Seven Hundred Fifty-Three Is Not a Monster

Remember in a second【】

"To be honest, compared with you, I may be considered lucky." The leader of the second row exhaled a puff of white smoke, and the smoke from the burning cigarette between his fingers evaporated and gradually dissipated with the wind.

"My family is in Dothan. I used to fantasize that I was special, but when I really realized that I was special, I realized that being special really has a price to pay." He said while taking a puff of a cigarette.

"That day, when I was studying at school, I awakened my magic. I felt a huge energy surging in my body. I vomited out my own lunch. Everyone thought I had it vicious infectious disease."

"Hahaha!" Burrison laughed. He could imagine that kind of scene. If someone suddenly made such a fool in the army canteen, they would laugh at each other for several days.

Perhaps, that unlucky guy will even be given a nickname, such as a vomit monster or something...

"People around me laughed like you, but soon they stopped laughing. I set my textbooks on fire, and with my own hands, my desk was burned to ashes. I felt like I set myself on fire At that time, those blazing flames suddenly disappeared." The second platoon leader shook his head and talked about himself.

"I was taken out of school and sent to a shelter. When I saw my parents again, they looked at me as if they were looking at a monster." He laughed at himself, and used With trembling hands, he lit a cigarette for himself.

He no longer had the energy to keep fighting, and the magic energy stored in his body had been exhausted. He even secretly hid himself and drank a bottle of magic supplement to save his life.

However, the battle just now was too fierce. After he barely killed the two white-robed men, there was no way to continue fighting.

Those white-robed men definitely have the combat power of a magister or higher, and they are placed on the front line as ordinary soldiers, which is simply overkill.

It's a pity that the opponent just doesn't follow the routine and puts such a powerful individual combat power in the position of a war of attrition so extravagantly... Who can I ask for reason?

"And then?" Burrison saw a white flag swaying slightly on the horizon in the distance, with a bitter smile on his face.

On the white battle flag, the red magic flame emblem fluttered in the wind, as if declaring his own victory, and also seemed to show off the power of the original magic.

"It just happened that the army wanted someone, so I joined the army. Although my file says that I am a mortal mutant transformed into a magician,

But I never use magic in my missions, so none of you know I'm a magician. "The second platoon leader grinned, but it was uglier than crying.

There were some dried blood on his face and several bleeding wounds on his body. He might die anytime just sitting here, the dim blue light in the blood flowing on his robe proved his current weakness.

"I think we might die here today." Burrison saw a few men in white robes, surrounded by an accomplice holding a white battle flag, approaching their place little by little. …

"It doesn't matter, at least when I was killed, there was someone who had a similar experience with me." The second platoon leader looked at a grenade between the two of them and said.

"I'm not a human, I'm a monster." Burrison said wearily, throwing away his cigarette butt.

"I'm also a monster..." The 2nd platoon leader took another puff of his cigarette and said in a puffy voice, "But you have to remember, compared to many monsters, we are more like one person."

"I said...you two..." Above their heads, a voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the tragic atmosphere of going to death.

The two people who thought they were about to die raised their heads subconsciously, and saw a face that was bigger than the wheels of an armored vehicle.

Of course it wasn't a human face, it was the long face of a giant wolf with its teeth bared. When it spoke, its mouth opened and closed, and it looked very scary.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but I still want to tell you that Grecon's rescue has arrived..." When the giant wolf was speaking, several magicians rushed past the wreckage of the armored vehicle they were in. .

"Also, what kind of monsters are you two?" The giant wolf spit out the words, and sarcastically said indifferently: "One is a man-made hybrid of our race and humans, and the other is a serious magician... "

While talking, the giant wolf raised his head and snorted in a disdainful tone: "According to your standards, there are too many monsters in this world."

Compared with the two poor mortals who lost half their lives, the lifespan of this giant wolf is much longer. He has seen countless bizarre things, so he naturally doesn't care about these two mortals who claim to be monsters.

By the time Burison wanted to refute the giant wolf, the wolf had already leaped high and used a powerful bolt of lightning at the black-robed magician and white-robed magician who were fighting together in the distance.

And on the battlefield, a black-robed mage of Greckon had been split in half by a wind blade spell from a white-robed man.

The remaining black-robed magicians still did not flinch. They used their superiority in numbers to surround these white-robed monsters desperately, and attacked them with various powerful magics.

Thunder and lightning flashed on the battlefield, and there were burning flames and dancing lightning everywhere. This is what the most frequent wars in the world look like, and this is the real battle in the wizarding world.

There are only a few people in white robes, but there are dozens of Grecon mages in black robes. The flaming swords lit up by magic

^0^ Remember in a second【】

Waving in the air, the sound of breaking wind and the crisp sound of metal and iron can be heard clearly from a long distance.

Looking at the earth-shattering battle in the distance, the two Alan Hill heavy armored grenadiers leaning against the wreckage of the armored vehicle innocently waited for someone to come and care for them.

"Hey...we are wounded..." Burrison snorted, "Is there someone to send us away?"

"Don't leave us alone!" The 2nd platoon leader lost the generosity of going to death after a disagreement just now: "I am seriously wounded, please help me treat the wound first?"

It's a pity that no one cared about the humming of the two of them. The battle over there was still fierce. From time to time, Grekken's magicians were killed, and from time to time Grekken's magicians succeeded in surprise attacks.

"Hey... I don't want to die... help me!" Before Burrison fell into a coma, he squeezed out another sentence...

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^