Bright Era

The proud Arda returned to the Golden Rose Hotel, quietly waiting for the arrival of Lilian and the girls.

When he was persuading Enzo and Vic just now, he used some soul secrets. His father Altut, the Pope of the Soul Cult, as the only son of Altut, Arda naturally also has a strong knowledge in soul spells, but he was purely a lecherous dude in the past and did not have the opportunity to play himself. Only these advantages.

But today, he used his soul to whisper some bad thoughts into the souls of Enzo and Vic.

Enzo and Vic have been suppressed and bullied for so many years. They were born to death on the battlefield. They have long buried a volcano of murderous and resentment in their hearts. Some fighters who have experienced **** battlefields and slaughterhouses will suffer from various psychological diseases. They become incompatible with society and will kill people at every turn once something happens.

Enzo and Vic actually had serious psychological problems a long time ago, and they were nothing more than relying on a strong cultivation base and perseverance to support them. But Arda suddenly informed them about Lin Qi, which directly destroyed the strongest and most fragile pillar in their hearts. Then Arda used the soul secret method to guide him badly, and the evil thoughts in Enzo and Vic's hearts were naturally out of control.

"I'm helping you, two bastards!" Arda twisted his **** and returned to his suite. The maids who had been crippled by him for three hours of fighting in the afternoon have disappeared, and his room has been carefully treated. The cleaning and tidying up, all the bedding and utensils have been replaced with brand new ones, and a new fierce battle can be carried out.

Stripping off her clothes, Alda rushed to the bathroom, humming and washing her body. He fell in love with all kinds of extravagant enjoyment of the ground world, such as the luxuriously furnished bathroom with luxurious functions in the Golden Rose Hotel. Alda simply loves this place. If he has nothing to do, he can take a shower and make his skin better, right?

"I'm helping you, if it weren't for me, sooner or later you would be mentally out of balance!"

"The soul mage can not only play with and destroy the soul, we are also the doctor of the soul!"

"Occasionally kill people, set fires, find a few beautiful women to be happy and happy, it is good for physical and mental health!"

Twisting Bai Huahua's body in the boiling hot water, Arda triumphantly took the wine bottle and puffed up the wine. "Oh, Lillian, my little Lillian, how many girls will you bring? One? No! Two? No! At least seven or eight girls should be brought here, otherwise the strong Alda-sama will let It is better for you to die than to live!"

Not to mention that Alda was coquettish in the hotel, Vic had already sneaked out of the black jail and had not disturbed anyone and sneaked into the Dunelker garrison camp. As an assassin in the lower ranks of the heavens, the soldiers who patrol and guard at night are the strongest but their status. Where can they find Vic?

Enzo's army is an outlier of the Dunelker garrison, and they are organized as an independent team. Of course, with Enzo's rank being demoted to lieutenant, the original team has now been compressed into an ordinary brigade.

Among the Dungee garrison camps, Enzo’s barracks were the most remote. It was more than two hundred meters away from the other barracks. In a sparse grove, there were rows of dilapidated cabins. It is now the residence of all Enzo's subordinates.

In other parts of the camp, the night patrol sentry passed by once every three to five minutes, and in this remote corner, the night patrol soldiers would occasionally come to patrol for half an hour. The generals of the garrison did not pay much attention to the safety here, which gave Vic and others a convenient opportunity. They could basically enter and leave the camp freely at night without being known.

Among the rows of wooden houses, only one cabin was lit. Long Gen, the leader of the Blood-Clothed Seven Musketeers, was sitting at a small square table, looking sadly at a tattered account book. A small pencil shivered poorly in his big hand, and it could be crushed by him at any time. Long Gen was extremely depressed. There were only three gold coins, twelve silver coins and a pile of coppers left on the team. No matter how you looked at it, this little money could only support one or two days of food expenses.

This time, under the attack of the Odin Saint Guard, more than three hundred brothers were barely saved, but all of them were injured, and the medical expenses alone were a huge expense. Not to mention what should be done with the pensions of more than a thousand brothers.

Originally, these money should be paid by the military department for special military expenses, but under the deliberate difficulties of some people, the normal military pay of the Enzo team will be deducted by a few percent, not to mention luxury items such as medical expenses and pensions. .

"There's no way!" Long Gen dropped his pencil and used his hands to chop the horse sword: "Just go and make a vote, or the brothers will have to die alive! Those **** in the logistics department, he If you don’t post any of your mother’s sons, we can’t get along."

