It’s not difficult for Marche to really want to curse at this moment? I’m afraid that the soldiers under my command will not be that difficult, but isn’t there any problem?

"I'll go back and think of a solution." Marche said with a smile. After all, I can't exude fragrance, and face is still needed.

"Brother, let me tell you, you are so gentle. The 12th Legion is our backbone. Now that the food is like this, the upper and the upper and lower the upper and lower the lower the legion commander, otherwise I will beat me up a few times." Vincenlio said to Marche with a smile.

The Tenth Knight was banned, and the trap was also banned. Although the army of both sides has gathered together and has the combat power to suppress miracles, if it is not necessary, both sides will only use the miracle legion as a strategic deterrent. Whoever has the miracle ends first, it means that whoever will be defeated at this stage, so Winchenlio has already had some leisure time.

He only beat Thirteen Rose every day, but Thirteen Rose may have been tolerated again. Winchlio no longer felt as good as before when he was hammered.

After all, the Miracle Legion is strong, but Thirteen Rose was beaten for a year and another half a year on the battlefield. It has completely surpassed the past in all aspects. For the Tenth Knight, it is equivalent to reaching a certain level line. If you continue to increase your strength, it is really going to be in a combat posture.

The difference between practicing and fighting to death is here. No matter how harsh the former is, the tenth knight can control his strength and will not cause accidents. However, the latter basically has no way to guarantee that he will only be injured and will not die, and he may be killed.

Therefore, the Tenth Knight has been practicing more recently. After all, it is not the real ceiling. There is no way to guarantee that Thirteen Rose will be kicked as a ball like before. Everyone will be swollen, but their muscles and bones are fine. Renato also clearly felt some changes, and he was a little happy, but he dared not say it out.

In this way, the Tenth Knight could only change the target of beating. Looking around, the fifth Skylark and the twelfth thunder and lightning were OK. As for the very resistant to the eleven loyal Claudi, save it. For the loyal Claudi of more than 5,000 people, just like the few people under Vincenlio, it would be a big deal to fight whoever is. Although Luciano placed Vincenlio at a higher position, he was not afraid.

In the army, the strong are respected, and the Eleven Loyal Claudius is the top legion no matter what. Even Vincenlio will give face. In this way, only the Skylark and Thunder Thunder are left. Who made these two belong to Caesar?

The Tenth Knight habitually believed that he was the leader of the legion of the Caesar and his elder brother, and that the elder brother was his father, so he should accept the beating of his love for his brother.

Palmiro decisively refused. Among these legions, the Fifth Skylark had the best combat power. With his talent to suppress, he could not harm other legions, but he could confront him head-on. Forget it, forget it, forget it, the positioning is different. This is a reconnaissance legion.

"I'll go back and train them hard!" Marche refused decisively and wanted to hand it over to the Tenth Knight to beat him up, but he really lost his face.

"Stop, a large group of people invaded." Just as Parmiro was watching the other people lively, his spirit moved slightly, and then his hands directly showed the light and shadow around him. However, the wind and snow were everywhere, and he saw nothing. Parmiro could only dictate.

"The Han Dynasty is crazy again!" Marche got up and said directly.

At the same time, light walls quickly appeared at the locations of each legion commander, with a bright red line of Han troops invading, and the approximate scale and invasion location were marked on the side.

"Can you achieve this level now?" Wiengenlio was also a little surprised. This light wall looked particularly touching.

"I have already fought with the opponent, what do you think?" Palmiro ran away with a Roman dagger, but as soon as he finished speaking, his face stuttered, "The opponents encountered in these two directions cannot be three talents."

In a word, two red marks appeared on the light wall in front of all the legion commanders, and then they were marked with danger, suspected to be three talents, and were melee heavy infantry.

"How did you collect so much information?" Vincenlio could not join the war. He and the Tenth Knight were the ones on the platform, so they chased Palmiro and asked curiously.

"Light and shadow are also harmful." Palmiro rolled his eyes and said, then the blurry phantom under his feet seemed to stand up and grabbed Vincenlio's legs. Vincenlio was stunned. What kind of talent is this?

"No, I've been fooled by you." After all, Wienchenlio was the camp leader of the Miracle Legion and quickly reacted. This was not to control the shadow to bind himself, but to light and shadow being made into entities. In the past, this legion had the ability to manipulate light and shadow. Now it can only be said to have deepened this ability, but this ability looks very strange.

