Fairy’s Box

In an instant, the open wings set off a hurricane, the fire waves surged, and a huge sound whistled in the depths of the cave, and the substantial dragon might filled every inch of the void.

Yale found that the four walls of the cave were gradually melting in the red flames, which were as hot as the depths of the earth. The torrents of flames mixed with old laughter, forming a huge vortex, which gathered towards the flame dragon in the center of the cave. Finally settled down.

"I'm reborn!"

Lao Wa lowered his snake neck and looked down at the black-haired knight directly below. A black smoke mixed with sparks spewed out of his nostrils. He didn't hide his excitement and enthusiasm, and slowly roared:

"I, the future flame dragon king Infenris, will be your closest partner. Please come on my back, and I will declare to the whole world the loyalty and goodwill of the Vam family to the Rosevians."

"I don't think it's necessary for the time being."

Yale immediately stopped its move and quickly explained: "My plan is to induce the Highland Kingdom to send troops. If they knew in advance that a giant dragon appeared in Celtic, they would probably shrink to death."

"Well..."

The silver fire flickered in Laowa's eyes, he raised his head silently, and asked softly, "According to His Excellency the Governor's plan, how long do I need to endure?"

"It won't be long, within a year."

"It doesn't matter." The flame dragon tapped the dragon's head, and the whole body went straight back to the ground, and the cave suddenly shook.

Isn't it just a year, just eat a full meal, then take a nap and it's over.

"As for the origin of artificial dragon blood, I think it is necessary to explain it to you."

The black-haired knight pondered for a while, and in order not to leave a grudge in the hearts of the future two clans, he explained bluntly:

"This kind of black magic is an evil spell invented by a group of scumbags and criminals. They slaughter Wamu to extract dragon blood, and create the Holy Grail of Dragon Blood to gain power."

"There's such a thing!" Laowa instantly regained his standing position, and suddenly spread his wings, even his voice seemed to be mixed with sparks: "Where are they hiding at the moment?"

"It was executed, and the culprit was killed by my own hands and my partner."

"Deserved!"

The flame dragon bared its sharp teeth happily, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and scalded the ground into a tumbling lava pit. Suddenly, its vertical pupils shrank for a while, and asked nervously:

"The dragon blood you gave me to drink is also...!!?"

"of course not."

Yalei saw Laowa's expression gloomy, and immediately waved his hand:

"The dragon blood you drank is the consultation fee exchanged by the Obelisk Research Institute for Vam's body check. It only draws a small amount each time, and it will not endanger their lives."

"It's a little better...but it's not right after all..." Lao Wa shook his head, in his opinion, it is a very shameful thing to be drawn by human beings.

"Maybe you can think about it from a different angle."

The black-haired knight noticed the look of the flame dragon and tried to persuade him:

"I know that the Huamu in the Emerald Valley has become different because of the restoration of meat, but just like the predicament you encounter, after they are strong to a certain extent, they may encounter bottlenecks. At this time, if they can consume a certain amount of The amount of real dragon blood should be able to promote further growth."

Laowa was silent for a while, and said with a solemn expression: "...As far as I know, even the most friendly Rosevians who treat monsters rarely help others for free."

"Yes, interests are important."

Yale admitted its statement, walked up to the flame dragon, and said frankly:

"But you and I are different. I and the Wamu family will be long-term allies. Even if the Highland Kingdom is demolished, we still have a wider space for cooperation. Therefore, I look forward to your strength and am willing to help you recover. Dragon body."

"Hahaha, this is the most sincere and true word I've ever heard." Lao Wa smiled and laughed, then narrowed his eyes, bent his snake neck and leaned beside the black-haired knight, and said in a low voice:

"Your Excellency Governor, what did you mean by what you just said - a broader space for cooperation?"

"An emerald valley can satisfy a group of wam, but can it satisfy a group of flaming dragons? I am afraid that food alone is not enough? Moreover, I remember that dragons have a strong sense of territory. As a weak wam, they can barely coexist and recover. It's hard to say a strong dragon body..."

The black-haired knight stared into its eyes, grasping upwards with both hands, as if holding something real:

"You need a wider living space, and I need a safe extraterritorial realm. The two are completely complementary and are undisputed natural allies."

In his view, an alliance that is maintained purely by friendship and gratitude cannot last long, and having common interests is the running-in agent for future cooperation between the two races.

"I like a straightforward human being like His Excellency the Governor."

The flame dragon shook its head with great interest, stretched out a huge front claw, and slowly raised it to the other side:

"You're right at all. The future flame dragon needs a piece of paradise. If Your Excellency the Governor can satisfy our wishes, then the Vam family will be dispatched."

"Witnessing the destruction of the Highland Kingdom will be a good start for you and me to cooperate." The black-haired knight raised his right fist with a smile and smashed the giant claw lightly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The loud laughter of one person and one dragon quickly rose and fell in the depths of the cave.

...

After signing a real covenant with the future flame dragon king Infenris, that is, Laowa, Yale returned to the Earl's Palace. He took a warm shower to wash off the salt stains on his body, and then rushed to London in a hurry.

