.

"It's not far, they've only been out for two or three minutes, right next to a small grove of trees in front of them. ”

"Hope is in a hurry!" Hobut muttered as he tossed the wooden cup to the soldier on the side, then walked quickly to his horse, rode quickly, and then turned backwards and shouted to the soldier who was still resting, "The brother who is exploring the road ahead is in trouble, I need thirty cavalry, come with me to support." ”

Thirty heavily armored cavalry voluntarily gathered beside Hobut.

"The rest of the people are under the command of the deputy commander. Hobut finished giving orders to the soldiers, and then said to the eighth master on the side, "Eighth master! ”

With that, Hobut whipped his horsewhip and rushed forward with thirty horsemen.

"Hey, I said that the eighth master should not be a nanny!" The eighth master shouted to Hopot's back, and when he saw that he had gradually run away, he turned around and said to himself as he walked: "People are not bad, but they are a little anxious like someone." ”

Chewie~

One of the people who was taking care of Shaanna sneezed inexplicably, then hurriedly covered his mouth and looked around to see if there was no alarm to attract the monster, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hurry up! Have you heard the words of the regiment commander? Our brother has encountered something, give me a hurry!"

A young man wearing heavy armor, holding a half-man tower shield in his left hand, a five-meter spear in his right hand, and a long sword hanging from his waist, loudly urged the soldiers who had not had time to stand up, this person should be the deputy commander of the legion.

The eighth master walked leisurely among the assembled soldiers, listening to them whisper these words.

"What the hell, did you encounter a monster so soon?"

"Well, I just got married a few days ago, and I don't have any children yet. ”

"Phew, what's there to be afraid of? Look at your cowardice! People like you die first. ”

"Hey, a few recruits over there, remember, don't get hurt by the monsters, and don't get their liquid on your skin, or pray that a white-clad priest will pass you. ”

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Shaking his head, the eighth master continued to his mount, a brown horse tied to the back of the wine carriage.