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Mel listened to Crue’s words, and his eyes showed a longing expression, and replied: “Second Type people are so-called geniuses. Such people just stand on the battlefield as if they were born for this stage. The so-called experience and law He is totally unsuitable for him. His every move is like a madman’s move in the normal soldier’s code, just like Flame King Gaetel in the Knuuk hills with the infantry Phalanx Formation facing the Miirna’s famous heavy cavalry. Anyone who is changed to be self-destructive, but he can succeed in creating miracles in one fell swoop, not because he is being fortunate by the lucky Goddess, but because of the courage and genius of inspiration and smell, this sense of smell and inspiration is born It’s impossible to think about it, nor can it imitate it–“

“In a nutshell, ordinary people can’t learn.” The young wizard turned his eyes in a hurry.

“Almost,” Mel is very serious: “This kind of name is rare in a hundred years. The genius like Flame King has never appeared since the War of the Holy Saints -” he stopped here for a while. Only then did the courage say: “But I may have seen this potential in a person. He can always make it impossible. This is one of the purposes of my place.”

“You mean Lord Thane?” The young wizard almost didn’t jump up and shook his head. “This is impossible. Lord Thane is very powerful, but that is in other respects. On the war, I think Ms. Medissa is better than him.” too much.”

Jutta also feels a bit outrageous. She is more familiar with Brando than these youngsters. Of course, knowing that one’s own Lord Thane is still very good in the small-scale battle of command, of course, it just looks like her’s all. But in a large-scale war, perhaps Lord Thane’s eyes are always very predictable, but it is far too far to say that compared to Flame King.

It was the most genius and stunned person born in humans in a thousand years ago. The Gaetel in Four Sages was the most ordinary, but the highest achievement. The other three sages in the four sages were on the almost on par. Aerlanta is slightly higher than the line, but it is still too far away from Flame King Gaetel. Wind Empress Saers is most confident in his own Swordsmanship, but he has to admit that Gaetel is a character who can’t be surpassed by anyone in Swordsmanship innate talent for a thousand years. On military command, he doesn’t know the other three sages. After a few streets, Aerlanta would not be commanded at all, and Faanzan was almost the same. Saers had command capabilities, but it was limited to this. A thousand years ago, in the fierce war, the Black Iron races actually participated. There are only two protagonists in the development of the battle, one is Flame King Gaetel, one is Silver Elf.

These two protagonists perfectly interpret the phrase of Raphael.

Mel sees other people’s faces, revealing an expression of disbelief, only smiles faintly, and does not refute. These days, he and Jutual and Jutta, the top bosses, get along very well. He doesn’t want to do these little things. Controversy with the same people, not to mention that they still have business.

Seeing Mel’s expression, Jutta seemed to react. She shook her head. “I didn’t expect you to be so optimistic about Lord Thane. Yeah, Mel, work hard, find Time I will introduce him to him.”

“Really?”

“Nature.” Jutta was very dissatisfied with one’s own words and was questioned: “But now, let’s talk about your plan.”

The young Knight did not seem to notice that the self-esteem of the female mercenary commander was damaged, and he was excited and pointed to the stones on the ground.

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The dark candlelight spreads in the direction of the sly. The end of the light is a beauty like ice sculpture. The face that emerges from the darkness has the snow and ice fairy described in mythology, but the straight nose and chin seem to be like It was carved out with a chisel, and each line was sharp. She was watching a youngster in front of her, and the depth of the scorpion occasionally flashed a glory of blue. The youngster sat on a wooden ash box, sinking himself tightly frowns, holding a shackle with one hand, elbows on the thighs, unconsciously smashing the glass scattered in the dust with a polished riding boot. Fragmentation.

The sharp pieces shimmer in the candlelight, like the pearls in the gravel.

“Gretta, you seem to be very impatient?” The voice of the woman seemed to come from the abyss of the nightmare, like a bitter ice wind, and everything that passed through was ice-cold, giving a slap in the face of a mortal cold hair. It’s crisp. But the youngster called Gritta is not a mortal. To be precise, he is a dead person. The dead will not feel cold because they have no body temperature at all – to hear this question, Grita Raises head Look at the Banshee Queen with a beating, deep red, like a surging plasma.