Douluo's dark martial arts

"Xuantie?!"

As soon as he got the metal prosthetic limb, the one-eyed man knew that the raw material it was made of was actually black iron that had been refined a hundred times.

You must know that although this level of metal raw materials is not expensive, it is extremely labor-intensive and cannot be used to popularize the underlying armed forces.

Not to mention using hundred-refined black iron to make prosthetic limbs for a group of disabled people and placing them in the imperial army. This is nothing more than wasting money.

"Otherwise, can I use wood to make it for you?"

Zefa looked at the one-eyed man's shocked expression and said,

"Ordinary iron tools can't withstand a few battles in the extreme north and freeze to pieces. I give you black iron for the efficiency of the legion.

Don't look impressed, and antifreeze oil and protective covers are free."

I briefly explained the salary and benefits of Teach's recruitment of legions. Although the pay is better than that of the regular legions of the empire, there are no holidays and they have to spend several years in the harsh environment of the far north.

To be honest, except for the old, weak, sick and disabled people like One-Eye, other normal people would probably not join such a mercenary corps.

After all, in a ghost place like the Far North, even if you are killed by someone unfamiliar with the place, no one will avenge you.

But this kind of legion is exactly where the old, weak, sick and disabled want to go. It is remote enough for them to vent the grievances they have suppressed in their hearts over the years.

In addition to allowing them to change places and start their lives over again, the most important thing is that they finally have a job opportunity that they are familiar with.

For ordinary people, battlefields full of killings are undoubtedly repulsive. At first, they also had the same attitude.

But many times, habits and opinions are slowly developed with familiarity.

After leaving the front line, they slowly realized that they were not just familiar with the battlefield, but

But they have become dependent on war, and a very small number of them are even addicted.

That desire for a life-and-death challenge may sound like a fair statement, but it actually exists among minority groups.

"Then what are you waiting for? Wherever the Blackbeard people are, I will die there even if I die!"

The greasy fat man in the corner climbed up from the ground desperately. The inferior wooden crutch in his hand was accidentally crushed by his exaggerated weight.

The smell of war made these people break free from the shackles of alcohol and desperately want to get the quota to go to the Far North.

Zefa and Shanks looked at the "alive" soldiers one by one with complicated expressions. In the end, it was Blackbeard who gave these remnants the life they longed for.

They don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing for the empire, but they know that for these remnants, this is the best result.

"When do you want to see the guy outside the window? I am very excited right now!"

The one-eyed man who had regained his motivation for life had a change in his demeanor and mentality. He became more sensitive to the surrounding environment. He spied on the "little mice" in the tavern outside the window.

...

at the same time,

On the other side of Soto City, a team of the active Shadow Team is methodically searching for smuggling-related strongholds in the city according to mission instructions.

Genius soul masters who are about 34 years old and have the power of soul masters, cooperate with each other like precise machines, shuttle through the alleys of the city,

"The alarm on the east side is cancelled, the team is heading to the west side,"

The murmuring voice passed through the rain curtain to the fully armed soul master team one after another. From the issuance of the order to the implementation, these teenagers took very little time. It was obvious that they had practiced together to a sufficient level of tacit understanding.

Relying on the wall, they were like silent snakes, their combat uniforms rubbing against the rough walls around them, slowly moving closer to their target, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

Come to the door, organize your formation, and break in

This team of seven talented soul masters demonstrated their teamwork to the fullest, just like a work of art displayed to the audience on the stage.

Two Mammoth Martial Soul Masters knocked open the door. At the same time, several long-range soul skills were shot towards the front view at the moment the door was opened, at the corner of the corridor and down the stairs.

No assistance, no control,

The usual extreme attack coordination allowed the first team to develop highly sensitive nerves. Unfortunately, their assault this time was destined to be in vain.

Because when they broke through the door, they discovered that the enemy who was supposed to resist had now turned into a warm corpse lying in a pool of blood.

This means that someone took action before them!

"Be careful! The other party is still in the house!"

As the commander, the soul master captain immediately judged from the state of the corpse that the death time of the deceased should be within 10 minutes. In other words, someone broke into this place 10 minutes ago, killed their target in advance, and also Not a sound was heard by them,

"Looks like he's a master, Fireworks, call the second team over to support us."

The sniper soul master who was vigilantly patrolling looked at the assault soul master not far away, the young soul master who possessed the fireworks spirit.

Originally, this was supposed to be a canary-like martial spirit that was not very lethal and was more aesthetically pleasing, performed for the imperial nobles.

However, when the opponent's first spirit ring was a white phosphorus firework, the supposedly beautiful firework spirit turned into a terrifying death scythe.

"No, I'm afraid it's too late."

The soul master captain looked at the hidden corner of the kitchen. The moment the words fell, everyone who had already developed a tacit understanding immediately released their soul skills in the direction of the captain's gaze.

Walls and bricks quickly disintegrated like paper shells under the destruction of soul skills.

After the ashes dispersed, a red figure stepped on the dust and appeared in front of them unscathed, without any appearance of being affected.

"Soul King...it shouldn't be. How can there be nothing wrong with it?"

The mammoth soul master looked at the red devil in red uniform in front of him in horror. You must know that with their full output, even if the soul sect is unprepared, he will die.

Even though there are soul king masters on the opposite side, it is completely impossible to remain unaffected by their attacks.

"Humph! Pretending to be a ghost."

The captain of the first team calmly looked at everything that happened before him and said aloud,

"You must have dodged the attack just now. After the attack was covered by dust, you returned to your original position, so you looked uninjured.

Who are you and what is the purpose of appearing here! "

The dark red boots ravaged the gravel on the ground. The red devil looked at the familiar young geniuses in front of him with relief, especially the familiar Mammoth Soul Master.

Looks a lot like that guy Jack...

The next second, as the soul ring under his feet suddenly lit up, the red devil's figure disappeared from the spot, and appeared behind the sniper soul master in the blink of an eye.

"Just treat me as your enemy and let me see how strong you are."