Chapter 211 Questions and Decisions
The commander of the Third Legion in the tent should have known that he was coming, but he did not say anything until he hesitated for a few times while standing outside the tent. Could there be something else inside? Problem?
With a little doubt, Sis ordered the third child behind him: "Lao San, please stay here and wait for me." The
third child nodded and was about to say something, but another sentence came from the tent.
"Let your servant come in too."
Hearing this, Sis looked at the third child, and the confusion on his face became more intense, but there was nothing he could do at this time, so he ordered and walked into the tent with the third child.
The layout in the tent is extremely simple, with a table and a chair, and nothing else.
At this moment, sitting on that chair was a big man wearing heavy armor with a dark face. Sitting there, he looked like a mountain. Even though he was sitting, he felt almost as tall as Sith when he was standing.
Seeing the Sith walking in, the big man raised his head and glanced slightly with a pair of evil eyes: "You are the Sith!" The
Sith nodded and saluted respectfully: "Yes, sir, I am the Sith." ."
The big man stood up, his head almost touching the top of the tent, and took a few steps to stand in front of Sith, staring into Sith's eyes.
"You were personally summoned by Lord Bray. Logically speaking, I shouldn't say anything more. However, I want to know whether you are worthy of Lord Bray's efforts!" "Do you know that in order to save you from illusion, Lord
Bray You have lost a thousand years of life, and the root of all this is that you are too stupid to explore illusions without overestimating your capabilities!" The
big man said coldly to Sith, his eyes were already fierce!
"So, you have to let me see your value. The Third Army will never ask for waste. If you don't have that value, I will drive you out of the Third Army even if Lord Bray punishes you!"
And with the voice of the big man, the tent disappeared without knowing when, and some magicians who were walking around gathered around when they saw this scene.
For them, the commander of the Third Legion, Bray, is the god of the entire Third Legion, and the god of magicians like them. At this moment, they heard that Master Bray actually paid a thousand years for a small second-level magician. The lifespan suddenly exploded!
"Boy, I don't care who you are or what your background is. Get out of the Third Legion. Waste like you is not welcome here!" A magician looked at Sith and cursed angrily.
And other magicians also started to curse, no matter how long a second-level magician can have the life of the Legion Commander, it is important!
The Sith did not notice the other words in the big man's mouth, nor did he hear the curses of these magicians. He only heard that Bray had spent a full thousand years of his life to save him, but in this matter, Bray had nothing to do with him. He mentioned it once!
Even after paying so much, the old man still remained calm, and even begged in front of him to let himself join the Third Army, to serve for the Third Army, and to protect the world of magicians. These... It should be your own obligation and your own responsibility!
"Deputy Commander, I didn't know Lord Bray paid such a high price before, but I want to say that you will see my value, and I will prove to you that my value is definitely worth what Lord Bray has done. !" Sith raised his head and looked at the big man and said, his eyes were extremely firm!
At this time, more and more magicians from the Third Legion were surrounding them. When many magicians heard Sith's words, their faces suddenly turned cold!
"Little magician, the Third Legion has been fighting for the world of magicians for countless years. We don't know how many magicians have died. We never fight with our own words, so you'd better think carefully before speaking!" The elderly magician came out and said to Sith.
Sith turned around and bowed to the group of magicians: "My lords, I also know your contribution to the world of magicians, and I won't let you trust me now, but I ask you to give me a chance to Let me prove whether I am worth this value."
The heavy-armored man looked deeply at Sith, waved his hand to signal other magicians to stop talking, and then said: "I know you are an alchemist master, so if you have any requests, please come quickly. Mention it, but I will only give you a month. After five months, I will summon the magicians of the entire Third Legion to watch and see if you are worth this value. Is it worth it? It is not you. What I said is decided by all of us in the Third Army!"
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Sith sat quietly in a tent. This was his temporary residence in the Third Army. It was called temporary because of the heavily armored man. It was made very clear that as long as he could not satisfy the magicians of the Third Legion, he must get out of the Third Legion immediately!
Sith didn't feel much about this kind of threat. After all, he would have been furious if he were put in the same position. It was good that these magicians didn't take action.
Originally, I just planned to take out the magic cannon, because before, I only had the idea of repaying Bray for saving his life, but now it seems that the magic cannon is no longer enough, after all, Bray actually spent it. A thousand years of life, that old man!
"Old man, old man, why are you doing this? Don't you know that you will lose money no matter what you do?" Sith stared blankly at the tent in front of him and muttered to himself.
The deputy commander of the legion during the day quietly let the tent disappear. What was it for, other than to let other magicians see him? He knew about this, and his methods were very good. Look. He himself knew that there was a reason to disobey Bray's order and drive himself out of the Third Army!
However, these people all have good tempers. The reason why they hate themselves is because their strength is not recognized by everyone, and it also cost the Legion Commander so much life. Therefore, he asked for so many materials before. The other party didn't question it at all and gave it without saying a word.
In this case, let everyone experience the power of technology from another world. The magic cannon is just an appetizer... There is no difference between
day and night, and there is no difference between the four seasons in the Abyss Frontline. Gray is the eternal color here. In the tone of the pale tent, Sith's body sat quietly, but if a magician was present at this moment, you would find that Sith's eyes were completely dull, which clearly meant that his consciousness had left his body!
Sith's consciousness has entered the scale space, and he has made up his mind to make this response a successful mechanical magic weapons conference. By then, not only the third legion, but also the other three legions will be tempted...
and Such a conference cannot be held by Xiao Wu alone, so the Sith must personally enter the scale space and decide which weapon to choose. After all, in the illusory magic base, Xiao Wu has already come up with many things during this period. Less weapons!
(End of chapter)