He Has a Dragon

There was nothing to do that day, so Wang Le recuperated his energy in the tent where he lived, waiting for the start of the vampire hunting experience mission.

Early the next morning, Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge came together to find Wang Le. After eating and drinking, the three of them followed the trial team, led by Luo Xiong, to the school grounds east of the army camp.

Under a cloudless sky, the late autumn sun seemed very gentle on this morning, giving people a warm feeling.

This made Wang Le, who was in a tense and exciting atmosphere, still feel relaxed and calm as always, enjoying the crisp autumn weather.

Flagpoles as thick as arms are used as fences to form a large school field that is about the size of six football fields. The ground is covered with fine gravel, making it very flat and unobstructed, making it look particularly open.

Wang Le glanced at the densely packed flagpoles around the school grounds. Scarlet red flags without the mythical beasts and dragons were fluttering in the wind in the sun, making hunting sounds.

Invisibly, the entire school ground was particularly solemn and depressing, and this also affected the members of the trial team who walked in unconsciously, and their originally calm emotions began to rise and fall.

After a while, the members of the trial team standing under the parade stage at the school gradually regained their composure and began to take stock of the surrounding arrangements.

A school ground where a large army like this conducts daily martial arts training must have buildings for training and for instructors to rest and work, such as the parade platform in front of the members of the trial team and the continuous pergola in the corner of the school yard next to it.

Today, due to the existence of the trial team, there were no groups of warriors entering for training, so it seemed very quiet and empty, without much popularity.

But this cannot stop Wang Le from imagining the spectacular scene of mountains and forests with swords and dazzling black armor.

Just when Wang Lewei squinted his eyes and was distracted, Fatty Huang next to him touched Young Master Wang with his arm, and then pointed to the middle of the school grounds in the distance, where a dark stone tablet was erected seven to eight feet high and two feet wide.

Wang Le followed Fatty Huang's gaze and turned his attention to the dark stone tablet.

As soon as he glanced at it, Wang Le saw clearly the name written in pure white font on the stone tablet.

Forget it if that's all. The best thing is that these names are moving up and down, alternating with each other, and are not fixed at the original position.

Only the larger pure white fonts on the top of the stele have not moved and are fixed there.

"Xuanjie Battle Merit List.

"The fat man next to him looked at the stone tablet and said softly.

Wang Le's heart moved and he said: "The Xuan level battle merit list we see now is the back of the stone stele. If I guess correctly, then the front of the stone stele should be the earth level battle merit list."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Ge, who was standing on the other side of Wang Le, said: "Third brother, you guessed it right. There are two sides of this battle merit monument, namely the earth level battle merit list and the xuan level battle merit list."

Wang Le first smiled and nodded, and then asked: "Didn't you say that we prepared a combat merit ranking list for the trial team? Why didn't you see it?"

Zheng Ge shook his head and said: "I don't know this either. I can only wait until those heaven-level seniors come to reveal the answer to the mystery."

Fatty Huang, who was still staring at the Xuan-level battle merit list, said with surprise: "How come I don't recognize any of the Xuan-level powerhouses who are ranked in the top three on the battle merit list?"

At this time, the nearby members of the trial team were as shocked as Fatty Huang, because they also did not recognize the top three Xuan-level experts.

For this reason, everyone couldn't help but started talking in low voices.

"I just counted carefully and found that only the top 50 in this Xuan-level battle merit list are ranked in an orderly manner according to the number of points behind each name. However, I don't know most of the Xuan-level powerhouses among them!"

"Where did these powerful Xuan-level men come from, and why don't I recognize them? What a hell!"

"Hey, although Hu Yuanlin is not young, he is also a well-known late-stage Xuan-level powerhouse. There are only a handful of people at the same level who can beat him, but he didn't even make it into the top twenty!"

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For a moment, except for Young Master Wang, who didn't know much about the martial arts world, all the members of the trial team were confused by the Xuan-level battle merit list on the stone tablet, which was completely beyond their expectations.

What followed was a great increase in pressure on these trial team members, especially the names of those unfamiliar Xuan-level experts, which made them feel a deep sense of crisis.

Fatty Huang stopped looking at the dark stone tablet and said to Wang Le and Zheng Ge with a solemn expression: "It seems that these names that are unfamiliar to us are also unknown to other members of the trial team."

"Then the only explanation I can think of, brother, is that they are all hidden trump cards of the martial arts circles, big and small, and now they are finally revealed."

Zheng Ge said with an indifferent expression: "So what, no matter how powerful these Xuan-level warriors are, they have no competition with our trial team. We will be in another ranking list of battle achievements by then."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said quietly: "When we go to the battlefield, it will be hard to say anything. You disciples of famous sects all have good things in the storage stones. , a typical mobile treasure house”

"Uh!" Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge were stunned for a moment, and then their scalps became numb and they didn't know what to say.

Because Wang Le's sudden words revealed potential dangers that the two of them had not yet thought of.

Fatty Huang couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "When you go to the battlefield, you not only have to hunt vampires, but you also have to guard against your own family. In the end, they are all enemies. This is such a fucking headache!"

At this time, several members of the nearby trial team also heard the low-pitched conversations of Wang Le and the other three, and their faces became a little ugly, and their eyes shone with deep worry.

To young geniuses like them, those unfamiliar Xuan-level warriors on the Xuan-level combat merit rankings are like time bombs that will blow up at any time. There will be no place to cry when the time comes.

At this moment, some people in the trial team finally realized that the experience of hunting vampires was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Wang Le didn't say anything more to Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge about this. After all, this kind of thing had already happened, and it was destined to be impossible to change. He could only rely on himself to adapt to and overcome it as much as possible.

Of course, there is no such thing as adaptation and overcoming for Wang Le.

Once on the battlefield, there is no difference between the so-called vampires and the alliance army, because in Wang Le's eyes, there are only enemies. As long as he is his enemy, he will be killed.

But the premise of all this is that one's own strength must be strong enough.

And Wang Le thought that with this strength, he could run unimpeded on the battlefield and face the enemy without fear!

At this moment, Wang Le seemed to have smelled the faint blood coming from the battlefield in the distance, which made him become excited and expectant...