Training the "Wyvern" mother is indeed a rather strange process.

First of all, it's a bit embarrassing, these wurms...... Well, after joining the army, he changed his name to the Wyvern species. But even if you join the army, it's not much use.,It turned out to be a monster mother in the tribal era.。 How could it be possible to obey all orders? It's good that Cybertron is here, and Cybertron turns around and starts to behave as soon as he leaves!

It can't be helped, because there's still too much bestiality -- and one of the advantages of this is that it's more tendonous. But everything has two sides, and the advantage of a tendon is that one owner will not let go. The disadvantage of a tendon is also this, Cybertron will not listen to them when they are handed over to others for training.

I knew I wouldn't come, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

"Tsk, what the hell is this? ”

Cybertron is going to die of displeasure, is it that such a big cadre as himself is going to be thrown here? What are you kidding, this is simply ...... Is it necessary to abandon this batch of dragons? Just as a test version? It's a pity, but if you refuse to obey a leader other than yourself, then it's a matter of ......

"Master, the second batch of sub-...... The Wyvern species has also arrived. You see...... "When Cybertron was already planning to leave for London after a day's stay and abandon the first Wyverns. A small episode, the second batch of Wyverns has also arrived.

Kira has been sleeping by Cybertron's side for a long time, and it must be said that he is not a man who is considerate and takes care of him - but it is better than a wife killer.

"I don't think there's anything to see anymore, let these wyverns wait. Cybertron was eating - and in order to be a nobleman, he naturally had to eat noble Western food. The left hand is a knife, and the right hand is a fork. Slice the patties and add the eggs, mustard, lettuce and meat.

thinks that eating Western-style fast food is noble to death, but in fact, the difference between it and egg scones and meat buns is that some SAO goods use knives and forks to load B grid, right?

Pinching his brows and sighing, a wave of wyverns really needs to be thoughtful, and said a little tiredly: "In this case, I will let Ellie take care of these things directly, and return to London with a few jù, and we are going to let Fran see what model ships are suitable for takeoff...... No, Fran isn't an expert in this, and I need a shipmaster in this area. It's good that this is Britain and not German, otherwise it would have sunk in 10 years to build a ship in 10 days, wouldn't that be ...... Alas. But this time it's really disappointing, the wild is hard to find, the wild is hard to find......"

"The host...... That is true. ”

There was no rule in the court that eunuchs were not allowed to read the written language, so Kira's job was saved. He whispered in Cybertron's ear, "This time, there are some Wyvern species that have been trained by civilization. To be exact, it is automatically signed up for the army. ”

"Huh......?" "You say...... Civilized trained wyverns?"

"Yes, but not British. Nodding slightly, Kira didn't care that she was not British, and said dutifully, "Do you want to meet?" ”

"The premise is that the ability must be excellent. Foreigner...... Is it French?" Cybertron thought for a moment, and he couldn't let his baby goddaughter be tired in the future. In case it is difficult to become a female version of Zhuge and die of exhaustion, the female version of Zhuge has already been taken by Miss Rin, so don't go to work for your own daughter: "What time is it? Let's go and see." ”

"It's a Muscovite - master, it's half past six in the afternoon, do you want to go out with a sword?"

"No wonder it's dark—uniforms. ”

"Yes, master. ”

Actually, Cybertron's idea is quite simple.

Since it is enough to keep the British naval battle, then work on the navy. Even if he gave himself another brick, he would dare to go to Normandy and wave it again!, but it was better to do less of this kind of thing--so he felt that some of the fellows, though they were not very good, were still quite good at what they said. For example, the phrase "quantity is insufficient, quality makes up for it" is more correct at some level. Now the Nordic trend of replacing double-decker galleys with battleships is becoming more and more mainstream. Then let's talk about the natural enemy of the battleship - the aircraft carrier.

This is also a decisive battle weapon (although it is very unlucky that the decisive battle weapon of the book is generally not used), a secret weapon (this can be a great hope after all, E=MC2 support scene)!

An aircraft carrier is a take-off and landing platform, and as early as Constantinople he had seen how important the griffin knight's air supremacy was. However, it is just a small fight at the level of magic, and it is not in the hall of strategic elegance, but it can be regarded as a glimpse of the three-dimensional combat of sea, land and air in later generations.

