Chapter 107: The Dowry of the Ocean: The God of Death (1)

What a steel lion. Ye Yinzhu felt a little ashamed, and at the same time she couldn't help but admire Seedov. If his Qincheng could have such an army, there would be no need to have more, and that four thousand people would be enough. It's really like that, then even if you face ten times the enemy, you would have the confidence to fight.

The man of Seedorf showed a smile, which was a look of relief and pride. When his eyes turned to the other two hundred warriors, it had turned cold again.

Marshal Sidorf and Martini are famous for Milan. Martini is known as the Shield of Milan, while Sidorf's nickname is the Sword of Milan. The extremely sharp Sword of Milan.

When they saw this marshal, the previous looseness had disappeared. The two hundred warriors, including fifty magicians, stood solemnly. Although the formation was not neat, there was no smile on their faces at this time. All those who could be selected to come here were Jingying. However, there was a lot of arrogance in their hearts.

Seidov looked at the soldiers in front of him lightly, "Oliveira, leave."

"Yes." Olivera made a standard step, and three big steps had already walked out of the queue. The star blue battle armor on her body immediately brought up a string of blue light and shadow under the sunlight.

"Tell me, what are you doing just now?" Seedorf said calmly and coldly.

Oliveira's expression was solemn, and she didn't even look at Ye Yinzhu beside Seedov, "We are waiting for your arrival and waiting for your instruction."

Seidov nodded and walked forward slowly. Although he walked very slowly, every step seemed to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, calm and powerful.

After walking to Oliveira, Seedov stopped. His eyes swept over Oliveira, and then looked at the warriors and magicians who came here with him.

"You are all the elites of the younger generation of the Empire. Being able to come here means you are prepared to sacrifice for the glory of the Empire. In my eyes, each of you is a warrior of the Empire and the inheritor of the glory of Milan. I, the Imperial Marshal Seedorf, pay tribute to you." As he said, Seedorf stomped his right foot with force and raised his right hand straight in front of him. He pointed to the sky, and the standard Milan military salute.

The three hundred soldiers behind him were the same posture and uniformity.

After the salute, Seidov and his soldiers put down their right hands at the same time, and the solemn color suddenly turned into sharpness. At this time, he was like an invincible sword, with a surging and majestic murderous intent instantly covering the whole audience, and a light purple light scattered everywhere without any concealment.

Oliveira, who was the first to bear the brunt of the brunt, couldn't help but groan, and took three steps in a row before barely standing firm. The blue fighting spirit on her body had been released with all her strength. The others were farther away, but the distance was farther. For a moment, the fighting spirit mainly green and the magic color lit up at the same time, resisting Seidorf's momentum.

Seidov was still standing there, as if he had done nothing, the huge pressure did not weaken at all, and said coldly: "I salute you because of your courage to come here and your determination to maintain the glory of Milan. But now I feel ashamed of you. Are you in your spirits like you want to become warriors who maintain the glory of Milan?" He turned around suddenly and pointed his right hand at the three hundred black-armored warriors. His eyes became even more sharp, "Who are they?"

The two hundred people led by Oliveira did not say anything because they didn't know how to answer.

"They are your comrades-in-arms who share life and death. What was your attitude just now? Do you look down on them? Olivera, please answer me."

Oliveira also stamped her feet and raised her hand, thinking that Seedorf would give the Milan military salute, "No."

Seidov snorted coldly, "No. I'm afraid you are the only one. In more than a month, you will fight together and stand on the same battlefield. If there is a barrier now, it will turn into a devastating disaster. I am a very direct person. Since I am not convinced, you might as well compete. If you win, then you will be the main force of this small group in the future. These three hundred warriors will follow your pace. If you lose, then take off your gorgeous armor, put on the same subway armor as them, and become part of these warriors. Oliveira, these two hundred people, including the magician, will be temporarily commanded by you. I will give you half an hour of preparation time. Half an hour later, here will be here to win."

"Yes, Marshal." Oliveira is worthy of being the most outstanding child of the Violet family. He did not hesitate at all in the face of Seedorf's orders.

