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Text Chapter 41 Xinglian¡¯s dark history?

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    "It's so miserable for the Knights Templar that it ended in this way."

    The Blade of Glory removed the two men, then flapped its wings and flew away.

    "Be careful, there may be remnants of the Knights Templar that haven't been wiped out yet. But I have completed the mission and will receive the mission reward. Once you get the money, you can enchant the weapons. As a weapon warrior, I  It means it¡¯s really troublesome to have no weapons at hand"

    While making noise, the Glory Dragon flapped its wings and left the ground. Although it was an old monster nearly a thousand years old, the dragon clan was famous for being disrespectful to the elderly.  Therefore, the legendary strongman who shouted wildly laughed wildly and crashed into the mountain after flying less than a kilometer.

    Wang Ming stretched out: "Then let us clean the battlefield. Won't all the paladin's armor be burned out? One thousand, five hundred gold coins!"

    It was not just the Blade of Light who was shouting. Wang Ming felt a little dizzy when he thought about the gold everywhere on the battlefield.

    Didn¡¯t you say you want to form an army?  A large part of the cost of the army comes from armaments. There is so much equipment on the ground now, you would be an idiot not to pick it up!

    Although the light storm dispersed all the souls of the Paladins, the physical bodies and equipment were all intact. On the contrary, some light-attribute magic items were strongly charged in the light storm. Now it seems as if they have been opened by an eminent monk.  The magic weapon is not ordinary dazzling.

    The corpses of men and horses were scattered on the grass. Wang Ming also knew that he could not take them all back. However, in Wang Ming's eyes, these corpses had turned into piles of gold coins, so he let them rust in the wind and rain or let others pick them up.  It would be a great sin to leave.

    Therefore, he performed a corpse manipulation on the paladin corpse on the ground.

    Twenty-two corpses suddenly stood up, including eleven paladins and eleven horses wearing full body armor.

    This most basic method of manipulating the dead body is only a second-level spell. After the corpse is summoned, it will gradually rot and be damaged, and it will turn into a pile of dregs in a short time. However, if it is only used temporarily, it will not last until the undead walk to Rainbow City.  It can be done.

    Of course, it was impossible to just let it go. Wang Ming ordered the undead to mount their war horses and help him dismantle the corpse equipment on the ground.

    Full-body armor is actually just large metal cans, and in this world with very backward casting technology - don't worry about how Cang Yang's Beretta and Positive Ion Cannon are processed - if you want to create an integrated armor,  It's simply impossible.

    So, in fact, the armor is made up of sections, which are connected to each other with screws.

    Yes, the earliest screws in history were invented because of armor technology, so war technology paved the way for civilian technology to a certain extent.

    Wang Ming felt a little inexplicable joy when he thought of the anecdotes he had seen in some popular magazines.

    Drag the corpse out of the armor. Because the corpse died from soul disintegration, and the time of death was still short, the body temperature has not dropped yet, so it is no different from a normal person.

    If it were normal circumstances, this would not be the case.

    Think about it, the cost of full-body armor is so high that even rich knights may not be able to afford it, so the protection must be very good.

    "However, to be able to kill the knight wearing full body armor, the intensity of the attack must be terrifying, so after such a terrifying attack power breaks through the full body armor, the scene inside must also be miserable.

    For example, being cut into the head by an ax gun, being pierced into a candied haws by a heavy dragon gun, being interrupted by a siege ballista, being blown into ketchup by the implosion technique, being roasted into a beggar's chicken by a flame storm

    In this case, the armor can still be used after repair, but its original owner must be, well, disfigured.

    Once the armor is taken off, there will be a lot of blood stains. Very few normal people can bear it. Even people like Wang Ming let go of an unlucky guy who was crushed to death by a war horse.

    The neck bent into a weird arc and the body was completely deformed. Wang Ming really didn't have the courage to open the guy's armor.

    "Ah, it's so troublesome. How are you going to transport more than 80 armors back? It's so troublesome to dismantle them. Can't you just list the loot in front of you and drag it with the mouse like in the game?"

    Xinglian came over with a pile of food and stood next to Wang Ming to watch him work.

    "Take your time, the job you are doing now is very profitable!"

    It takes ten minutes to disassemble a piece of armor. It can be speeded up several times by dismembering the corpse. However, Wang Ming decided to respect the deceased for the sake of his appetite in the next few days.

    "But it only takes ten minutes to dismantle a piece of full-body armor. Even if the full-body armor sells for 1,500 gold coins, you can make a lot of money even if you sell it in the short term.

      Although it is not clear why Feiyue gave herself such a task and sent someone to save the situation at the end, this does not prevent Wang Ming from making war fortune.

    Wang Ming took off the hand armor, revealing the knight's pale hands.

    Xinglian slowly nibbled on the white pickled pepper chicken feet.

