sho_d(); Damn it.

Seri's barely biting the piece of wood in his mouth, feeling his body shiver in the double torment of cold and pain.

His consciousness was a little blurry, but he could still feel the pain of his hands and legs being tied to the stake, and his chest and abs kept rubbing against the stake, as if it would ward off some of the cold.

Snowflakes fell, and blood slowly flowed down his back.

The pain came in bursts, a hot reminder of Sery's current injury.

But it's nothing.

What was most unbearable for Seri was the humiliation of being tied to a stake and watched by countless crowds—he could feel the stares coming from the neatly lined line behind him, even though they were his companions.

On the empty snow, Isaiah, with a white complexion and a red complexion, stood at the head of the queue with an ugly face, staring at the stake with the others—grass, dead sissy, what to see.

Byrne and the young master shrank in the middle row, whispering something, looking over here from time to time - damn, the two of them must have an adulterous relationship, such as each other.

Bigmouth Monty poked his head out from his left side, bared a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and looked anxiously at Seri, who knew what Monty meant, and asked him to prescribe a soft mouth.

But......

Seri's heart tightened, remembering what had happened to him in the past few days, and he couldn't help but clench his trembling fists.

Are you kidding!

The dying Seri thought crankily like this, and the wood chips under his teeth clenched even tighter.

His dry tongue accidentally brushed the wood chips in his mouth, and with an imperceptible "swish", he seemed to taste blood.

"You maggots, all give me a good look at it!"

At the back of the queue, the deputy commander, nicknamed "The Unquenchable Fire", carried his silver-black immovable bow on his back, coldly folded his arms, and his gaze swept sharply over everyone in the queue.

The big-mouthed Monty in the crowd was agitated and stood more upright.

Although they were excellent battlefield veterans before they were selected for the Guard, no one dared to disrespect Tyronde's orders in the slightest, and they all looked at the bound Seri intently.

"Step on ...... Trample...... Step ......"

Heavy footsteps sounded, slowly stepping through the queue and stopping not far from the stake.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the arrival, and there was no lack of awe and nervousness.

"You're still unrepentant, aren't you?"

That's the sound of an "iceberg".

Serry's heart moved.

Reluctantly, he looked up to his left.

Iceberg—that's the nickname they gave the demon to Monty—the tall, muscular warrior of prime age walked up to his side, turned his head and stared at him coldly.

The man's head was covered with frost and snow, but he could not shake the fierce momentum in the slightest.

In his hand he held a leather whip several meters long, full of abnormal dark red, covered with specially made barbs.

"This is the first time you've been sent to the front line as a commander to lead a levy in battle—though I didn't expect much. ”

"But you, thorn," Iceberg's gaze swept towards Serry, his face full of disgust, his voice chilling through the cold air, "I learned today that you are simply the worst, worst, disgusting, bastard, and most unseeded ruffian I've ever brought in over twenty years. ”

"Shame was written from head to toe. ”

"Letting you be the commander of the conscripts? ”

At that moment, anger and resentment hit Seri at the same time.

"Phew!"

Seri looked up angrily and spat out the bloody piece of wood that had been almost bitten off in his mouth.

"Shame, shame?"

"you, Iceberg, you've been looking at me for a long time," Seri sneered with suppressed anger holding his head high, "Isn't today's matter just to find an excuse to beat me up again, and then kick me out?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the queue!

Then there were countless whispers.

"Ah, the chicks are so energetic!" At the left rear of the queue, instructor Dominic smiled harmlessly and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you will have time to discuss in a while - how about running twenty more laps in evening training!"

As if someone had cut off the transmission of sound, the queue fell silent instantly, and for a moment only the sound of breathing could be heard at varying rates.

The attention of the field shifts back to Seri and Iceberg.

"What," Iceberg's eyes froze, staring coldly at Serry, "You have an opinion about me?"

Seri looked at the bloody pieces of wood on the ground, gritted her teeth, and frowned.

"Opinion?" Seri snorted.

Iceberg narrowed his eyes.

