The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

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"Where are you going?"

On the vast and boundless grassland, the huge arenas with a diameter of one kilometer are like marching formations, arranged neatly, and at first glance, they have a sense of grandeur and grandeur.

This feeling is not a compliment of superb skills and craftsmanship, but a sigh of "big".

If such a landscape of creation appeared on the continent of Darvia, it would surely cause a shock.

Even if it is the age of steam, construction machinery has developed to a fairly good level, which is extremely rare.

And at this moment, it was accompanied by the colorful, ambiguous vindictiveness, magical brilliance, and the splendid magical aura that resembled fireworks.

Such a scene is even more magnificent.

It is really like the fireworks that bloomed in the sky at the time of the new year at the time of the old and new, bright and beautiful, with shocking colors.

However, such a scene, in this place, on this isolated alien planet, is just ordinary.

After all, transcendents are fighting or something, it's really normal to have such a performance.

Not to mention, it's not normal for a silver rank battle without special effects.

Even if it is Allen, he believes in the invincibility of flat A, but it is really enough to watch.

So, watching Ellen walking around like flowers, Leonard was a little puzzled about this, and he was very curious about what he was looking for.

"Are you looking for Uncle Delia, Aunt Kelly and them?"

Leonard asked again.

"No, I'm looking for Mellock."

Allen wandered his eyes, inspected the surroundings, and said without turning his head.

"Mylock?"

Leonard was taken aback for a moment, then as if thinking of something, "Mallock Dracula!"

"Yes, that guy."

"Why are you looking for him?"

Hearing his friend's question, Alan's lips did not move, but the spiritual network with excellent sealing and confidentiality was already constructed and set up between the two.

"This game, Caesar's personal arrival is problematic, right?"

"Yeah."

"Uncle Delia and Aunt Kelly should know something, but it may be to keep it secret, or it may be to protect us, so they didn't tell us the details."

"It seems so."

"But although I don't know much information, is it possible for the conservatives to infer from the contradictions and conflicts of interest?"

"Yes."

"It is indeed difficult to find a needle in a haystack, but it is feasible to find the end of the thread and explore it."

Having said that, Alan's eyes, who was looking around, couldn't help but narrowed slightly, bending a very sharp arc, not very soft, but like a scimitar with sharp edges.

"But the contestants on the conservative side are unlikely to know too much, and those Alec are old foxes."

"So, starting from another aspect is a better choice."

Hearing this, Leonard also understood Alan's meaning.

"So you chose Milok, you think he has a problem."

"Yeah." Allen nodded, "To be precise, it is the Dracula family behind him, or a bigger one, the eight clans of the blood family."

"Although we all know that Mylock Dracula is the target of the blood race on the bright surface, but his ability to appear here has already explained something."

"It's as if Caesar appeared here."

"You want to say that they want to restore the glory of the vampire empire, I believe, but they can't make a decision in one go. They must have a careful plan."

After Allen determined the direction of the target, he walked away, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up with a joking arc.

"In the Darvia continent, where the power and the status of interests are almost fixed, they want to achieve their goals, or they will set off a huge change, completely end this era, and start their own era."

"Either, they just take advantage of the situation, take advantage of their strength, and have a place within the rules."

"But the former is impossible, right." Leonard and Allen stood side by side and said.

"Well, even the dragon race, a race outside the expedition, dare not start disputes and resort to arrogance, but choose this way of competition to solve the problems left over in history."

"They have been beaten to the ruined country and they can only send to the losers under the fence. How can they have the power to overturn the world, how can they make their own voice."

"If they really walked a path, it would not be described as mentally retarded, because they must all be crazy."

"Even if they can't even pass the Dawn Empire level, they will be killed so that they lose their armor and abandon their armor and sink again."

"And for them who can't keep up with this big era, there will be no future."

"So, anyone with a little brain would not do it."

Leonard nodded slightly, seeming to agree with Allen's statement, "Then, if they have the idea of ​​regaining their glory and reproducing their glory, what they can do is to use external forces to do it step by step within the scope permitted by the rules. Complete the goal, right?"

"Well, that's what I think."

"Compared with the road behind, the road that is almost universally enemy, turned over the whole world with its own strength, this road relies more on cooperation, allies and allies."

"In this case, the old school is an excellent target for them."

"Indeed, there is no conflict of interest, and there are even many places where you can leverage each other. To be honest, these two forces are indeed a very suitable pairing."

Leonard stroked his chin, affirming Allen's statement.

"Yeah, you think so too."

Having said this, Allen sneered, seemingly disdainful.

"Although I don't know what Caesar and the others are working on, it is a good choice to change the direction and see what these people are preparing to make trouble."

With that said, the target was already close in front of Allen and Leonard's moving speeds far beyond normal.

Looking at the scarlet blood light and the dark and deep purple-black light trembling on the ring, Alan's face was flat, but his tone was not eager or slow, with a calm demeanor of his own.

"It's just that they don't understand that if there is no strong power or deep enough foundation, then a country built with the help and support of others is like a bunker on the beach, which looks gorgeous and exquisite, but it is invincible and fragile. Unbearable, it may die at any time."

Leonard didn't speak, he just looked at the ring, his eyes were a bit disdainful.

On the ring, the luxurious clothes on Mylock Dracula, who had originally looked like an elegant nobleman, were now sparse and tattered, and there were only fragments of the ragged ones left, hanging on the body, swaying with the wind, as if they might fall at any time.

