Chapter 815

Early in the morning, the grey pupil boy got up from the hospital bed.

The simple bed and clean single room made him a little uncomfortable - as if he was still lying in the tent of the marching camp yesterday.

Stepping on the cold slate, looking at the messy hair and scarlet eyes reflected in the washbasin, Lucian felt as if he was not fully awake.

It's hard to imagine that I followed Lord Loren to kill an evil god apostle in silver helmet mountain, then killed silver helmet mountain all the way, met tens of thousands and a half of people in the green sea, and witnessed a duel between a giant dragon and a monster. Finally, the monster was split by Lord Loren with a sword.

It's... More fake than a dream.

But it was true. The injuries on his body, the beating of his heart and chaotic consciousness told him that it was true.

Lucian shook his head desperately, and the cold water stimulated his nerves to wake himself up.

This is not the time to sleep.

According to Lord Loren, although the Centaur war is over, it is not over yet.

We... Just haven't lost yet.

Lucian knew what he should do, or what Lauren wanted him to do - just as in duanjie mountain, he wanted to make 300 spearhead soldiers obedient and let them know what to do; Let them know when to live and when to work hard.

The only difference is that this time their enemies are not only ice werewolves, fleeing deserters and robbers, but also the demon army that will go south at any time; It's all kinds of mutant monsters, evil gods, apostles, heretic groups... It doesn't feel too bad.

These people will become the sharp knives in Lord Loren's hands, the trump card that can be played at any time, and the scouts who monitor all suspicious movements... And themselves are their captain.

Behind him came a sound of footsteps. The gray pupil boy who had just sobered up immediately tightened his arms. The "battlefield reaction" that had not dissipated made him suddenly turn his head and look at it, and was ready to fight back.

But after seeing the visitor, he frowned again.

A black robe, hands on his back and white hair on his temples... Are not as eye-catching as those cold and piercing eyes.

"You, you are..."

"Wake up?" the wizard in black looked at him, glanced at the two swords on the wooden frame, and his tone was so cold that he couldn't hear his feelings:

"Dalton kand, wizard adviser to Duke Byrne."

Lucian finally remembered... During the triumphal ceremony a few days ago, I did hear Lord Loren talk about the new wizard Consultant... More importantly, the wizard consultant is also Lord Loren, ain and Isaac's mentor.

At the thought of this, the grey pupil boy's face immediately showed some respect to his elders: "Lord Dalton kand, may I help you?"

"Yes."

The expressionless Dalton doesn't waste a minute:

"According to the order of Duke Byrne, he needs to form a demon hunter army proficient in dealing with nothingness and monsters... You are the commander of this army."

"Er, yes!" Lucian nodded quickly and scratched his head in embarrassment: "but our number is less than one Legion - there were more than 390 people when we were formed, and there are 96 left after Boye came back."

"Among the others, one quarter died on the way to silver helmet mountain, one quarter died on silver helmet mountain, and one quarter died when fighting chakar. Now these are all..."

"I'm not asking about the history of this Legion. I want you to take charge of a task," Dalton interrupted him impolitely.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Lucian smiled awkwardly and asked, "what do you need me to do?"

"It's simple, there's only one thing." Dalton looked at him, concise:

"I want you to cut them all and then we'll start recruiting again."

The smile of the grey pupil boy stiffened on his face and stopped talking.

Dalton frowned slightly. "Have you got an opinion?"

Take a deep breath, and Lucian tries to stabilize his emotions... The other party is Lord Loren's mentor and his elders; What's more, it's normal for a wizard to know nothing about the army.

"Dalton Kande... Sir, they are all soldiers who have come back from the battlefield, and some are veterans." the gray pupil boy managed to squeeze out a smile and calmly explained: "soldiers who have fought and survived the bloody war are very valuable."

"More importantly, they are the place where the army was founded and the veterans who have won wars; if they are dismissed without giving reasons, the Legion will die!"

Then he stood there, staring stubbornly at Dalton.

"It seems that there is a misunderstanding between us. I didn't explain it well." with an apology, the wizard still exudes trembling pressure: "I have no prejudice against these brave soldiers. On the contrary, I respect them very much."

"But they still have to be dismissed because all of them are unqualified."

Before the grey pupil boy could breathe a sigh of relief, Dalton's words made him nervous again.

"To, at least you should tell me, what is the unqualified?"

Strong as a calm Lucian, his arms clenched with fists were tight and his veins were exposed.

"I can understand your mood, but the fact is the fact."

Dalton's eyes were cold and his tone was cold: "Captain, the mission of this army is to deal with the void and monsters, so they must have certain qualifications to resist the erosion of the power of the void and use simple spells."

"Not everyone has the possibility of becoming a wizard; none of them has this talent, so they must be abolished."

"Really, is there no other way?" frowned Lucian, still refused to bow his head.

Dalton said coldly, "remind me, we only have three years. We need to have at least a hundred people team in one year. We should let everyone form combat effectiveness, not collapse in front of vampires and trolls."

"There is no other way?" the grey pupil repeated again.

"We don't have time, let alone spare energy to spend on them; instead of wasting resources, we might as well start recruiting new soldiers again."

But Lucian is still reluctant:

"There's no other way?"

Dalton Kande, with a silent expression like ice, looked subtly at the gray pupil boy's face that didn't bow his head, as if he saw another "stubborn version" of Loren Turin.

He was the kind of person he hated most and hated most.

"There is always a way."

