Chapter 751
My Empire Chapter 751
2020-11-03
Chapter 751 753 is not a monster"Seriously, compared to you, I'm probably lucky." 2nd row The platoon leader exhaled a puff of white smoke, and the smoke from the burning cigarette between his fingers evaporated and gradually dissipated with the wind.
"My family is from Dothan. I once fantasized that I was special, but when I really found out that I was special, I realized that being special really has a price." He said, There was a cigarette on the side.
"That day, while I was in school, I woke up to my magic, I felt a huge energy surge in my body, and I threw up my own lunch. , everyone thought I had a vicious contagion."
"hahaha!" Burrisson laughed, he could imagine the scene if someone suddenly made such an appearance in the army cafeteria , they will surely laugh at each other for days at a time.
Perhaps, the unlucky guy will even be given a nickname, like a vomit or something...
"Everyone around me laughs like you, But soon they stopped laughing. I lit my textbook and burned my desk to ashes with my hands. I felt like when I set myself on fire, those blazing flames suddenly disappeared Got it." The 2nd platoon leader called the head and talked about himself.
“I was taken out of school and sent to a shelter. When I saw my parents again, they looked at me like they were looking at a monster.” He laughed at himself Laughed, and lit a cigarette for himself with trembling hands.
He didn't have the strength to fight anymore, the magic energy stored in his body had been exhausted, he even hid himself secretly and drank a bottle of magic supplement to save his life.
However, the battle just now was really too tragic. After he reluctantly killed the two white-robed men, he could no longer fight.
Those white robes definitely have the battle strength above Archmage, and they are simply overkill when placed on the front line as ordinary soldiers.
It's a pity that the opponent just doesn't play cards according to the routine, and it is so extravagant to put such a powerful individual battle strength in the position of a war of attrition... Who can reason with this?
"And then?" Burrison saw on the far horizon a white flag waving slightly, a bitter smile on his face.
On the white battle flag, red's magical Fire Emblem flutters in the wind, seemingly declaring his victory and showing off the power of the source of magic.
"I joined the army just when the army wanted someone. Although my file says I'm a mortal turned magician, I never use magic when I'm on a mission, so neither of you Know that I'm a magician." The 2nd platoon leader grinned and laughed, but it was uglier than crying.
There is some dried blood on his face, and there are several bleeding wounds on his body. He may die at any time just sitting here, and the dim blue light in the blood flowing on his robe proves his current weakness.
"I think, we may be dying here today." Burrison saw a few white-robed men, surrounded by an accomplice holding a white battle flag, and were a little bit toward where they were. place close.
"It doesn't matter, at least when I was killed, there was someone with a similar experience to me." The 2nd platoon leader looked at a grenade placed between them and said.
"I'm not a human, I'm a monster." Burrison dropped the cigarette butt and said tiredly.
"I'm a monster too..." The 2nd platoon leader took another puff of cigarette and said in a puff of smoke, "But you have to remember that we are more like a person than many monsters. ."
"I said...you two..." A voice suddenly sounded above their heads, interrupting the tragic atmosphere of dying.
Two people who thought they were dying subconsciously lifted the head and saw a face bigger than the wheel of an armored car.
That's certainly not a human face, it's a grinning, long face of a giant wolf. When it speaks, its bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, which looks very scary.
"It's a shame to interrupt you two, but I still want to tell you that Greken's rescue has arrived..." When the giant wolf spoke, several magicians had already rushed past where they were. Wreck of an armored vehicle.
"Also, what kind of monster are you two?" The giant wolf spoke human's words, sarcastically: "One is a man-made hybrid of our family and human beings, and the other is serious. The magician..."
The giant wolf said, raising his head and humming in a disdainful tone: "According to your standards, there are too many monsters in this world."
Compared to these two poor mortals who lost half their lives under their feet, the lifespan of this giant wolf is much farther away. He has seen countless bizarre and motley things, and naturally he doesn't care about these two mortals who claim to be monsters in front of him.
By the time Burrison wanted to refute the giant wolf, the other party had already leaped high and used a powerful lightning bolt on the black robe magician and the white-robed magician who were fighting together in the distance. .
And on the battlefield, a black robe magician of Greiken has been split in half by a wind blade magic of the white-robed man.
The remaining black robe magicians still did not flinch. They took advantage of their numbers, desperately surrounded these white-robed monsters, and attacked each other with all kinds of powerful magic.
The battlefield was filled with lightning and thunder, burning flames and lightning bolts everywhere. This is what the most common war in this world looks like, this is the real battle in this magical world.
There are only a few people in white robes, but there are dozens of Gricken magicians in black robes, flaming swords lit by magic swinging in the air, the sound of breaking wind and the symphony of gold and iron. The crisp sound can be clearly heard from a distance.
Watching the battle of heaven shaking and earth shattering in the distance, two Alanhill heavy armored grenadiers leaning against the wreckage of the armored car were innocently waiting for someone to come and care about them.
"Hey...we're wounded..." Burrison hummed, "Did someone send us away?"
"Don't leave us alone. !" The 2nd platoon leader no longer had the generosity of dying calmly after a disagreement: "I'm a seriously wounded person, can you help me deal with the wound first?"
Unfortunately, no one cares about them The humming of the two people, the battle over there is still fierce, from time to time the magician of Greiken is killed, and from time to time another magician of Greiken succeeds in raiding.
"Hey...I don't want to die...help!" Before Burrison fell into a coma, he squeezed out this sentence...
(End of this chapter)