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"How is No. 134?"

"It's very strange, Commander Cronos." The military doctor frowned, his expression was indescribable. In addition to the doctor's expression, there was also the researcher's special enthusiasm.

"Based on our examination, he's fine. He's rather healthy. But his occasional tiredness is real."

Cronos held his hands and asked calmly, "Fatigue?"

"According to his own words, he occasionally felt an extremely tired feeling of weakness, like training for three days in a row. And after that feeling of tiredness appeared, his body also suffered considerable damage. Fortunately, He himself has a good physique and strong recovery ability, so there is no hidden injury."

"It's been five days, how many times has it appeared?"

"Thirteen times, sir." There was exclamation in the doctor's voice. "He's like a bull, he's incredibly resilient. And he's been training himself these days."

"What about the interval and regularity of these thirteen times?"

"There's no pattern, sir. Sometimes none a day, sometimes up to five times a day. It happens during eating, walking, training, and even sleeping."

Cronos quickly recalled the information on this No. 134, a highlander, physically strong, of the right age, and took the initiative to join the army. The family is a proud family with both parents from Noxus veterans. He had just joined the army for less than two months. Due to his outstanding performance in the recruit camp, he was specially transferred to the Immortal Fortress and handed over to Kronos for training.

Under his subordinates, the soldiers do not need names for the time being, so they will call him by numbers.

With a wave of his hand, Kronos said lightly to the doctor accompanying the army: "Continue to monitor, and if there is any situation, be sure to notify me as soon as possible. Inform the people he has contacted... No, forget it, notify Sri Lanka. Wein, I will extend the training time of all soldiers in the training camp for another two months. No one will be allowed to go out or enter during this time."

Things are in trouble.

The footsteps of the army doctor walking away seemed monotonous and gentle in his ears, and Kronos' mood became very bad at this time - he was not sure whether it was the Nurgle plague, but one thing, he was very clear.

It is absolutely impossible for a normal person to have that kind of situation, and nothing will happen by accident. Especially in his view of Astarte, behind any slight disturbance may be their handwriting.... Kronos can't help but start to worry, he can't tolerate this world A plague of Nurgle appears.

Among the four gods of chaos,

Slaanesh loves those who want to have fun, and artists are his number one target. Tzeentch's followers tend to be intellectually superior, while Khorne is simpler, he only wants pure and powerful warriors. But Nurgle is different, as His name is....Hidden Nurgle.

No matter what you look like, if you will, He will give you a little of His love with the utmost selflessness. This also caused one thing. The losses caused by Nurgle to the Empire were often the most serious of the four gods. Some of those strange plagues may start with just an itching, or a tiny sneeze.

But it has developed to the back... the overwhelming Nurgling, no humanoid, dripping with mucus, with pustules, and the Nurgle believers whose breath is full of bacteria and viruses, even when they look at it, they feel their own The eyes are affected.

Kronos lowered his head, Astarte stood in the aisle of the medical room, the huge body blocked the surrounding lights, and the shadows took over the majority. His breathing was extremely steady and long, and he didn't seem to be affected by the current situation at all. But only he knew how anxious he was at this moment - this was the home of a new primarch!

Moreover, it will bring a lot of support to the empire in the future. The magical local strength and the tenacity of human beings here have been seen by Kronos. Even if it is placed in the cold and cruel galaxy, it can still play a role. If it is destroyed before it develops, let alone what others think, Kronos himself cannot forgive himself.

But he can't do anything - the one who can do it is still in another world.

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Jarvan gritted his teeth and got up from the ground. He was covered in dust, and his right cheek was bruised. And the opponent standing opposite him was not much better. One of the opponent's eyes was swollen. Seeing this scene, Jia Wen couldn't help showing a scheming smile.

No way, the opponent is much stronger than him, in order to win, he must limit the opponent's field of vision, so as to prepare for his ultimate move.

