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Entering the big tent gave Gus a different feeling. The big tent suddenly became wider. Gus looked around and saw that the oil paintings on the walls were gone. Without those majestic oil paintings on the walls, people were no longer so depressing and the sight was clearer. It’s a lot more open.

Yokesley put down the map in his hand, spread it on the ground, rolled up his sleeves and walked back. There was still half a wall of weapons that had not been packed away.

Gus walked over and glanced at the map. The area outlined in vermilion was very eye-catching. It was in the center of the junction of the three empires. The border lines of the three countries cleverly bypassed here, leaving a small blank space, forming a deserted area. In a place of management, there is no law, no nobility, only strength, and a foothold fought for with blood.

No one has ever been able to dominate this land, not even the three empires united. All transactions in the world can be found here. The advantages and disadvantages of human nature are all exposed here, exposed naked to the air. Some people like it, and some people like it. Disgust is heaven and hell.

Gus picked up the map and asked, "Are you going to Dream City?"

Yorksley is packing up the weapons on the wall. These are the items worn by the commanders of the Apocalypse Legion over the years. Long swords are the most numerous. There are also other styles, all of which are varied, but they account for a small proportion.

Yorksley did not turn around, "The Apocalypse Army is about to appear, and troubled times may not be far away."

Gus frowned, troubled times, what kind of troubled times are there? Although there are some frictions between the five empires from time to time, most of the time they live in peace and harmony. The borders are open, trade is frequent, and cultural exchanges are even closer. I heard that the five largest taverns in the five empires organized a gathering together to select The appearance of the most beautiful prostitute in the Five Kingdoms caused a sensation. There was no sign of troubled times at all. There was singing and dancing everywhere, and even the appearance of the Dark Wizards Alliance was much less.

Perhaps he noticed Gus's doubts, or he said to himself, "At the beginning of troubled times, Apocalypse was born. When Apocalypse shines on the world, it is also the most chaotic time in the world. In every time of trouble, no one in the whole world can be alone. Apocalypse The Legion has gone through thousands of years and reincarnations again, and that day is really coming soon."

Yokesley bent down, put the last long sword hanging on the wall into the box, locked the box with force, and sat on it, his deep eyes fixed on Gus: "Are you willing to join? The Apocalypse Legion will work together to stop the troubled times? If you like, you will be the captain of the sixth team of the Apocalypse Legion, and everything will be decided by you. I will not interfere, and I cannot interfere. I believe that the name of the Apocalypse Legion will not wrong you."

Gus faced the sharp-edged gaze and shook his head speechlessly. Was he talking so much just to get himself to join the Apocalypse Legion?

The Apocalypse Legion has a history. The name is indeed quite deceptive. It is indeed stationed in the Massa Empire. It was not expelled by the Massa Empire. In the early morning, it decisively took action and left 200 lives. All of this is true. See it in your eyes.

It is definitely a serious crime to massacre two hundred civilians in the empire. Moreover, the people killed this time were private soldiers of the nobles, and the situation was even worse. However, for a whole day, there was no action from the empire, and no regular troops were seen.

But these don't mean anything, and the Apocalypse Army is seriously lacking in military resources and does not have any logistical support. Even if trouble comes, Gus doesn't think these people can compete with other armies. There are only a thousand people, that is, one round of crossbows from those big legions. things.

As for your own team, you have the final say. Damn it, look at the current Apocalypse Legion. Even if you agree, you are still a polished commander. You have to raise the soldiers, military expenses and equipment yourself, and the profound meaning of this sentence is, don’t count on the legion. To help you, you have to do everything yourself.

Besides, I don’t know much about the Apocalypse Legion. If a few mortal enemies of the Apocalypse Legion pop up that day, who will I find to reason with?

It can be said that only people who have been kicked in the head by a donkey will agree.

Seeing Gus glaring at him, Yorksley's sharp eyes softened. He took off his helmet and placed it lightly on his thigh. He rubbed his nose and covered his head with thick hair, setting off his square face. He didn't like to talk or laugh, but he had a brave and loyal image. Yorksley was silent for a few seconds before saying: "This army is going through a trough right now, but I believe that the future will be better with you joining the Apocalypse Legion. And you Look, there is no Apocalypse Army this time, where can you three go?"

Gus suddenly laughed. How could he answer this? After thinking for a long time, he smiled bitterly and said: "I can join, but you can't just send me away with this sentence. There must be some expression."

Seeing Gus relent, Yokesley couldn't wait to jump up from the box, slapped his thigh vigorously, and said hurriedly: "Okay, you say, as long as the Apocalypse Legion has anything, I can give you."

Gus was silent again. He looked around. In addition to oil paintings, there were equipment from unknown ages. Although there were a few witch wand-like things inside, there was no longer any wave of witch power. In terms of function, it was just a It's just a relatively good-looking fire stick.

After looking at it for a long time, Gus suddenly discovered that the most valuable thing here was the map in his hand, which meant that this map was still useful to him.

Finally, Gus sighed and walked to the desk with a sad face. The entire tent was empty. There was really nothing to take. In the end, there was only something on the desk.

Three or two quills were placed sideways, many of the papers had turned brown, and there was nothing else.

Yokesley coughed awkwardly. He knew what was in it. To be honest, the weapons under his butt were indeed of some value.

However, Yokesley didn't remind him, and his eyes followed Gus's body, and finally fell on a small mark on the corner of the table.

Gus placed the small seal in the palm of his hand. The object, which was only two inches in size, was very unattractive. Moreover, the black dust on the small seal had covered up its original appearance. Only the logo of the Apocalypse Legion was engraved on it, which looked pretty good. Clear.

Yorksley raised his eyebrows and put a smile on his face, "Ahem, there is nothing good in this legion. Since my nephew likes this thing, let's take it. What I like most are young talents with great ambitions. , In the future, we should work hard with Deaton to make progress together."

Gus glanced at Yokesley, put down the small print and rubbed his fingers, "Legion Commander, I am not worthy of this thing because of my humble fortune. Please take it back."

At this time, Yokesley got a little anxious. He stood up and put his helmet on the desk. He solemnly put the small seal into Gus's hand and said with sincerity: "Where is my nephew? I have a deep blessing. You can tell at a glance. It will definitely shine brightly in ten years. Although this small seal is small, it is also the most valuable thing of the legion. It represents the entire legion. I am sure it is not given to my nephew. In this way, my nephew will accept this seal for the time being. If the legion spreads its wings in the future, I will naturally compensate my nephew at that time."

This military seal was left in the pile of files behind Yokesley when he took over the Apocalypse Legion. He discovered it at an accidental moment and threw it on the desk. If Gus hadn't cleaned up the desk, this thing would have been lost. Long forgotten.

Seeing the "sincere" look in Yokesley's eyes, Gus couldn't refuse anymore. After all, he had received huge help from the Apocalypse Legion this time. He immediately nodded and agreed. Just join, there will be no loss to himself, not to mention , Gus always felt that the Apocalypse Army was not simple.

"Okay, okay, nephew, go and call the other five captains, and I will deploy the battle plan for tonight."

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