Chapter Twenty-Four: You're Stealing Business

Outside the Blue Ear City, the battle shook the sky. Within ten miles, the smoke of gunpowder was filled.

Fighting spirit and magic are intertwined, blooming blood-colored flowers. The roars of beasts, the sounds of fighting, the wails, and the screams of sorrow echoed in the gray sky full of blood.

Fierce beasts were struck by a fighting rainbow or mottled magic, and their flesh and blood flew in an instant, and soldiers in broken battle armor were torn to pieces by one or more bloody jaws, and their livers flowed into the wilderness. Under the bombardment of fighting spirit and magic, and under the bite of sharp claws and long teeth, the flesh and bones turned into pungent blood, staining the gray earth and green grass into a blood-red muddy water.

This kind of red and black staggered picture can be seen everywhere in the battlefield where the Warcraft army and human soldiers are fiercely fighting!

At the moment, bloody killings are being staged.

Misery and death are the eternal and ruthless style of war.

Sweat and blood no longer have value, and countless lives die like grass in the battlefield where life is harvested. In the minutes and seconds calculated by life, even if you are unable to fight anymore, you have to fight.

At this moment, a huge tide of beasts is violently impacting the human city's defenses, and every minute, countless lives are ruthlessly harvested. Blood flowed and stumps were ruined, and they could be seen everywhere in the battlefield full of gunsmoke.

The withering of life and the spilling of blood are the main tone of war, and they are also the cruelty and ruthlessness of the beast tide.

............

While the human soldiers fending off the tide of beasts were fighting against the bloodthirsty hordes of monsters, Merge, led by a soldier, hurried to the place where the battle armor was repaired in the barracks.

At this moment, at a glance, the battle armor that was originally expensive was randomly placed on the ground like waste, and on the broken parts of the battle armor, cracks, claw marks, residual blood with residual temperature, holes torn by the fangs of the demonic beasts, and scorch marks left by the excessive excitation of the magic crystal, all revealed the fierceness of the battle outside the city at this moment.

Although it was Merge, who had already experienced two beast tides, he couldn't help but frown when he saw this ruined scene, and his eyes burned with anger. However, Merge could not go directly to the battlefield because of his own anger and kill the enemy to vent his anger, because the maintenance of battle armor was more important to the entire battle situation, and even related to the lives of soldiers and the success or failure of the beast tide battle.

Merge shook his head, rationally suppressed the anger and impulsiveness in his heart, and began to repair the battle armor.

However, just as Merge had just dismantled a charred magic furnace from the broken breastplate, he saw five strange figures walking out of the alchemist's resting tent.

The low-level alchemists and alchemy apprentices in the battle armor maintenance site all bowed their heads when they saw these five people walk out. At the same time, seeing the five people looking at him gently, Merge also nodded in response.

These five people were all wearing alchemist uniforms with golden lines, but at this time, the alchemist uniforms of the five people were stained with blood and stains, and they could no longer see the bright and luxurious alchemist uniforms embroidered with gold patterns. Although the clothes of the five people were full of dirty stains, the alchemist badge on the chests of the five people revealed the extraordinary identity of the intermediate alchemists of the five people.

Merge frowned slightly, these five intermediate alchemists had unfamiliar faces, and they were definitely not alchemists in Blue Ear City. Although there are several intermediate alchemists in the Alchemist Association of Blue Ear City, those intermediate alchemists have met Merge a few times. And these five intermediate alchemists, Merge has never seen them once.

Could it be that the Taihu Sect Leader invited a mid-level alchemist from the central city, or other high-level cities, to come and support the beast tide? Merge lowered his eyelids, and a question flashed in his heart.

It's just that Merge didn't think much about it, and continued to get busy with the work at hand, leaving these unimportant doubts behind him for the time being.

Murge, who was dressed in ordinary overalls, quietly focused on repairing the broken battle armor on the ground. Although Merge did not wear the badge of an intermediate alchemist, there were still many alchemy apprentices who came to help Merge or give him a helping hand. Of course, there are many alchemy apprentices who know Merge, but there are also some alchemy apprentices or junior alchemists who are not familiar with Merge and take the initiative to help.

In the cruel beast tide period, no matter which alchemist, even the five unfamiliar intermediate alchemists, they all tacitly put away the arrogance of the alchemist, and buried themselves in repairing the damaged battle armor around them as much as possible and as quickly as possible.