He'd been with the Silent Wolves for a week, and Thane wasn't lying. No one gave him any undeserved eyes, on the contrary, he was quickly accepted. The one who practiced against him was the leader of his combat team, Klein.

He was such a terrible warrior. When Jarvan caught a glimpse of his unshakable expression, he couldn't help sighing inwardly.

"Get ready," Klein said suddenly, and then stomped on the ground, the sand flew up, and with the strength of that moment, he quickly came to Jarvan. In unarmed combat, it is important to control the distance between each other. Jarvan naturally knew this, his pupils clenched—he had felt Klein's fist.

He didn't want to get another slap in the face.

Thinking of this, Jarvan quickly raised his fist to protect his chin, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the crowd around. They were silent and didn't make a sound to disturb the pair's practice between the two. When they're done fighting, someone will come to replace them. And you don't have to worry about your hands. Noxus's military physicians are very skilled, and those from the Crimson Secret Society are behind them.

It can be said that as long as they are not killed on the spot, they can all be rescued. Therefore, this kind of pair training can be said to be without taboos, and even kicking the genitals is allowed.

Klein's fist slammed hard on his left arm, which was deliberately protruding to protect his chin and ribs, causing a burst of numbness. Jarvan exhaled lightly and flicked left and right while maintaining his defense. His purpose was very simple, as long as he didn't get knocked down.

But Klein is also a veteran of hand-to-hand combat. How could he not know what Jarvan was thinking?

Another ferocious straight punch, Klein took a swing punch with ease and ease, followed by a knee strike and a leg whip. With a combination of skills, the ultimate move that Jia Wen had prepared could not be used at all. In battle, it is very dangerous to be beaten passively. Although the physical consumption of the attacker is greater, the defender will also bear some psychological pressure.

such as pain.

It hurts when you get hit, it's a simple truth. At this moment, Jia Wen felt extremely intense pain. He had just been kicked by Klein with his whip leg in his right calf. The pain there was burning, and there was no doubt that it was definitely swollen. Even moving is a bit of a problem.

Heck. He cursed secretly, lowered his head suddenly, and threw Klein to the ground. The martial arts favored by the Demacian royal family also taught how to use ground techniques. Although they advocated that they would never fight people close-handed if they could use a sword, it was also impossible not to teach them. Ground technology is also a necessary knowledge as there is no way to do it.

Taking advantage of Klein's dazed moment when he fell to the ground, Jia Wen quickly grabbed his thigh, then turned his body upside down, clamped his head between his legs, and wrapped his arms around his thigh, suddenly exerting strength. If all goes well, this will be enough to end the battle.

It's a pity that there is only one reason for Klein to be the team leader: he is good enough to play.

He grabbed Jarvan's arm with both hands, as the saying goes, an arm can't twist a thigh. But at this moment, he showed his arms twisting his thighs, and those two exaggeratedly strong arms actually forcibly broke the thighs that locked Jarvan's head.

Hit here, victory or defeat is divided.

With a wry smile, Jia Wen let go of his posture, lay down on the ground, and said lazily, "Team leader, you should let me a little bit. I'm a recruit."

Klein rolled over and stood up and pulled him up easily. The bearded soldier looked indifferent: "The enemy will not let you. Besides, you don't have to call me team leader. We are each other's brothers when we are not at war."

He pointed to Jarvan's thigh. "Come with me, we're going to the doctors, or you won't want to walk after tonight."

"Is it that serious?"

Klein said without changing his face, "In order to retaliate for hitting me in the eye, I deliberately used a little more strength when I whipped my legs."

"Are you trying to fight me?"

The other party spread his hands and stopped talking. Seeing this, Jarvan could only curl his lips, then followed behind him and went to the doctors' place. Behind them, the vacated sand was quickly occupied by two other fighters, who soon fought together.

In all fairness, he's been here many times, but he can't get used to it - for no other reason, it's too quiet.

