I Have a City in a Different World

"Captain local tyrant?"

Hearing the big man reporting his home, Chen Bo's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he quickly lowered his head to cover it up.

He really heard his grandfather mention this name, and was quite impressed by this senior with a rough personality and a slightly unreliable behavior.

It is said that when the war zone was not established, the local tyrant captain made a lot of jokes and was famous in the entire Holy Dragon City.

Although his acting style is grotesque, this local tyrant captain is a fierce man on the battlefield, leading his army of war beasts to invincible, killing the enemy with fear.

Among the buildings and cities in the Holy Dragon War Zone, there are quite a number of war beast legions. The founder and first legion commander is this excellency.

For such an old senior, Chen Bo's heart is full of respect.

Looking at the war beast with chicken wings and a lazy expression next to it, Chen Bo had no doubts in his heart.

"When I saw this wonderful war beast, I should have thought..."

This war beast of the local tyrant captain is more famous than himself. It is said that this war beast was beaten by him, and the origin of the pair of chicken wings is also very mysterious.

It is said that the strength of this war beast has broken through the king level. In a plane invasion, he single-handedly destroyed the capital of an indigenous monk.

Just looking at it lying lazily on the ground, without the slightest threat, Chen Bo really couldn't associate it with a king-level war beast.

After knowing the identity of the local tyrant captain, Chen Bo actually had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but he was afraid that it would be rude, so he hesitated to speak.

Just when he was very confused,

The communicator beeped to indicate that his grandfather was connected.

"Xiao Bo, what do you have to do to find grandpa?"

The face of a middle-aged man appeared on the communicator, his temples were slightly white, and he was wearing a white cultivator's soft armor.

Looking at Chen Bo's eyes, there is a touch of kindness, and there is a hint of sternness that is not easily discernible.

The white monk soft armor is a special clothing for non-combat monks in the Holy Dragon theater, and its protection is far less than the black combat armor.

The type of battle armor is only used to distinguish job identities, and the attachments mounted vary from person to person, but it does not mean that they are powerless.

Chen Bo's grandfather is a real seven-star cultivator. He used to follow Loucheng to conquer several planes, and the sword in his hand was also full of blood.

Although it is a non-combat occupation, the iron-blooded aura on the cultivator is still very obvious.

"Grandpa, I met your former companion in Shenglong City, and he said he wanted to chat with you."

After hearing Chen Bo's words, his grandfather Chen Song was stunned for a moment, and then asked eagerly, "Who have you met? Where is he? Let grandpa take a look!"

Seeing the always calm grandpa showing such an expression, Chen Bo didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly approached the local tyrant captain.

"Little nerd, do you still recognize me?"

The local tyrant captain smiled and waved at Chen Song, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Commander, is that you, Commander?"

The moment he saw the local tyrant captain, Chen Song's face was full of surprises. While talking with a smile, there was a glittering light in his eyes.

"It's not me, who else could it be? I haven't seen you for decades. Your kid's appearance has changed a lot!"

The local tyrant captain took a sip of wine and said with a smile.

"As you know, Legion Commander, my cultivation talent is too poor. If I hadn't gone to the rift territory, I would have never had the chance to be promoted to the lord cultivator in this life.

It is also for this reason that the appearance makes him look a lot older, but this is also good, and he appears more stable. "

Chen Song explained with a big smile, and at the same time looked at the local tyrant captain seriously, and said in a nostalgic tone: "But you have not changed much, the army commander. You are still the same as you used to be, and you look very powerful."

The local tyrant captain laughed, pointed at Chen Song and scolded: "The thing that impressed me the most back then was that you guys from the original world, all of you were slippery and oily.

On weekdays, he is best at flattering his beards, trying to learn skills from me by changing his methods, and he will not give up until he achieves his goals.

You said you don't have to go to the battlefield one by one, why do you need to learn the things that are killed on the battlefield, and what's wrong with manipulating those metal bumps honestly? "

Chen Song on the other end scratched his head slightly embarrassed when he heard the words, as if he was a little embarrassed.

At this time, his appearance was not like a core cultivator of Loucheng at all, but more like a hairy boy.

"Controlling those armed robots, where can you control the beasts, and it's fun to go to battle in person.

Since I was a child, I have hoped that I could fly to the sky, and see that I have the opportunity to realize my dream, how could I miss it so easily. "

Chen Song explained with a guilty conscience. After hesitating for a few breaths, he asked the local tyrant captain: "Legion Commander, I heard that one of your barbarian planes suffered some injuries. Are you recovering now?"

Hearing Chen Song's words, the local tyrant captain sighed and nodded lightly at him.

"It's hard for you to care about our brothers after you left the Holy Dragon City, which is considered a kind and righteous.

Don't worry, I'm fine, I will rest for twenty or thirty years, and then I will still be able to fight and kill the enemy. "

Hearing the words of the local tyrant captain, both Chen Bo and Chen Song fell silent at the same time.

It takes twenty or thirty years to cultivate, which is enough to prove that the local tyrant captain was seriously injured, and it is quite lucky to be able to appear in front of them alive now.

Chen Song was silent for a moment, and asked in a slightly hoarse tone: "Then the brothers who went on the expedition with you, are you all right now?"

The local tyrant captain looked a little sad, raised his head and took a sip of wine, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"At the beginning, we were trapped in a monster lair by the gang of indigenous monks, and countless monsters surrounded our brothers.

It took a whole day and night to kill those monsters, but many of the brothers who participated in the war have already died.

I held my breath and killed the leaders of those monsters. I thought I would sleep with those brothers, but I was rescued in the end.

Because of the heavy losses, this incident even alarmed the Lord of the City. He stopped cultivating in the middle and went to the battlefield to collect the remnants of the dead brothers.

But even so, there are still more than 100 brothers whose souls are broken and cannot be saved again. "

When the local tyrant captain said this, his tone became much lower, and he raised his head and took a gulp of wine.

Seeing the brothers who have been with each other for decades, dying in front of him one by one, perhaps only he knows the pain in his heart.

Chen Song sighed and comforted him: "You don't have to blame yourself too much, Legion Commander, since the day you became a monk in Loucheng, we are destined to be blood-stained in the battlefield one day.

Being able to fight vigorously to the last moment, there will be no regrets in this life. I believe that those brothers who are under Jiuquan will never regret their original choice. "

After hearing Chen Song's words, the local tyrant captain smiled, raised the jug and took another sip.

"Stinky boy, hurry up and put away your shit, it sounds nauseous.

After all, I have fought in more than a dozen planes, and the corpses of the enemies who died in my hands can be piled up into a mountain, so there is nothing to look at.

I happened to meet your grandson today, I will take him to the inner city for a walk, and let him take a good look, what is the starting place of our holy dragon war zone?

Although cultivators do not speak of old age, the potential of this younger generation cannot be underestimated. They have better cultivation conditions and more knowledge than ours.

Even the Lord of the City has said that if the Holy Dragon War Zone wants to grow and develop, these young people are the real main force.

So what we old guys have to do now is to cultivate quietly, and worry less about nothing.

When these young people really can't hold back, let's come forward and find a place for them. "

Hearing the slightly rogue words of the local tyrant captain, Chen Song smiled and nodded, while giving Chen Bo an encouraging look at the side.

"Since you have the opportunity to participate in the final competition, you must do your best, and don't let Grandpa down."

Chen Bo nodded in agreement, while quietly clenching his fists, making up his mind secretly.

In the process of the rise of the Holy Dragon War Zone, the senior monks wrote countless legends, and every time they heard it, their blood boiled.

Now that the new generation of monks has grown up, their own names may not appear in the legendary stories heard by the next generation.

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