Seedorf looked at Oliveira who was still standing still, "What? Is there any problem?"

Oliveira shouted: "Yes, sir Marshal. I saw you bring at least one magician. He, like me and most of the people we just came to, are from a student from the Milan Magic and Martial Arts Academy, so I ask you to let him join our camp. The supervisor of the mage is wrong, help me fight together."

Seedov smiled, and he found that the boy from the Violet family was indeed very smart, even better than he knew. "This is a good idea. At least you have proved to me your understanding of people. But you were wrong. This time, although Ye Yinzhu will fight with you in the future, he does not belong to you, nor is he a part of you. So, I dismiss your request."

Oliveira was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes looked at Ye Yinzhu. Ye Yinzhu nodded to him. Looking at the elder brother who had taught him a lot of military knowledge and generously "given" him nine million gold coins a few days ago, a smile appeared on his face. Ye Yinzhu was still sincerely impressed by Oliveira. He was an absolute genius who could practice to such a level at such an age.

Oliveira did not hesitate anymore because he knew that the longer the preparation time, the more beneficial it would be to his side. After thinking about Seedorf's salute again, he immediately retreated back to the formation.

Perhaps because of their strength, these 200 people still agree with Oliveira. In half an hour, they were in full swing of discussions and hits.

On the other side, three hundred soldiers, led by Ye Hongyan, were still standing there neatly, under the hot sun. Ye Yinzhu could even imagine that the temperature of their black iron armor could even be roasted an egg at this time. But they were still motionless. The ground under some people's feet was already a little wet, which was sweat flowing out of the armor.

"Let's go there to see it. It's really interesting. It seems that this time it's not in vain." Li Sha patted Ye Yinzhu's shoulder and pointed to the shade of the tree beside him.

Ye Yinzhu shook her head and said, "Go. I'll just watch it here." Perhaps because of the three hundred warriors, he would rather be in the same sunshine as them at this time. The warriors in armor were not afraid. Will he, a magician, be afraid of the temperature brought by the sun? Although the foreign silver dragon did not bring him all the magical magic elements, his reaction and regulation ability to all the magic elements is incomparable to ordinary people. The adjustment of his own temperature alone is enough to prevent him from being affected by the heat.

Half an hour passed quickly. When the two hundred men on Olivei's side stood up again, it was completely different from before. Under Oliveira's leadership, this was a triangular battle formation. Oliveira was at the front of the triangle and became the sharp sharpness of the cone. Behind him, every warrior seemed to be high and the queue was still neat. Under the escort of one hundred and fifty warriors, the fifty magicians were firmly covered in the triangular battle formation. By observing Ye Yinzhu, you can see that with Oliveira, the thirty people at the front of the triangular battle formation were the strongest among these 200 people.

It is worthy of being a descendant of a famous sect. He was able to come up with such a battle formation in a short time and select the candidates who are most suitable for the different positions of the battle formation. Oliveira is indeed worthy of the title of genius in military aspects. His blue-level strength can be maximized in this case and become the edge of attacking later. As long as he breaks through the opponent's formation, although the number of people is 100 different, there are as many as fifty magicians on one side, and he can completely defeat the opponent.

"Change weapons." Seidorf said in a deep voice.

Soon, from the warehouse next to it, there were 500 people on both sides. Except for the magicians, they were replaced with thick wooden weapons, wooden swords or wooden sticks. Such weapons obviously would not cause fatal damage to the opponent, but there would be no problem in fighting.

Rearranged, Seidov stood in the middle of the camp, "When I left here, the competition officially began. Both of you must remember that this is not an exercise, but a real war. You can use any attack method except for not killing people. On the battlefield, as long as you can survive, no matter how you do it, it is correct. The competition will not end until either side of you completely loses its ability to resist. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Although the sound was not neat this time, there were five hundred.

A purple light flashed, and Seedorf's body had soared into the sky. Oliveira's reaction was quick, raising the wooden sword in his hand, "For the glory of Milan." The warriors and magicians behind him shouted at the same time, "For the glory of Milan."
Chapter completed!