The cold wizard opened his mouth, with a trace of complex coldness in his eyes: "but the cost is big, it may be small, and it takes a long time."

Yes, in theory, everyone can become a wizard, but it doesn't mean everyone can.

Of course Lucian understands this; After returning from duanjie mountain, he experienced all that personally. He also tried to learn magic with small wizards and Isaac; In addition to the growth of knowledge, there is no practical effect.

He still remembered that the kind ayin told him that as long as he took his time, he would succeed; Isaac, who is keen to crack down on others, directly pointed out that the fastest process is a year, and the longer it takes, the more fragile the spiritual palace is.

This is the gap between genius and mediocrity, flip flop and patchwork.

He knew Dalton kand was right, but ruthen knew that once these people were abolished, the army would be over; If you promise them, you have to let them stand to the end.

Take a deep breath and the grey pupil boy let himself relax.

"I understand your reason, Lord Dalton kand." this time, Lucian no longer covered himself with a calm and respectful tone, and calmly looked straight into the wizard's eyes: "if they fall on the training ground, they should be afraid of death; but they should be abolished before they start training... I can't promise."

Dalton looked at the gray pupil boy who became more and more tough, and some complex light flashed through his eyes again.

Really, more and more like an apprentice

"You are Lord Loren and their mentor, I respect you, but... The commander of this army is me." Lucian's eyes became more firm:

"Who should be abolished, who should be recruited, how to train, how to fight... No, the order is up to me; you can only assist, not intervene!"

Dalton looked at him with sharp eyes.

The two people who looked at each other with four eyes were looking at each other impolitely.

"It seems that there are differences between us, and we can't give up our views." Dalton said in a deep voice, but his expression remained the same:

"I think we should find a way to resolve these differences and reach a consensus."

Lucian was stunned and didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Considering each other's identity and the work we are going to face, I think there is a way that is most suitable for us." Dalton looked at Lucien coldly and raised his eyebrows:

"As the Byrne said, a real knight should shout with a long gun and speak with a sword."

At this moment, Lucian finally changed his face.

"The rules are very simple. If you can win, I will follow your advice and try my best to make these 96 people trained as qualified night watchmen;"

"If you lose, you must obey my instructions for all the work to be carried out next. Including your commander, you must not resist any of my orders... I think this is a very fair gamble."

Before he had finished, Lucian was completely stunned.

"How does this work?"

"Do you disagree?"

With a tone, Dalton's cold eyes glanced at the stunned face of the gray pupil boy, with an undisguised irony.

"This, of course!" after calming his breath a little, Lucian said at a loss: "you are Lord Loren's mentor and invited wizard consultant. How can I treat you..."

Before the words fell, a burst of murderous spirit immediately came to my face!

The grey pupil boy almost parried and resisted instinctively. At the moment of dodging, he only felt a cold approaching his neck.

Pa -!

He pointed to Cheng Dao's right hand and put it against his throat.

The wide eyed Lucian suddenly froze, his body still kept the movement when dodging, and stared at the arm passing through his arms.

There's no warning at all. There's no time to react.

"The speed of vampires is three times that of me." Dalton, with his right arm straight, said coldly:

"Three times the speed of humans means you have no room for reaction. You must complete dodge and parry before attacking."

Gasping in a trance, the grey pupil boy opened his mouth hard: "I... Lord Dalton kand, I can't do it to you. You are Lord Loren's mentor, I..."

"Really?" the wizard in black interrupted him coldly, "but I can kill you without burden. If you don't resist, I will kill you."

"Then, I will tell others that you are not suitable for this position; you are not a qualified demon hunter captain, let alone a qualified guard."

Looking at each other's expression, the grey pupil boy only felt a burst of cold hair standing upright; Instinct told him that the wizard in front of him was very dangerous, more dangerous than a monster named chakal!

This, this madman, is Loren's mentor?

Lord Loren, how on earth did you live to this day?!

What Lucian doesn't know is that if the dark haired wizard sees Dalton at the moment, he will only sigh that his mentor is really old. In the past, he didn't talk so much and never explained anything

At the next moment, the gray pupil boy with tight body jumped at his knife rest like an arrow leaving the string.

"Ding --!"

The two short swords parried stopped the oncoming silver awn.

When ruthen opened his eyes, he saw that Dalton's left hand had an extra stabbing sword on his sword ridge.

"It's beautiful."

The expressionless Dalton raised his eyebrows and motionless: "but it's stupid enough."

what?

The stagnant Lucian suddenly felt a "familiar" wave coming to his face.

In his mind, Lorraine immediately snapped his fingers every time.

No!

"Bang --!!"

With a loud noise, the thin figure was blown away like a stone cannon of a catapult, dragging a long trace on the sand outside the door.

"The first rule in dealing with monsters is never, never lose the sense of reason and calm thinking."

The frightened Lucian clung to the hilt of his sword, and the sharp pain from his chest and temple made him tremble from head to foot; Want to get up, but fall again and again.

Being hit by the force and banged in the ribs, the pain can not be resolved by perseverance; But the grey pupil boy is still trying to make himself stand up. The instinct of his body is constantly reminding him that the only end of continuing to lie on the ground is death.

As he stepped out of the door, Dalton looked at Lucian, who was hobbling up from the ground, as if he were watching a dead man, raising his right hand and hiding his left hand behind his back.

His eyes are so cold that people can't see any vitality, let alone the delusion of reading his mind.

It's like a permanent piece of ice, a cold dagger and a monster disguised as "human" in a black robe.

"When you lose these, you are a real dead man."