When Chen Bo heard the big man announcing his home address, the corners of Chen Bo's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times, and he quickly lowered his head to cover it up.
He actually heard his grandfather mention this name, and he was deeply impressed by this senior who had a rough personality and a slightly unreliable behavior.
It is said that before the war zone was established, this rich captain made a lot of jokes and was famous in the entire Holy Dragon City.
Although his behavior is eccentric, this wealthy captain is a fierce man on the battlefield. He leads his army of war beasts to an invincible pace and kills the enemy with fear.
Each large city in the Holy Dragon War Zone has a considerable number of war beast legions, and its founder and first legion commander is the man in front of you.
Chen Bo was full of respect for such an old-timer.
Looking at the beast with chicken wings and a lazy expression next to him, Chen Bo had no doubts in his mind.
"I should have thought of this when I saw this weird beast..."
The war beast owned by the local captain is more famous than himself. It is said that he defeated this war beast, and the origin of the pair of chicken wings is also very mysterious.
It is said that the strength of this war beast has exceeded the king level. During a plane invasion, it once single-handedly destroyed the royal capital of an indigenous monk.
Just looking at it lying lazily on the ground without any threatening appearance, Chen Bo really couldn't connect it with a king-level beast.
After knowing the identity of the local captain, Chen Bo actually had a lot to ask, but he was afraid that it would appear rude, so he hesitated to ask.
Just when he was extremely confused, the communicator sounded a connection prompt, indicating that his grandfather had been connected.
"Xiao Bo, what do you have to do with grandpa?"
The face of a middle-aged man appeared on the communicator. His temples were slightly white, and he was wearing a set of white monk's soft armor.
The eyes that looked at Chen Bo had a touch of kindness and a hint of unnoticeable severity.
The white monk soft armor is a special garment for non-combat monks in the Holy Dragon War Zone, and its protective power is far inferior to that of black combat armor.
The type of armor is only used to distinguish job status, and the attachments mounted vary from person to person, but it does not mean that they are incompetent.
Chen Bo's grandfather was a real seven-star monk. He once followed Lou Cheng to conquer several planes, and the sword in his hand also drank blood.
Although he is a non-combat professional, the iron-blooded aura of the monk is still very obvious.
"Grandpa, I met your former companion in Holy Dragon City, and he said he wanted to have a chat with you."
After hearing Chen Bo's words, his grandfather Chen Song was stunned for a moment, and then asked eagerly: "Who did you see? Where is he? Let grandpa take a look!"
Seeing his always calm grandfather showing such an expression, Chen Bo did not dare to delay and quickly approached the local captain.
"Little nerd, do you still recognize me?"
The local captain had a smile on his face, waved to Chen Song, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Legion commander, are you the legion commander?"
The moment he saw the local captain, Chen Song's face was full of surprise. While he was smiling and talking, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"Who else could it be if it wasn't me? I haven't seen you for decades. Your appearance has changed a lot!"
The local captain took a sip of wine and said with a smile.
"Legion Commander, you also know that my cultivation talent is too poor. If I hadn't gone to the Rift Territory, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to be promoted to Lord Monk in this life.
It is precisely for this reason that the appearance looks much older, but it is also good that it looks more stable."
Chen Song laughed and explained, and at the same time looked at the rich captain seriously, and said in a nostalgic tone: "Regiment Commander, you haven't changed much. You still look as majestic as before."
The local captain laughed loudly, pointed at Chen Song and cursed: "What impressed me the most back then was that you guys from the original world were so slippery.
He is usually the best at flattering me, trying to learn skills from me in every possible way, and will not give up until he achieves his goal.
You said that none of you need to go to the battlefield, why do you need to learn those battlefield killing things, what's wrong with controlling those metal lumps honestly?"
Chen Song on the other end heard this and scratched his head in embarrassment, seeming a little embarrassed.
At this time, he didn't look like a core monk in Loucheng at all, but more like a young boy.
"Controlling those armed robots is not as fun as controlling the war beasts. It's fun to go into battle in person.
Ever since I was a child, I have hoped that I could fly into the sky and escape from the earth. When I saw the opportunity to realize my dream, how could I miss it so easily."
Chen Song explained guiltily, and after hesitating for a few moments, he asked the local captain: "Legion Commander, I heard that you, a barbarian plane, suffered some injuries. Have you recovered now?"
Hearing Chen Song's words, the local captain sighed and nodded gently to him.
"I'm sorry that after you left Holy Dragon City, you still cared about our brothers. It's considered affectionate and righteous.
Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I’ll rest for twenty or thirty years and I’ll still be able to go into battle and kill the enemy.”
Upon hearing the words of the local tyrant captain, both Chen Bo and Chen Song fell silent at the same time.
It takes 20 to 30 years to cultivate, which proves that the rich captain was seriously injured, and he is very lucky to be alive in front of them now.
Chen Song was silent for a moment and asked in a slightly hoarse tone: "So, are the brothers who went on the expedition with you all okay now?"
The rich captain looked a little sad. He raised his head and took a sip of wine, with a wry smile on his lips.
"Back then, we were plotted by those native monks and trapped in a monster lair. Countless monsters surrounded our brothers.
It took a full day and night of fighting to completely kill those monsters, but many of the brothers who participated in the battle had already died.
I held my breath and killed the leaders of the monsters. I originally thought I would sleep with those brothers, but I didn't expect that I was rescued in the end.
Because of the heavy losses, this incident even alarmed the city lord. He stopped practicing midway and went to the battlefield to collect the remaining souls of his brothers who died in the battle.
But even so, there are still more than a hundred brothers whose souls are broken and cannot be saved again."
When the local captain said this, his tone became much lower, and he raised his head and took a big sip of wine.
Seeing the brothers who had been together day and night for decades dying in front of him one by one, perhaps only he knew the pain in his heart.
Chen Song sighed and comforted him and said: "Legion Commander, you don't have to blame yourself too much. From the day we became monks in Loucheng, it was destined that one day we might be stained with blood on the battlefield.
If you can fight vigorously to the last moment, you will have no regrets in this life. I believe that those brothers will never regret their original choice."
After hearing Chen Song's words, the local captain smiled, raised the wine bottle and took another sip.
"You brat, put it away quickly, it sounds disgusting.
After all, I have fought in more than a dozen planes, and the corpses of enemies who died in my hands can pile up into a mountain, so there is nothing I can't look away from.
I happened to meet your grandson today, so I took him for a walk around the inner city and let him have a good look at what the place where our Shenglong War Zone started from is like?
Although monks are not old, the potential of this younger generation cannot be underestimated. They have better cultivation conditions than us and have learned more knowledge.
Even the Lord of the City has said that if the Holy Dragon War Zone wants to develop and grow, these young people are the real main force.
So what we old guys have to do now is to practice quietly and worry less about nothing.
When these young people really can’t control themselves anymore, we can come forward and help them regain their place.”
Hearing the somewhat rogue words of the local captain, Chen Song smiled and nodded, while giving Chen Bo, who was standing next to him, an encouraging look.
"Since you have the opportunity to compete in the finals, you must try your best and never let grandpa down."
Chen Bo nodded in agreement, and at the same time quietly clenched his fists, secretly making up his mind.
During the rise of the Holy Dragon War Zone, the older monks wrote countless legends, and every time I hear them, my blood boils.
Now that the new generation of monks has grown up, their names may not appear in the legendary stories heard by the next generation.