The spirit of war in DNF is immortal.A

Chapter 390 Preparations for the Second Coming of the Dark City (2) ([-])
"Bacchus? Which Bacchus? The Bacchus of the No.17 team in the headquarters, or the Bacchus sub-leader of the Special Guard, or Kanter of the Secret Shadow Team? Bacchus? There are nearly a dozen of Bacchus in our headquarters, Which one is it?" The heavy armored swordsman asked in confusion.

"...Did you change your regiment leader? Bacchus, the commander of the Warrior Glory Mercenary Corps." Lu Zhan shook his head and smiled, and said.

"Are you looking for the regiment leader?!" The heavy-armored swordsman was obviously stunned for a moment, and he reacted after a while, and said cautiously: "I'm sorry, please take off your mask and reveal your identity. If you can't confirm your identity, I can't report it!"

The muscles all over the body of the heavy armored swordsman tensed instantly, not only because of guarding, but also because of excitement.Now everyone knows what kind of noble figures Bacchus, the head of the honorable warriors, the mercenary regiment, came into contact with. Those who can call themselves old friends must be the top figures on the continent. This shocked the heavy armored swordsman very much. .

"Concentrate on it, Mr. Paul is coming back from the practice of 'Blood Killing' today! You must pay attention to security issues!"

"Haha, Captain Durut. With Lord Paul's strength, how many people in the entire Hutton Marr can be compared. I think even if there are assassins, Lord Paul is protecting us, not us protecting him."

"Hush! Shut up...Look over there! Is it an adult?"

"It seems to be true! Hurry up, stand in line. Search the surrounding woods carefully, and let all irrelevant personnel leave. I will not accept the employment mission for the time being."

Just when Lu Zhan was hesitating, a loud voice suddenly came from the other side.

Lu Zhan and the heavy-armored swordsman turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound at the same time, and saw a soldier in black heavy armor, pure white hair standing upright, with a cold face, carrying a giant sword, heading towards the gate of the headquarters. come.For some reason, Lu Zhan looked at this guy's side face with a sense of familiarity.One part is the shadow of Lu Zhan himself, and the other part is the shadow of an acquaintance...

The heavy-armored swordsman, who had been kind before, changed his color in an instant, turned his head and said to Landing Zhan vigilantly: "Sir, I'm sorry. Please come back tomorrow if you have something to do. Now we have some internal matters here. Please leave……"

"..."

As the big boss of Warrior Glory's true sense of providing funds, Lu Zhan was speechless and expelled by his own mercenary group subordinates.But he didn't say much, just smiled and turned around and left towards the way he came.

Coincidentally, Lu Zhan came from the same path as the white-haired, black-armored combatant with a huge sword on his shoulders. When walking past each other, Lu Zhan suddenly felt extremely familiar, and subconsciously raised his head to look at The face of the man opposite.

At the same time, "Blood Killer" Paul, who was walking indifferently, also felt incomparable kindness and respect, and looked at the man in black robe who was walking towards him in surprise.

"... Black Blade Instructor!"

"Ah. Isn't this Paul..."

The icy face of the ruthless giant sword berserker instantly seemed to melt the snow, and his bright smile was completely different from that guy before.Paul stood respectfully in front of Lu Zhan, bowed his head and saluted with one hand: "Mr. Black Blade, why are you here?"

"Oh, I came here to meet Brother Bacchus, and I haven't seen him for a while, I miss him very much." Lu Zhan took off the black mask on his face, revealing an evil face that was cut out like a knife. , smiled slightly.

"Oh, mentor, have you met the head?" Paul continued to ask respectfully.

"No, these guards felt like they were facing an enemy when they saw you coming. Maybe it's because of the defense. Let me come back tomorrow." Lu Zhan smiled lightly and said.

"...Let me pick out their dogs' eyes!" Paul heard, his face turned blood red, and the blood of madness surged all over his body immediately, and the red in his eyes began to shine.

"Quiet! These are trivial things. You and I are fighters. Do people who spend their lives every day still care about these face things? Besides, they don't know my identity." Lu Zhan's powerful hand pressed Paul On his shoulders, the berserker who was driven by the blood of madness was pinned down and could not move, and said.

