A strange world

Chapter 778 Section 9. Secret Weapon

Today is Lyric's last day at the military camp.

One hundred Hellfire soldiers stood in two rows, chests high and hands behind their backs.

Three months of hard training gave them dark skin and strong bodies.

If his nephew had worked half as hard as them, he wouldn't have died in the rat tide...

Lyric thought happily, but continued to keep a straight face, looking inhumane.

"Today is the last day. I have trained you for three months, and two professionals have appeared..." Lyric glanced at some soldiers who quietly puffed up their chests: But I am not very satisfied! "

"Have you ever really killed an enemy with your own strength?"

Lyric ignored a hundred angry looks and slowly took off his coat.

"Just pulling the trigger? Even a spinner's pussy can do that!"

Finally, he took off his wrist guards and wore only a set of Fast clothes. He waved to the soldiers who had been with him day and night for three months: "Let me see what you are capable of now."

The soldiers didn't move.

"Why are you standing still? You don't even have the courage to fight with humans? Then when you see rat-men on the battlefield, you should run away quickly...a bunch of cowards."

Finally, someone couldn't help it anymore - the only two professionals in the team stepped forward one after another, and they led the others to rush out.

Lyric was instantly overwhelmed by a hundred soldiers. He could see nothing but the rising dust and shouts.

Ten minutes later, soldiers fell all around. Lyric still stood there, his face bruised and swollen, breathing rapidly.

But he still won, relying on the physique and combat skills of an elite warrior to defeat a hundred soldiers.

This is the cruel gap between professionals and ordinary people.

Lyric stood up straight again: "Do you see the gap between you and me? Without that musket, you are nothing!"

The soldiers got up silently and said nothing.

"So remember, it was Lord Annan who gave you the future!" Lyric's tone gradually softened, and he rubbed his chin and grinned: "But I almost lost... What a group of great guys. Go get it with this energy. A champion!"

The soldiers looked at each other and gathered around in tacit understanding.

"What do you want to do?"

"Thank you, Instructor Lyric." One of the professionals said gratefully, and then grabbed his arm.

The others rushed forward, and Lyric was caught off guard, lifted up, thrown into the air, and then caught and thrown up.

"Damn it! I'm not a child, put me down -"

But the smile still appeared on Lyric's face.

Lyric didn't say anything, but he was already very proud of these young men in his heart.

One hundred civilians without any talent, relying on three months of hard training, gave birth to two professionals, second only to the elite squad of the Guards Corps trained by the Lord of Annan City.

The same scene occurred throughout the camp.

Three months of contact allowed them to form a friendship. Some instructors took in some students, and some even chose to become members of the Hellfire Legion.

How happy they were at this moment, how sad the other two legions were.

Obviously, Hellfire is regarded as the main army. They were the first to expand and install the latest weapons and equipment. They did not need patrols or guards. Their only mission was to eliminate the enemies of Liberty City.

"We can only stay in Liberty City and protect the adults." Standing at the gate of the camp, Losi complained.

"Be content, we are going anywhere. You don't know how bad some places are." Jack only felt that Losey was sarcastic.

"How could it be? Didn't it say that the vampires are full of handsome men and beauties, and there are flowers everywhere?"

"Then let's change?"

Luo Xi chuckled: "I'm not stupid."

Losey and Jack can only hope that in tomorrow's game, the elite team can give the Hellfire Legion a lesson.

Femi came from a distance, Losi and Jack showed false smiles, reached out and touched their fists.

"what are you guys saying?"

Femi said in a low voice. His composure made him seem more than ten years older than both of them.

"We are talking about..."

"Krian...I don't know how he is." Losi sighed.

Annan's reputation has spread throughout the Middle-Earth, and the North has been gathering survivors. He should know about Free City...

"He has no face to show up again." Jack sneered, "If he dares to come out, I will let him taste my cowhide boots."

When Jack became the legion commander, Kerian had already left. Without the friendship of fighting side by side, he simply regarded Kerian as a bastard who betrayed Annan and them.

Losey hesitated to speak, wanting to say that Kerian was not that bad, maybe there was something hidden...but people always change.

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A new day has arrived.

Everywhere in Liberty City looked like a grand opening ceremony.

Residents dressed in the colors of their favorite teams took to the streets to share food. Spectators who did not buy tickets gathered outside the Master's Tower, looking up at the arena projected by the Master's Tower with flying colorful flags.

Annan sat in the front row, Olmedo and Itilia sat on both sides, and behind them were Fast and others.

Olmedo was whispering to Annan: "I thought you would let soldiers fight, but I didn't expect it would be through football."

"We can't let them shoot each other with magic guns. The legion that survives in the end wins, right?"

Only an abyss demon can do such a thing.

Annan already knew the final result of the bet between the Hellfire Legion and the instructors from Femi, so he told the soldiers of the elite team before entering the field: No mercy.

Two teams enter the game: the Hellfire Legion and the Guards Legion.

The Hellfire Legion has better coordination, but the Guards Legion with all professionals is twice as strong.

"Annan, who do you think can win?" Itilia asked.

"Guards Corps." Annan didn't even think about it.

"Because you trained them?"

"Actually, I haven't trained much..." Annan told the truth, "I believe they can win because of their secret weapon..."

"What is that? Is it related to fish!" Layla's head popped up next to Itilia.

"secret."

The two teams each sent ten players to the field, and the game began with the cheers of the audience.

Annan hopes to recall the past through the game, but just like Jack and Rose's love story on the ship turned into the Wizard's Tower... this game is destined to be changed beyond recognition.

Liberty City's football rules allow physical collisions, which are equivalent to the rules of football and rugby. As soon as the whistle blew, the Guards quickly gathered together. The professionals behind them cast spells, released the magician's hands, raised the football, and then were guarded by the team members and rushed towards the Hellfire goal.

Mr. Fast said suspiciously: "Something doesn't seem right..."

Annan, who was holding his forehead, raised his head: "In the past, soldiers were ordinary people, but now they are professionals, and there is also a spell caster. Isn't it normal to be like this?"

Itilia listened quietly, the corners of her mouth curved.

It turns out that this is the secret weapon Annan said.