In the early morning, the gray pupils got up from the bed.

The simple bed and the clean and tidy single room made him a little uncomfortable-as if he was lying in the tent of the army camp yesterday.

Stepping on the cold slate floor, looking at the messy head reflected in the washbasin, and his blushing eyes, Lucien felt as if he was not completely awake yet.

It's hard to imagine that following Lord Loren, he first killed an apostle of the evil **** in Silver Helmet, and then killed Silver Helmet all the way, and then fought against tens of thousands of Centaurs in the Great Green Sea. He also witnessed a dragon and a monster. During the duel, the monster was finally severed by Lord Loren.

It's almost ... more fake than dreaming.

But it was true. The injuries on the body, the beating of the chest and heart, and the chaotic consciousness all told him that this was true.

Lucien shook his head desperately, and the cold, biting cold water stimulated his nerves to wake him up.

This is not the time to sleep.

According to Lord Loren, although the Centaur War is over, the war is not over yet.

We ... at most just haven't lost yet.

Lusien knows what he should do, or what Loren wants to do-just like when he was on the Boundary Mountain, he has to let three hundred piercing soldiers obedient, let them know what to do; let them know when Should be alive, when should be desperately.

The only difference is that this time their enemies are not only icefield werewolves, wandering deserters and robbers, an army of monsters that can go south at any time; but a variety of mutant monsters, evil **** apostles, heretic groups ... it feels not too much difference .

These people will become the sharp knife in the hands of Lord Loren, the trump card that can be played at any time, the scouts who monitor all suspicious movements ... and themselves are their captains.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and the young sober gray pupil immediately stretched his arms tight. The "battlefield reaction" that had not been dissipated caused him to turn his head suddenly, and he was ready to fight back.

But after seeing the coming person clearly, he frowned again.

A black robe with his hands on his back and white temples ... not as eye-catching as those cold, biting eyes.

"You, you are ..."

"Wake up?" The wizard in black robe looked at him, glanced at the two swords on the wooden frame beside him, his voice was so cold that he couldn't hear emotions:

"Dalton Kander, a wizard advisor to the Duke Byrne."

Lucien finally remembered ... When I was triumphant a few days ago, I did hear Lord Loren talk about the new wizard advisor ... More importantly, the wizard advisor was still Lord Loren, Ain and Isaac their mentor.

Thinking of this, there was a little more respect for the elders in the face of the gray pupil: "Your Excellency Dalton Kander, may I ask ... Can I help you?"

"Have."

Faceless Dalton, not wasting a minute:

"According to the order of the Duke Byrne, he needs to form an army of demon hunters who are proficient in dealing with voids and monsters ... you are the commander of this army."

"Uh, yes!" Lucien nodded quickly, and then scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "But our number is less than one legion-there were more than 390 people when they were formed, and after returning from Poi ... ninety-six left. "

"Others, one quarter died on the way to Silver Helmet Mountain, one quarter died in Silver Helmet Mountain, one quarter died while playing Chakal, and now these are all ..."

"I'm not asking about the history of this legion. I'm asking you to take charge of a task." Dalton interrupted him unkindly.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Lucien asked awkwardly, "What do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple, there is only one thing." Dalton looked at him, concisely:

"I want you to abolish them without leaving, and then we start recruiting recruits again."

The gray pupil's smile stiffened on his face and stopped talking.

Dalton frowned slightly: "Any opinions?"

Taking a deep breath, Lusien tried to stabilize his emotions ... The other party was a mentor of Lord Loren, and he was also considered to be his elder; let alone a wizard, it was normal to not understand the army.

"Dalton Kander ... Sir, they are all soldiers who came back from the battlefield, some of them are veterans." The gray pupils barely squeezed out a smile and calmly explained: "We have fought and lived from the **** battle The soldiers who come down are hardly valuable. "

"More importantly, they are the veterans of the founding army, who have won the battle; without giving them a reason, they will be removed and the army will die!"

After all, he stood there, stubbornly staring at Dalton.

"It seems that there was a misunderstanding between us, and it was I who didn't explain it well." Saying the apology, the wizard still had a trembling coercion: "I myself have no prejudice against these heroic warriors, on the contrary , I respect them very much. "

"But they will still be abolished because none of them are qualified."

Before waiting for the gray pupil to relax, Dalton's words made him feel tight again.

"To, at least, you should tell me, where did it fail?"

Lucian, forcibly calmed, his arms clenched tightly, his green muscles exposed.

"I can understand your mood, but the facts are the facts."

Dalton's eyes were fierce and his tone was cold: "Lord Captain, the mission of this army is to deal with the void and monsters, so they must have certain qualifications to resist the erosion of the force of the void and use simple spells.

"Not everyone has the possibility to become a wizard; none of their 96 people have the talent for this, so they must be abolished."

"Really, is there no other way?" Frosted Luisen still refused to bow his head.

Dalton said coldly: "Remind us that we only have three years, and within a year there must be at least a hundred team size, so that everyone can form a fighting power, rather than breaking in front of vampires and monsters."

"There is no other way?" The gray pupil repeated again with his teeth clenched.

"We don't have time, and we don't have extra energy to consume them; instead of wasting resources, we can start recruiting new recruits."

But Lucien still refused to let go:

"There is no other way?"

Dalton Kander, with a quiet expression on his face, looked subtlely at the gray pupil's face without bowing, as if he saw another "stubborn version" of Loren Turin.

The kind of person he used to hate the most.

"There will always be a way."

The indifferent wizard opened his eyes, with a hint of complicated ice in his eyes: "But the cost is high, it may be small, and the time is long."