Some deep and shallow scars have also been hung on his body. The deep ones are enough to see the bones, while the shallow ones can also vaguely see the muscle fibers.

According to the truth, this kind of injury is not serious. For the transcendent of the silver rank, it is only a minor injury, and it can even be regarded as an epidermal injury.

After all, not even a few bones were broken, and on the surface that it didn't even affect the combat power, it was too unusual.

Not to mention racial superiority, just the resilience of the Silver-tier transcendents can recover without leaving any troubles in just one or two hours.

And counting the superiority of Melok's own blood race, it is even more so.

To be reasonable, if it is normal, this kind of injury has just been marked out, and it should be gone in a few minutes.

But in fact, Milok's injury still showed no signs of healing. Scarlet blood oozes from the wound, staining his clothes red, rendering a little **** smell.

It made the atmosphere of the somewhat solemn arena even more depressing.

It can be seen that on the wound on Milo's body, there is a looming purple-black brilliance, which complements the scarlet luster, which looks very beautiful, but in fact, it is like a copper wall and iron wall, so that Milo's superb recovery ability can't play a role.

To be honest, just by looking at Milok, you will definitely think that his opponent is extraordinary and powerful, and he is definitely a good character.

However, in fact, the reaction of Alan and Leonard is like this.

"This is really weak!"

With that, Allen curled his lips in disdain, his tone full of disdain.

"Yeah, so weak!"

Leonard also couldn't bear to look at it, his eyes were full of contempt, as if he hadn't expected this scene at all.

The two were around the arena, not surrounded by others.

But in the end, everyone in twos and threes came to the same conclusion.

"This guy is so weak!"

The interjection is generally the same, with a look and expression, and an incomparable look.

Both Ellen and Leonard had thought about everything before they came. They thought that Mellock would show off his power and beat the breeze of the blood clan. They also thought that Mellock had encountered a strong enemy and were fighting endlessly, and even thought that the other party would hide their strength. , Make a well-matched posture.

But I never thought that the other party could be so weak.

Faced with a high-ranking silver drow who can only be regarded as close to the silver peak at best, they have played so hard.

Doesn't it seem to be a problem? Even in this game, this one is not a weaker.

But you know, Mellock Dracula himself is the pinnacle of silver.

And compared to the drow, the blood family has no natural advantages.

Even if you really want to say it, the kinship winning rate theoretically needs to be three points higher.

As a result, he played such a look.

"His previous game, do you know that his strength is at this level?"

Alan was a little curious. He took a look at the drow who was Mellock’s opponent, and determined that the opponent is not the kind of super genius who can go beyond the ranks. At most, he is only an elite warrior who has experienced many battles before facing him. Leonard asked.

After all, he knew that compared to friends who collected more information, he was really not very proficient in this area.

"Emmm, no."

Seems to be anxious by Alan's "you tease me" expression, Leonard quickly added.

"Really not. The players he met before were either much weaker than him, or much stronger than him. He really hasn't encountered an opponent whose strength on paper is a little bit worse."

"So, everyone really doesn't know that he has so little combat experience and so poor combat ability."

Leonard also seemed to be a little speechless. He raised his eyes and looked at the battle style on the field again, and said speechlessly.

However, as if thinking of something general, he asked Alan with a dignified expression: "You said, is this his disguise?"

Lifting his eyes and staring at the scene on the ring, Allen shook his head, "It doesn't look like it."

"He lacks that ‘blood gas’."

After getting Allen's affirmation, Leonard couldn't help but breathe again, "Good fellow, it's really surprising!"

For Allen's affirmation, Leonard still believed.

After all, the opponent's talent in perceiving this aspect is indeed something to be done.

"Why do you think he is?"

Seeing Michael who was stabbed in the stomach by the drow with a scar on the corner of his eye, Leonard twitched his mouth and said in confusion.

"I don't know, it's impossible to show how weak you are."

Alan also didn't understand, rubbed his chin, and asked generally.

"In other words, when he has cultivated to this level, hasn't he experienced actual combat?"

Allen sighed and looked at Mellock, who had completed the basic training of combatants at the most, completely unable to understand how the opponent was.

"The blood family itself is the silver race. The opponent can become the patriarch of the Dracula family, the patriarch of the blood family, then the blood family must be extremely noble, and it is also one of the best in the blood family."

"So, if the ordinary blood race is the first level of silver in adulthood, it is really possible for him to reach the peak of silver directly."

"In other words, in a strict sense, he really didn't cultivate himself. He naturally reached this level when he fell asleep."

"Okay, it sounds like the dragon clan." Allen rolled his eyes and vomited.

Leonard smiled and did not answer.

"It's impossible to practice combat skills alone. It can even be said that if you reach a certain level, you need to fight to achieve a qualitative breakthrough."

"The other party, as the patriarch of the blood clan~www.wuxiaspot.com~, with a high level of authority, it is basically impossible for him to end up in person. Therefore, he is naturally lacking in this aspect of experience."

Allen said in a deep voice, "More than that, I guess there is also the reason why the blood race itself is outside the empire system."

"The basic policy of maintaining stability within the empire is unwavering for a long time. This is the unified will of the entire upper level. Even if someone has any private thoughts, there is not the slightest noise on the surface."

"In this process, whether it is internal chaos, violence, or external friction, or local war, it will be resolved by the relevant departments of the empire."

"Since the kinsmen have not chosen to join the empire, they also lack a suitable platform and effective way to temper themselves and accumulate experience."

"In this way, how can they have sufficient combat effectiveness if they lack combat training."

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