The doctors lived in another camp, which had just been built. It was a wooden house with a white top, which was easy to identify. Klein took him around here skillfully, and it didn't take long before he found his goal. As he knocked on the door, he said to Jarvan, "Be careful, this doctor has a bad temper. You'd better learn to be smart."

"Otherwise? Will he refuse to give me treatment?"

"It's her... No, she won't refuse, but it will make you very painful." Klein twitched when he said this.

Not long after, a female voice came from inside, impatiently: "Who is it?"

"Doctor Lemantha, it's me, Klein."

"Tsk." A woman in a vest opened the wooden door impatiently and stood at the door with no intention of letting them in. She glanced up and down at Klein and Jarvan behind him, and that gaze made Jarvan shrink his neck unconsciously.

"You can't have snacks when you guys are fighting? Although I am indeed your team's military doctor, you don't come to me every day, do you?"

"Training each other, physician. This is what General Shane ordered. It's an ancient tradition, not a fight..."

Lemantha rolled her eyes: "It's alright, come in, remember to close the door. I just woke up and don't want to blow the wind."

The two followed her into the door, and Jarvan closed the door lightly—just kidding, no idiot would deliberately offend the doctor. He's not an idiot with no brains.

The wooden house is divided into two parts, the consultation room and the bedroom of the military physician. They came all the way to the consultation room. The decoration here is very simple, two chairs, a wooden bed, and nothing else.

Hearing the sound from the bedroom, Jarvan asked softly, "So, how is this doctor's medical skills?"

"You can rest assured about this." Klein nodded. "She likes to drink, sleep late, and has a bad temper during working hours. Her medical skills are unquestionable. Otherwise, she would not have been selected into our Silent Wolf Legion as a military physician."

Jarvan smiled. For some reason, he had some anticipation for the upcoming treatment—that Dr. Lemantha had wheat-colored skin and a pretty good figure. Seeing her wearing a vest and opening the door, she must have a bold style. ......

Klein knew what he was thinking by seeing his expression. The bearded man shook his head sympathetically: I won't tell him that Dr. Lemantha likes women... After all, I too I would love to see him laugh.

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A blue light flashed, and the two appeared in the wilderness.

"...it feels amazing."

Gwendelyn changed her clothes, no longer wearing the white and exquisite robe, and she also took off her golden helmet. She was now wearing travel breeches and a comfortable, snug top, with an aristocratic hood with delicate lace on her head that could cover her face.

"what you mean?"

Gwendelyn didn't answer, she looked around, and before she knew it, a smile appeared on her face: "Have you always been so free? The shuttle between worlds... It's unimaginable. "

"Now you should believe that I have a solution?"

"I've always believed in you." Gwendelyn turned around, a smile in her eyes. "Your Excellency is the captain of the Dark Moon Sword, my reliable and loyal knight. I don't trust you, so who else can I trust?"

The tongue-in-cheek ancient English was tactfully and pleasantly spoken by her, and that expression made He Shenyan unconsciously raise the corners of his mouth.

It's a great feeling to be trusted unconditionally.

"Then. UU reading www.uukanshu.com " He raised his hands and the ground began to tremble. This piece of wilderness where no one exists began to change out of thin air, the soil spread out, the stones hidden in the ground emerged from the ground, and lightly flew into the sky, being easily transformed under the action of an unknown force.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a magnificent building that was indistinguishable from Ilusil rose up from the ground and appeared in front of Gwendrin.

The breeze blew, and her white hair swayed gently. The moonlight of Runeterra shone on her face, and a special feeling began to fill her heart.

"Sir... there's no need to do this." She said softly.

"I understand the feeling of being forced to leave home..." He Shenyan replied in the same soft voice, but when he was about to say the next sentence, he was blocked by soft lips.

After a while, Gwendelyn ran up the stairs alone, her ears flushed: "This is a reward for Qing, don't think too much."

"......"

He Shenyan stood silent for a while, and decided not to tell her to tilt her head when kissing, otherwise she would touch her nose.