Today, will be the day the Celtic regular army was established.

Since the current military budget of the Governor's Palace is sufficient, the recruitment plan is going very smoothly. Although it has not reached the estimated limit of 6,000 people, there is still a team of almost 5,000 people.

The army of 5,000 people will be the core force directly belonging to the Governor's Palace. Naturally, the black-haired knight will not hand it over to others. Not only must he command the army himself, but even the training and combat methods must be kept strictly confidential.

In Yale's view, the entire Anterasu combat system is now lame. It is basically a stage of high-end combat power. The real battle is often pinned on the collision between the Holy Knights and the Longevity Army. The status of low-end combat power is very embarrassing.

When a natural disaster knight can swept a low-level legion, what's the use of a low-level legion, using his own head to build high-end combat power?

Let the masses be puppets and fools?

They are smart!

Therefore, they have no morale at all when they go to the battlefield. The opposite is also a low-level army. It is useless to win, and it will not have much impact if they lose. On the other hand, when there was a top legion like the Longevity Army, they also knew that the only end of their battle was to be mowed by Wushuang, and they basically didn't resist.

Especially in the two behemoths of Roservia and the Papal State, the polarization of the arms is even more serious, because they control the most high-end combat power, and the low-level legions are basically reduced to the roles of logistics, reserve and engineering teams.

This is normal, provided that the two big killers, restraint guns and rapid-fire guns, do not appear.

The power of restraint guns and rapid-fire guns is constant. They will not increase their power because you are a Scourge Knight, nor will they weaken because you are a low-level warrior. The only difference is that in the hands of the Calamity Knights, they can fire indefinitely, while in the hands of the low-level knights, doing their best is two or three strikes.

Because of this, the black-haired knight clearly felt that the combat system of the entire world was lagging behind.

Only the Holy Armor Knights can use the combined large square formation of the Holy Armor Knights, because this is a large army composed entirely of natural disaster knights, and other lower-level armies can worship from afar.

Warriors of different strengths should be matched with different forms of tactics.

When a row of low-level soldiers holding restraint cannons can kill a natural disaster knight fighting head-on, when this era comes, the difference between low-level legions and high-end combat power will no longer be so obvious.

But even the Roservian Empire, which is most focused on military reform, will not hand over expensive rapid-fire guns to low-level soldiers, but let them fight with cold weapons. This kind of inertial thinking is even as wise as Emperor Romulus. The rulers did not see through.

Or... they may be aware of this problem, but have not come up with an effective combat system to make up for the shortcomings.

Yale has a way. In his opinion, the era when top-level legions collide alone to decide the outcome of wars is coming to an end. As long as his ideas are verified, the future will be a world where low-level legions and top-tier legions will coordinate operations.

He named the brewing tactic - the line infantry leaping tactic.

Abandon most of the cold weapons, only equip standard long swords and rapid-fire guns, advance slowly in line, release artillery bombardment to help friendly troops to quickly annihilate, or cooperate with the charge formation to tear the enemy, and directly leave the battlefield after the vindictiveness is exhausted.

As for the stragglers, he also thought about it, but after thinking of the terrifying perception and skills of the top legion, he gave up this idea. Facing opponents of the level of the Longevity Army and the Holy Army, only the dense cannon wall that makes people unable to retreat can they be suppressed and killed.

The black-haired knight felt that the low-level army cooperated with a certain number of high-ranking warriors. As long as the training was in place, even if they encountered the immortal army or the magic guard, they might be able to fight.

The idea is very simple, but it is not easy to adapt the army to this new combat system, especially in this case where there is no reference object at all, long-term training and experiments are required.

Fortunately, the Celtic wild Rosevians have not seen much of the world due to their long-term wildness, and they do not have the concept that the top legion is invincible in their minds, and the training difficulty is a little lower.

If the low-level soldiers in the other provinces are allowed to conduct this kind of experimental training, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort. Even if the training is successful, there will still be psychological shadows when encountering the top legion, and maybe there will still be a situation of surrendering with weapons.

All in all, the era of full-scale cold weapons is coming to an end. In future wars, cold weapons are only the configuration of high-level legions, and low-level soldiers will have a rapid-fire gun.

...

Celtic, London City.

Ilan and Quincy, two young men who were looking forward to gaining honor and status by joining the army, finally put on the uniforms of the regular army after overcoming the pain of merging the war patterns.

Luckily or unfortunately, what awaits them will be a completely different training.

Five thousand people stood quietly on the grassy land, lined up in a long line and slowly moved forward, waiting for the Governor to inspect and accepting their own weapons.

what is that?

When Quincy followed the team to the front of the reviewing stand, he saw that the Governor-General handed a standard long sword with a sheath and a cylindrical hollow metal cylinder to the recruits.

Yilan behind him also saw this scene. Although he was a little smarter than his companions, he couldn't turn his head for a while. How could such a thick hollow steel rod hit someone.