    Wang Ming took apart the helmet and carefully removed the neck connection.  There is still a trace of body temperature left in the dead neck.

    Xinglian opened the wrapping paper and bit into the duck's neck with a happy expression on his face.

    Wang Ming pried open the arm armor plate, exposing his blood-congested arms to the air.

    Xinglian held the pig knuckle and bit it desperately.

    "Xinglian, please don't do such a cruel thing, okay?"

    "What?"

    "¡­¡­nothing."

    "Well, this body is still intact. If you dismantle the disemboweled one over there, my pig intestines and grilled squid can be used."

    Wang Ming suddenly jumped away from the corpse, ran into the grass and vomited until he was black.

    Walking to Wang Ming's side, Xing Lian handed over a bottle of water. Watching Wang Ming rinse his mouth with water, Xing Lian finally said what was in his heart.

    "Mia, I think I still need to talk to you."

    "Whatwhat?"

    "I asked the eldest sister and the others to leave first because I have something to tell you. I don't want to lie to you. The reason why I don't say it is just that I don't want to destroy the peace now."

    "Uh, what do you want to say?"

    "II am"

    Xinglian, the thirteenth heir to the throne of Paro Hai.

    A fourth-level mentalist.

    At the same time, he is also a veteran warrior wallowing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ??blood.

    The West Sea is not what residents on the mainland think. The sea surface may bring calm morning sun, but the dark midnight will also bring violent waves.

    After being expelled from the Parohai Kingdom, Xinglian started his career as a mercenary when he was a hundred years old. When converted into human years, he was only eight or nine years old.

    Although Xinglian was unable to learn swordsmanship and riding due to the insistence of his mother, the bloodline of the Goddess of War in Xihai was by no means invented out of thin air. The perfect bloodline gave Xinglian the instinct to fight. After awakening his spiritual power, he showed it early.  Amazing killing talent.

    Not wanting to let her next generation come into contact with these dirty things, the Black Pearl Queen tried every means to keep Xinglian away from these things.

    But blood cannot be weak just because of acquired education. The murderous nature that was artificially suppressed finally broke out after being expelled, and Xinglian embarked on the path that the queen least wanted to see.

    After being expelled, Xinglian joined a third-rate mercenary team and participated in the battle between the previous chief moon priest and Naga.

    That time, because the Moon Temple gave him a lot of money, the mentalist stood under the half-moon flag.

    The blood-stained gold coins were filled with broken purses, and were squandered by the girl and replaced with potions and weapons. In each battle, her companions fell one after another, and she was injured many times, but the goddess of war  His bloodline protects him, allowing him to stand up again and again among the corpses.

    For mercenaries, death is a relief, while living means endless battles and endless suffering.

    So Xinglian was a little envious of his fallen comrades.

    A few years later, Xinglian learned about the Paro Sea Kingdom. The parliament finally took action against the emperor. After announcing that the emperor was too ill to govern, the parliament took over the steering wheel of the empire.

    As for the queen, she was sent to guard the north. The fierce northern barbarian invasion made the queen very busy.

    The Dark Blue Legion was disbanded, with only a small number still following the Queen. Coupled with the difficult recruitment and deployment of troops, the border was maintained with difficulty.

    Xinglian didn¡¯t dare to go back because he was covered in blood and no longer qualified to throw himself into the queen mother¡¯s arms and act like a spoiled child.

    She headed north and spent time with the Aslan Foreign Legion, where Xinglian's psychic storm destroyed entire fleets.

    The killings have intensified, but the light in my heart has long been submerged in the sea of ??blood.

    If it weren¡¯t for the letter of authorization handed over by the queen, Xinglian might have been swallowed up by the war and become a real butcher.

    "But I really hate it. Why should I be exiled? I have just learned Common Language and I haven't even had a crush on another boy. But I have never even been out of the palace!"

    Although she was still smiling, tears were already hanging down from the corners of her eyes.

    Wang Ming took a long breath: "Oh, so what?"

    ??"Halle?"

    "I said, even if you kill hundreds or thousands of people, so what?"

    "You won't understand. In the battle, you enjoy the joy of blood splashing. You want to kill enemies and allies. You keep slashing and stabbing, using psychic powers until you are exhausted, and you are still squeezing your own potential  ¡­you¡­¡­"

    Wang Ming touched Xinglian's head: "If you reject yourself just because of this, then I have killed many people, how should I count?"

    "You are different, that's why you killed"

    "What's the difference! I killed no less people than you on the battlefield. The corpse hounds and undead golems killed at least five or six thousand Nagas in the Moon Temple!"

    "that is not¡­¡­"

    "It's no different. As long as your hands are stained with blood, it's impossible to clear your name, so I never let Xiao Huang fight hand to hand, because casting a spell is a cunning excuse."

    "If you feel dirty, it doesn't matter, we are all equally dirty. If you are cold, we can hug each other."
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