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Chapter 499 0498: Recruits

Under the shroud of purple haze, the soldiers of Pistonke stepped out of the teleportation formation in the shadow of Xuefeng.

The team of thousands of people, each with different degrees of frostbite, seemed to be a clear proof of the destruction magic just now, but it also symbolized that everyone escaped from the embrace of the death god.

This snow peak is located in a remote corner of the Red Maple Highlands.

No one will pass by at all. A hundred thousand hunting animals are approaching the dome from the main road. The black ocean is only half a day away from here, but there are insurmountable and steep peaks in the middle, as well as the dangerous shadow-seeking swamp and the cracks in the sky. ...

The reason why the Pistonke army was able to find this garrison point was because they followed Ken's route back to the Red Maple Heights.

The guide they found swears with their lives that as long as they follow this man's path, it is definitely the safest and most efficient route.

The adjutants of the empire did not believe it at first, but finally confirmed his words.

The commander slowly walked out of the shattered magic equipment when the survivors who escaped death all left the summoning circle.

He was accompanied by Adjutant Nansen, and a few Piston Ke Fengwei, each of whom was selected from the Heli Iron Cavalry Legion, with vigorous skills and cold faces.

All the officers guarding the base camp lined up in front of them, their eyes squinted and their heads raised to look forward. The solemn and solemn ceremony seemed to be someone's funeral.

The armor worn by the officers was very expensive, and the positions behind them did not have enough light sources, so they could only raise fires, and the shadows cast by these people were larger than their original bodies, overlapping each other on the road in front of the formation.

Ariel Moss's expression was very deep, and instead of rushing to celebrate his surviving life, he fell into endless thinking.

Both he and his adjutant's horses were sacrificed on the wasteland just now, so the side around him was a bit bleak, and the officer in charge of supplies put a goose down coat on him.

The surroundings of the camp became lively, but there was no conversation. The military discipline was very strict, and there were no missing patrol posts. The scouts on the top of the snow peak kept their eyes open day and night, observing the direction of travel in shifts.

Pistonke brought out only a few hundred fighters, so most of the resources were spent in Yong'an to take care of the injured vassal kingdoms.

Most people are suppressing their excitement. After all, they survived Hawser's hands and went to Piston's camp. The surrounding military equipment, which looked very professional and expensive, and the armor and weapons of the sentry soldiers were deep. deeply fascinated everyone's eyes.

They firmly believed that following Pistonke was the right decision, and they all began to imagine their future.

Ariel Moss sat down slowly on the steps of the summoning formation.

Surrounding him were hot broth and other magic potions used to heal his injuries. Nansen stood with his hands behind his back, his head bowed, as if he was reminiscing about the battle he had just experienced.

He remembered the archer with the spear, who also carved this defeat into his bones.

The officers in the camp kept silent in the wind and snow. No one complained, and even their breathing was exceptionally unified, turning them into sculptures.

Ariel sighed deeply, raised his head, his eyes finally became agile, and seemed to have planned the next route.

The magic crystals in his eye sockets moved slightly, scanning the surrounding officers. The strong soldiers he had carefully cultivated did not disappoint expectations, but no matter how well they did, they could not praise them at will. Barbs are hard to smooth out.

Ariel raised his right arm while wearing gloves, and snapped his fingers very crisply, and then the person at the front of the line came out in front of him and bowed to salute.

He stared at the other person's face, and the officer's eyes seemed to dodge a little, which confirmed his conjecture.

Ariel asked: "That's not the plan I made in advance. The activation of the magic brought us back more than a quarter of an hour earlier than the original plan. Who can tell me what happened here?"

The cold sweat on the officer's forehead almost froze, and he knelt down on one knee to plead guilty.

If the defeat in this war is related to him, he will be sent back to the military court of the Pistonk Empire, subjected to a severe trial, and will lose the most important things of the Pistonk people - the honor of the blade and the belief in iron and blood.

The officer said sincerely: "Erasure my rank and send me to be a stormtrooper. No matter how dangerous the next battle is, I am determined to be the spear in the front."

"How many times have I told you?"

Ariel didn't show much emotion, and continued: "Death is meaningless, guilt is meaningless, I just need to know the answer."

He had just taken over this group from the Northern Expeditionary Corps.

The officer who pleaded guilty was not in his own account, so he didn't understand some rules and habits, which was normal, and he was willing to remind him once.

On the contrary, the commander's tolerance made him feel terrified, and he struggled to know what to say.

Ariel looked up at the light cavalry captain in the team.

This man has followed him since the Great Patriotic War and knows what he wants.

The tall and indifferent soldier came out and recounted the mistakes that happened in the camp: "The guide who led the way suggested to us to activate the magic circle in advance, but we rejected his request. I didn't expect this cripple to use other excuses to deceive us during the shift change." Overwhelmed the guards, rushed into the magic circle and forcibly summoned it."

The smile on Ariel's mouth grew more and more complicated.

The guards brought the criminal over, and escorted him to the center of the overlapping shadow paths.

He looked very thin, with a haggard face and a bit of madness. If you look at the appearance alone, you don't have the temperament of a schemer or a saboteur.

Ariel sat on the steps of the summoning circle, looked down at the other party and said, "Mr. Ivan, I need an explanation, why did you disrupt the plan?"

Ivan slowly raised his head under the oppression of the equipment, and laughed twice, but he felt relieved.

He gave up struggling and let those strong arms prop him up: "We followed Mahalu's footsteps to get here, you just don't believe that man's ability... Ambera Ice Harbor, so many Looters, there is no way to deal with him..."

The officers of Pistonke all showed expressions of disgust.

From a very early age, Ivan has been uttering strange babblings, looking crazy, and most of the stories he tells are fragments, some of which cannot be studied at all, and some are mixed with his stories in the city-state of Erwei...

Ariel Moss knew who the protagonist in the sentence just now was.

He walked over and ordered the soldiers to let go of Ivan, and then stared into the guy's eyes, wanting to see more.

Ivan sat paralyzed on the ground, with a reinstalled steel prosthesis on his right foot, and said with a wry smile: "Your plan is very powerful, but you ignore him, and ignore the biggest variable. I don't want to be abandoned in the ice and snow with a group of people. You fell into the middle, so I have to save you..."

Ariel Moss' breathing became even.

"Enlist him and welcome the recruits, gentlemen."

he ordered.

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(End of this chapter)