I saw Seri looking at the iceberg with an unkind expression: "On the battlefield, what you sent to Monty was a team of elite sniper crossbowmen, Isaiah's light infantry stormtroop in the first line, Carlos had his heavy sword infantry team, and even the 'slow Shiva' was on standby in the queue with heavy cavalry!"

Iceberg snorted coldly.

"And I, I'm the strongest of the recruits, better than all of them, I'm the sharpest knife in the guard, the best soldier!" Seri, pressing his chin to the stake, gasped for breath, and his voice suddenly raised: "What about the result?"

Iceberg stared at him coldly and slowly clenched his fists.

In the next second, Seri raised his head sharply and stared at the iceberg!

"As a result," Serry looked at the iceberg with resentment on his face, "war is imminent, and what you have assigned me is the worst, worst, and most rubbish squad - the transport team of the baggage battalion!"

"Suppress me, let me be their commander?" his face was full of unwillingness, "Honestly, Commander Rumba, I know you hate me, but I always thought that at least the White Guards were fair and strict." ”

Iceberg looked at Seri without saying a word, his eyes complicated.

Under Tylunde's cold eyes and Dominic's unkind smile, everyone didn't even dare to breathe a sigh of air, and watched this scene quietly.

Half an hour later, the iceberg snorted coldly.

"So, as my 'best soldier'," Bingshan's words seemed to hide a piece of ice that had been hiding for many years: "When you are attacked, you use your subordinates as bait to send them to death, leaving them to fend for themselves, and you hide in the dark to ambush the enemy." ”

Seri gritted her teeth.

"What can I do?"

"What can I do with those wastes who haven't even swung their swords a few times?" Seri tugged at his bound limbs and sneered, "Sacrifice the weak to bite the enemy, and send the elite to defeat the strong enemy—isn't this a classic tactic of our Northlands?"

"And with this tactic, I killed the leading orc, and finally saved the cart," he said not to be outdone, "I won, it's as simple as that." ”

Tyronde, who was watching, snorted coldly.

Iceberg's eyebrows twitched slowly, as if someone had cut him in the face.

"You still don't understand," Iceberg's voice seemed tired: "Where the hell did you make a mistake?" ”

Seri shook her head and snorted.

"Make a mistake, if you want me to say, the biggest mistake," he said through gritted teeth, "that you stuffed me with a pile of useless garbage, expecting me to be so soft?"

"Phew!" Seri spat hard

"Well, I did a miracle with the garbage on my hands!

"So you can only find something to do, and find my fault," Seri snorted coldly as she fell on the stake, "I have seen through you, Kaslan Rumba, your oppressive and hypocritical aristocratic face!"

At the end of the line, the Dominic instructor put his hands behind his back and bowed his head and sighed.

"Listen," Iceberg ignored Serry's insults, but his face became more and more ugly, "Because of your orders, only four of your squad are alive and one is disabled. ”

"The rest refuse to return to your command. ”

"Oh, that's a real thing to ask for," Serry let out a sigh of relief, "I also advise you: don't count on them for war." ”

Bingshan's expression became colder and colder, and his eyes were heavy: "This is your answer?"

"This is a battlefield, someone has to die," Seri said this, sneering and shaking his head: "Cowards who can't accept reality, or weak people who can't keep up with their combat strength, it's better to leave early." ”

The iceberg didn't speak again, his eyes projected on the snow for a long time.

Silence returned to the field.

Only the cold wind howled.

Until Seri snorted coldly and spoke again:

"And I'm telling you, Iceberg, no matter how you want to fix me, even if you put me in the worst unit and send me to death, I can survive......"

But he was interrupted.

"The biggest mistake you've ever made, thorn in the head!"

Iceberg, this strong and tall man was full of anger, and he opened his mouth categorically, and said loudly: "It's ......"

I saw Bingshan slowly raise his head, the hand holding the leather whip trembled again and again, and his eyes were full of anger: "You shouldn't have spit out that piece of wood." ”

Seri was slightly stunned, and looked at the piece of wood on the ground that he had spit out.

