"Everyone has a definition of 'powerful.'"

Qingyi listened very carefully when Devor Brie said this, even though Dev was not a good teacher. Dever just sat next to Jack's flower root with a "you should die" expression. Strangely, Jack was still asleep, unable to seem to spot the Great Lich that was just around the left.

"Don't get distracted." Dever twisted his fingers slowly, as if he were twisting the ashes of a sworn enemy: "What is it strange that it can't find me?" What ant would notice a human walking by the nest? ”

Qingyi nodded hurriedly. After the last skill description was brushed away, he didn't dare to question the mentor anymore.

"Because people are different, 'strong' is also multifaceted. Some people think that as long as you go beyond the limit and become a hero, you are powerful; Some people think that if they can kill all the people they don't like, and the beauties and treasures in the world belong to themselves, they are powerful; Some people think that to be able to endure suffering and be detached from the crowd is to be strong. Dev looked at Qingyi coldly: "You are powerful, hum, you actually want to protect your subordinates like a savior, how ironic." ”

Qingyi immediately protested: "I don't think I'm a savior!" I feel like I'm being strong enough to kill people. The more people I kill, the stronger I get. ”

"Then why are you getting stronger? At the end of the day, isn't it for subordinates? Don't think that killing and guarding are two different things, at the level of me and the old monster, the world is much simpler: the end of protection is killing, and the end of killing is guarding, and the two are one and the same. ”

Qingyi had no choice but to remain silent. He thought to himself: Isn't this a defense of a war of aggression?

"I know you still don't understand. When the old monster returns, you ask him again. It is not strong to be strong, and showing weakness does not mean being weak, in my opinion, 'strong' is about the heart, about the self. At this point, Dever changed his words: "I watched this commotion from beginning to end today, but I didn't intervene, and you didn't ask me for help. Why? ”

"Because the help of others is limited. If I don't fight for it, wouldn't I have to ask the teacher to help me again and again? ”

"Hmm. The old monster and I are just a passerby on your journey, there is a day when we come to you, and naturally there is a day when we leave you, and we will not accompany you forever. We don't want you to be a rice bucket that relies on your elders, so at most we can get you some small benefits, not pull out the seedlings. It seems to me that your mentor is thinking this way...... He wants you to grow in pain and have a strong heart. ”

Qingyi heard the words "one turn mentor", and hurriedly asked, "What's going on?" Do you say ......"

Dever nodded and said coldly, "He deliberately traded his life for your survival to let you witness his dissipation." Even if you don't suffer a murder and succeed in the second turn, he will still find an opportunity to commit suicide. ”

"Why suicide?! How is it possible to commit suicide?! Aren't the necromantic creatures revived because of the strong desire to survive, how can there be necromantic creatures who want to commit suicide?! Qingyi yelled at Defu, and he couldn't care about anything.

"There are people who want to live, and there are people who want to rest in peace. A mere king of a dead country can't even die, and he has to watch the ruined dynasty all the time, which is more painful than killing him a thousand times. When you succeed in the second turn, he has fulfilled his duties and has no attachment to the world. His death can make you spread your wings and soar, and it is very valuable. ”

Qingyi opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

Completely ignoring the student, Dever's continued sentence by sentence: "When the eaglet was just hairy, the mother eagle threw the eaglet off the cliff. The cowardly and powerless, die. Then the mother eagle sends the eaglet to the cliff again, breaks its wing bones, and falls again. Whoever cannot endure pain dies. So, you should understand by now. ”

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Corpse Wetland, Doludivis.

In a headquarters heavily guarded by skeletons, the necromantic conductor Skoll is presiding over a military meeting. There were two attendees, Nave, with dirty armor, and Frankie, who had lost two hind paws and looked like he was born crippled.

"In yesterday's fighting, although both armies withdrew in a timely manner, a large number of the indigenous people, mostly those who live in the profession, were slaughtered by the enemy because of their slow movements." Skoll was still "sitting" on top of the necromantic beast, which was now lying on its stomach quietly, its eyes shining in the dark. "It's a serious loss."

Nave snorted, and the subtext was "Life professionals are really useless".

Skoll was a little embarrassed and added: "Strategically speaking, I was not wrong, but unfortunately the opponent's defense is very tenacious. Once the bald eagle occupies two cities, it will not give up an inch of land. In terms of tactics, the creatures have developed an 'improved purification mask', and have invested a huge amount of money, led by archers and magicians, causing us great damage. In the final analysis, this battle is because the other party has sufficient resources and a strong team, and it is understandable that we lost, right! ”

Frankie nodded silently. Although it drank a lot of "embryonic body tissue fluid", because of its high level, the recovery speed has not been fast, and there is almost no change at the base of its hind legs. I wonder when it will return to the battlefield?

