Heimarian Odyssey

"This kind of potion suitable for magicians to condense their mental strength is not available at the headquarters of the Corps." The Fat Corps Commander said awkwardly.

Magician? Condense your mental strength? It's a matter of me, a knight who cultivates fighting spirit, and what Angelina suggested.

Or think of who these two potions Locke, the lower-level noncommissioned officer, heard from the mouth. The Fatty Commander was ruthless and said hardly, "This potion is also a great upgrade for the knight, but only the headquarters logistics of the Eagle Corps. It's only available everywhere. If you need it, I can get it for you." The head of the Fatty Soldier looks badly lost.

Seeing a head of a regiment like this, Locke did not yet know that the "Potion of Condensation of Will" is more precious than the "Potion of Johnson". There is a cheap price that does not occupy the bastard. If you miss this store, you will not know when it will be in the future. When he got this kind of potion, Locke gritted his teeth, and he did not hesitate to provoke the captain of the brigade, but also resolutely agreed, "Thank you Lord George!"

Locke promised to be happy, but the head of the fat soldiers suffered. He not only bleeds this time, but cut him a piece of meat. Although he was so fat, it was fine to lose two pieces of meat.

At night, the joint barracks of the eagle army and the lion army were lit up. Torches and patrolling soldiers are everywhere.

A leader such as George took the lead, of course, the green light all the way, and the soldiers who did not make any enquiries asked how many people were crossing the barracks. The body of the Fat Corps Commander is his pass, and there may be only such an amazing tonnage commander in the two major legions.

The fortress made up of 70,000 people is still very large. Along the way, they are all continuous military tents. The ten-meter-high military tents represent at least a military tent of ten people. Calculated in this way, there are at least 7,000 military accounts.

Of course, more than that. Squadron leaders like Locke also have their own small military account.

In addition to the large military accounts, Locke was also impressed by the fortifications outside the military accounts and the horse refused. Several megalithic catapults and siege hammers that only a few people can hold together quietly stop at the corner of this huge barracks.

Locke passed by just a small area. I can’t believe how many such siege weapons were in the entire Eagles and Lions.

Rows of sharp and sturdy horses refused to stand outside the barracks. This should be to prevent the Sherlo Mermaid in the surrounded capital from breaking the dead net.

Locke could not imagine how many horses would be required to completely enclose a large city with nearly 100,000 residents.

The former Locke was just an ordinary soldier. He had seen these things before, but he had not considered them deeply. What he once struggled with every day was not to die in the next day's battle. Once he only needed a black meal. Dinner for bread will satisfy yourself.

Now standing in the perspective of the squadron squadron, there was even Baron Kedoqi and even a captain of the corps talking and chatting. Locke couldn't help but look deeper and think longer.

Perhaps it was when Locke stared intently at the row of horses standing outside the barracks in the distance, and the head of the fat soldier George introduced: "These horses have spent a lot of effort to drive 80,000 Shirlow people. The slave and the logistics team of the entire Eagle Corps took a month to get it done."

The commander of the Fat Corps couldn't stop expressing a sense of pride. This was a huge city of 100,000, so they were surrounded by fortifications and the army.

What Locke thought of was the 80,000 Sherro slaves, which was more than the total number of the Eagles and Lions. In this way, they were captured by the Forstan army wearing armor and holding a sword. Is it due to the strength of the Forstan army, or the weakness of the Charlotte character.

Locke's sense of worry is very heavy, otherwise he will not decisively join the army before the food at home is finished, and give his parents and sister a way of life. He was also a character who wanted to do whatever he wanted. The commander of the Georges next to him was still chatting with Baron Kedoqi, but Locke was thinking about the improvement of his strength.

He didn't want to be like the Charlottes who had been slaved by them in the future.

Now that I think about it, the next bamboo stick is more vigorous. George, who was still the bragging fat commander, did not realize that the next situation might be more than just bleeding and cutting meat.

Suddenly a trembling came, the Fatty Commander looked around and found nothing strange, and then boasted about his great achievements to Baron Kedoqi.

George found out that Locke was a dull character and said very little, and his chief, Baron Kedoch, was easy to speak. George really warmed up to Baron Keddoch. In his view, it was more cost-effective to pay Baron Keddoch than to Locke, because after all Locke was a soldier under Bart Keddoch.

Baron Kedoch’s enthusiasm for Captain George was very flattered. His upper-level relationship was only one of Marquis de Sandra. Other big nobles, he only met some at the last prince’s dinner, but they were not very familiar, just Let others know that he is alone.

The commander of the Fat Corps took the initiative to make an acquaintance, so that Baron Keddoch saw a threshold for approaching the upper class nobles of Forstan. A rational nobleman.

