Chapter 212 There
is a lot of discussion. There has been an uproar in the Third Legion's station. Almost all the magicians are discussing a problem and a person. This person is the Sith, and the problem is, Lord Bray has a thousand years of life. Is it worth it to save him?
"I must make him look good in a month. The Third Legion has been on the front line of the Abyss for countless years. It does not rely on a talkative alchemist like him, but relies on the countless sacrifices of our legion. How dare he say that his own value is higher than Is it as valuable as Lord Bray's one-thousand-year lifespan? Can a second-level magician be worth as much as the one-thousand-year lifespan of a seventh-level holy magician?" A tall, ferocious-looking magician said to his companions.
The companion beside him nodded, and said with a look of disgust on his face: "Today's young juniors are no longer as down-to-earth as they used to be. They brag about their prowess at every turn. Geniuses, hey, there are countless geniuses who have not grown up. There are countless geniuses who die midway!"
Dialogues like this happen frequently in the Third Army's garrison. Bray has been the commander of the Third Army for who knows how many years. Many magicians here even listen. The legend of Bray grew up, so for them, Bray is like a god, and they do not allow anyone to slander their own gods!
How could he be worthy of a mere second-level magician? How dare he do it?
As time went by, the noise became even worse, because no magician had leaked all the conditions that the heavy-armored man promised to the Sith. For a while, the magicians of the Third Legion were a little bit confused. Difficult to accept!
"Why, why do you have to go and verify this problem? The supplies of the Third Army cannot be wasted!" A magician whispered while looking at the tent on one side, but he did not dare to mention the heavy armored man. name!
There were also magicians who looked away without speaking, with puzzled expressions on their faces. If it was impossible to object to the fact that Legion Commander Bray spent a thousand years of his life, then this move of the Deputy Legion Commander was really inappropriate. Well, in the eyes of these magicians, it would be enough to just drive that kid out of the Third Legion's station. Why waste so much material?
In the central tent, the heavily armored man was sitting quietly meditating. At this moment, someone suddenly walked in from outside the tent. It was also a middle-aged man wearing heavy armor, but his figure was not as majestic as that one.
"Ms. Peggy, why did you agree to that boy's request and why did you send so many materials?" The middle-aged man looked at the heavy-armored man on the side and asked, with hidden anger under his calm face!
The heavily armored man, that is, Peggy slowly opened his eyes. Without looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, he just said lightly: "Ian, then why can't I agree?" The middle-aged magician
Ian did not answer. Peggy's question was just continued: "Sir, the little guys outside have made a fuss and unanimously asked you to get those materials back. The things of the Third Army cannot be wasted!" "Huh?" The heavy-armored
man Peggy's eyes turned around and stared at the middle-aged magician in front of her: "Why, do you want me to come back again? Do you want the face of the Third Legion? Do you want the face of Lord Bray? Do you want it?" Do you want all the magicians on the Abyss frontline to see the jokes of our third legion in the future?"
Although he is already a sixth-level great magician, Ian still feels uncomfortable under this kind of gaze. Staring was like being stared at by the cruelest monster in the abyss, and he felt that the hairs all over his body were about to stand up.
"No, Ms. Peggy, that's not what we mean..."
"That's not what we mean. What does that mean? You all want me to get back the things I gave away. What else can it mean?" Peggy's His eyes were still fixed on him.
Seeing that Ian had lowered his head, Peggy turned her gaze back, looked at the tent quietly and said: "Go back and tell those little guys that the Third Army will not take back what you have given away. , that second-level magician was personally invited in by Mr. Bray. If we drive him out without any tests, where will you put Mr. Bray's face? So, go back and wait with peace of mind. After a month, wait His proof!"
"After all, there are many people who want to know this proof!"
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Sith in the scale space naturally didn't know that the outside world was already making a fuss about him, and all his energy now has been Investing in these magic weapons, the answer is also very simple, because of Bray's one thousand lifespan, and because the Third Legion is such a pure group!
Carefully select all the weapons. Except for the core weapons, the rest can be taken out. They are all weapons that are most suitable for the magician army!
Sith will promote these weapons in a weapons exhibition that has never been seen in this world. Although he is only level 2 now and cannot yet establish a system of mechanical magic, this does not mean that he cannot build his reputation first. This platform of the Three Legions is mutually beneficial to both parties!
Looking at the selected weapon, Sith nodded with satisfaction, and then his consciousness returned to his body.
In the central tent, Peggy looked at Helen in front of her. Her usually unsmiling face was filled with disbelief: "Are you sure Helen? He really said that?"
Helen's delicate face also looked puzzled. : "Yes, sir, that's what he said. We must ask the magicians from the other three legions to come over and let's take a look at his alchemy items together!" Payne, the heavy-armored man, stood up and walked back and forth a few times
. Stepping forward, he suddenly said angrily: "It's not enough to disgrace the Third Legion, why should we throw it to other legions? Does he sincerely want our Third Legion to be unable to hold its head up on the front line of the abyss? No, I have to Go ask the legion commander!"
In a living room in the east city of the fortress, Bray's thin body was sitting on the sofa. The soft sofa seemed to wrap his whole body. Listening to the words of the heavy-armored man in front of him, Bray Suddenly smiled.
"Since that kid wants to do this, let's do it. You go and notify the other three legions, and I'll call those three guys over. You can also tell that kid by the way that I will call the commanders of the other three legions. He's here. If he can't handle it, just wait!"
Payne heard this and said anxiously: "Legion Commander, this is not good. Even though I know what that kid is like, what if he messes up when the time comes? Bray
smiled and said: "Actually, what you want to say is not just in case, but that boy will definitely mess up by then. Don't worry, the old man's eyes are still very real and he won't mess up." Peggy looked at it
. Looking at the legion leader in front of him, he continued: "But..." "
But that's bullshit!" Bray interrupted Peggy's words with a curse word.
"You kid, do you feel that you are powerful these days? Or do you think that I won't be able to survive if I don't live for a thousand years? I am the commander of the third legion. Go back and prepare for me. The little brat is still with me. Return it!"
Payne quickly nodded and saluted, and walked out as if he was running for his life. He said that this is the true face of the Legion Commander. I thought something was wrong before, but the Legion Commander stopped cursing and spoke so kindly. He cursed people. It's still good...
(End of chapter)