Most of the people present looked bewildered, and they were still able to keep quiet. It was entirely because the Governor-General's aura was too strong. They were all warriors who broke through the limit. Naturally, they could vaguely feel the difference between the Origin Knight and himself.

"From now on, you are a glorious Rosevian warrior. Take your weapon and wait to use it to claim merit for yourself."

Yale repeated the same words, put the two weapons in Quincy's hands, gave him a serious look, and then motioned for the other party to leave the reviewing stand.

After assigning weapons to the last fighter, the black-haired knight looked at a group of young fighters who were at a loss with the rapid-fire guns. He couldn't help laughing, and raised his voice and said:

"This is a rapid-fire gun, your life and death partner. Your instructor will teach it how to use it in the future. Now you will go to Glamorgan's barracks for training."

After speaking, he turned his attention to an instructor beside him:

"Dean, have your men break them into squads and take them to Glamorgan."

"As ordered, sir."

The other party immediately gave a military salute, then turned around and took the two hundred field players to the left and right to spread out in turn, and soon divided the five thousand into teams of twenty-five.

The two hundred people were the field players that Shiz brought last time, and the other one hundred people were staying in the Great Wall Garrison Barracks, so the remaining group could just be used as recruit training instructors.

Their tasks are not as heavy as they used to be, and it is enough to teach the new recruits to line up, shoot, and basic marching instructions. Melee fighting or something, because the Governor's order to quickly form an army, he can only postpone the teaching.

Yale watched the formation of the 5,000-strong team, and the five walked towards Glamorgan in parallel, then turned to look at another figure, Shalier.

After this changeling queen was trained by Charlene in various ways, she had already given up her heart. Even if she was ordered to obey the great enemy of Yale, this guy would be happy.

"The training of the recruits still needs your cooperation, so let's prepare." He instructed lightly.

"As ordered."

Shallier silently bent down, and immediately took a few steps back. His limbs lay on the ground, and he quickly transformed into the prototype of the Pegasus with Remnant Wings, and flew towards Glamorgan with a cloud of black mist.

After completing the most basic military training, let these recruits enter the Nightmare Proving Ground to deal with the various monsters that Shalier changes, which should allow them to quickly adapt to the war.

If you can keep the line advancing when dealing with monsters of this level, then this new type of legion will be mastered.

Cooperate with rock monsters, Vam, and water lizards... not enough... but also need...

Before he knew it, the black-haired knight had already walked to the port in the south of London City. At this moment, it was almost dusk, so he simply sat on a fairly clean rock.

Looking at the waves of the sea slapping towards the shore, the white waves turned up, and as the waves dispersed, countless crystal water droplets splashed on the beach, and occasionally a few lively fish jumped out.

Suddenly, Yalei's eyes turned dark, two pairs of snow-white slender hands covered his face, and a quiet and sweet voice came from behind:

"Guess who I am?"

"Elena?"

The black-haired knight showed a look of surprise and joy, immediately grabbed the two wrists covering his eyes, moved them away, and then turned back to look at the other party.

The snow-haired girl was dressed completely differently from the last time they met. She had beautiful long hair tied behind her head, and a purple cotton silk armband on her upper arm. The edges of the two armbands were white lace.

On the snow-white neck, there is a necklace, which is also a blue cotton silk neck ring, with a blue gem hanging in the center. A long skirt is a gauze skirt, which is stacked from the skirt to the top, like petals falling layer by layer, until the waist is thin, and the whole skirt is getting narrower and narrower from the end to the waist. The skirt at the lower end is enlarged and the skirt at the upper end is slender. This size contrast can just set off the beautiful line of the waist.

"Why are you always so elusive? And... what did you mean by that inexplicable sentence you left last time?" Yale looked down at her familiar pretty face and asked eagerly.

"It's been so long since I saw someone, are you going to ask these boring questions?" Elena pursed her thin lips, a look of grievance on her pretty face.

"These questions are not boring at all, they are very important!" The black-haired knight emphasized seriously.

"I'm not happy, so I don't say anything."

Miss Wu Empress blinked her bright eyes and smiled lightly, lifted her skirt and stepped back a few steps, then turned around in a light circle, and the fluffy skirt suddenly bloomed like flowers.

"Does my new clothes look good?" she asked expectantly.

"Very good-looking, very mature..." Yale tried his best to control his mind and answered honestly.

"I hate it, I'm immature."

Elena pretended to puff up her snow cheeks, raised her white thumbs, index fingers and tail fingers with both hands, overlapping them in front of her neck, and blinked her right eye at the same time:

"It's obviously seventeen years old forever☆!"

"Pfft hahaha!"

The black-haired knight still couldn't help laughing on his back, covered his stomach, and said out of breath, "This look is really great, it really is an eternal seventeen-year-old girl, Elena☆!"

As he spoke, he imitated the other party's gestures, with his arms folded around his neck, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Isn't he handsome?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The Queen Wu also imitated him to laugh on her back. She wore a long white dress that swayed like a flower branch with her incessant smile.