In the next second, the six-meter-long barbed whip in Bingshan's hand moved instantly!

"Whew!"

The wind is loud.

The whip throws a terrifying ring in the air!

Before Seri's reaction could be realized, the sharp pain of the tear suddenly exploded from the back of the ****!

"Smack!"

Piercing pop.

Seri had the illusion that the skin on his back had been torn open at that moment.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even think.

Grass!

Seri hugged the stake, shaking wildly, he gritted his teeth, blood oozing from between his teeth, but he still couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt of pain from his throat.

Death to the whole family iceberg!

The muscles of his whole body were protesting, and even in the cold winter day, his forehead couldn't help but sweat.

The voice of the Dominic instructor sounded behind the queue: "Nineteenth whip!"

Hundreds of people in the queue watched the scene silently, with different expressions.

Seri nearly snapped her teeth.

But he still trembled and raised his head with difficulty, unwilling to show weakness to the iceberg.

The moment Keseri looked up, he was slightly stunned.

Seeing the iceberg, who has always been cold and harsh, his eyes at the moment are full of deep pain and disappointment: "Maybe I'm wrong, too wrong." ”

Bingshan's tone was sad and tired: "Maybe I shouldn't have had such high expectations of you in the first place. ”

"Serrey Nicolai, you idiot. ”

Lying on the stake and gasping, Seri froze.

At that moment, he saw the iceberg in his prime frowning tightly, the muscles of his face trembling slightly in the cold wind, and the wrinkles were obvious.

"Whew-"

In the next second, the iceberg picked the whip on his hand again, and the wind rolled in!

But it wasn't the barbed whip in my memory.

It's a black and hideous blade!

Longxiao City, Valhalla, "Starfaller" Nikorai faced the enemy, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Memories of more than 20 years ago are gone.

The Soul Killer pierces the air and takes the Meteorite in the eye!

"Bell!"

The sharp sound of metal colliding.

The Soul Breaker Blade came out halfway through, staggering with the spearhead.

The head of the spear shook slightly, and it deflected by a fraction of a centimeter from Nicolai's forehead.

The sharp blade of the gun even took away a trace of his head!

But the Meteorite didn't even move his eyelids.

It seemed that what had just passed in front of him was not a famous murderous soul at all, but just a handful of broken copper and iron.

At the moment when the Soul Killing Spear pierced into the air, Nicolai, who had escaped, stomped on his legs and rushed forward.

"Whew!"

His light armor and robes swept through the air, and the blade followed his footsteps in a straight line.

As the meteorite advances, the image of the enemy slowly zooms in on the field of vision!

At that moment, all he had in his eyes was that pale enemy!

Iceberg.

At that moment, a nameless anger burned in Nicolai's heart.

Iceberg!

Kaslan Rumba calmly withdrew the barrel of his spear, and pinched the Soul Killing Spear a third of the way in his right hand, dragging the barrel behind him, instantly turning into a short spear, and holding the sword as if facing the incoming Nicolais.

The two are getting closer and closer, almost within reach.

Nicola's sword flickered, slashing at Caslan's neck!

And Kaslan's spear was pointed at Nicolai's throat.

Blades and spear blades staggered through the air.

Nicolai's Soul Breaker suddenly shuddered, sinking in its intended trajectory.

"Ding!" With a soft sound, the blade touched the tip of the gun like a dragonfly.

Kaslan's face changed!

There was a huge force from his Soul Killing Spear, so that he couldn't control the Soul Killing for a while.

The blade of the spear turned to the side, deflecting off Nikolai's throat.

But the blade of the Meteorite just fired the spearhead, like a piece of wood in the water, and in only a tenth of a second, it instantly "floated" and returned to its original orbit!

Continue to slash at Kaslan's neck.

Kaslan reacted in time to throw away the Soul Killing Spear, and his left hand, which had already been outstretched, met Nicolai's wrist with the knife, and his right hand clenched into a fist and slammed into the opponent's chest.

But at the moment when Nicolai was about to be grabbed by Kaslan's wrist, his face turned cold, and the Soul Breaker Blade changed direction again!