No matter how powerful the Crazy Blood is, it can't match the gap between a legendary combatant with the 'Aura of Power' and an ordinary combatant of more than 20 ranks.Even though his blood was gushing, Paul couldn't even move his body, just like that, the sense of madness was completely worn away.

"Huh... Teacher, I'm sorry. I..." Paul's eyes gradually returned to black after more than ten seconds. After realizing what he had done, this cruel man was almost ashamed.

"It's nothing, Kazan syndrome... is the pain of every berserker." Lu Zhan didn't criticize too much, but patted Paul on the shoulder clearly, changed the subject and said, "Okay, if it's nothing Take me in if there is something wrong. I want to see Brother Bacchus sooner..."

Said, Lu Zhan took the lead and walked towards the gate of the headquarters of the mercenary regiment.After pondering for a few seconds, Paul sighed and chased after him.

Of course, Lu Zhan knew that just a word of comfort would not solve the problem.The Kazan Syndrome given to the Blood Berserker by Kazan of Destruction is like the magic spell on Monkey King's head, which is a deadly weapon at critical moments.The reason why the former mentor Linus lived in seclusion is related to this nightmare disease.But this kind of thing can't be solved by land warfare, unless he reaches the level of Kazan of Destruction.

"Lord Paul!"

The voice of Qi Shushu reflected the bowing and saluting of nearly a hundred people, revealing an incomparably solemn taste.Just from this situation, it can be seen that Paul's status in the Warrior Glory Mercenary Corps is quite high.

"I want to take this adult in, so I don't need to register." Paul nodded and said to one of them.

"Yes!" The armored warrior bowed and stood upright, agreeing.

Then Lu Zhan and Paul continued to walk towards the gate, but this time it was Paul who walked in front, because the camp was newly established.Lu Zhan didn't know where Bacchus' commander's room was.

"Who is this guy? He actually asked Mr. Paul to lead the way!" When they passed by, several guards heaved a sigh of relief, and one of them murmured: "Just now, Mr. Paul bowed and saluted humbly... Did I read it wrong? ?”

"I don't know, but he must have an unusual relationship with Lord Paul. A blood berserker who is as proud as Lord Paul, even the Marquis Spencer and the Sword Master Blake who visited last time, didn't give him a good look. Not at all. The kind of person who bows his knees because of the powerful and powerful. It must be the person who has given him great favors!"

"But Master Paul is an orphan! He grew up in the Warrior Glory Mercenary Corps since he was a child, and was brought up by Captain Bacchus. Except for the captain, Black Blade Leonard, and Master GSD, I have never heard of him. Have you had any other benefactors?"

"...Yeah, except for the leader and the black blade...can't you?!"

Everyone froze on the spot for a moment, and almost simultaneously thought of a possibility.

"It must be the black blade! Just now, Master Paul was practicing the etiquette of apprentices, which is the standard etiquette for meeting a mentor. And if it is a GSD master, there is no need to wear a black robe to hide people's eyes and ears, except for the black man who is currently in the limelight and countless people are staring at him. Who else can have the blade?" Durute, the captain of the patrol team, carefully speculated with his fingers, and finally came up with an astonishing answer.

"Oh my god! Give me another chance to do it again! The idol is right in front of me, but I actually turn a blind eye. Why don't you pick out my eyeballs! Damn it!"

"Ahhhh!"

A group of guards wailed and yelled, and among them, the heavily armored swordsman who received the land battle was the most crazy.He threw away the beautifully carved long sword in his hand, howling and grabbing the ground with his head, his appearance was horrific.No one knows the pain in his heart, because he is one of the fanatics of Black Blade, and he is still the most fanatical!This kind of blow is as insane as the steak in his mouth being snatched away by a mentally handicapped goblin!
"Luno, forget it. Even if he is really a black blade, he can't stay there for too long. We can just wait here, and if we don't miss the opportunity, it will be regarded as a cure for the past." Captain Durut comforted He patted the heavy armored swordsman on the back, and said.

"En! I will never miss it again!" Hearing this, the heavy armored swordsman jumped up from the ground, and said with a fanatical and firm expression.

Immediately, the patrolling guard of nearly a hundred people stopped moving, but stood at the door in a daze, without moving for a long time.

(End of this chapter)