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Merge dismantled the east wall and repaired a four-star Ice Wind Battle Armor and assembled it together, looking at the Ice Wind Dual-Series Battle Armor whose performance had been restored to about 80 percent, although it was not good-looking, there were still claw marks and scorched marks on some components on the battle armor. However, bringing a four-star battle armor back to life in such a short period of time and restoring nearly eighty percent of its performance was already the best that Merge, an intermediate alchemist, could do.

The next refinement of this four-star Ice Wind Battle Armor, such as filling in bite marks, claw marks, and the like, needs to be handled by other alchemy apprentices.

In war, the intermediate alchemist is generally mainly responsible for the most important part of the repair of the battle armor, that is, the restoration of the performance of the broken battle armor and the ability to increase the fighting spirit, while the alchemy apprentice is mainly responsible for the repair of other side aspects of the battle armor.

Merge shook off his slightly tired hands, moving his aching knuckles.

For two hours, Merge had been repeating the same job, which was to save the almost scrapped battle armor and repair the alchemy circuit inside the battle armor, so that the battle armor could be returned to the battlefield, in exchange for the lives of more monsters, and more importantly, the lives of more warriors.

"Stinky boy, where are you?"

Just as Merge was about to start repairing the next piece of broken battle armor, a familiar shout came into Merge's ears.

Hearing shouts in the distance, Merge frowned. The only one who called Merge like this was the old man Oriel. Despite wondering why the strange old man Oriel had come to the Wararmor maintenance area, and despite the reluctance of ten thousand people in his heart, Merge raised his head.

"I'm here. ”

Merge turned his head weakly and shouted, continuing to lower his head and disassemble the battle armor parts in his hand.

Just a few breaths after Merger's response, Olaire's wide red robe and long beard appeared in Merger's afterglow.

"As a legendary powerhouse, can't you sense my location, do you have to shout?"

"That's a waste of effort, and you're around here, so there's no need to feel it. Ole squinted with a smile in his small eyes.

I think you definitely meant to shout it, Merge pouted and said in his heart.

However, Merge didn't dare to say this, otherwise the old man might not know how to deal with him.

"The five intermediate alchemists, do you know what's going on?" asked Merge as he raised his head and glanced at the five mid-level alchemists who were repairing the battle armor.

"I don't know, I don't know what's going on. Ole shook his head.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"There is not a word of truth in your old mouth. I saw those five alchemists just now, and after hearing your shouts, I kept peeking here, and the eyes of those five alchemists looking at you clearly knew you. Merge pouted.

"There are many people who know me, I may not know everyone of them, old man, right?"

"I didn't know you a day ago. ”

“......”

"You always tell the truth, those five intermediate alchemists want to admit but don't dare to admit them, and forcibly pretend not to recognize you, everyone who sees it knows that these five alchemists are very familiar with you. ”

For Olaire's death not to be recognized, Merge was quite helpless, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that these five strange alchemists knew Oleel. At the beginning of Oriel's entry into the battle armor repair site, the alchemists belonging to Blue Ear City all greeted Oriel and expressed their due respect to the legendary powerhouse, after all, Oleel's identity is a powerful legendary powerhouse and the dean of the Venerable Academy of Magic Academy.

Except, of course, Merge, who was too late to hide from Olair.

And the five alchemists with unfamiliar faces didn't dare to look up at Oleel as if they hadn't seen Olair. Moreover, he did not show due respect to Olair, a strong creator.

If, as Olaire said, the five alchemists knew Oleer, and Oleer did not know the five alchemists, then it was impossible for these five alchemists to remain silent and pretend not to see them after seeing Oleer.

Even if the five of them didn't know Oriel, after seeing that every alchemist or alchemist present, as well as the soldiers stationed in the battle armor maintenance area, all expressed their due respect to Oriel, these five alchemists should have some understanding of Oriel's identity, and at the same time, they would bow their heads out of respect, rather than being indifferent at such a moment.

Therefore, these five alchemists pretended not to know Oleer at Orel's suggestion. Merge even suspected that Oriel had just deliberately shouted his name loudly, and he was also reminding the five intermediate alchemists, 'I'm here, Oriel, all five of you hurry up and pretend to be good for me!'.

"Well, since even you kid can see it, I won't hide it from you, old man. I do know all of these five intermediate alchemists. They are students of the Alchemy Academy of the Star Academy, and they came to Blue Ear City with the old man and me. Olaire blinked his small eyes a few times and said helplessly.

"Dead old man......" Merge turned his head to look at Olaire, his eyes a little angry.

"Huh?" said Oriel's beard.

"You're robbing me of my business!" Merge gritted his teeth, "Dear Master Oriel!"