In a fraction of a second, the Soul Breaker Blade miraculously turned, circumventing an arc in the air.

Nicola's wrist then wrapped around the back of Kaslan's left hand, and Kaslan's fingers grazed his opponent's arm.

Interception failed.

The sword light that took Kaslan didn't make the threat any less because of this dodge.

On the contrary, the blade stabbed Caslan in the face after this special turn!

Kaslan's face remained the same.

Even though his attacks and defenses failed twice, even though the blade had crossed the range of his palm, even if he was not careful, he would be doomed.

Kaslan reacted quickly and grabbed back his right hand and attempted to punch the side of the Soul Breaker to intercept or unload the attack.

But like the previous two times, Nicolai's blade changed direction again in an instant.

Fold away from Kaslan's right fist and slash back at his head.

In an instant, Nicolai's blade slashed a distance of tens of centimeters, but it changed incredibly seven or eight times along the way.

Kaslan responded in a timely manner almost every time, but he missed almost every time.

Nicolas are like a loach that sways from side to side, but never gets caught.

The Meteorite continued to slash without distraction.

There is nothing but friend and foe.

In the space of a few breaths, the blade was within inches of Kaslan's forehead.

Both Kaslan and Nicola knew that perhaps the winner would be decided here.

In the next second, Kaslan suddenly leaned forward unexpectedly!

"Boom!"

A frightening, dull loud noise.

Nicolas and Kaslan bumped into each other's chest-to-chest!

"Knock! knock!"

The two of them snorted at the same time, grabbed each other, and rolled on the ground several times, the sound of limbs hitting the ground back and forth.

The body of the Meteorite was obviously not as thick as Caslan, but strangely, under the collision, the two rolled in the direction of Kaslan.

It's like Kaslan can't stand it.

"Dangchang!"

During the struggle, the Soul Breaker flew out of Nicolai's hand, and the blade sinked straight into the wall, swaying against it.

On the other side, the Soul Killing Spear fell to the ground and clanged.

Finally, after the next muffled sound, the two of them abruptly separated on the ground, rolled in opposite directions several times, and stopped almost at the same time.

Kaslan slammed to the floor and stood up on his knees.

Nicolas even exerted force directly in the abdomen, and the fish jumped up.

From start to finish, in a matter of seconds, Nicolai just slashed out.

Kaslan only tried to take the knife.

But only the two Extreme Realm Masters know the danger: no matter which link goes wrong, both of them may pay an irreversible price in this short momentary knife.

For a moment, only the rapid gasps of two warriors remained in the hallway.

Kaslan half-knelt on the ground and tapped his chest in pain.

Blood flowed from his forehead—from his eyebrows to his ears, a hideous wound oozing blood.

"Well, not bad," said the old man lightly:

"At least, you've cut three inches of my scalp. ”

At that moment, Nicolas seemed to see the past in a trance.

More than twenty years ago.

The commander at that time, standing in the snow, said the same thing:

"Well, that's good. ”

At that time, Kaslan Rumba was terrifying and terrifying, almost invincible.

At that time, Kaslan shook his neck joints, his face was full of indifference, and he hooked his fingers contemptuously to the white-bladed recruit, who was lying on the ground panting:

"At least, you made me use two hands. ”

Nicola's fists clenched tighter and tighter.

Kaslan's aged voice rang out.

Drag Nicola's thoughts back to the present.

"That kind of instantaneous force technique is really terrifying," in the corridor, the elderly Kaslan wiped the blood from the side of his face, tried the wound on his forehead, and frowned as he looked at the bright red on his hand: "It's really dangerous, I almost broke my bones and was cut open by you." ”

Nicolas just stared at him, not saying a word.

Almost.

"Your finishing power is getting more and more sophisticated," Kaslan exhaled, his face unnaturally tapping on his chest, "Still haven't found its origin or origin?"

Hearing this, the eyes of the Meteorite were still terrifying.

But he spoke up anyway.

"Too busy," Nicollet said coldly, "too lazy to look for it." ”

It seems that words are like gold.