While speaking, Vincenlio easily broke free from the shadow that bound him, and then suddenly realized that he seemed to have received some invisible and intangible bondage.

"It was the light that bound me. Sure enough, the Emperor taught you to manipulate the light." Wiengenlio said cautiously. These two seemingly simple performances are almost unsolvable when used in the hands of the Fifth Skylark. "But your will is too fragile, otherwise it would be a very good ability to turn light and shadow into real ability."

"Monster." Palmiro said in silence for a while. He thought he could calm Vincenlio by relying on the ability he had gained by holding Caesar's thighs, but the other party reacted in a few strokes.

"It's okay. In conjunction with the previous operations of light and shadow, now it has the ability to penetrate light and shadow and control light and shadow into substantial attacks. It is indeed outrageous. If you learn another fantasy warrior, it will be quite powerful after cutting out the light. However, the strength of the will is too low and the damage is not too strong." Vincenlio followed Palmiro and commented while walking.

"But you don't seem to need too high damage. This is OK. It's good to protect yourself." Wiengenio said sneering Palmiro like an old mother.

"Illusion Warrior? Do we need this?" Although Palmiro was choked by Vincenlio's words, he still sneered, and then several self-here appeared beside him. This is the most basic operation of light and shadow, allowing a body to present several images, and then swing a sword.

In fact, when Palmiro was splitting the glimpse, Vincenlio reacted that the fifth Skylark controlled light and shadow, which could be done for the appearance of additional attacks. Perhaps the whole body was covered with light and shadow, but the part of the light and shadow on his wrist was transformed into substance, and suddenly it felt so vicious.

"In this case, there is only one defect left." Vincenlio said, touching his chin, and Palmiro nodded helplessly, locking his will. There is really nothing we can do about this.

"Okay, you'd better be your eyes. It's useless to become stronger. There's a legion in the Han Dynasty opposite to restrain you." Vincenlio patted Palmiro on the shoulder and rushed out with the legion. Then Pamirro dissipated directly in the wind and snow. As a reconnaissance legion, how can people see the body?

"The Han army is really crazy!" Nigel said with a dark face, "Pabinian, look, this is not my fault, it is the Han Dynasty who started the battle first. Two three-talent super elite legions have come from these two directions. They want to fight with us, so it is not too much for me to fight back."

Pabinian lamented in his heart, but in the end he didn't say a word. What you said made a lot of sense. I have nothing to say. Is the Han Dynasty and Rome really asking you two commanders to come here for peace? Or are you all holding on to the idea that you will restrain yourself, but this is called restraint?

The moment Niger rushed out of the camp, his originally dark face regained his complacent look. He was just a war dealer. He was so uncomfortable if he didn't fight in Rome. Whether it was training troops or fighting to the death, I, Rome, were not afraid of anyone!

"The Eleventh Legion has gone to block the front line." Niger looked at the light wall formed in front of him, which showed the positions of the Han Dynasty and the Roman legion. Compared with the Han Dynasty, the Roman legion even marked which legion was currently in which position, which made the command difficulty again reduced.

"Luciano, our Slavs are here again!" Igor, the commander of the Bear Cavalry Legion, was quite hideous when he saw Luciano. The entire Slavs suffered too much loss from the Eleven Loyal Claudi Legion, and the worst was the Valeri tribe who now commanded the heavy axe soldiers. However, this does not mean that other Slavs have never encountered Luciano.

"Who are you?" Luciano asked in confusion after the internal energy-exited general under Luciano held Igor.

"I am Igor, the patriarch of the Black Hajslav!" Igor roared.

The Slavs under his command also roared and rushed towards various ice axes. At the current temperature, including the blessing of talent, the strength of the ice blade even exceeded that of steel.

More importantly, under the same volume, the weight of ice weapons is only about one-eighth of the steel, so the Slavs' weapons at this moment seem quite terrifying.

"Bang?" The soldiers of the loyal Claudi Legion held the ice axe, feeling the fierce power and terrible impact, without any reservation.

"I didn't expect that you Slavs have such a foundation!" Luciano grabbed the ice blade with one hand, and the fifth-level circular sacrifice was directly activated. The fierce momentum directly blew the snowflakes around him, and the cloak was windless. Then Luciano stared at the Slav opposite and said coldly.

"Diet!" Waving the ice axe that was a big man, the Slavs slashed towards the 11th Legion. The ice slag exploded, and the Roman pawn took a few steps back.
Chapter completed!