Skoll coughed: "At present, the two cities have become bridgeheads for the enemy, and the corpse wetland has been greatly reduced. It is imperative to determine when the enemy's defense is loose before we can take the offensive. ”

Nafu raised her eyebrows and asked loudly: "I don't understand, this is not a guerrilla war, why do you detour with the other party?" This is a head-to-head confrontation, even if the troops are weak, they can't retreat! If you only know how to retreat, sooner or later we will lose the whole land! ”

"Hey, hey, little girl who likes chivalry, don't forget who the chief is!" Scowl was dissatisfied, and slapped the table: "Obey the orders of your superiors, don't question me indiscriminately!" ”

"I know obedience is a duty, but it depends on what commands are obeyed! Thanks to you, Frankie and I were almost killed by you! Nave was also furious, and she slapped the table, and the iron arm smashed the table to pieces: "What kind of military meeting is this, it's not just your voice!" You never take our advice, you always think you are amazing; If you win, you will run to ask for credit, and if you lose, you will make excuses for yourself...... What kind of hero are you! ”

Scowl trembled with rage: "Believe it or not, I used military law to punish your sins, Neve Chloe! ”

"With so many troops lost, you should be ashamed to commit suicide and apologize, right, 'sir'!" The female knight laughed angrily, pointed at Scowl and scolded: "If I were Your Majesty, I would have killed you with my own hands!" ”

"Someone, drag this stupid woman out of me and whip her!" Skoll emitted a soul wavelength, and the guards drew their weapons.

Not to be outdone: "You dare! I'll let the clouds ride flat—"

"Shut up." Frankie muffled. It raised its head slightly, and the murderous aura was pervasive, forcing everyone to dare not act rashly: "You are all the master's courtiers, and you are commanding the master's army, even if you can't win the enemy, do you still want to fight with the master's forces now?" ”

After a pause, Frankie added: "I only need to fight, and the command will be entrusted to the two of you." In any case, it is your duty to share the worries of your master, and instead of complaining about each other here, it is better to make noise after breaking the enemy army. ”

Skoll and Neve looked at each other, and both were strangely silent.

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Astant.

On the street, the two walked side by side, followed by a dozen archers and knights of the Judgment. These two men, one with a shaved head, drooping eyelids, and a hammer in his hand, were none other than Jonny, the commander of the "Knights of the Iron Hoof"; The other was about forty years of age, with short light chestnut hair and bright eyes. He was dressed in a light ephedrac marksman's outfit, carrying a quiver with intricate embroidery and a shiny metal wrench on his left thumb. As soon as passers-by saw this person, they greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Lord Oliver! ”

The wrenching man also only smiled, and the smile was charming. Although he is no longer young, he is more eye-catching than Jonny next to him, because he does not have the impetuosity and impulsiveness of a young man, only the maturity and stability of deep precipitation. Every movement of his is natural and contains music theory. He is the student of the guardian hero, the whistle shooter Oliver Quinn, who is regarded as a rising star by the Yastant government and the opposition, known as the "elegant man", and is still single, and has been the dream lover of thousands of girls and even young women for 20 years.

A group of dozens of people walked through the alley, and Jonny, who was the leader, suddenly stopped.

"Here, there's the smell of necromantic creatures." Jonny twitched his nose twice, pointed to a hut, and said. With that, he raised his hammer and was about to smash the door panel, but Oliver stopped him. Although Oliver's smile did not change, his eyes condensed into a dead line, and the warning meaning was self-evident.

Jonny snorted, slowly put away his hammer staff, and let only a few of his men go down to surround the hut. Sure enough, a figure jumped out of the second-floor window and knocked the knight who had just been placed in place to his stomach, grinning in pain - after all, he was wearing an angular armor. But how can you manage so much when you run away? The escapee frantically shook his hands and feet, and in an instant he ran far away.

The Knights of the Judgment were nervous and about to chase after them, when an arrow appeared on the lap of the fleeing man, splattering red blood and causing him to fall to the ground. Oliver lowered his bow and smiled as if relieved, "It's human. ”

"That's a heretic, he smells of necromantic creatures! Your archery skills are so accurate, why don't you shoot him at once?! Once like this, twice like this, are you here to cooperate or to make trouble?! Jonny pressed his face to Oliver's face and was furious!

"But if he's human, he's still a citizen of Astant." Judging by the smile and tone of voice, Oliver was in a very good mood. "The most you can do is interrogate him, but don't expect to kill him."

Several subordinates subdued and tied the escapee, and brought them to the two commanders: "Report, he did not carry any murder weapon, but he had a pamphlet from the Twilight Sect on him. ”

Unable to preach openly, the clergy of the Twilight Church copied parts of the teachings, using as simple and understandable spoken language as possible, and bound them into palm-sized pamphlets. Those who had been developed into believers lent books to others to copy in order to spread the teachings. Combining the fact that "the other party is a living being" with this ironclad evidence, it can be determined that the other party is a believer in the Twilight Sect.

Jonny sneered, kicked the believer at Oliver, and turned to continue his search. The green tendons on his forehead protruded, and even his temples jumped and jumped, and he didn't know when he would be exploded by surging qi and blood.

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(Well, Dafeng Tui, thank you.) Fellow travelers, I'm walking shit luck, I wish you all a day to be sealed. I write nonsense, book friends read it, everyone is harmonious)