Today is Lyric's last day at the barracks.

A hundred Hellfire soldiers stood in two rows, with their chests held out and their hands behind their backs.

Three months of hard training formed their dark complexion and strong bodies.

If his nephew had half the hard work of them, he wouldn't have died in the rat tide......

Lyric thought with relief, but continued to keep a straight face, looking impersonal.

"Today is the last day, I've been training you for three months, and two pros have appeared......" Lyric swept over some of the soldiers who quietly puffed out their chests: but I'm not satisfied!

"Have you really killed an enemy with your own strength?"

Lyric ignored a hundred angry glances and slowly took off his coat.

"Just pull the trigger? Even the spinner's wat can do it! ”

Finally, he took off his bracers and wore only a set of Fast clothes, and beckoned to the soldiers who had been with him for three months: "Let me see what you are capable of now." ”

The soldiers did not move.

"What are you doing? You don't even have the courage to fight humans? Then if you see the nezumi on the battlefield, you should run away...... A bunch of bad seeds. ”

Finally, someone couldn't help it - the only two professionals in the team stepped out one after another, and they led the others to rush out.

Lyric was instantly overwhelmed by a hundred soldiers, and nothing could be seen, only the dust and shouts that were raised.

Ten minutes later, a soldier fell to the ground. Lyric was still standing there, his face blue and swollen, gasping for breath.

But he still won, relying on the physique and combat skills of elite warriors, to solve a hundred soldiers.

This is the brutal gap between the professional and the ordinary.

Lyric straightened up again: "Do you see the gap between yourself and me?" Without that musket, you are nothing! ”

The soldiers got up silently and said nothing.

"So remember, it was the city lord of Annan who gave you the future!" Lyric's tone softened, rubbing his chin and grinning, "But I almost lost...... What a bunch of awesome guys. Go for a championship with this momentum! ”

The soldiers glanced at each other, and tacitly surrounded each other again.

"What do you want to do?"

"Thank you, Instructor Leric." One of the pros gratefully, then grabbed his arm.

The others pounced, and Lyric was caught off guard and thrown into the air, then caught and tossed.

"Damn! I'm not a child, let me down-"

But a smile still appeared on Lyric's face.

Lyric didn't say anything, but he was already proud of these boys.

A hundred civilians without any talent, relying on three months of hard training, two professionals were born, second only to the elite squad of the Guards Legion trained by the city lord of Annan.

The same scene was seen throughout the camp.

Three months of contact allowed them to bond their friendship. Some instructors took in students, and some even chose to become part of the Hellfire Legion.

How happy they are at this time, how sour the other two legions are.

Obviously, Hellfire is considered the main army. They were the first to expand and equip themselves with the latest weapons and equipment, eliminating the need for patrols and escorts, and their only mission was to destroy the enemies of Liberty City.

"We're just going to stay in Liberty City and protect the adults." Standing at the gate of the camp, Losi grumbled.

"Be content, we're going anywhere, you don't know how bad some places are." Jack only felt that Rosie was sarcastic about himself.

"Why, didn't you say that the vampires are full of handsome men and women, and the flowers are full of flowers?"

"Shall we change it then?"

Rosie laughed, "I'm not stupid. ”

Rossi and Jack can only hope that tomorrow's game, the elite squad will teach the Hellfire Legion a hard lesson.

Fermi approached from a distance, and Losey and Jack smiled falsely and reached out to touch their fists.

"What are you talking about?"

Fermi said in a deep voice. His composure made him look like he was a dozen years older than the two of them.

"We're talking ......"

"Crean...... I don't know what happened to him. Lossy sighed.

Annan's fame spread throughout Middle-earth, and the North had been gathering the remnants, so he should have known about Liberty City......

"He doesn't have the face to show up again." Jack sneered, "If he dares to come out, I'll let him taste my cowhide boots." ”

When Jack became the Legion Commander, Crean was gone, and without a friendship that he had fought side by side, he simply saw Crean as a betrayal of Annan and their bastards.

Lossie wanted to say that Crean was not so bad, maybe there was something hidden...... But people always change.

……

A new day has arrived.

Liberty City is full of the opening of a grand ceremony.

Residents dressed in the clothes of their favorite teams ran out into the streets to share food. Spectators who didn't get tickets gathered outside the Mage Tower, looking up at the gladiatorial arena with colorful flags fluttering from the Mage Tower.

Annan sat in the front row, Olmedo and Itilia sat on either side, and behind them were Fast.

Olmedo was whispering to Annan: "I thought you would let the soldiers fight, but I didn't expect it to be through football." ”

"You can't let them shoot each other with magic muskets, and the last surviving legion wins, right?"

Only the Abyssal Demon could do such a thing.

The final result of the Hellfire Legion's and the instructor's bet Annan already knew from Fermi, so he told the soldiers of the elite squad before entering the field: Don't show mercy.

Two teams entered the tournament for this match: the Hellfire Legion and the Sentinel Legion.

The Hellfire Legion is better coordinated, but the Guards Legion is twice as strong as the full pro.

"Annan, who do you think can win?" Editia asked.

"Guards Legion." Annan didn't want to.

"Because they were trained by you?"

"Actually, I didn't train much......," Annan said honestly, "I believe they can win because of the secret weapon......"

"What's that? Is it related to fish? Rela next to Editilia popped out of her head.

"Secret."

The two teams each sent 10 people on the field, and the game began to cheer from the audience.

Annan hopes to reminisce about the past through the game, but it's like the love story of Jack and Ruth on the ship turns into a mage tower...... This game is destined to be unrecognizable.

The rules of football in Liberty City allow for body collisions, the equivalent of the rules of football, the form of football. As soon as the whistle sounded, the Guards quickly gathered, and the pros behind them cast a spell, unleashed the hand of the magic mage, raised the football, and then were guarded by the team members and rushed towards the goal of Hellfire.

Mr. Fast wondered, "Why doesn't it seem right......"

Annan, who was holding his forehead, raised his head: "The soldiers in the past were ordinary people, but now they are professionals, and there is a spellcaster, isn't it normal to fight like this?" ”

Editria listened quietly, the corners of her mouth curling.

It turns out that this is the secret weapon that Annan said.

(End of chapter)