But only the Meteorite himself knew: under Kaslan's blow just now, his chest was still in severe pain, his lungs were stuffy, and even his breathing was painful, and he could only use this time to continuously relieve the muscles and bones in his chest with the power of the end.

Talking, for Nicolais, is undoubtedly an act that increases the load.

And the abrasions left by the just rolling on the ground are countless.

Nicolai's right arm was also slightly numb from the pain of fighting for the Soul Breaker Blade in the ground grapple with Kaslan.

If Kaslan had been attacking during this time, he would not have been able to fight at all his strength.

And against Kaslan, not being able to fight with all his strength means ......

Nicolas closed his mouth, seizing time to relieve his chest and recover from his injuries.

Kaslan sighed.

He remembered the magical blade that had changed direction many times in a single move of Nicolas just now.

Leave strength and leeway at the moment of the move, and use the moment of change of direction to achieve the effect of surprise - this situation is especially common in feints.

But no one has taken this skill to the extreme.

Nicollet's special finishing power allows him to hide his power in every node of his body, control every muscle and bone meticulously and perfectly, and change his posture, moves, and strength anytime and anywhere during battle.

It's not just a matter of reflexes.

The body of the meteorite is almost not hindered by inertia, and every knife that is chopped, every step taken, from the beginning to the end, whether it is successful or missed, can achieve re-strength and change direction at any time.

A knife to the throat can be used by the second force of the arm to instantly change direction, turning to the face, chest, arms, abdomen, and even recovering the defense. What's even more terrifying is that as long as the body can load, this secondary force technique can be stacked many times, and change direction again after changing direction - and as his strength and experience grow, the number of stacks will only increase, and he will become more and more free.

Do whatever you want in battle and cast endless variations.

The prosaic slash is endlessly changing in an instant, bringing a threat that envelops the whole body.

Thinking of this, Kaslan shook his head with emotion: This is a final power that deserves to be listed separately and recorded in history.

If it's in the Finishing Tower, it will probably be classified as a "miracle".

It's a pity that this kind of ending power awakened on the battlefield is too random and accidental to sum up the experience and pass it on to future generations.

It's like that kind of power.

Kaslan looked at his former subordinates, nostalgia for the past welled up in his heart.

The old man was very familiar with his old subordinate: Seri Nicola, this guy who had the Extreme Realm level battle consciousness just when he was in the ranks.

The strongest soldier under his command.

Also the best soldiers.

But it's all in the past.

Now, they are fighting to the death as both enemies and friends.

Thinking of this, Kaslan's eyes darkened.

"In the face of the prestige of the Soul Killing Spear that kills with one blow, it is difficult for even the Extreme Realm not to care - one of the previous elven opponents lost here," the old man nodded lightly: "But you did a good job, you didn't lose the face of the White Blade Guard, the stabbing head." ”

Nicolas shook slightly.

His mind went back to the Thirty-Eight Lookout Places more than twenty years ago.

In front of the eyes of the meteorite, the image of the ruthless "iceberg" appeared, and the scene of him standing in the snow and speaking without a smile appeared.

In the face of the sixth wave of the Glacier Orcs, at that time, the leader said this:

"Thorn, don't disgrace the Whiteblade Guards. ”

At that time, he was in the prime of life, and the majestic commander of the "earth-shaking" was ......

The old man in front of him with silver hair and gloomy eyes......

The two figures slowly coincided.

Nicolas finally calmed down the sharp pain in his chest.

He adjusted his mentality and slowly exhaled a breath, his tone was complicated, and he didn't distinguish his emotions: "Although the Soul Killing Spear is powerful, it is cast based on the cavalry spear. ”

"It's too long, it's too heavy, it's too hard," the Meteorite said solemnly, "it's not difficult to deal with in non-swarm foot combat." ”

"I think it's Dominic, the one who taught the use of weapons," Kaslan laughed.

"If Dom hears you, I'm afraid he won't be happy. ”

Nicolai's face darkened, then sank.

Dom.

Dominica.

"Blood Hammer" Dominic.

The smiling old guy, one of their instructors.