However, the use of local superiority in the air does not seem to be accepted by the majority of military enthusiasts, and the leaders of the medieval era were generally barely military enthusiasts. This time, let Cybertron, a barbarian, teach you how to make a battleship!

Now that the sky had completely darkened, Cybertron was temporarily in the harbor outside Canaphon. In the middle of the night, ships still come and dock sporadically, but they no longer load and unload cargo immediately. Many places in the city not far away are still lit up, which makes Cybertron's hometown a little bleak.

And unlike him, who rides a high-level mount (a high-IQ hybrid of a centaur and a horse), the life of another group of monster mothers is more miserable. In the middle of the night, like a driven domestic animal, they are asked to get here, to go there. In the hazy moonlight, it seems that the endless night is like his own future, walking to the unknown side.

More than a dozen dragon maidens had their wings fixed and were not allowed to fly on their own. In fact, most of the flying species in the city are controlled and controlled, but fortunately, everyone has legs, right? The huge flesh wings are exposed to the winter wind, and the most disgusting thing is that this weather is not only cold but also humid. When the sea breeze blows, it is like a knife scraping on the flesh.

"Wait!"

Finally, the footsteps of a group of young girls stopped in the night, as if they had arrived at some important location, and everyone who was driven around in the night. was finally illuminated by a strong light in front of me, but I was a little uncomfortable.

"Who are you!" a dozen Guards Knights, Holy Cult Soldiers, and Battle Priests blocked their way, and their tones were very unceremonious. A battle priest with a series of scriptures wrapped around his waist and carrying a hammer in his hand waved his hand and shouted loudly to the other side.

"By the Queen's order - bring the chosen monsters!" a knight leading the party replied at once in the darkness of the night.

"Password!"

"Sea water!"

"Is it the Wurm, or is it some other race?" the slogan was raised, and the battle priest with torches stepped forward. After a cursory check of the other party's documents, he asked casually.

But this question made the hearts of some wurm girls in the team raise their hearts - why do you want to distinguish between wurm and other races? Is this something that has a deep meaning? I don't want to talk about trekking through mountains and rivers, but the flying race has gone so far on two legs, and I won't send myself away with a word, right?

No, the patriarch didn't tell him what he was doing here, because he was secret. It's just a requisition.,And some monster mothers were sold directly -- it's the same anyway.,It's the same anyway.,When the indicators on the top come down, you have to work hard to get the juice out of the bottom.。

"It's a wurm. ”

"Okay - the wurm is in, His Highness is waiting. With a wave of his hand, the Battle Priest motioned for a group of dozen monster mothers to enter. But as if something suddenly came to mind, he tapped his helmet with his hand and shouted, "Slow!"

"Hmm, sir, what else do you have to order?" the leader asked again, and the team that was supposed to advance came to an abrupt halt.

"Hmm...... You have a team called ...... Called...... What kind of place is Mary's...... Well, Muscovy's?"

"Uh...... Oh, yes, sir!, a-is it a spy?!" Immediately the leader of the team made a dozen turns in his mind, and with a wave of his hand, a group of soldiers surrounded the frightened monster girl.

"I am Mary—"

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out. Although the voice was beautiful but a little gloomy, a monster girl wearing a different dress came from behind. He doesn't look like a Scandinavian or Western European race, and he dresses very differently from the British. He wears a rounded hat on his head, several straps on his body, and tattered fur on his body. The eyes under the short blond hair revealed not panic, but a terrible silence: "I am not from Muscovy, I am a Novgorodian, a Slavic Argonian, is there anything to find me?"

"Hmm. "According to his usual judgment of the situation, the combat priest has only received orders. But well...... This combat priest is in his 40s this year, and he still wants to run up and climb the official fortune, so he can only figure out what he wants. He took two steps forward and lit up the visitor with a torch, taking a closer look at the Oriental race called Maria (to Western Europeans, Maozi was an Oriental).

"I see......" The battle priest nodded, looking at the other party's beautiful and three-dimensional cheeks, he let out two muffled laughs under the helmet: "Your Highness has a good eye, I only found a dozen of them yesterday, is this a dinner today? Wurm species are popular now?-Forget it, you! Maria? Put away your wings, go, go to the bath first! and then go to our Highness!"