Rebecca left. But one hundred and eight people from the [White Eagle Sword Guard] stayed. However, these hundred or so people did not choose to station themselves in this gloomy grove. Instead, they stayed in the grove.

Not far from the south, a piece of open space was opened up. There we set up camp.

As agreed before, this army, one of the most powerful in the continent of the gods, just obeyed his orders inexplicably. For Fang Xiao, he was not happy at all to suddenly get such a powerful army.

stand up.

The main reason is still because of poverty...

Originally, the three of them wandered around the battlefield, and the three of them worked hard to save some money. But unfortunately, all the money of [White Eagle Sword Guard] was kept with the second prince Mero. Now.

Mero ran away. The hundred or so people were penniless...

The three rich people plus the more than 100 people who have no money become a hundred or so poor people who can only live with food and clothing...

Another thing is that Fang Xiao still hasn't figured out the use of this powerful army. According to the previous oracle of the goddess of the undead, the three of him came to the battlefield to go through the motions, not to make achievements, but to do something for the cause of mankind.

Some of the contributions, the cutscene has been completed, and a shaman goddess was killed. Although I have no idea of ​​taking credit, these contributions are worthy of all mankind.

For the rest of the day, just hang out slowly until the whole battle is over and then you can go home and eat. I believe this is the common idea of ​​Fang Xiao, Charles and Roland.

But there is one person who thinks differently...

Cohen put down the wine bottle in his hand. He took a clear breath, leaned on the broken tombstone, raised his head melancholy at a 45-degree angle and looked up at the sky, and began today's persuasion:

"As a man, what do you live for?"

"Making money?" "Not making..." "Three meals a day?"

Cohen ignored the casual answers from the three people and said to himself: "When a man is born in the world, he must make contributions and leave a mark in history! And now is the best time, for the great cause of the human race.

Showing up, becoming a hero, and leaving his name forever in history, isn't this what every man looks forward to?"

Then Cohen started to talk to Fang Xiao a lot about the carelessness of the human race and the principles of being a human being.

But Fang Xiao was still lying motionless on the bamboo chair in front of him, with his eyes closed and he answered calmly, "Uh-huh, uh-huh."

"I say save it, brother," Roland seemed to feel a little noisy, raised his head and said to Cohen: "Why are you doing this to a disabled person? Are you going to carry him to the battlefield? Or should you carry him?

His legs are waving around his body like weapons?!"

At this time, Fang Xiao was still lying quietly on the bamboo chair. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, although he was too lazy to talk to Cohen. After successive battles before, Fang Xiao's body had been violently overdrawn, especially with Saint Rolando.

During the battle between the two princes, even Fang Xiao himself could not figure out why the strange state entered, but the negative effects were obvious.

When he insisted on returning to this small forest, the tense nerves finally relaxed, and Fang Xiao suddenly found that he could no longer move. Now he could only lie on the chair, eating all day long, doing nothing.

Cohen lowered his head in frustration, because he knew that even if Fang Xiao could move, these three people were not the kind of people who were willing to go to the battlefield and risk their lives.

"Then let me ask you," Fang Xiao, who had been lying on the bamboo chair as if pretending to be asleep, finally spoke and asked Cohen: "If we really return to the battlefield, how do you plan to fight?"

"How to fight?!" Cohen was stunned, then thought about it carefully and said: "First find the lair of the Kingdom of Beasts..."

"Well, what then?"

"Then rush over!"

"Okay! Stop it!"

Fang Xiao couldn't help but rolled his eyes. If jumping into the fire pit is considered worthy of death and contributing to the cause of mankind, I believe that Cohen will not hesitate to take the 100 people of [White Eagle Sword Guard] with him at this time.

Jump down...

"It's not that we are unwilling to contribute to the cause of mankind," Fang Xiao couldn't help but said: "Look at you, you are just looking for death. Who will go to the battlefield with you?"

"But isn't it appropriate to sacrifice one's life for humanity?"

Are you too lazy to cover up? Asshole!!

Only then did Fang Xiao realize that the leader of the White Eagle Sword Guard, whom he had not had much contact with before, seemed to have some stubbornness, which was right, otherwise he would not have been deceived so miserably by his superior.

"I'm warning you! All other things can be discussed, except for going to the battlefield and asking for money! And I mentioned

Wake up, keep a certain distance from us and don’t act like a suicide bomb! I’m afraid that you will suddenly explode while you are talking!”

"Don't be so ruthless when you speak." Charles advised, smiling friendly at Cohen: "We can understand how you feel..."

Cohen was a little excited: "Then what?!"

"Ah?! Uh...Long live my understanding..."

"alright!"

Roland's voice interrupted everyone's conversation. It seemed that he had finally completed his work. He had no idea what this guy was tinkering with since just now. Even Fang Xiao couldn't help but open his eyes and look.

Roland picked up something on the ground. Unexpectedly, it was an ugly wheelchair...

"It's done! Give it a try. With this, I don't need to carry you on my back every day." After saying that, Roland picked up Fang Xiao and threw it directly onto the chair.

"Not bad." Roland nodded with satisfaction. Then he pushed Fang Xiao on the grave in the forest and played various difficult drifting moves until he hit a stone and Fang Xiao fell out.

stop.

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry!" Roland immediately helped Fang Xiao up and laughed heartlessly.

Despite his disgrace, Fang Xiao remained calm. After all, losing his temper in his current state was definitely not a wise choice...

After you die, I will definitely build a discotheque above your grave!!!

"Don't make trouble." At this moment, Icarus came over. After everyone returned to the small forest, Icarus looked at the surrounding environment and immediately disappeared without a trace. Fang Xiao

I originally thought I would never see her again, but at this moment Icarus was holding a small jar in his hand and walked carefully to Fang Xiao.

"Come, drink the medicine, then cover yourself with a quilt and sleep, you will be fine soon!"

Fang Xiao looked at the dark medicinal soup in the jar and couldn't help but hesitate for a while:

"Do you want to wait for my brother Wu Song to come back?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Treatment is the most important thing, drink it as soon as possible!"

After that, completely ignoring Fang Xiao's protest, he pinched his nose and drank it...

As sleepiness came over him, Fang Xiao slowly closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!