The old guy who likes to punish them for running laps and following them for a few laps.

He always stood beside Kaslan in the prime of life, smiling with a smile on his face, bringing a little anger to a group of fierce and murderous white-bladed veterans.

If he's still alive......

Seeing this scene, seeing the current Kaslan......

Nicolai closed his eyes, and his chest was filled with emotion, unusually uncomfortable.

He couldn't hear it. The Meteorite's voice was hoarse: "Don't you know?"

The green tendons on Caslan's fist tightened.

"Thirteen years ago, Dominique died in battle in the White Mountains," Nicolai said softly:

"Those who died there together were Blake, Lyken, Thor, and Bauer......"

Kaslan didn't speak.

"Shiva Sr. also retired from the army after that, went to Commas, and never came back. ”

Kaslan sighed slightly.

"Ah," the old man bowed his head expressionlessly, "I heard old Coleman say, the Battle of the Deep Valley." ”

"I heard that old Dom led his team to rush a hundred meters in the enemy group with an arrow on his head, and the enemy army broke up before falling. ”

Nicolas shook slightly, and his chest ached.

Kaslan's eyes were sad and he sighed slightly: "That guy still owes me money for a pair of leather armor." ”

The Meteorite's fists clenched tighter, almost grabbing his palms.

The nameless flame that burned in his chest burned him extremely uncomfortably.

"As for the Soul Killer ......"

"You know, the legendary anti-demon armament was not originally used in human battles," Kaslan sighed, as if with some emotion: "It's just that human beings have a gift: we are good at turning everything in the world into weapons to kill our own kind." ”

At this time.

"Jingle Bell ......"

Three thin discs of metal, sliding out of Nicolai's fingers, rolled neatly over long distances.

Roll over to the old man.

Kaslan reached out and pressed down on the three discs.

The sound of metal stopped.

The old man slowly lifted one of the golden discs.

"What is this?" he asked softly.

Nicolas looked at his former boss with a blank expression.

The Meteorite said lightly: "Dominic." ”

Kaslan was slightly stunned.

It was quiet in the hallway.

Even the sounds of fighting around him seemed to be hidden.

"I was there when he died," Nicolai said silently, his voice lowered, "Dom said he was sorry. ”

"With my own pension, I want to continue to buy medicine for my grandson to treat his illness. ”

"So I'm afraid I can't pay back the money I owe to the big guys. ”

There was a faint sadness in the words of the Meteorite.

Kaslan clenched the gold coin slightly.

The old man's throat moved slightly, and his eyes focused on the other two gold coins on the ground.

"You don't have to do that," Kaslan said, looking up at Nicolais, wearily, "Dom doesn't like people to help him pay back. ”

Nicolai looked at the gold coin in Kaslan's hand and knew what he wanted to say.

"Your Majesty has a pension for him every year. ”

Nicolas looked at Kaslan with a complicated gaze: "But Dominic's grandson just died of illness a month ago. ”

Kaslan shuddered slightly.

"I have his last month's pension in my hand," Nicolas looked up slowly, a familiar image in his mind.

"I still have his ledger, so ......"

It was a middle-aged soldier with a war hammer, a wide body, and a fat body, smiling, counting the corporal punishment of the recruits round and round.

Dominic Stone.

The Meteorite slowly opened his lips, his tone was indifferent, and his voice was hoarse:

"This is the leather armor he owes you. ”

Kaslan bowed his head.

The old man did not speak.

He just closed his eyes deeply.

There was no word for a while.

All I could hear was the rustling of the wind on the edge of the hallway.

Finally, Kaslan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze subtle and complex.

"I'm relieved, Trick. ”

Nicolas was stunned.

"Today, more than 20 years later," Kaslan smiled slowly:

"You're already a good Whiteguard Commander. ”

"Seri Nicolai. ”

Take advantage of no one, quietly update, don't shoot guns.

The last update was on Sunday, right? Tomorrow is Monday, right?

From Sunday to Monday, (hands and eyes closed) so there was no break!

By looking innocent without a sword

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