But with a purpose, the baron of Kedoch also changed from cold to tuberculosis. During the chat with George, the two of them burst into a hearty smile from time to time.

Not long, it was time to go. The Corps Logistics Department of the Eagle Corps is no better than the Corps Logistics Department of the Second Corps. The phoenix here is much more courageous than the Second Corps.

The four-meter-high and six-meter-wide gate, which is more open than the small yard of the logistics department of the Corps, is brighter.

It's already eight or nine o'clock at night, but it's still quite lively. In addition to a lot of people coming and going, there are three or two carriages going in and out of the gate from time to time.

The commander of the George Corps stopped laughing with Baron Kedozi and led Locke to the stride of the logistics department of the Eagles.

Although it was night, the light in the courtyard was surprisingly good, not only surrounded by torches, but also several huge braziers in the center for lighting.

The head of the George Corps had been moving very much, and now it seemed to show his arrival and to show his aura. The head of the Corps walked along, and the ground was shaking.

Of course, the effect has been achieved. Many soldiers or officers who saw the arrival of the head of the George Corps greeted each other. After all, the commander of the George Corps is also the second-level high-level leader of the Eagle Corps, except for the group of commanders and deputy commanders.

The commander of the George Corps seemed to enjoy the feeling of the stars in the moon, and the greetings to others were only a faint "uh" to express his knowledge, and then led Locke and others to a big step inside a warehouse-like place.

There are a lot of warehouses here. The leader of the George Corps led them to a warehouse that was located in a relatively biased position, but was surrounded by several torches and the arrow towers.

A group of people in the logistics department left curious eyes on Locke and others who followed behind the George Corps. No one had seen these people, not to mention Locke and Joshak, the Baron Kedoch, and the old lord of the Marquis of Sandro as a backer. He had never been to the Logistic Office of the Legion several times.

The warehouse is not as bright as the outside, and the light is darker, making it hard to see what is there, but there is always a soldier who comes in and pushes a small cart-like thing to transport items, letting people know that there is still Popular.

In addition to the soldiers transporting goods, Locke also felt that there are several subtle atmospheres far beyond the logistics department of the Corps, all of which are above the mid-level servants. It is not surprising that there are high-level servants Locke. After all, this is the logistics department of the Eagle Corps , The lifeblood of the whole army.

Go to the counter on the left side of the warehouse, "Pete! Old Pete! You come out for me!" The commander of the George Corps patted the counter, shouting loudly at a curtain behind the counter.

Not a few people waited, and the curtain was lifted quickly. An old man with silver hair came out from behind the curtain. The old man was very clean and behaved meticulously, reminding Locke of Baron Kedoch. John the steward.

"What's the matter? It's so late, you George Commander is still here." The silver-haired old man smiled and said to the Fatty Commander.

"Of course there is something to come!" The head of the Fatty Soldier's eyes glared, but not the kind of intimidation, but a kind of joke, it seems that he has a good relationship with the silver-haired old man.

"Fuck, what do you need?" The old silver-haired old man Pete also saw that George had brought the group of people behind him to pick things up.

"A potion of volition condensate!" The fat on his face shuddered a few times, and the commander of the fat soldier said these words with difficulty.

The silver-haired old man opened his eyes wide and stared at the commander of the Fatty Soldier. "George, I didn't hear that there is a magician seedling in your family?" The name, it seems that his true identity is not much lower than the commander of George.

The commander of the Fat Corps grinned awkwardly and explained, "This is to promote a junior with a good potential~" George has called Locke a "junior", this is to tell Locke, don't forget him 'elder'.

Pete looked at the people behind George, and he looked at the tender words that Locke could bear. The only thing here was that Locke was under 30 years old.

After looking at Locke for a few moments, as if to remember such a person, the silver-haired old man shook the bell and shouted "Fina! Go to Area B to get a blue potion!"

"Got it!" A female voice came from inside.

Soon, a blond woman came out from behind the door curtain, holding a small wooden box with a palm length in her hand, and handed it to the silver-haired old man.

The silver-haired old man did not give the Fat Corps in George the first time, but took out a copy and handed it to Fina beside him, turned his head and said to George; "You have to think clearly, this represents your three Months of salaries are gone!"

"Got it, got it, where is so much nonsense!" The Fatty Commander waved his hand and interrupted Pete's next words, "I need to rely on salaries?" As if to hold his face, George said hard. .

Thinking of what the head of the Corps is doing, Pete was relieved. This is indeed a master who does not lack money-

Something happened in the afternoon and evening. I was worried about not being able to update it in time. I sent it this morning.