The other six of the Blood-Clothed Seven Swordsmen were sitting in the wooden house in a daze. They all smelled of blood and ointment. The smell of blood is that they were injured by the Odin guards when they broke through in order to resist the pursuers. Is it the ointment? This is the ointment they just picked from the wild mountain. They can only heal their wounds with their own ointment.

Seeing the mad Long Gen, Faen waved the fire magic sword that Lin Qi gave him during the exercise on the desert island, and said softly: "Don't be stupid, we are all staring at every move. If you really get a vote, the military court is waiting for us."

Shan Miao gently pulled the string of the tattered strong bow in his hand, and said slowly, "We will wait for Enzo to come out of the little black room. Get some prey in the pine forest to feed the injured brothers."

After squinting his eyes, Shan Chu said warmly: "Isn’t Yu Lian saying that he secretly operated a sum of money a few days ago and was going to pick up a little bit from the middle and give it to us? There is a thousand eight hundred gold coins, at least It can last a while."

Long Gen looked up to the sky and roared silently. He gritted his teeth and groaned: "If you hold on, brothers will all be killed."

Faen exhaled heavily and stood up and walked out the door: "But if you don't hold on, not only these brothers will die, but their relatives will also be retaliated. For so many years, so many brothers, so many brothers. Family members of Arthur, have you forgotten what the **** said? With a single warrant, all the family members of all our brothers can be thrown into the forced labor camp!"

"No matter how hard it is, no matter how difficult it is, we have to hold on!" Fen said grimly, clenching his fists, "Keep on, Arthur can't be proud of it forever!"

Long Gen heavily spit a **** spit on the ground. He gritted his teeth and said: "I'm so frustrated... Hey, has the boss already died in the Heiyuan God Prison? All of us are rectifiers, and we have only been killed For the shame, only the boss can lead us to shame!"

The door of the wooden house suddenly opened, and the whole body exuded a cold chill, and there was a faint layer of black and red blood floating around Vic, who walked in lightly like a ghost. He said softly: "The boss is not dead, and he has sent someone to join us. So, everyone cheers up, it should be time for us to do something."

Taking a look at Longgen holding the sword with both hands, Vic walked to Longgen, shaking his fingers, and several huge wooden boxes fell heavily on the ground, making a low roar.

"One hundred thousand gold coins, two hundred thousand silver coins!" Vic's eyes were shining like a ghost fire. This cold and killing intent made Dragon Gen's hair stand upright. It was also Longgen who crawled out of the dead pile when he saw Vic in this state, he almost thought he saw the real **** of death.

"Long Gen, your size is too big and your movements are too slow, so you have nothing to do with you in these two days. Take your brothers and deal with the pensions of the brothers who died in battle. Each brother will first send a hundred silver coins to his house. , Can’t give too much. What about other money, think of a way to restore your body, take care of your injuries, and buy some better equipment from those dwarves!"

Long Gen was completely stunned. With so much money, he almost instantly reversed the current plight of this small team. He looked at Vic in surprise, and asked in a low voice, "Did you go out to rob?"

As soon as the voice fell, the Seven Swordsmen in Blood-Clothed Recovery came to mind at the same time. What did Vic say just now? Lin Qi is not dead? And sent someone to connect with them? In other words, these gold and silver coins were probably sent by Lin Qi?

The Blood-Clothed Seven Musketeers immediately surrounded Vic and looked at Vic with blank eyes. There is no doubt that they are all real fighters, real soldiers, they are fearless on the battlefield, and they dare to attack enemies with multiple advantages. But outside the battlefield, they are like a group of idiots. They let others suppress the bullying, but they can't find any way to fight back.

Only Lin Qi, the Lin Qi with all kinds of careful thoughts in his mind, could lead them out of the current predicament.

Especially now, the enemy is so powerful and the status is so high, perhaps only Lin Qi can be his opponent.

Slowly nodded, then shook his head again. Vic said quietly, "I'm not sure if that person is the leader, but he has given us tangible benefits. This money, yes, and this."

With a wave of his hand, a lot of potions appeared in front of everyone: "Let the brothers use potions to heal the wounds, and Rongen is responsible for everything. We, we have a plan, we should get something out of it. Of course, we can't let us Exposure, but we have a better way!"

Vic's eyes emitted a faint red light, a dark red light like solidified blood. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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