Yes, in theory everyone can become a wizard, but it does not mean that everyone can really.

Lusien certainly understands this truth; after returning from the Boundary Mountain, he has also tried to learn magic with the little wizard, Isaac; in addition to growing knowledge, there is nothing practical. Effectiveness.

He still remembers the kind Ain who told him that he can succeed only if he takes it slowly; and Isaac, who is keen on cracking down on others, directly points out that this process will take one year at the fastest, and the longer it takes, the more spiritual The palace is more fragile.

This is the gap between genius and mediocrity, the flip-flop and the patchwork.

He knew Dalton Kander was right, but Lucien knew that once these people were laid off, the army would be over; if he had promised them, he had to let them stand to the end.

Taking a deep breath, the gray pupil relaxes himself.

"I understand your reason, His Excellency Dalton Kander." This time, Lucien no longer disguised himself with a calm and respectful tone, and looked directly at the wizard's eyes calmly: "If they fall on the training ground , Even if you die; it should be abolished before training begins ... I ca n’t agree. "

Dalton looked at the gray pupil who was getting tougher, and a complex light flashed under his eyes again.

Really, more and more like an apprentice ...

"You are Lord Loren and Ain and their mentors, I respect you, but ... the commander of this army is me." Lussin's eyes became more determined:

"Who should be abolished, who should be recruited, how to train, how to fight ... I will be fined and ordered by me; you! You can only assist at most, not interfere!"

Dalton looked at him, his eyes sharp.

The two of them staring at each other are looking at each other unkindly.

"It seems that there are differences between us, and it is impossible to give up our respective views." Dalton said in a deep voice, but his expression remained the same:

"I think we should think of a way to resolve such differences and reach consensus."

Luisen froze for a moment, and didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Considering each other's identities and the work they are about to face, I think there is a way that suits us best." Dalton looked at Lusiun indifferently, and Mei Yu picked one up:

"As the Bayerns said, the real knight should shout with a spear and speak with a sword."

At this moment, Lucien finally changed his face.

"The rules are simple. If you can win, then I will follow your advice and use the greatest possible chance to allow these 96 people to be trained as qualified night watchmen;"

"Lost, all the next work must be subject to my instructions, including you, the commander, you can no longer resist any of my orders ... I think this is a very fair gambling."

Before he had finished speaking, Lucien was completely stunned.

"Why, how about this?"

"Do you disagree?"

With a tone of voice, Dalton's cold eyes glanced at the gray pupil's amazed face, an unabashed satire.

"This, of course!" Luisen said helplessly after a little calming his breath: "You are the mentor of Lord Loren and the wizard consultant you have invited. How can I treat you ..."

The voice didn't fall, and there was a sudden murderous face!

The gray pupil was almost instinctively resisted, and in the moment of dodge, he felt a burst of cold approaching his neck.

Snapped--!

He pointed to the right hand of the knife and pressed his throat.

The wide-eyed Lucien froze, and his body still kept the movement when he dodged, staring at the arm that passed between his arms.

There is no warning at all, and there is no time for reaction.

"The vampire's degree is three times that of mine." Dalton, with his right arm straight, said coldly:

"Three times the degree of humans means that you have no room for reaction and must evade and parry before attacking."

Breathing in a trance, the gray pupil opened his mouth with difficulty: "I ... Master Dalton Kander, I can't do it with you. You are the mentor of Lord Loren, I ...

"Is it?" The wizard in black robe interrupted him coldly: "But I can kill you without any burden. If you refuse to resist, I will kill you."

"Then I will tell others that you are not suitable for this position; you are not a qualified Captain Hunter, nor a qualified guard."

Looking at the other person's expression, the gray pupil only felt a cold hair standing upright; instinctively told him that the wizard in front of him was very dangerous, even more dangerous than a monster named Chakal!

This, this lunatic, is actually their mentor?

Lord Loren, how did you live to this day? !

What Lucien does n’t know is that if the black wizard sees Dalton at this moment, he will only feel that his tutor is really old. In the past, he did n’t have so many words and never explained anything ...

At the next moment, the gray pupils who were tight all over the body, like arrows from the string, pounced on their knife holder.

"Ding--!"

The two short swords that fought were able to stop the oncoming Yinmang.

Opening his eyes, Lucien saw that Dalton's left hand, somehow, had an extra bayonet against his spine.

"Sparkling beautiful."

The expressionless Dalton raised his eyebrows, motionless: "But stupid enough."

what?

Sustained in place, Susie suddenly felt a wave of "familiar" air coming.

In his mind, Loren's finger snapped every time.

Oops!

"boom----!!!!"

A loud noise, a thin figure flew like a cannon of a catapult, dragging a long trace on the sand outside the door.

"The first criterion for dealing with monsters is to never and never lose your sense of reason and calm thinking."

The frightened Lucien clutched the hilt in his hand, and the pain from his chest and temple made him tremble from head to toe; he wanted to get up, but fell again and again.

The frontal impact on the ribs was impacted by the force ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ That kind of pain is not resolved by perseverance; but the gray pupils are still trying their best to stand up, the body's instincts are constantly reminding, continue to lie The only ending on the ground is death.

Stepping out of the house, Dalton looked at Lucien, who was hobbling from the ground, like he was looking at a dead man, raising his right hand with a sword and hiding his left hand behind his back.

His eyes were extremely cold, so that people could not see a little life, let alone read the delusions of his mind.

It's like a piece of hard ice that doesn't change forever, a dazzling dagger and a black robe, disguising itself as a "human" monster.

"When you lose these, you are a real dead man." ...

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