"Your Excellency, please look. In the past three months, the mayor has sold at least 500 tons of steel. You see, in March of this month, the mayor sold again"

As Zygeev explained, Chen Le felt more and more thrilled, and he finally understood where the weapons on the orc's side came from. At the same time, he felt that his situation was not good, if someone grabbed this handle and mentioned it in front of the national public, he was likely to be ruined by the surrounding territory, and he himself would be saddled with some trumped-up charges.

Chen Le stopped Zhjiefu's explanation, he rubbed his brow and said, "Zyjiefu, can you tell me where this damn mayor is now!"

Zhijief smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry, my lord, the mayor is extremely cunning, as far as I know, he has at least five hiding places outside. He didn't tell me exactly where he was hiding. So, lord, please forgive me for not being able to do anything. ”

Chen Le sighed and said, "Okay, that's it for our conversation. After speaking, Chen Le stood up and planned to leave.

Zhijiefu was anxious, and he said loudly to Chen Le: "Lord Lord! Lord Lord!"

Chen Le said to Richev with a playful face: "Richjev, have you forgotten? You still have to leave the scene! Now you are still guilty, so I believe you should understand my suffering!"

Zhijeff's eyes rolled and he said, "Okay, I see. Your Excellency, you must hurry. I really don't want to stay in this dungeon anymore!"

Chen Le walked up to Zhijiefu's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Don't worry, as long as the mayor is found back at that time, and then you testify to his crimes, so that I can give you a good merit, so that you can make up for it, and everything can be solved, and I believe that your uncle will also do his best to assist me!"

Zhijeff said excitedly, "Yes, my lord!"

"Touch!" the iron door slammed shut.

Chen Le walked in the passage of the prison in Kenta with a gloomy face, and he said to himself disdainfully: "You want me to spare you?

Poor Zhjiefu, in order to survive, did not find the flaws in Chen Le's words.

It is an unknown desert with a sand dune in the northwest of this desert, and in the middle of the dune there is a small hole that can only be entered by one person.

"Boss, this is one of the hateful mayor's lairs! What do you say we should do now?" said a one-eyed swordsman beside Bode.

Bode smiled and said, "What do you say? It's not a good idea to go through this hole! Scatter around and see if there are any other entrances, and if not, get me some branches or weeds." ”

One-Eyed laughed twice and scattered with a dozen people.

Bode turned his head to the soldiers of the Iron Blood, and he suddenly felt a deep sense of shame.

Looking at his brothers, now they all took off their armor, like a dead dog. The soldiers of the Iron Blood Regiment, who had traveled the same distance as them, were still lined up neatly, and some soldiers consciously stepped out of the team to start their patrol duties.

Bode sighed, then found an infantry with a shield and a griffon.

The infantryman's entire face was obscured by a visor, but it was clear from his eyes that he was full of doubts about Bode's arrival.

Bode said helplessly: "Brothers of the Iron and Blood Regiment, now is the time to rest. Let's wait until our scouts come back. ”

The soldier picked up his mask and yelled at the infantry behind him, "Rest put!

With that, the infantryman ripped off his helmet and sat down. The infantrymen also sat together in groups of three or five. They work in groups of five, and each group looks like this.

At this moment, two other foot soldiers with griffons on their shields came and sat down on their butts, ignoring the sand.

Bode began his own hook-up journey: "This is Officer A just now. ”

A raised his head and said suspiciously, "That's right, I'm A, do you have anything to do with me?"

Bode hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Where! I'm just here to get acquainted." ”

A said impatiently: "Now that we know each other, let's leave here if there is nothing to do, we have to rest for a while, so as not to wait for the lack of strength to fight." ”

It's hard to say anything about such a well-founded excuse. So Bode shook his head and left, but at this time Bode had a different feeling, he had always felt that his brother was missing something, and this kind of thing seemed to appear in the conversation just now.

Bode came to his camp and began to think.

Where is the gap between himself and the Iron Blood?

In terms of strength, although his commander is only level seven, he can fight against level eight powerhouses at some times. In terms of combat experience, Bode could clearly feel that although the Iron Blood Regiment had mastered all kinds of war skills, there was no smell of blood on their bodies, or that they did not feel murderous on their bodies. You know, if you can't feel the murderous aura from a fighter, then there are only two possibilities, one is that he is a rookie to the point where he can no longer be a rookie. Second, he is a very terrifying master, and he has been able to perfectly hide his murderous aura. If there were only a few or a dozen fighters in the Iron Blood Regiment who could cover up the murderous aura, then Bode believed it, but the soldiers of the entire regiment could cover up the murderous aura, and Bode didn't believe it either. Neither from the ancient books of the past nor from the various epics sung by wandering poets, Bode has not found it.

The general inference is that this team is definitely just a rookie team that has not fought a few battles, and the cost of their battles may not even be one-tenth of the number of battles that their brothers have experienced.

But from this few war experiences, the combat effectiveness of this team is much stronger than that of its own brothers.

Although their brothers are not from a good background, they are very brave and have a very strong personal strength. What's more, Bode's own efforts on his own brothers are not as much as one or two, and the amount of training in one regiment is one or three generations in other regiments. Their training methods are exactly the same as those of the Royal Guards.

The more Bode thought about it, the bigger he became, the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt like his head was going to explode.

Pretending to be cold, strengthening order, not fearing death? Where does the source of these powers come from?

What exactly are these forces for!

Suddenly, Bode remembered that crazy night, the attack of the Iron Blood.

Lords! The reason why they are crazy is the lords!

Bode suddenly caught a hint of something!

Could it be that Lord Lord is the true source of power for the Iron Blood?

Thinking of this, Bode couldn't help but look at the iron-blooded masses who had been quiet.